Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 344

"Sorry, sir, you can't leave for now. The Los Angeles police and the FBI will be here soon. As one of the parties involved, you..."

Robb was about to leave when the airport security personnel hurriedly stopped him. When he was explaining the reason, Robb glanced at him, and the other party paused and stepped aside.

Robb was about to step.

Tick... Tick...

The very slight sound of water drops was not noticed in the noisy airport.

Robb quickly caught it with his strong hearing.

He looked up as he was about to leave, and saw that water had leaked from the towering ceiling of the airport at some point, falling straight to the edge of a paper cup with a drink on the service counter next to the boarding gate.

Tick~Tick~Tick~

Under the force of the water drops falling from the sky, one end of the already thin paper cup gradually collapsed downwards.

Seeing that the entire paper cup was about to fall sideways.

The owner of the paper cup, the stewardess who noticed this scene in time, hurriedly picked up the paper cup.

However, she misjudged the bearing capacity of the paper cup.

When she picked up the paper cup and applied a little force to her palm, the paper cup shrank directly, and a large amount of beverage sprayed out, falling on the counter, and part of it flowed to the ground due to gravity.

"Shit!"

The stewardess cursed inwardly, and quickly opened the drawer under the counter, took out the towel, and closed the cabinet door with a "bang", and began to wipe.

At this time, under the impact of the cabinet door closing heavily, a screw that was originally loose at the bottom corner of the counter finally fell off, and after a rolling, it stopped on the ground, with the sharp needle facing up.

The sound of the spilled beverage attracted the attention of others at this time.

The nearest male passenger of Flight 130 turned around and saw the well-built stewardess bending over to clean up, and kindly stepped forward to ask if she needed help.

He walked towards her.

Suddenly, the male passenger's right foot stepped on the drink that flowed to the ground, and his foot slipped. With a cry of surprise, the whole person could not help but fall down.

The direction of his fall was exactly where the screw fell.

And the needle of the screw, if nothing unexpected happened, would have a close contact with the male passenger's temple.

At that time...

Robb waved his palm, and the screw on the ground flew away with a "whoosh".

Plop.

The male passenger fell down, and his head hit the ground with a heavy sound.

He did not look at the male passenger's full-blooded screaming action.

Robb's eyes fell on the screw that he had moved away, and he stretched out his hand and the screw flew into his hand in an instant.

"It started so soon?"

Robb looked at the ordinary screw in his hand.

In any other occasion, it was not threatening.

But just now, it was enough to kill.

This series of seemingly normal, but actually linked coincidences, is undoubtedly the work of the god of death.

Robb didn't expect the other party to move so quickly.

Normally, there shouldn't be a buffer time.

Is it because he saved everyone on the plane?

Art, who was warned of the explosion before, saved a dozen people who were supposed to die in the explosion.

With a snap of his fingers, he brought all the people on the plane down.

Is the god of death eager to harvest those who escaped death as soon as possible?

"I don't know when it will be my turn?"

Looking back, he took a last look at the passengers who were at a loss.

He could save them once, but he couldn't save them every time.

Robb shook his head and walked out of the airport.

......

Madison hasn't left yet.

After seeing Robb off, because her identity was discovered again, she stayed a little longer to satisfy the fans' wishes for autographs and photos.

When she finished all this, she came to the parking lot and got in her sports car.

Bang!

The sound of the car door opening was heard, and someone sat in the co-pilot seat with ease.

Madison turned her head, took off her sunglasses, and said in surprise: "Robb, why are you back?"

"I missed you." Robb blurted out.

Madison: "..."

At this moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or be sad.

Fortunately, Robb didn't make it difficult for her.

He said with a serious face: "Something unexpected happened."

Robb briefly explained the reason.

Madison was surprised: "What should we do now? Do we need to ask Cordelia for help?"

Madison learned from Robb a long time ago that if there is something undecided, she should find the Supreme Witch.

Robb shook his head this time.

Unlike before, the gap between his strength and Cordelia is not big now.

When he can't eradicate the curse of death, Cordelia can't do much.

The Supreme Witch is not omnipotent.

Just like the spirit of Queenie in the futureThe soul was trapped in the Cortez Hotel, and Cordelia could not get it out no matter what she did.

Robb could only rely on himself now.

Fortunately, although the curse of the god of death was troublesome, it was not very dangerous for him, which gave him time to find a way to solve the problem.

"Where to go now?" Madison asked at this time.

Robb thought for a while and said, "Let's go to my place first."

Madison nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the engine, the red sports car sped towards the murder house like a phantom.

Half an hour later.

Robb returned to the murder house again.

"Mr. Robb, why are you back?" Moira came forward to greet him unexpectedly.

Robb was about to say something.

Suddenly!

His eyes condensed, and his face looked at this house that he was familiar with.

At this moment, this house gave him a sense of strangeness.

It was like lifting the veil, revealing a truly terrifying side.

Robb was acutely aware that this house, or more precisely, the true darkness of hell behind this house, was becoming more active than ever before.

A pair of very familiar eyes full of death were staring at him more closely than ever before.

"Death"!

Compared to the foggy situation at the airport, it was much clearer at this moment.

Robb could foresee that if he continued to stay in the Murder House, the sieges from the Death would be particularly frequent and even more lethal.

"Is it really related to hell?"

Robb nodded to Moira, thinking as he retreated.

As a window to the world, the power of hell in the Murder House was more evident.

Robb did not hesitate to stay in the Murder House.

He returned to the sports car again.

"Where to go now?" Madison, who saw it, said bluntly.

"Go to your house." Robb looked at Madison.

Finally, he gave a sincere suggestion:

"Madison, be prepared to spend money to avoid disaster."