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Chapter 149 The False Banquet

"You actually laughed?"

Looking at Detective Phil beside him, a speechless look flashed in Detective Zhou's eyes.

"Under such circumstances, you actually care about this kind of thing first!"

In this regard, Agent Phil shrugged, and his eyes also fell on the face of the FBI agent in front of him.

"I just wanted to ease the atmosphere of terror, so what did you find?"

Taking his eyes away from Agent Phil's face, Agent Zhou looked at the FBI agent with a stiff expression in front of him, and replied in a low voice: "They watched the content of the soul-calling video and were cursed by the guy in the video, but the time of the curse It's not long so it hasn't turned into a puppet like the guy at the door."

"At least in the eye area."

As he said that, Agent Zhou looked at the FBI agent with a stiff face in front of him. It was obvious that they had an unhappy meeting with BSI not long ago, but when they met again, the other party had already changed into this appearance .

Inwardly, silently guarding himself, Detective Zhou said to the FBI agent, "Now, I need your help, both for us and for yourself."

The white FBI agent obviously knew that the only thing he could rely on in his current situation was the BSI agent in front of him.

Therefore, he didn't care about his disdain or distrust, he moved the only eyeball that could move all over his body, and tried his best to move it downward.

"Very well, it looks like you can still hear me speaking."

Agent Zhou stared at the FBI agent in front of him without blinking, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw how he controlled his eyeballs.

At least, the situation is not at its worst.

However, thinking of the Jamie they met at the door, who was completely turned into a puppet under the power of the curse, Agent Zhou felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Under the power of the curse, there was no guarantee that the FBI agent in front of him, who was still able to preserve his only consciousness, would turn into a puppet like Jamie in the next second.

Thinking of this, Detective Zhou didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately launched his own inquiry.

"From now on, I will ask you some questions. If the answer is 'yes', move your eyes to your left, and if it is 'no', move your eyes to your right. Do you understand?"

Hearing Agent Zhou's words, the FBI agent in front of them moved his eyes to the left to prove that he had heard it.

After determining the way to answer, Detective Zhou immediately started his own investigation.

"So, all of you are here because you watched the video?"

"Look left—yes."

"Is the content of the video the soul-calling video shot by Jamie and the others?"

"Look left—yes."

"Did you see anything, like controlling these people and your subjects or anything?"

"Look left—yes."

"Tell me, what is it?"

Seeing the FBI agent answering that he had seen the grotesqueness controlling them, Agent Phil who was on the side couldn't help asking.

However, in response to Agent Phil's questioning, the eyes of the FBI agent with a stiff expression in front of him did not move.

"He can only answer 'yes' and 'no' now."

Regarding this, Detective Zhou turned his head to look at Detective Phil beside him, and said speechlessly.

However, at the same time that Agent Zhou's voice fell, the eyes of the FBI agent in front of him began to move, neither to the left nor to the right but upwards.

"What does he mean?"

Looking at the FBI agent's eyes that kept looking up, Agent Phil showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Is it yes or no?"

Faced with this reaction from the FBI agent, the two BSIs immediately looked at each other in dismay.

However, the two quickly reacted.

They looked at each other and shouted almost in unison.

"I see."

"It's the second floor!"

And the moment they called out to the second floor, the FBI's upward eyes moved to the left at the same time.

……

"I've been working hard and I'll be able to pay off all my debts and student loans in two more years..."

"I'm very happy to have the job I have now."

"...I plan to propose to my girlfriend, but I don't know if she will agree to me?"

"Starting today, I am going to work out hard, I am too fat, no girl will like fat people."

"...It's all because of the damn spirit test. If it wasn't for filming, I wouldn't have agreed to participate in some spirit test..."

"I want to save money. I've taken a fancy to a beautiful bag. Unfortunately, it's too expensive. With my current salary, I need to go without food or drink for more than a month. Maybe I should think of other ways?"

"I hate socializing, I hate that goddamn job, I hate everyone, why do you all look so happy..."

"I feel discriminated against because I have a different skin color than you, because I am black, so you feel that you can point at me, just like you did to our ancestors."

Inside the wooden house, the missing people stood staggered with each other, which seemed to create a lively party atmosphere.

However, when Amanda approached them, she found that the words spoken from their mouths seemed out of tune with everything around her.

They kept repeating monotonous sentences, just like fragments of sentences recorded in toy puppets, without any logic at all, and even the content of their conversations was completely irrelevant.

Stiff movements, matched with repeated sentences mumbling to himself.

It gives people a sense of weirdness and inexplicable horror.

"It seems that you have noticed."

Putting the empty wine glass in his hand back to the hand of the missing person who was acting as a waiter, the latter kept repeating the words that he would become a big shot.

Spike scanned the people in the cabin with his slightly drooping eyes.

In his field of vision, behind each missing person was a vague or clear clockwork, with wooden texture, constantly rotating.

And with the twisting of the clockwork, the movements of these missing persons will continue to repeat their actions just now after every pause.

"Everyone here is just a puppet, and the grotesque controls them to perform a 'lively' banquet."

"What is its purpose?"

Amanda looked at the people around her. Although she couldn't see the clockwork behind everyone like Spike, she also felt the deliberateness of everything in front of her, just like a toy in the hands of a child. Everyone knew that it was just a A false game, but the child enjoys it.

"To hide my loneliness."

"Lonely?"

This is the second time Amanda has heard this description from Spike.

(End of this chapter)