How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 45 - [B]ut he covered her eyes (3)
As long as they took out the portrait, Erik would definitely start a massacre. Once that happened, it was hard to predict whether he would kill her.
She wanted to see what he looks like and had even thought about what expression to make and what words to say after seeing his face. However, she definitely didn't want to see his face under these circumstances and in front of so many people.
That face was the source of all of his suffering. If it wasn't for his unusual appearance, he could become a world-famous genius instead of a freak feared by everyone.
For a moment, Bo Li felt as if the sense of crisis had seeped into her bones. She had goosebumps all over.
What to do? How can she save herself?
If only Erik was standing next to her, then at least she could kiss and hug him to increase her odds of survival.
Unfortunately, she didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
Perhaps, he had already drawn a dagger in the shadows with a cold look on his face and was about to kill everyone.
Bo Li wracked her brains. After a while, she gritted her teeth. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
She had to let him know that she was innocent.
At this time, the psychics had already carried out the portrait that was covered by dark red silk.
"This painting is too evil," Boyd said, "Even the psychics don't dare to look at it for long for fear of bringing harm to themselves."
As he spoke, Bo Li felt like the blood in her body had frozen. She felt a sharp chill on her back as if a knife was pressing against it.
Could it be Erik's dagger?
Seeing that the psychics were about to lift the silk, Bo Li closed her eyes, turned her head, and angrily shouted, "Boyd, don't think I know what you're up to! You want to use this portrait to help Trique drive a wedge between Erik and me. Do you think I'll fall for your trick? Do you think I don't know what kind of person Trique is? He's interested in Erik and wants Erik to work for him, but Erik is too smart and powerful. You have to use tricks to win him over, and I'm merely a part of your scheme."
Boyd didn't expect Bo Li to suddenly be so good at arguing. He was stunned. A few seconds later, he finally reacted. "She's possessed by the malevolent spirit. Go get holy water!"
Bo Li coldly said, "Holy water, my ass. Do you really think I'm a fool?" She turned to look at the psychics. "And you, do you really think I don't know you're liars? Give me a pen and a paper, and I can give a better performance than you. You said that I can't go home because of Erik. Do you know where my home is? Say it!"
The parlor fell silent.
In all his years of defrauding people, Boyd had never met such a clear-headed, unwavering victim. After a moment, he could only take out a cigarette with a trembling hand, light it with a match, and take a puff.
After an unknown time passed, a psychic's trembling voice broke the silence. "Mr. Boyd…"
Boyd impatiently rolled up his sleeves and paced back and forth. "It's already gotten to this point. What's the point of calling me Mister? Just speak if you have something to say. I have to find a way to tell Mr. Trique that our plan failed. This b*tch knows everything…"
"... the door to the parlor is open."
"The wall lamps went out," another psychic mustered up the courage to say, "I lit those lamps myself, and they're covered with glass. How could they go out?"
At the same moment, the fireplace suddenly went out! The parlor was plunged into darkness.
This was simply impossible. There was so much coal in the fireplace. They didn't hear a splash of water or a gust of wind. How could the fire instantly go out?!
The psychics fell into panic. They were actresses that had been working with Boyd for a long time. They didn't know anything about communicating with spirits and thought something supernatural was happening.
"Mr. Boyd, what's going on?"
"I want to go home."
"Mr. Boyd, didn't you say that ghosts don't exist?"
Annoyed, Boyd angrily hissed, "Ghosts don't exist. Haven't you figured it out yet? The wall lamps and the fireplace went out because someone is playing tricks. Damn it, I prepared a gun this time. I have a gun!"
He suddenly raised his voice, "I'm not scared of him. If he dares to come, I'll f*cking shoot him-"
Before he could finish speaking, the large chandelier violently shook.
They screamed.
The chandelier was as big and splendid as the ones in theaters. It had intricate branches with multiple lights per branch. Hundreds of sparkling crystal beads were strung over the small gilded candlesticks.
This chandelier had been hanging from the ceiling for a long time and almost never shook. At this moment, it was crazily shaking as if it would fall down at any time.
The series of supernatural events finally brought Boyd to the brink of mental collapse.
He turned pale, took a step back, and began to shirk responsibility. "I didn't want to provoke you… I didn't have any intentions to act against you from the beginning. If you want to blame someone, blame Trique. He said that as long as I get her to the house, he would give me Dawes' wallet…. Trique planned all this. It had nothing to do with me…"
With a bang, a fire suddenly appeared in the fireplace, and the wall lamps were relit.
They could finally see what was causing the chandelier to violently shake. It was Trique's head.
His head looked like it had been twisted off when he was alive. It resembled a smashed watermelon. Blood kept dripping down from it.
The psychics let out blood-curdling screams.
Boyd's eyes twitched. His chest violently heaved, and he also screamed in unprecedented terror.
Bo Li also felt afraid. She took a few steps back. She felt like her heart had suddenly leapt into her throat. It felt hard to breathe.
She felt like she was watching an immersive horror movie.
She didn't feel sympathy for Boyd, Trique, or the fake psychics. If their plan succeeded, her fate wouldn't be any better than having her head twisted off.
However, the impact of this scene was still too much. She needed time to regroup.
The next moment, a black-gloved hand covered her eyes. Cold, hard, and with the smell of leather.
Bo Li trembled, but it wasn't from fear. He showed such a horrific scene to everyone, but he covered her eyes.