I don't think this Stacy is a bold person, maybe he ran away after being scared, Fang Xiu glanced at the others, and then left the company.

When he returned, he stopped near the murderous mansion again, and when he saw that there was no one around, he sneaked in, made some arrangements in the house, and then quietly left.

In the evening, Mr. Stacy entered the murder house according to the contract, and first looked around, only to see that there were still blood stains on the walls of the master bedroom and the children's room, but he was not too nervous, he saw this situation a lot when he was a police officer.

At the end of his rounds, he laid his sleeping bag on the floor of the living room and prepared for bed.

The surrounding neighbors are also peeking through windows, door cracks, and even cameras, and they are all a little nervous, and some even start praying that Stacy can spend the agreed time in this house safely, because it is related to their house price.

An hour....... Two hours...... Dr. Harold's house was still quiet, and many people were relieved and went back to their bedrooms to get ready to rest.

However, at about twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the accident suddenly happened, a terrible scream broke the silence on both sides of the street, followed by several gunshots, and the neighbors who were awakened immediately lay on the floor, using the thick walls to cover themselves.

After a while, he dared to come to the window, and looked in the direction of the bullet, and saw Mr. Stacy running wildly down the street, still shouting, "They're back, they're back, they're going to take revenge on us!" We're finished! It's over! ”

It wasn't until the police arrived to control Stacey that they figured out why, and it turned out that after he fell asleep, he began to have nightmares, in which many Indians surrounded him and used their torture against Indians to clean him up, and he was awakened and never dared to live in the house again.

"It's just your subconscious after listening to some false legends!" The company's psychologists gave a scientific explanation, but Stacy gave up the job anyway.

"Damn, we've got to change people, call the guy with the second highest overall rating!" The HR director began to rummage through the information left earlier, and quickly decided on the target, "Just this guy named John Tucker, this guy said in the interview that he works for a security company, but I saw a certain gangster's unique tattoo on him, this kind of guy is garbage, but it is good for this kind of situation!" ”

The people who are in the dark have fought and seen blood, and this guy may still have a life on his hands, maybe he can hold on to the murderous house for a few more days, as long as the time comes, he can give the client an errand.

"Ha, I knew those slivers were all soft eggs, and I was right to leave this kind of work to me......." The guy named John also said excitedly about RAP, earning 1,500 dollars a day, even more than he made selling white noodles.

In the evening, John Tucker drove his N handcar to the door of Harold's house, and the neighbors on the left and right couldn't help frowning when they saw his complexion, but they still endured it when they thought about their house prices, but no one went out to greet him like they did with Officer Stacy.

"Hey, hey, I don't care what it's in, now that Big John is here, you'd better get out, or I'll let you see how good I am!" John Tucker lifted his clothes, revealing the pistol at his waist, and then pulled a couple of voodoo dolls out of the car.

His gang was a pure black gang, many of whom had been smuggled from Haiti and had brought their faith with them, and John Tucker didn't believe much in them, but he brought a few with him, in case it would be useful when the time came.

Entering the house, John Tucker was still restless, and played a gangster rap with his own stereo, and vulgar words such as Falck and Shet instantly resounded throughout the street, and many parents hurriedly covered their children's ears and quickly picked up the phone and dialed 911 to call the police.

Hearing that someone in the middle-class neighborhood called the police, a police officer soon arrived at the scene, and after a preliminary understanding of the situation, one policeman came forward and knocked on the door, and the other two policemen guarded their guns.

"Fake, is that the crumb?" John Tucker was jumping and jumping to the music, and it was definitely not good to be interrupted suddenly.

"Los Angeles police, we have a complaint! Please open the door now! "The police officer who knocked on the door directly identified himself.

"Shet!" John Tucker cursed a few words, and was about to get up to open the door, when suddenly he remembered something, quickly took off the pistol on his waist and hid it, and then covered his tattoo with an extended T-shirt, making a harmless appearance of humans and animals, and then went to open the door.

This is all the experience that his black brother exchanged for his life, and the American police are very decisive in shooting when facing black people, and they can't give them any chance to misunderstand.

After opening the door, John Tucker was also very cooperative, he came to earn money, if he was taken away by the police, he would not have a daily salary of 1,500 dollars, seeing that he obediently turned off the stereo, the police also left.

John Tucker, who had nothing to do, had to turn on his phone and swipe tik-tok, and after a while he started scolding again, because he swiped a song called "Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse".

It wasn't until about two o'clock in the middle of the night that John Tucker fell asleep on the couch and fell asleep.

"Kill him, kill him! Kill this white ghost's lackey! In the dream, John Tucker found himself tied to a tree by a group of Indians.

An older Indian walked up to John Tucker with a knife and honey and made a thin cut in him with the knife, causing John Tucker to scream in pain.

However, the pain was still to come, and the old Indian applied honey to his wounds, which attracted countless ants, and then the wounds all over his body were painful and itchy, and John Tucker fell into unprecedented pain.

The screams rang out from Harold's house again, and John Tucker rushed out faster than Stacy yesterday, jumped into the car and fled.

This time, even the people in the agency began to wonder if there was really a ghost in Harold's house, "The scene John dreamed about was an ancient Indian torture, I checked his information, he should not have access to this information, it may not be what he imagined." ”

"We signed the contract, we have to continue to recruit, let's try a few more guys!" Maybe it's because you don't have to go to Harold's house to live by yourself, so the boss of the agency still insists on hiring.

Two more people were replaced, and it was still the same ending, and then finally it was Fang Xiu's turn, went to the intermediary company to sign the contract, and then came to Harold's house and took out a few charms from the secret place.

Hehe, this low-level skill of Nightmare Technique can achieve such good results, it seems that I can eat this bowl of rice for a long time in the future.