Screenwriter Mystery - Chapter 487

creak-

The heavy door opening sounded particularly harsh in the silent BSI headquarters.

With the opening of the collapsed door, Amanda was clearly aware of the dull and full of resentment that the spirits wandering around cast on her.

Under these gazes, Amanda’s heart was suddenly lifted to the top, and she tried to bite her lips to prevent the sound from her mouth.

“…”

In this way, they confronted each other in a silent atmosphere for a long time.

These wandering spirits slowly turned their dull faces and returned to their original meaningless wandering.

Amanda, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief unconsciously, holding the Fool’s Tarot card that was slightly wrinkled due to nervousness, and continued to walk towards the headquarters.

pat, pat!

As the location of the [Spiritual World Passage], the BSI headquarters is undoubtedly one of the worst-hit areas.

Walking in the messy headquarters, Amanda could clearly see the dark red bloodstains left on the corridors, the occasional corpses of BSI agents in uniforms and the lingering smell of rancidity in the air. .

Most of them died in the previous Candyman incident.

With the outbreak in Washington, the emergency evacuated BSI had no time to collect the bodies of the dead agents, leaving their **** bodies in the abandoned headquarters.

Clenching the tarot card in her hands with her whitish fingers, Amanda stepped over a corpse that had rotted beyond recognition.

Five minutes, ten minutes, or more.

Walking in the empty and dead BSI headquarters, there was no response to the tarot card given by Spike.

Amanda’s heart gradually became a little suspicious.

Could it be that all this is just his own sentimental thoughts, maybe the direction pointed by the tarot card is not the headquarters at all.

bang-

Inside BSI headquarters.

Just as Amanda fell into self-doubt.

Suddenly, a sudden sound broke the silence.

Looking along the place where the sound sounded, I saw a black shadow flashing away from the office of the BSI headquarters.

Seeing the appearance of the shadow, Amanda did not recklessly pursue it.

On the contrary, she cautiously took out the pistol, while holding the necklace around her neck.

After all, the corpses of agents scattered all over the BSI headquarters have proved the danger here, not to mention that the whole of Washington is no longer what it used to be at this time, and the people who are left in the city today are either Crazy believers with twisted wills, or spirits pouring into the real world from the [Spiritual World Channel].

Especially in a hard-hit area like the BSI headquarters, Amanda didn’t think she could be so “lucky” to meet the so-called survivors in such an environment.

Holding his breath, he cautiously walked in the direction where the shadow appeared.

The place where the noise was heard was the coffee room that originally belonged to the BSI headquarters. In the past, the agents in the headquarters would often go in and pour a cup of coffee to soothe their tense nerves in their spare time. When Amanda was investigating the case, she also went in and out of it many times. Stay up late to work on the coffee inside.

Just, now.

With Washington being ravaged by a large number of spirits, the BSI headquarters has already been turned into a mess, and this coffee room has been abandoned for a long time.

Looking through the glass door of the coffee room, the situation in the coffee room does not seem to be much different from the rest of the headquarters.

However, in the corner where the coffee machine was placed, Amanda noticed something different.

She frowned and walked into the coffee room. Amanda reached out and touched the edge of the coffee machine. The warm feeling from the machine made her face become surprised.

The temperature of the coffee machine proves that the machine has even been used not long ago.

Thinking of the noise she had just heard and the dark shadow she discovered, Amanda’s expression became a little weird.

It is hard to imagine that in today’s environment, there are still people hiding in the BSI headquarters drinking coffee.

With doubts and incomprehension in her heart, Amanda left the coffee room and chased in the direction she had just witnessed the shadow flashing past.

“…”

In a long and depressing atmosphere, Amanda came to a position that was very familiar to her.

A corner of the office belonging to the psychic squad.

Looking at this familiar place, the look in Amanda’s eyes flickered slightly. She saw the messy files in Angela’s place, and she could vaguely see the above records on the flipped pages. An urban legend about Candyman.

It was such an investigation that became the fuse for the destruction of the entire BSI headquarters.

Take a deep breath and clench the tarot card in your hand.

Trying to keep herself from recalling the investigation record of Angela’s death in the headquarters, Amanda stopped in front of her innermost office after passing through the aisle of the office.

Standing in front of the office door, Amanda could vaguely hear small sounds coming from inside.

Hold your breath, clench your gun and tarot cards.

Amanda stretched out her right hand holding the tarot card~www.mtlnovel.com~ carefully grabbed the handle of the office and turned it away.

As the doorknob turned, Amanda’s nerves tightened.

In the current situation, she didn’t know at all whether what appeared in the office was a clue guided by the tarot cards or a trap waiting for her.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Amanda’s mind about the future that was greeted behind the door.

However, in the real world, she could not help but have too many doubts.

Pull the door handle and push the door open.

Amanda aimed the gun at the direction of the office for the first time.

“You’re finally here, Amanda.”

However, the scene inside made her nervous expression become dazed in an instant.

In front of the desk, he picked up the coffee pushed by [Voodoo Doll] and took a sip.

Joey nodded to Amanda, who was standing at the door, as if she had expected her appearance.

“How many sugar cubes did you put in?”

Then he slapped his mouth again, turned his head, lowered his head and asked the [Voodoo Doll] on the desk.

Faced with the fortune-teller’s question, the [Voodoo Doll] on the table tilted his head, then stretched out his fingerless woolen arm and gestured towards him, making a gesture of the number ‘three’.

“No wonder, the amount of sugar cubes is too small, does it taste so bitter?”

Seeing the number indicated by the [Voodoo Doll], the fortune-teller shook his head and placed the coffee cup in his hand again in front of the [Voodoo Doll].

The latter also immediately grabbed his trident, which was about the same thickness as a toothpick, picked up a few cubes of sugar, and threw it into the coffee, then put the trident in and stirred it a few times before putting it back and looking up. With two button eyes, look at the fortune-teller and make a look of expectation.