Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1779 - Violent Beating, Continue Beating, Keep Going?

Chapter 1779: Violent Beating, Continue Beating, Keep Going?

At that moment, the female doctor, who didn’t have any combat training, swung her arms around wildly.

Relying on her strong physique after the symbiosis, however, her destructive punches rained down on the old woman.

The strange thing was that there was only the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

The old woman didn’t make a sound as she curled into a ball and didn’t resist.

Ten seconds later, Haley, who had thrown dozens of punches, felt strange. She stopped and turned around. “Keep going?”

Luke didn’t say anything and just looked at the “old lady” at Haley’s feet.

Sensing that something wasn’t right, Haley looked down and saw that the “old lady” who should’ve been smashed into a pulp was standing up again without any injuries.

She hurriedly took two surprised steps back and looked warily at the other party.

The “old lady” was still smiling as she said unhurriedly, “Kid, don’t enter someone else’s house. Once the owner gets angry, the consequences will be severe.”

With that, she turned incorporeal and quickly disappeared into thin air.

Haley looked around, her face red and her body cold. This was far more stimulating than she had imagined.

Luke said, “Let’s go.” He then turned around and drifted toward the bas.e.m.e.nt entrance.

Haley quickly followed him.

She didn’t understand why Luke was going to the bas.e.m.e.nt, but he probably had some idea of what was going on.

After taking a few steps, she turned around and didn’t see the “old lady” behind the fence.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure 20 meters away under the porch of the old house next door.

It was none other than the “old lady” who had been beaten up earlier. She continued smiling “benevolently” as she watched them.

Haley couldn’t help but s.h.i.+ver; she should’ve gone to the bathroom before getting off the plane.

Luke pulled open the two old wooden doors of the bas.e.m.e.nt and went down.

This was a bas.e.m.e.nt s.p.a.ce separate to the rest of the house, which was common in American houses. The entrance slanted downward.

The strange thing was that the light in the bas.e.m.e.nt was on.

Walking down the creaking wooden stairs, they found themselves in a s.p.a.cious and messy bas.e.m.e.nt.

There was all sorts of old junk inside. Children’s toys, old magazines, unopened cutlery, cabinets, a bed… and people on the bed.

Shocked, Haley looked at the two entangled bodies on the bed, one black and one white.

A middle-aged blonde woman with a big belly and a man in a black rubber suit were rolling and panting, unaware of their arrival.

Looking at the blonde, Luke sighed inwardly. It really was her!

This was a case which Luke had taken before and then promptly handed to s.h.i.+ELD; clearly, they hadn’t solved it.

The woman was Vivian Violet, the previous owner of this luxurious mansion.

However, she had been confirmed dead when her body appeared on a street bench not far from the neighborhood four years ago, before it mysteriously went missing.

Her daughter went missing five years ago, and her husband, Harry, killed himself four years ago.

Now, she was in the bas.e.m.e.nt of her mansion, rolling around in bed with a strange man in black latex.

The man in black was thin and a head shorter than Vivian.

It was a very strange scene in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Haley nudged Luke with her elbow, asking him what to do.

Luke said, “Hit him.”

Haley: Again?

But she lunged forward obediently, grabbed the man, and threw him against the wall.

There were only two men here; there was no need to ask who “him” referred to.

Luke didn’t see how Haley was doing, but instantly appeared in front of Vivian.

The woman didn’t give any clear reaction to the man being thrown away. She simply writhed and gasped for breath.

Luke pointed at her forehead with his right index finger.

Puchi!

The entire finger pierced Vivian’s forehead.

The next moment, Vivian screamed in pain.

Luke injected the power of faith bit by bit: 1, 3, 5…

“Let her go. She’s mine.” A high-pitched voice rang out from under Haley’s foot.

Luke slowed down, and Vivian’s screams died down.

Luke turned around and looked at the man in the rubber suit whom Haley was pressing down on. His blood-red lips curled up into a big smile. “An ugly soul and twisted possessiveness. What a rare freak. Give me a little more emotion – you might move me, and I might let her go.”

He increased the output in his hand slightly, and Vivian’s screams grew louder.

“She’s mine!” the man roared. He suddenly appeared next to Luke and hugged Vivian.

Luke’s eyes flickered, and he let the man do what he wanted.

The man hugged Vivian and murmured, “You’re mine. n.o.body can take you from me.”

As soon as he said that, the entire bas.e.m.e.nt started to creak strangely and the noise quickly grew louder.

The light turned dim before it was swallowed up by the growing darkness; the tiny filament glowed with just a speck of red.

Countless shadows wriggled and approached in the dark, like a pack of wild dogs eyeing their prey.

Haley couldn’t help tensing up.

She did like the unknown and thrills, but wasn’t this plot moving a little too fast?

Normally, a person would take a girl to the cinema to watch a supernatural movie, but this new partner actually took her to personally partic.i.p.ate in a supernatural event, the kind where if it were a movie, she would be the one killed.

It could only be said that the rollercoaster of life was too exciting.

But the bas.e.m.e.nt didn’t stop transforming. Before Haley could adapt to the new environment, the entire bas.e.m.e.nt suddenly turned upside down.

Luke adjusted his footing as he fell onto the ceiling, but Vivian and the man were still above him, so he lost the upper hand.

Caught off guard, Haley gave a cry of surprise as she landed on the ceiling with a thump.

Luke, on the other hand, landed lightly. Flicking off the rotten, dark gray gelatinous substance on his finger, he looked up at the room above him.

It was now more than ten meters to the ceiling, but all the furniture hadn’t fallen.

It seemed that only he and Haley were affected by gravity.

The shadows seized that moment to surge forward and pounce on them.

Haley, who had just fallen, was a little nervous. Splayed on the ceiling, she started throwing punches wildly.

But apart from whistling through the air, her attacks had no effect on the squirming shadows.

Then, she was stunned.

That was because the shadows tearing and biting around her had no effect.

The shadows that lunged at Luke were directly “erased” and disappeared.

Looking at his faith value drop little by little, Luke felt a little helpless. These small fries were really annoying.