screenwriter mystery

Chapter 18 Scary
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"Hmm~"

In front of the toilet, Martin unzipped the zipper of his jeans to release the moisture from his body, and couldn't help letting out a moan.

Trembling for a bit, Martin noticed in a trance the guy next door, the guy who followed him into the bathroom.

At this moment, he was tilting his head, little by little, as if he was planning to peek at something.

"Dude, hiccup, if you want to see it, just tell me, hiccup... I know what you guys think... We are really talented in this regard..."

In this regard, Martin not only did not cover up at all, but instead retreated his body triumphantly, exposing it.

He could already imagine that after seeing his giant, the other party would show surprise and inferiority complex.

It's just that Martin expected that the other party might be surprised, but he didn't expect to be surprised to this extent.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Under Martin's horrified gaze.

The crooked head seemed to have lost the last bit of support, slipped from the neck, fell to the ground with a dull sound, and rolled like a ball several times before stopping, revealing a rotten face that was so pale that there was no blood.

Looking down at the rotten head on the ground, Martin could even see the looming corpse maggots crawling inside his eye sockets.

Such a stimulating scene directly blanked out Martin's alcohol-occupied brain.

Subconsciously blurted out.

"Dude, your head fell off."

"Oh, that's not my head."

Facing Martin's reminder, a dull voice sounded from inside his body.

In the next second, the body split open, a dark red tongue protruded from the stomach, rolled up the head that fell to the ground, and swallowed it in one gulp.

……

"How long has this bar been open?"

At the bar, Cassie took a sip of the martini in her hand.

Glanced at Burt and Susan, who were hooking up like no one else, and Ian, who was looking for men all over the bar, couldn't help asking the bartender at the bar.

"It's been a long time, guest."

Hearing Cassie's inquiry, the bartender answered in a weak tone while wiping the glass.

"Why have I never heard of it before?"

"Perhaps because the location of the bar is relatively remote, and only some recognized regular customers used to patronize it."

"So now, are we considered regular customers?"

The bartender's answer made Cassie's face show some interest, and she smiled at the skinny bartender with drunken eyes.

"It's all up to the boss to decide."

"If the boss approves of you, you are regular customers..."

Without answering Cassie's question directly, the bartender glanced at the empty wine glass in her hand, and turned around.

"Guest, do you still need wine?"

Hearing the bartender's reminder, Cassie noticed that the wine in her hand had become empty at some point.

"Then have another drink."

"Okay, guest."

Gently placing the empty wine glass in his hand on the bar, the bartender turned tremblingly.

While the bartender was mixing drinks, Cassie looked at the bar behind her with a dazed expression.

In the bar, a country folk song from the early 80s is singing a cheerful and melodious tune, and time seems to be frozen at this moment.

"Guest, your wine."

From behind, the voice of the bartender brought Cassie back from her thoughts.

Turning her head, a white spherical object suddenly flashed in front of her eyes and fell into the wine glass in front of her.

puff-

Accompanied by a crisp splashing sound, the muddy wine in the wine glass splashed out and wet the surrounding area of ​​the bar.

Wiping the drip off her wrist, Cathy looked down at the object that fell into the glass.

In the next second, a chilling feeling made Cassie feel cold from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and the blurred look in her eyes was instantly replaced by fear.

The sphere floating in the wine glass is a pale human eyeball.

"Sorry, guest..."

And under Cassie's gaze, the bartender at the bar let out a feeble apology, while stretching out his bony fingers to pick up the eyeballs in the wine glass, and skillfully pressed them back into his dark eye sockets among.

"Recently, the business in the store is too busy, so I often forget to take care of my eyeballs. If you mind, I can change a new glass of wine for you. Of course, it would be great if you like wine that tastes like eyeballs... "

pat!

However, the bartender hadn't finished speaking.

In the next second, under Cassie's horrified eyes, the skin sticking to the bartender's face fell off, revealing a face full of bones.

"..."

"Boom, free service."

He lowered his head and looked at the artist's face that fell on the bar counter.

The bartender raised his head, looked at Cassie in front of him, slightly opened his exposed gums and teeth, and said weakly.

Although, the bartender tried hard to downplay all the badness.

But, apparently, all it did was in vain.

Looking at the talking skeleton in front of her, the expression on Cassie's face became distorted and frightened, and she opened her mouth to make a cry.

"what!"

Behind him, instead of Cathy, louder screams filled the bar.

With loud screams, the music in the bar stopped abruptly.

"Honey, it's not what you think!"

Seeing Martin running out of the bathroom, Susan and Bert, who were still tired of being together, immediately separated like an electric shock. Seeing Martin getting closer, Susan quickly made an excuse: .

"... Hurry up, run... blame... monsters... There are... monsters in this bar!"

However, it was beyond Susan's expectations.

In the face of her explanation, Martin did not show any angry expression, but said to everyone with a more fearful expression.

While talking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom he ran out of. On the thigh of his jeans, a large water stain was clearly visible.

"Martin, haha, you peed your pants!"

Looking at the terrified Martin, Burt, the man with the nose nail, took all this as an excuse for the other party to hide his embarrassment, and grinned mockingly.

"Hahaha……"

But, after a few laughs, Bert couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he found that the whole bar was silent except for his laughter.

At some point, the noisy guests had already surrounded several of them in front of the bar.

"What on earth is this all about?"

Looking at the 'guests' who surrounded him, Ian couldn't help but screamed in a trembling tone.

"What did you do to piss off the whole bar, Martin!"

(End of this chapter)