How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 44 - [B]ut he covered her eyes (2)
Bo Li tried to find his lurking shadow in the parlor. Every change in the undulating darkness from the dancing flames could be from his shadow as he walked around.
Had he read the letter she left behind? If he didn't see it, would he think she was in league with Boyd?
If the latter was true, how would he treat her?
The psychic mumbled something with her eyes closed. Holding her hand, the psychic wrote something on the paper. The psychic's grip was alarmingly strong. Bo Li tried to move the pen in the opposite direction, but the pen didn't budge.
"Relax, relax," the psychic said. Her voice took on a theatrical tone, "The ghost is starting to show himself! We'll compel him to appear by writing his name!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the tip of the pen drew a vertical line on the paper followed by horizontal lines.
Erik's gaze on her suddenly intensified.
As the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, his gaze also rubbed against her hand. Stroke by stroke, a clear letter was written.
The psychic shouted, "E! The first letter of the ghost's name is E!"
The other psychics came forward to observe the "E".
Boyd walked over and whispered in Bo Li's ear. "I've never seen such a sinister looking "E". This ghost must be a malevolent spirit."
Bo Li didn't pay attention to Boyd
Erik was still looking at her. His gaze slowly went from the back of her hand to her neck to her earlobe.
His staring caused her heart to frantically beat. The back of her hand felt hot and numb. It felt like her hand was being branded.
That piercing feeling spread all the way to her ear. Her scalp felt tight.
She didn't know if their previous confrontations had given her confidence. Not only did she not feel danger, she felt… excited.
Perhaps, it was because she had done everything that she should. She had sufficient evidence to prove her innocence.
She didn't know how things would develop next, but she felt that she could go through with her plan of using this incident to win his favor.
The pen moved again. It made a slight rustling sound as the second letter was written in two strokes, r.
The psychic shuddered as if she had really seen a ghost. "E, r, we'll be able to see the outline of this malevolent spirit soon!"
Bo Li was somewhat distracted.
A voice sounded in her heart; do you really think you can win his favor? He couldn't be controlled. So far, you've been passive in your encounters with him. You've never been able to correctly guess what he was thinking.
She had written a letter and left it in the hotel room.
– But would he really believe you? He isn't the protagonist of the original work or the musical, who killed people as a byproduct of trying to obtain Christine's affections. He's the protagonist of a horror movie. His sole purpose is to keep killing people. Everyone around him, including you, is his prey.
And yet, the protagonists of horror movies rarely communicated with their victims. She had gotten him to speak, and they even had a pleasant conversation.
– Did you not notice? Even though he spoke, he looked at you with the gaze of a hungry beast.
Bo Li shuddered.
A cold wind blew in, and the flames in the fireplace violently jumped.
At Boyd's signal, the other psychics came over and held each other's hands to form a circle. "This ghost is evil beyond our imagination… Don't worry. The spirit world will bestow us strength. We'll protect you…"
The pen was still moving. In the darkness, the third letter, "i", gradually appeared on the white paper. Soon, the fourth letter, "k".
Erik.
Erik.
"Erik…" the psychic loudly said, "The malevolent spirit's name is Erik! I smell the spirit of Satan on the paper. That means he's not a real ghost. He exchanged his soul to Satan to gain a malevolent spirit's power…. This is my first time seeing such a strange existence. Although he's a living person, he's killed countless people. His every move is like a ghost's. Listen to me, you must leave him, otherwise you'll die…"
It was time to stop watching the play.
Bo Li wanted to pull her hand back. "What if I don't?"
Boyd seemed to have predicted that she would say this. He tightly held her hand and whispered, "You have to leave him. I had a masterful person paint his appearance. Once you see it, you'll understand everything. He doesn't have the appearance of a human at all…"
Bo Li: "..." If you want to die, don't drag her into it!
She immediately broke out in cold sweat. Her heart was fiercely beating, and she desperately tried to retreat and break his grip.
The more Boyd spoke, the more excited he got. He cornered her against the table and pressed her hand on the table.
"Listen to me, he's far more evil than you think. Look at my hand. He cut off my finger! You said you want to go home. Have you ever thought the reason you can't go home is because of him?"
During the struggle, the table legs creaked.
Bo Li wanted to bite him.
Boyd looked at the psychics. "What are you waiting for? Go get the portrait!"
Hearing these words, Bo Li almost stopped breathing. Her mind felt numb.
Before this moment, she didn't feel any danger and even felt a bit excited. But now, she felt as if she was on the edge of catastrophe.