demon godfather

Sam Smithson is the eldest son of the Smithson family. He studied in a private middle school far away from home and aspired to go to an Ivy League school. He once regarded the "young genius" Scott as his idol.However, ever since Scott dropped out of school and became a dead homeboy, his attitude towards the Schiller family has become a little subtle.But Scott was still around, and Sam still respects him to this day.

Sam was underage and couldn't go to a bar, so Wolfgang found an evening restaurant.Scott acted like he hadn't eaten that night and ordered two tacos.But Sam was trembling, he didn't dare to bang anything, he didn't even dare to take a sip of the water on the table, for fear that he would be caught by the witch if he ate an extra lettuce.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Scott asked, clutching the tacos with both hands, the sleeves of his hands were rolled up to the elbows, revealing the dense tattoos on his arms-he found them at a tattoo shop.Sam stared at the tattoo, the color of fear on his face, as if Scott were some kind of gang member.He didn't understand that Scott was still a dead otaku who didn't leave home not long ago, why did he join the gang in a blink of an eye?

Sam collected himself and said hesitantly, "You have to promise me one thing first, don't tell my parents what I said."

"That's not okay. You tell me what it is, and I'll consider whether to agree or not." Wolfgang said.

"Are you secretly smoking, drinking and taking drugs?" Scott asked.Wolfgang glared at him, and he nonchalantly ate a taco.

Sam shook his head quickly: "No, no!"

"You failed the exam and want me to help you tamper with the transcript?" Scott asked again.Wolfgang kicked him from under the table, and he moved silently aside.

"No! Stop talking nonsense!"

"You made the girl's belly bigger?" Scott asked again.Wolfgang and Sam said at the same time: "Shut up, Scott!" Scott turned his head away with a smirk.

"It's not! It's me...I did something that I'm sorry for your family..."

"You hit our dog?"

"No!" Sam was about to cry.

"It doesn't matter if you fight, anyway, Wolfgang often...I forgive you." Scott said sincerely.

"It's none of the dog's business!" Sam yelled, so loudly that everyone in the restaurant threw disapproving glances at him.Sam shrank his neck, and when people lost interest in him, he whispered: "The day my parents and I and a lot of people in the town helped your family clean up the ruins of the house, I... I stole a Stuff. No no, I should say 'pick up', it's there, I just picked it up, but it still belongs to your family after all, so it should be considered 'stolen'... Please don't tell my dad about it Mom! They'll scold me to death!"

Wolfgang asked calmly, "What did you steal? Computers? Tablets? I'm surprised they didn't get smashed."

"I'm surprised you didn't notice we lost something," Scott told him.

Wolfgang spread his hands: "Everything I thought was missing was smashed!"

"What? From your words, there are quite a lot of 'missing things' in our house?"

"Hehe, the whole house of our family is gone. What's the difference if one or two things are missing. By the way, what did you steal, Sam?"

Sam looked at the water on the table in dismay. His behavior had been characterized as "stealing" by the owner.

"A mirror," he said. "A silver hand mirror, like the ones princesses use in movies."

Wolfgang said in surprise: "You actually put your computer, phone and tablet away and don't steal it, but you want to steal a broken mirror?!"

Scott said in surprise: "It's still a princess mirror? Your hobbies are really surprising!"

"I think it's pretty, and I want to give it to my sister!" Sam defended.The godfather and son showed forgiving eyes, and the words "no need to argue, we can understand" seemed to be written on their faces.

"But why do we have a princess mirror in our house? Let alone a princess in our house, we don't even have a woman... No, no, maybe it's Dominique's, he is really a bitch sometimes..." Scott said to himself Soliloquy.

"Forget about the attributes of the mirror." Wolfgang said, "Sam, just return the mirror to me. I won't hold you accountable for stealing the mirror, and I won't tell your parents, but you can't That's it."

Sam cried with a sad face: "I will never dare again! I want to return the mirror to you too! But that mirror...it...has a ghost in it!"

"...Huh?" Wolfgang was taken aback, "What does 'ghost' mean?"

"There is a ghost in the mirror! I didn't find anything wrong with it at first, but one day, when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly smiled in the mirror, and I swear I never laughed! I suspected that I was dazzled, Just put the mirror down, and when I looked into the mirror again, I was clearly looking the other way! My God, I was staring at the mirror, but my image was looking to the left! I freaked out and thought I was mentally disturbed, so I went to see a psychiatrist. The doctor said that I was too stressed and told me to relax. After a few days, my sister came to me out of the blue—she was only five years old and was very clingy—and told me Said that she found a mirror in my room, and there was a person exactly like me in the mirror. When she looked in the mirror, I in the mirror would talk to her and make her happy. She thought the mirror was a gift from me, so happy Terrible, but I was terrified enough! I did not hallucinate! There is indeed an 'I' in the mirror, or 'my image', or 'someone exactly like me', who exists in the mirror and is not affected by My control! I'm going crazy! I threw the mirror into the river out of town, thinking that was the end of the anomaly, but when I got home, it was sitting nicely on my desk. Right on Last night, I had a dream, dreaming that 'my image' came out of the mirror, and then locked me in the mirror, and since then he has lived on my behalf, and my family has not noticed anything unusual..." Sam cried as he said, "I think it must be a ghost. He has haunted me and wants to kill me. Scott told me that he has supernatural powers, and ghosts and devils are no match for him." , plus the mirror was picked up from the ruins of your house, so I... had to come to Scott for help..."

After listening to Sam's sad story, Wolfgang covered his face with his hands and rested his elbows on the dining table: "My lord... I know what kind of mirror it is..." Then he put his hands down and looked at Si with resentment. Kurt, "What fallacy do you usually instill in little Sam? What do you mean 'you have supernatural power'?"

Scott shrugged. "I didn't lie to him, I did—" Wolfgang stuffed a taco into his mouth, stifling the rest of his words.

"Mr. Schiller, what the hell is that mirror? You can save me, can't you?" Sam wiped away tears.

"That's the witch Virginia's magic mirror, a mirror full of death and curses. The witch's ghost is attached to the mirror and will take the lives of all those who look in the mirror." Wolfgang replied dejectedly, "I put it at the bottom of the box, thinking that I would never find it again in my life, but unexpectedly, it was picked up by you by accident...Hey, hey, Sam, don't faint! Uh——really dizzy..."