The moment Blake saw Ethan, tears immediately overflowed his eyes.

She went out for a run in the morning, and as she passed by an abandoned meat processing plant, she saw the little boy appear again in the second-floor window.

Driven by curiosity, Blake crossed the overgrown road and entered the factory.

She followed the little boy into the basement and encountered the corpse of a woman who had been lifted up and disfigured, and a strange man sitting at his desk.

In a panic, Blake wanted to escape, but accidentally knocked down the clutter around him.

The sudden sound caught the attention of the strange man.

After running for chase, Blake ducked into a corner.

After she scrambled to send Ethan a distress message, she was caught by the strange man and imprisoned in this terrifying freezer.

She could only wait for that glimmer of hope in despair, and as last time, she firmly believed that she would wait for her own light.

Ethan looked at the lock on the door, not wanting to drag his injured leg back to find the key on Gramm's body.

So he found a crowbar from the side, and after a few hard knocks, the door lock fell.

Ethan grabbed the doorknob and pulled it back hard.

The heavy freezer door slowly opened, and Blake rushed out with a puff of cold air.

"Wait a minute, don't jump."

Ethan knew about Blake's habit and hurriedly stopped her movements.

However, as soon as the words fell, she had already jumped on her body, and Ethan snorted, sweating on his forehead.

Blake pressed his hands tightly around Ethan's head.

This guy wasn't killed by Gramm, he was almost suffocated by her.

"I know you're going to come to my rescue."

Blake hugged Ethan with both hands, his body still trembling.

Ethan kept patting her on the back, and it took a while for Blake to calm down.

"What about the man?"

Blake's voice was still tinged with a hint of horror as he asked Ethan.

"Don't worry, I've got him done." Ethan's head was covered with sweat, and he squeezed out a smile.

Hearing what Ethan said, Blake was relieved.

"Come down, I have a wound on my leg."

Blake heard Ethan's words, jumped off him, and squatted down in a hurry.

"Where did you hurt?"

"On the thighs."

Ethan looked at a white, deep ditch below, and said with a thirsty mouth.

Blake was in a hurry, and quickly reached out to touch his thigh

Ethan's thigh trembled when he was touched by the wound, and Blake quickly withdrew his hand, which was stained with blood.

"We need to get a doctor now."

Blake turned her head anxiously, but collided with the bulging bag, and she was so angry that she reached out and grabbed it vigorously.

"What's going on, you still want this."

"Tap, tap."

Blake then stood up in annoyance and held him up.

After calming down, Ethan looked into the freezer, only to be dragged by Blake's arm.

She shook her head and said unbearably:

"Don't go in."

"It's okay, I've seen enough of it just now."

Ethan let go of Blake and shuffled into the freezer, where the shelves were filled with objects covered in white cloth.

He looked back at Black, who nodded silently.

Ethan took a deep breath and lifted the white cloth.

The shelves were full of dismembered limbs, as well as a naked female corpse, with a pale complexion and bruises on her body, which looked extremely cold under the light of the cold storage.

Ethan didn't say anything, pursed his lips and covered the white cloth and walked out of the freezer.

Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise what was waiting for Blake would have been the same fate.

"Let's get out of this place first."

Blake nodded, and helped Ethan up the steps.

At this time, she remembered something, and hurriedly asked:

"The little boy I saw last time was really here, did you see him?"

"He should have been kidnapped as well, we need to find him and leave together."

Ethan paused in his footsteps, then continued on his way.

"No need."

"Have you already rescued him?" Blake's voice was filled with joy.

"No, I freed him."

Hearing what Ethan said, Blake suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart and hurriedly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"He's not a kid anymore, he should be involved in what you see in the freezer, you can see from the look of his face when he stabbed me."

"The little boy's name is Martin, and the pervert who caught you and locked you up is called Gramm, and he has been living with Martin for the past two years."

"Under Gramm's influence, Martin Jr.'s mind has become distorted, and he, like Gramm, no longer treats people as human beings."

"The real Martin, so to speak, died two years ago."

Blake listened silently to Ethan's story, and the two of them came together to the place where Ethan and Gram were fighting.

Gramm's vitality is really tenacious, and his legs are still twitching from time to time.

Ethan smiled lightly, this is fine, it is exactly what he wants, let Gram enjoy the feeling of being tortured and killed.

Blake looked at little Martin lying beside him, and let go of the arm that was holding Ethan.

She walked forward with a firm step, stooped down to pick up the machete on the ground, and walked over to Gramm.

It's a pity that Gram was hooked in mid-air and couldn't see the expression on his face.

Blake's eyes lit up with rage, he clenched his machete and raised his arms high.

With a stab, the machete stabbed Gram hard into the stomach, and after Gram struggled violently again, he completely stopped moving.

Ethan stood still and took a comfortable puff on his cigarette.

Blake came back to hold him, and with Ethan's guidance, the two of them walked towards where they had entered.

As he passed by the previous room, Ethan glanced at the blonde woman who was hanging, and in a trance seemed to see that her eyes were closed, and her face was calm and natural.

As we approached the exit, the sound of chaotic footsteps rang out, and the light of several tactical flashlights pierced the darkness of the basement.

Footsteps rushed down the stairs, accompanied by Jonathan's loud shouts.

"Blake, are you there? Ethan? ”

"Here I am, Uncle Jonathan." Blake heard a familiar voice and hurriedly shouted.

Ethan also stopped, leaning against the pillar next to him.

Soon, Jonathan and the three town police officers came running for the sound.

"Thank God, you're okay."

Jonathan hugged Blake with one hand and said excitedly.

The light of the tactical flashlight shone on Ethan, who waved hello to a few of his peers, then clicked and lit his cigarette.

Seeing Ethan's uniform, the local town police put down the gun in their hand, and Ethan also inserted Glock back into the holster.

A man at the head walked a few steps forward, and Ethan asked, looking at the badge on his chest.

"Sheriff?"

The sheriff at the head nodded, "You're from that police station?" ”

"Banshee Town Police Department."

The sheriff glanced at him, "Is your sheriff Leo okay?" ”

(End of chapter)