Carefully descending the stairs and turning a corner, Ethan found that the size below was beyond his expectations.

As far as the lights were flickering, it was even darker in the distance.

He suddenly remembered the abandoned meat processing factory next to it, and it seemed that the basement of this house was connected to the factory next to it.

Walking along the passage to the front, the wall next to it is covered with iron hooks of various specifications.

It should be a piece of equipment left over from a former meat processing factory, which has not been used for a long time, but it still exudes a cold light.

After a few steps, Ethan stopped.

He reached for the iron hook hanging in the air next to him, it was slimy.

After rubbing it for a while, he put his finger in front of his eyes.

The blood on his finger hadn't completely coagulated, and it was dark red in color, and according to the time, it couldn't have been Blake, but someone must have been killed here.

The meat processing plant, which has been abandoned for many years, would have been dry long ago if it had been a bloodstain left over from the past.

Looking at the huge iron hook in front of him, he couldn't think of anything hanging from here other than people.

The thought of facing one or two perverted murderers made Ethan's eyes twitch.

At this time, the figure in front of him flashed, and he quickly opened fire with his gun, and two shots hit the iron pillar where the figure flashed, splashing a few sparks.

Ethan put down his gun and hurriedly chased after him.

After turning two corners, the figure disappeared again, and only the sound of his own heavy breathing could be heard around him.

Ethan tried to track down the blood, but Gram should have treated the wound, and there was no trace on the ground.

He cursed secretly, this ghost place is like a labyrinth.

The basement is full of machines that have been discarded from the former meat processing plant, and there are also rooms separated from each other, which should have been used to store materials in the past.

Passing by a room, Ethan quickly raised his gun again.

Only this time, he did not choose to fire.

In the center of the room, a thick iron chain hung from above, and the chain firmly bound a woman's hands.

He ran briskly, stepping on the slimy ground and looking at the blonde woman hanging from the chains.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted his teeth again.

Not Blake, but the woman who was hanging was a young woman, just like her.

The young blonde woman, who had no clothes on her, looked at Ethan with wide eyes, and the endless panic could be seen in her eyes.

Ethan gripped the handle of the gun hard, his knuckles white.

He tried to put the woman down, but the chains were dead.

She reached out again to close her eyelids, but after a few attempts, the woman looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you."

After Ethan finished speaking, he strode out of the room with his lips pursed, leaving behind the blonde woman who had been disemboweled.

"Gramm, you have to die."

Ethan had no fear in his heart this time, and searched forward with anger.

After a few more turns, I came to an open space with a desk in front of it.

He went to his desk, which was piled up with all kinds of newspapers and periodicals.

Ethan hurriedly flipped through it, and just now saw the girl's face appear in it, and it was full of some news newspapers about the girl's mysterious disappearance.

Ethan's eyes grew colder as he flipped through the pages, and after a few more pages, his hand suddenly stopped.

Unlike the news reports that I just saw were girls, this time it was a little boy.

According to news reports, Martin Bristol, an innocent and adorable little boy, disappeared while playing in the backyard of his home, and his grief-stricken mother begged the kidnappers to talk to her and was willing to ransom the child back even if she was bankrupt.

Ethan looked at the time of the news report, and more than two years had passed.

Could it be that this is the little boy that Blake saw, he was kidnapped by Graham and came here, I really don't know what this little boy has experienced in the past two years.

He dropped the newspaper in his hand, and it seemed that the judgment in the kitchen above had been correct, and the little boy Martin had been forced to live with Gramm.

So, this time it's Gramm, a perverted serial killer, to be solved.

After Ethan dropped the newspaper, his eyes caught a figure running from the side, and he quickly turned to chase after it.

After chasing through the two rooms, the figure in front of him was not fast, and he burrowed under a table.

Ethan was about to shoot, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, this man's size was too different from Gram.

"Is it Martin? Martin Britos. ”

He leaned against a pillar and shouted in a low voice.

After a while, a crisp voice sounded.

"It's me."

It was clearly a boy's voice, and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, crouching down and looking under the table.

A little blonde boy in a short-sleeved linen suit hid under a table with his hands and knees folded, and his face was similar to the photo he had just seen.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm a U.S. policeman, come out quickly, I'll take you out of here."

After a few moments of patient persuasion, Ethan finally came out from under the table.

Carrying a child can make it harder to move, but you can't leave him alone.

Little Martin walked up to Ethan with panicked eyes and a restrained body.

Ethan noticed a long knife mark on his face and several scars on his arms.

Ethan sighed and touched his head.

Looking at Martin, who was dressed in linen, Ethan had an idea, and hurriedly asked:

"Martin, have you ever seen a big sister with blonde hair today?"

Hearing Ethan's words, he thought for a while and nodded slowly.

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask in a low voice:

"Then can you take me to find this big sister?"

"Yes."

Martin thought for a moment before replying briefly.

Unlike ordinary children, Martin, who is only seven or eight years old, looks unusually calm and speaks very concisely.

I don't care about this Ethan either, I've been kidnapped for more than two years, and it's normal to be different from ordinary children, as long as I can communicate normally.

"Thanks, that's great, I'll leave this place with you when I find that sister."

At this time, Ethan also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Martin should be very familiar with the following.

I've finally gotten out of the headless fly, and as long as I find Blake, the rest will be easy.

After reassuring Martin a few more times, he took his hand and held Martin's guide and walked to the side.

After they left the place, a dark shadow flashed in a corner in the distance.

After a while, following Martin's footsteps, he came to an empty place again.

On the wooden table against the wall were neatly placed all kinds of bloodstained knives, and inside were glass cans of various shapes, large and small, and the pale red liquid soaked in the parts of various people.

There is also an incinerator more than one person high next to it, and there is a thick layer of white ash inside the incinerator.

(End of chapter)