Mistaken!

Looking at the video in front of him, Zhou Zhou suddenly realized that his previous plan was completely wrong.

The main god has two tasks: to save Carrie and destroy the small town of Chamberlain.

Zhou Zhou originally thought that these two tasks were very contradictory, and if one was completed, the other could not be completed.

After stopping the prank, Carrie happily attended the ball, and as a result, Carrie would not commit suicide, and Carrie would naturally not go crazy to slaughter the town.

But if the prank is not stopped, Carrie will ruin the town of Chamberlain, but will accidentally kill her own mother when she returns home, and then commit suicide.

Zhou Zhou originally planned to save Carrie by stopping the prank. As for destroying miè towns or something, let's find another way.

But it didn't work at all, because the reason why Carrie's mother, Margaret, wanted to kill Carrie had nothing to do with Carrie's massacre.

The classmates Carrie killed were all innocent of death in Margaret's opinion, and they all deserved to go to hell. When they died, Margaret might have thanked God.

Margaret actually wanted to kill her daughter a long time ago, and Carrie's ability and the fuse of Carrie going to the prom completely promoted Margaret's murder!

The most obvious proof of this is that Margaret prepared the kitchen knives early in the morning before Carrie returned! She didn't even ask Carrie what was going on at school!

So stopping the prank is a very redundant thing. As a result, both tasks fail at the same time.

There is a very simple way to complete two tasks at the same time.

—————— kill Carrie's mother before she returns from the prom!

As long as Carrie kills her mother before she returns from a prom prank, there will be no dispute between mother and daughter! When a disheartened Carrie returns home and sees her mother lying in a pool of blood, Carrie, who suddenly lost her mother, will only destroy the town of Chamberlain more carefully.

—————— solved!

Zhou Zhou lifted the backpack on his shoulders and turned around to leave briskly.

———————— dance party starts in three days, and time is running out, so let's find out where Carrie lives.

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11 Carlin Street, Chamberlain, living room.

Carrie and Margaret sat across a small rectangular wooden table.

"You didn't eat the pie, Carrie." Mom, who was studying a religious pamphlet and indulging in her own comments, looked up. "I did it myself."

"It makes me acne, Mom."

"Your acne is God's punishment for you. Now eat the pie. ”

"Mom?"

"What's the matter?"

Carrie lowered her head. "Tommy? Ross invited me to next Friday's Spring Ball—"

The pamphlet was forgotten. Mom stared at her, looking unbelieving her ears. Her nostrils dilated suddenly, as if a horse heard the sound of a rattlesnake crawling through the grass.

————I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid.

Kelly tried to swallow the choking sensation in her throat, but she was only halfway there.

"He promised to stop at our house, see you first and then ......"

"Nope."

- Send me back at 11 o'clock. I've been—"

"No, no, no way!"

—accepted. Mom, please face me and I have to start...... Try to relate to the outside world. I'm not like you. I'm ridiculous — I mean, the kids think I'm a joke. I don't want that. I want to try to be a normal person or it will be too late-"

Mrs. White raised her hand and poured tea in Carrie's face.

The tea is warm, but even if it is piping hot, the effect will not be stronger.

Carrie immediately shut up and sat there dumbfounded, brown tea running down her cheeks and chin and dripping onto her white shirt. The tea was sticky and smelled of cinnamon.

Mrs. White sat trembling, her facial muscles stiff, only her nostrils still fanning. She suddenly threw her head up and screamed at the ceiling.

"God! Oh, God! Oh, God! She said through gritted teeth.

"Boy. Yes, and then the boy will come to the door. After the bleeding the boy came. Like a dog that smells it, it comes with a grinning smile and drooling. I want to see where this smell comes from. That...... Smell! ”

Kelly sat motionless.

Mrs. White stood up and walked round the table, a half-mad look of pity and hatred on her face. Her hands were hooked like two trembling vulture claws.

"Closet," she said. "Go to your closet and pray." Thin bony claws pointed in the direction of the closet.

"No, Mom."

She rounded her arm and slapped her hard, the sound of her palm hitting Kelly's cheek

——————Oh God, I'm scared right now

It was like the crunch of a leather whip thrown in the air. Kelly still sat there, her upper body shaking a few times. The handprints on her cheeks were white at first, then blood-red.

"This mark," said Mrs. White. Her eyes were wide open but expressionless; She was short of breath and tried to get air. She seemed to be talking to herself, and a talon-like hand landed on Kelly's shoulder, dragging her away from her chair.

"I've seen it, yes. Ah, yes. But. I. Don't. Did. Just for him. He. Got it. I ......" She stopped, her eyes wandering the ceiling blankly. Kelly was terrified. Mom seems to be in the throes of revealing some heavy truth that could destroy her.

"Mom—"

"By car. Ah, I know where they take you in a car. The edge of the city. Roadside inn, whiskey. Smell...... Oh, they smell you! Her voice was sharper. The muscles on his neck were exposed, and his head was twisted upwards with twitches, as if he was looking for something.

"Mom, you'd better stop talking."

This sentence seemed to pull her back into some kind of vague reality. Her lips showed natural surprise and really stopped, as if searching for an old direction in a new world.

"Closet," she muttered. "Go to your closet and pray."

"Nope."

Mom raised her hand to hit again.

"Don't!"

The hand was fixed in the dead air. Mom looked up at it, as if to make sure it was still there, still whole.

The plate of pies suddenly left the tray on the table and flew across the room and crashed into the wall by the living room door, splashing a cloud of black berry juice.

"I'm going, Mom!"

Mom's teacup floated up, flying over her head and smashing above the stove. Mom screamed and fell to her knees, covering her head with her hands.

"Devil's child," she said. "Children of the devil, cubs of Satan—"

"Mom, stand up."

"**and**,**of**-"

"Stand up!" Carrie ordered.

Mom didn't make a sound, but she did stand up, her hands still on her head, like a prisoner of war. Her lips quirmed. To Kelly, it was as if she was reciting the Lord's Prayer.

"I don't want to go against you, Mom," Kelly said. Her voice was laborious, staccato and staccato. She struggled to control herself. "I just wanted to live my life. I...... I don't like your life. She said no more, and involuntarily became afraid. The most blasphemous words are spoken, and they are a thousand times worse than those foul words.

"Miko Maiden," Mom whispered. "The Bible says, 'You should not let a shrine maiden live.'" Your dad is working for God—"

"I don't want to talk about that," Kelly said. Listening to her mom talk about her dad always made her uneasy.

"I just want you to understand that things are going to change here, Mom." Her eyes glowed. "They better understand that, too."

But Mom started talking to herself again.

There was a feeling of disappointment in her throat, and her stomach was churning with uncomfortable disappointment, and she went to the basement to fetch her clothes. It's better than a closet. That's it. There's better anywhere than a closet lit with blue lights and the suffocating smell of sweat and her own sins. 一qiē. Anywhere.

She stood, clutching the fabric to her chest and closing her eyes, blocking out the faint glow of the cobweb-stowed bulbs in the basement. Tommy? Rose didn't love her; She knows it. It was a strange compensation, and she could understand and react to it. Ever since she reached the age of reasoning, she has been closely associated with the concept of confession.

He said it would go along with it - and they would promise to do it. Yes, she will promise to do it as well. They better not get into trouble. They better not. She didn't know if her talent came from the god of light or darkness, and now, after finally realizing that she didn't care where it came from, she felt an indescribable lightness, as if the weight of the long haul had slipped off her shoulders.

Upstairs, Mom was still chanting words. This is no longer the Lord's prayer, but the exorcism prayer in the book of Deuteronomy.

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The ball is on the 17th. Three days to go. The days before the 13th on the calendar in the room were crossed out with black markers.

At the end of each day, she crossed out the day with a thick black pen, and every day was a torture, and she longed for the days of the past to be crossed out like a calendar book and forgotten.

She sat blankly in the little rocking chair by the window (which she had bought at her own expense) for a moment, closing her eyes and sweeping them and all the scattered thoughts out of her mind.

——————It's like sweeping the floor. Lift up the carpet of your subconscious mind and sweep up all the trash underneath. Good bye.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dresser.

Force.

It was as if the spirit was swollen and contracted all at once, and something bent like a strong arm lifting a barbell.

Oh, hum.

The dresser floated upwards in its entirety, its center of gravity already falling outside, as if hanging from an invisible Wia.

Kelly narrowed her eyes into a slit. The blood vessels on the temples thumped. Doctors may be interested in her physical condition at this time, as it is not routine at all. Breathing slowed down to 16 beats per minute, and blood pressure rose to 19o/1oo. Heartbeat to 14o – the heartbeat of an astronaut when they are pressed by gravity during takeoff. The body temperature drops to 3o degrees.

Her body was burning with energy that didn't come from or where. If you do an electroencephalogram, you will see that the alpha wave is no longer wave-like, but a peak-shaped signal with a large tooth.

She carefully let the dresser fall.

——— is good, a week ago I could only barely let the clip float.

Carrie could feel her abilities growing at a geometric level!

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