Eagle, who is often thought of as a charlatan, is now a professor at a university in New England who teaches a course called "paranormal psychology." The course claims to study all things supernatural—including ghosts, psychic actuation, and even the Force. As a successful charlatan, Eagle was eloquent and gave many of the jokes he had collected in simple terms, attracting many students to take his courses - which also caused the displeasure of some professors, so under pressure from some people, and at the same time Eagle's own want, he succeeded in tricking him into a foundation-funded research project - a specific study of the American Haunted House.

Eagle doesn't really believe in the supernatural - in fact, as an average American, he is not exposed to such things in his daily life, and he himself does not consider himself a charlatan, he is also a psychologist who has graduated from a regular medical school. More than 99 percent of the cases he collected of ghost or haunting could be explained by psychology or science, and in the few cases he only thought he couldn't see through the tricks for the time being—indeed this guy was a magician

Now that he has been given such a research project, he naturally carefully selects the research objectives - in fact, he is a disciplined scholar, and he does not just want to make a profit from it, he also really wants to study whether there is such a thing as a haunted house. So he finally circled the Red House, a Victorian-style mansion, a haunted place that is not famous in the United States. He chose a few assistants, a few college students, including a graduate student named River Tham, a female college student and a male college student, and they even contacted the exorcist through the church, which was a church-approved exorcist, and after obtaining the consent of the mortgage bank, came to the front of the manor.

Although it was a clear day, when the group of five turned onto the private road leading to the manor, the original bright sunlight seemed to suddenly turn a miserable white - of course, this may also be due to the trees on both sides of the road were too dense to block the sunlight Soon, the pickup truck turned around the last corner of the road, and the front suddenly opened up, and the large iron gate of the manor was in front.

Eagle took out the key given by the bank and got out of the car to the carved iron gate, which was locked with a thick chain with a large padlock made in China. Whether it was the chain or the padlock, it was rusty, but fortunately, the keyhole was not blocked by rust, and after tossing for a long time, Eagle still managed to open the door.

With a little force, the axle of the iron door unexpectedly did not rust to death, but opened very briskly as if someone had been maintaining and oiling it. The pickup truck drove into the front courtyard, and after it stopped, the students began to move down various equipment for their research—mainly cameras and listening equipment, as well as some infrared or acoustic sensors, and a few laptops. Eagle, on the other hand, searched for the key to the door of the house in a large set of keys given to him by the bank, and finally succeeded in finding an ancient key made of brass, opened the keyhole cover on the door, inserted the key and began to spin. The exorcist was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with an obvious cross pendant dangling on his chest, and now the guy was following behind Eagle with a Bible in his hand and a suitcase, and Eagle could hear the guy muttering to himself, but reciting the Bible.

On a small hill in the woods outside the manor, Berfu stood under a tall beech tree, calmly watching the men open the door and enter the manor. When he saw the leader open the door to the house, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Is there the first sacrifice so soon" the guy muttered, rubbing his fingers a few times, and the space in front of him fluctuated slightly, "The recording technique has been activated, and it will be taken back as a movie when the time comes." Just as Birffen turned to leave, he heard Eagle call to his students, "Peter, Peter Parker, be careful. The carpet here is wrinkled, don't trip over," Bo Fu stopped slightly, "Tripping?

Bo Fu left, "Speaking of which, this matter should be considered complete. This parchment book won't end up in the hands of ordinary people anymore, but it's really fun to help the Yankees complete a super-haunted land in the future, and the last piece of the puzzle seems to be complete. I remember that famous horror novelist Stephen King's what? By the way, it's the wicked place in the book "The Shining", which seems to have become real haha The creature's figure grew fading and fading, and he disappeared into the woods at the end of the day.

America's secret services and enthusiastic superheroes are still looking for the bastard from the west coast of the Pacific, and in a parking lot, a large RV with a gray face suddenly turns on its headlights, the camouflage dust on the body disappears instantly, and the engine roars out of the parking lot - completely ignoring the shouting of the old man at the toll booth at the entrance of the parking lot behind him. The old man shouted a few times, and suddenly remembered that no one had entered the parking lot at this time, and that he had just seen that the car had no driver, and that the old man could not remember whether he had seen the driver or not, and he shuddered, and returned to the hut.

The RV sped all the way, and a figure stood on the mountain in the distance, and the RV quickly began to deform as it approached, and finally turned into a tank, and then automatically shrunk into a model, falling on the palm of the man's hand. Bo Fu pushed the model in his hand to his body, and then directly rolled up a gust of wind and disappeared into the North American continent.

"In the past, I've always heard that Colombia in South America is in chaos, and it's not far away anyway, but I want to see it. By the time he said this, the guy had already appeared on the Panamanian-Colombian border. Stretches of mountains, dense jungles, and a shuttle of bullets greeted Bofu just as drug traffickers were on fire here, along with clashes between Colombian rebels and government forces.

"Sure enough!! I haven't enjoyed such a good thing as firing indiscriminately since I came to North America!" Bo Fu was very happy, and directly found a place to take out the 56 punch in his hand, inserted the thirty-round magazine into the gun, and after pulling it for a while, he happily started a conversation with anyone on the other side.

"Government troops, rebels, drug dealers, I don't care who he is! It's all the target of a shooting game!!" the guy screamed, holding the guy as if playing a video game, firing single, point, and long shots, sending the hapless armed men into Catholic paradise.

This bastard has been in war for a long time, and now this situation is a small scene for Bo Fu, who has experienced the Second World War, and this kind of scene is like a badge of honor, which really makes Bo Fu very happy. He harvested human lives and didn't let a single one go - anyway, whether it was a government army or an anti-government army, in fact, all of them were drug dealers, and none of them could be considered good people. However, Bo Fu killed them not to do the right thing for heaven, but to satisfy his interest in killing. This guy didn't turn on supernatural abilities, nor did he use any of his abilities as a Jindan monster, but he just relied on the sensory reactions of ordinary people and the combat skills that had been tempered thousands of times, and harvested human lives at a high speed and effectively.

Fifteen minutes later, all the armed men were finished, more than thirty lives were lost in the small bazaar in the jungle, Bo Fu wandered among the dead, and from time to time he bent down to tear something and put it in his pocket as trophies - in fact, in a few days, the sound of helicopter rotors sounded above the jungle where Bo Fu would throw these gadgets directly, and Bo Fu turned around, touched an RPG on the ground, loaded the grenade and ran quickly along the side of the market. When the Black Hawk helicopter of the government army came to meet them with the personnel of the American CIA, on their side, Bo Fu let out a "Hi!" and pulled the trigger at an elevation angle of 15 degrees

The rocket-boosted grenade flew quickly over a space of more than 100 meters, and under the gaze of the people on the helicopter, "Damn! This is the end of this!", it hit the helicopter and turned it into a fireball

"Well done, this is a new high!" Bo Fu added a thousand points to himself, and then, the guy very happily touched out a large pile of munitions, ready to kill all the way down the river, and have a good time.

It was a dark day in Colombia, but the government was very happy after the initial shock - the drug traffickers and rebels entrenched in the jungle were hit like never before on this day, the entire camp was killed, and the speed of killing made the government think that the black president of the United States had burst out of kingly anger and ordered the American second-class people to launch a full-scale air raid on the rebels and drug traffickers

Bévaux happily left Colombia, and then went for a tour of Mexico, where he watched several "blockbusters" of the Orthodox government's fight against the puppet government, and watched as the puppet government fighters in puppet police cars were dragged out and shot by the Orthodox government's men

The guy happily sent a text message to the authorities stating that the parchment had been "destroyed" and that he was going on a vacation for a while — and then, regardless of the reply, the guy went straight to Japan.

In Tokyo, he found Bingzi, took a few shots, and returned to the antique shop. Not long after he drove, Reiko Ito came over again and insisted on him to explain the matter of the pendant and the demons and monsters - if it weren't for the beauty, Bo Fu would have slipped away a long time ago. The more things were explained, the more confused they became, and as the explanation deepened, Miss Ito's clothes became less and less, and the musky smell in the store became stronger and stronger—just as Reiko Ito's last defensive line was about to collapse, the doorbell rang

Before Bo Fu could get up and prepare to open the door, the person who rang the doorbell walked in amid Reiko Ito's exclamations - "Who are you?"

Walking in was Bingzi, who had a spring face, and this woman stepped into the store with a very dissatisfied face, casually flipped over the "open" sign, and pounced quickly. "I remember feeding you just now, I didn't expect Kishisuke to develop you to this point!" Hakufu sighed, and Miss Ito's hand began to twist around Bofu's waist, but almost immediately, her mouth was kissed by Bingzi's mouth. "What a powerful married is still alive! It seems that there are two flies today!! ha

If you want to say why Yamato women are born like this, this is why this photography industry in Japan is unique in the world. When he was content to lie on the huge bed on the second floor of the store, there was a naked and limp beauty lying on each side, "Do you want to watch some interesting movies?"

With the flicking of Bo Fu's fingers, in the surprised eyes of the two beauties, one by one pictures appeared in the air. That's what happened in faraway North America.

There is even surround stereo sound in the clear picture, and with the control of Bo Fu, the picture can also be rotated at will, zooming in and out - this nasty embryo even makes the picture turn to see the female college student's panties through the skirt from the bottom, and then Bo Fu pulls two smooth beauties and steps directly into the picture.

The two women quickly crouched down and tried to hide their bodies, but looked at Bo Fu who pulled them in with a completely unconcerned look - this big bird king was now exposed to the big bird, and he also looked clean and slippery. Then they found that the white men who were moving in front of them were completely invisible to them, and even as if air was passing over them, and they gradually relaxed and began to watch the activities of the white people.

Eagle instructed the students to put down surveillance equipment in several frequented places - the house was so large and so many rooms that it was impossible to put the necessary surveillance equipment in every house. And Eagle had a notebook written to them by the locals, the most important of which was, "Don't enter this mansion." The guy automatically ignored it, but the second rule "Never act alone, no matter where you go, at least three people!" was complied with by Eagle - although there were five people in total, they could only act collectively Because of this, they were slow and inefficient in installing equipment, and it was already dark after they had put the monitoring in the room and kitchen, the small hall and the conservatory where they had booked their residence.

The wind passed through the black woods, through the monstrous dripping vents outside the house, through the halls, making a sound like a human sigh. Although there was always a supply of electricity, the bulb had survived decades, and its brightness was not comparable to that of modern lighting, and it sometimes flickered due to the voltage. But when they turned on all the lights in the small hall, they created a sense of warmth - in fact, it was mainly the fireplace in the hall, they threw in the firewood, and then lit the fireplace. Eagle was still looking through his notebook—notes from locals who had been cleaning here for years, and it had many taboos and precautions, but there were also a few things that were "safe" — and the small hall where they were now located, with the attached bedroom and kitchen, being one of them.

PS: The big chapter is used for patches. PS2: Double Fly is My Dream!

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