My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After carefully walking down the stairs and turning a corner, Ethan found that the size below was beyond his expectation.

Looking at the flickering lights, it becomes even darker in the distance.

He immediately thought of the abandoned meat processing factory next to him. It seemed that the basement of this house was connected to the factory next door.

Walking straight ahead along the passage, the wall next to it is covered with iron hooks of various sizes.

It should be an utensil left over from the former meat processing factory. It has not been used for a long time, but it still exudes a cold light.

After walking a few steps, Ethan stopped.

He reached out and touched the iron hook hanging in mid-air next to him. It was sticky.

After rubbing it for a while, he put his fingers in front of his eyes.

The blood on the finger has not completely coagulated, and is dark red in color. Judging from the time, it cannot be Blake, but someone must have been killed here.

The meat processing plant that had been abandoned for many years would have been badly run if there were blood stains left over from the past.

Looking at the huge iron hook in front of him, he couldn't think of anything other than people hanging here before.

Ethan's eyes twitched at the thought of facing one or two perverted murderers.

At this time, a figure flashed in front of him. He quickly raised his gun and fired. The two shots hit the iron pillar where the figure flashed, splashing a few sparks.

Ethan put down his gun and quickly chased after him.

After turning two corners, the figure disappeared again, and only his own heavy breathing could be heard around him.

Ethan tried to follow the blood trail, but Gram must have treated the wound and there was no trace on the ground.

He cursed secretly, this ghost place was like a maze.

The basement is filled with discarded machines from the former meat processing factory, and is separated into rooms that were probably used to store materials.

When passing a room, Ethan quickly raised his gun again.

Only this time, he didn't choose to open fire.

In the center of the room, a thick iron chain hung down from above. The iron chain tightly tied a woman's hands.

He ran over quickly, stepping on the sticky ground, and looked at the blonde woman who was suspended by the chains.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted his teeth.

It wasn't Black, but the woman hanging was a young woman like her.

The young blond woman had no clothes on her body. She looked at Ethan with wide eyes, and endless panic could be seen in her eyes.

Ethan squeezed the handle of the gun so hard that his knuckles turned white.

He tried to put the woman down, but the chains held her tightly.

He reached out again to close her eyelids, but after several attempts, the woman still looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, I will take revenge on you."

After Ethan finished speaking, he pursed his lips and strode out of the room, leaving the disemboweled blond woman behind.

"Gram, must die."

This time, Ethan no longer had any fear in his heart, and he searched forward with anger.

After turning a few more turns, we came to an open space with a desk in front of it.

He came to his desk, where various newspapers and periodicals were piled on the table.

Ethan quickly flipped through the pages and saw that the girl's face suddenly appeared among them. They were all news articles about the girl's mysterious disappearance.

As he kept flipping through, Ethan's eyes became colder and colder. After flipping through a few more pages, his hand suddenly stopped.

Unlike the news reports I just saw where all were girls, this time it was a little boy.

According to news reports, the innocent little boy Martin Bristow disappeared while playing in the backyard of his home. His grief-stricken mother begged the kidnapper to talk to her and was willing to ransom the child even if she lost all her money.

Ethan looked at the time of the news report and found that more than two years had passed.

Could this be the little boy that Blake saw? He was kidnapped by Gram and came here. I really don't know what this little boy has been through in the past two years.

He dropped the newspapers in his hand. It seemed that his judgment in the kitchen above was correct. The little boy Martin had been forced to live with Gram.

So, what we have to solve this time is Gram, the perverted serial killer.

After Ethan dropped the newspaper, he caught a figure running by the side with his peripheral vision, and he quickly turned around and chased after it.

After chasing through two rooms, the figure in front was not very fast and ducked under a table.

Ethan was about to shoot, but suddenly felt something was wrong. The figure of this man was too different from Gram's.

"Is that Martin? Martin Brittos."

He leaned behind a pillar and shouted in a low voice.

After coming over for a while, a clear voice sounded.

"it's me."

It was obviously a boy's voice. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down to look under the table.

A little blond boy wearing a short-sleeved linen suit was hiding under the table with his hands on his knees. His face looked similar to the photo he just saw.

"Hey, don't be afraid. I'm a US police officer. Come out quickly and I'll take you out of here."

After Ethan patiently persuaded him for a while, Martin finally came out from under the table.

Although bringing a child will make it more difficult for you to move, you can't just leave him alone.

Little Martin walked up to Ethan with panic in his eyes and a restrained body.

Ethan found a long knife mark on his face and several scars on his arms.

Ethan sighed and touched his head.

Looking at Martin, who was dressed in linen clothes, Ethan had an idea and asked quickly:

"Martin, have you seen a big sister with blond hair today?"

After hearing Ethan's words, he thought for a while and nodded slowly.

Ethan's eyes lit up and he continued to ask in a low voice:

"Then can you take me to find this big sister?"

"Can."

After Martin thought for a while, he answered briefly.

Unlike ordinary children, Martin, who is only seven or eight years old, looks extremely calm and speaks very concisely.

Ethan doesn't care about this either. He has been kidnapped for more than two years. He is different from ordinary children and is normal, as long as he can communicate normally.

"Thank you, that's great. After I find that sister, I will take you out of this place together."

At this time, Ethan also breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of it, Martin should be very familiar with what's down there.

He finally got rid of the situation of being like a headless fly. As long as he found Blake, the next thing would be easy.

After comforting Martin for a few more words, he took his hand and walked to the side while holding Martin's guidance.

After they left this place, a black shadow flashed across a corner in the distance.

After a while, following Martin's footsteps, we came to an open place again.

Various blood-stained knives were neatly placed on the wooden table against the wall. Inside were glass cans of various shapes, large and small, with various human body parts soaked in the light red liquid.

There is an incinerator next to it that is as tall as a person. There is a thick layer of white ash inside the incinerator.