How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 64 (2)
The days passed, and two weeks later, Bo Li received a letter from Erik. She didn't know why he insisted on writing a letter to her instead of talking to her directly when it was just a few words.
There was only a short line of words on the letter. The handwriting was as cold and severe as a knife.
"Everything is ready. " - E.
The speed was too fast.
It only took him half a month to transform the pub into her envisioned haunted house?
Although, that pub had been built at the beginning of the century and had experienced the Civil War. It must have existing secret doors for taking refuge behind.
Plus, she hadn't been idle either. She hired many female textile workers to sew props for the haunted house. It was normal that it wouldn't take long. She just didn't expect that it would only take half a month.
However, that didn't seem like a big deal once she thought about how he produced new clothes and shoes out of nowhere every day. If any supernatural power existed in this world, then it was probably in him.
Bo Li first wrote a letter to police officers to invite them to watch the performance tonight, and then she wrote a letter to the gentlemen that were most vocal about their opposition to invite them to the pub to test their courage.
Bo Li admitted that the latter letter carried her personal grudge against them for their claims that women were short-sighted.
After writing those letters, Bo Li continued working. She wrote an article and planned on having the newspaper editor publish it on the front page. The title of her article was even more goading than her letter.
"Miss Clermont's Circus is about to begin. Mr. A, Mr. B, and Mr. C have been sent invitations. Are they willing to come to test their courage?"
Although she didn't mention their names, New Orleans wasn't big. Its high society had an even smaller social circle.
Very few gentlemen openly gossiped about women, so as soon as this article was published, almost all the city residents knew who Mr. A, Mr. B, and Mr. C was referring to.
At this time, something even more bizarre happened.
A police officer publicly announced, "The performance of Miss Clermont's Circus is shocking. Those with poor psychological endurance shouldn't go watch it. Otherwise, they'll have to bear the consequences at their own risks."
His words were like a stone that created a thousand ripples.
On the streets, men, women, children, and idle hoodlums were discussing the upcoming performance. The gentlemen were also whispering about the circus's courage test.
In between the parties and dances, the ladies were also curious whether those three gentlemen could pass the test of courage.
A single statement left people racking their brains; what could have possibly happened to cause a police officer to issue such a statement?
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That evening, three police officers signed the waivers. They looked at each other. And then, talking and laughing, they walked into the pub with their hands in their pockets.
Bo Li put on a black cloak and followed them.
They surveyed the furnishings with a critical eye and harshly critiqued:
"Miss Clermont, I think this display can be made to look scarier. What do you think?
"I've seen many freak shows. The decorations in those shows are a lot scarier. Although your show's style is novel, it'll get boring with repeated viewings."
"Please don't mind our frankness. We only say this because we hope that your show will be successful. If we don't want you to succeed, we would just walk through, take the $100, and leave."
Bo Li gently smiled. "I don't mind."
When they reached the second floor, one of the police officers began to feel bored. "Where are the actors? We aren't just going to keep walking forward like this, are we?"
In fact, only two minutes had passed.
Bo Li remembered that he was the boorish police officer, who had curled his lips at the police station. His name was Henry, and he was as aggressive as a rooster in his posturing.
"Never mind," Henry said, "for the sake of money, I'll still pretend to be scared by the performance if a reporter asks me."
Bo Li didn't speak. She followed Erik's instructions and slipped into the darkness.
Henry didn't get an answer. He turned back to look and didn't see Bo Li. He shrugged and continued walking.
Before the performance, Bo Li had handed him a card with the role that he would be playing.
Henry glanced at it and threw it aside. The character he was going to play was actually a deformed woman. This greatly disgusted him.
Like other men, Henry looked down on women. When he heard that a woman was going to open a circus, his first reaction was to sneer. He only came to see this show for the $100 reward.
In addition to the identity cards, there was a detailed plot guide at every location.
Henry didn't look at them as if reading them would diminish masculinity.
In contrast, the other two police officers were seriously reading them and discussing them in low voices. Henry disdainfully snorted.
Ten minutes later, the other two police officers want to follow the plot and go look at Marbella's past.
Henry found an excuse to separate from them. He didn't understand why they were interested. Rather than wasting time here, it was better to keep walking forward and leave as soon as possible to collect the $100.
However, after he had walked some distance, he suddenly felt a chill down his back. He felt like he was being watched again.
Someone was following him.
Henry halted and looked back.
Nothing.
"I know what you guys are up to," Henry calmly said, "You want to scare me into quitting halfway through. You want me to give up on the $100, right? Let me guess that's what your boss said. That as long as you scare off the strong officer, she'll distribute the $100 to you. Am I right?"
No reply, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling of being watched.
Henry suppressed his inner anxiety and continued walking forward.
In the next moment, there was a rustling sound from the lock in the hallway. It sounded like nails were clawing at the door and something was trying to come out from the other side.
Henry furrowed his brow, turned the doorknob, and flung open the door.
However, the room was bare. There was nothing in it.
Henry knew very well that this was a cheap streep trick. It wasn't anything impressive. And yet, his heart began to pound, and cold sweat trickled down his back.
At the same time, the feeling of being watched came again.
There was someone standing behind him!
Henry abruptly turned to look.
This time, it wasn't emptiness that greeted him. The horrifying scene was completely beyond his expectations.
He saw a woman dragging four deformed, ugly legs. She was crawling towards him with difficulty. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was distorted. Her nails left behind painful scratches on the floor.
Behind her, a tall giant held a carpenter's saw. The giant was probably about 2.5 meters tall. He grabbed the woman by her hair, pressed the saw down on her leg, and began sawing away at her leg.
There was the sound of the saw blade cutting through flesh and bone. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
The woman miserably shrieked and ripped off pieces of flesh from her scalp trying to escape.
Henry felt cold all over. It felt like a hand was squeezing his stomach.
As time went by, the sound of the saw at work gradually became strange. It sounded both like a meat grinder and a juicer.
Shuddering, Henry was finally able to make out what the woman was screaming.
"Save me… he's sawing off my foot to make it into a specimen." Her screams were blood-curling. Gasping for breath, she repeated, "He's cutting off my foot to make it into a specimen. Save me!"
At the same time, the giant raised his head and looked at Henry.
"Do you want to save her?" He stood up and pulled the saw out of the woman's leg. "Okay, just let me saw off your leg instead."
Henry told himself that this was fake.
However, the blood on the floor was so real. Warm, sticky, with a strong metallic smell. It spread to his feet and soaked the soles of his shoes.
The chunks of flesh in the woman's hair were also terrifyingly realistic.
The moment Henry got a clear look, his stomach convulsed, and he almost retched.
"You can't scare me." Henry resisted the urge to vomit and forced himself to calmly say, "The $100 are mine. No matter how you act, I won't quit halfway."