Early morning.
Benjamin pushed open the door of the pet shop, and a pungent stench of cats, dogs, and birds mixed with their feces assaulted his nostrils.
He felt like he'd turned on a furnace in a crematorium.
'I desperately need an employee, Kirsty, when can you come?'
Benjamin muttered.
It took him an hour to finally feed and clean the pets. Taking care of these creatures had even made him, now a curse disciples, sweat profusely.
He stared at the group of animals running around wildly, scratching at their cages and wagging their tails.
No good!
He needed to find a part-time worker to tide him over today.
He went to the table, picked up a piece of paper, wrote a message, and hung it on the door:
'Pet shop hiring two part-time workers. Anyone can do it. From now until closing time. £100 per hour.'
Ring ring, the notification sound rang.
Benjamin took out his phone.
The message was sent by the detectives who reported Frank had gone missing after boarding the plane yesterday afternoon.
It seemed they had already disembarked with Frank.
However, upon seeing the message, Benjamin's expression changed slightly.
According to the plot, Frank was supposed to return to the cabin alone to open the box.
But now things had changed.
Frank had indeed returned to the cabin in Hatton, but he wasn't alone. A brown-haired woman had approached Frank at the airport and returned to the cabin with him.
The detectives thoughtfully sent information about the woman:
"Georgina Dursley, an ordinary white-collar worker from Belle, suddenly resigned ten days ago and came to Hatton.
This woman wandered around the Hatton airport exit, approaching everyone she met. After Frank disembarked, he spoke with her and then returned to the cabin with him."
"Ten days ago, that's exactly when I entered! The fat man, or the woman in the baseball cap?"
Benjamin decided to quietly go and observe.
...
"Boss, I'm here."
Benjamin looked up at the sound of his voice.
The dark green curtains of the second-floor window were drawn back, revealing an unremarkable-looking man in overalls waving at Benjamin.
Benjamin sighed. He was indeed a professional private detective; he had absolutely no distinguishing features.
Those guys in movies with suits, capes, top hats, sunglasses, and pipes were all fake.
He then entered and approached Detective Seventeen.
"Give it to me."
Benjamin pointed to the binoculars in Detective Seventeen's hand.
"The woman bought food from Sam's Deli five minutes ago, exchanged seven sentences with the owner, and just returned to the house."
Detective Seventeen handed Benjamin the binoculars and reported the situation, trying his best to impress.
Benjamin looked through the binoculars into the wooden house across the street.
In the attic on the right side of the second floor of the wooden house, the old curtains were covered in cobwebs.
An open suitcase and clothes were haphazardly scattered on the floor.
Two dirty, rumpled quilts were laid against the wall, used as mattresses, indicating the two people were resting there.
On the inner mattress, Frank, with a small mustache and a roguish look, sat leaning back, trimming his nails with a small knife.
A woman carrying a bag of groceries came upstairs into the attic and offered Frank a hamburger.
Frank reached out but didn't take the hamburger. Instead, he grabbed the woman's wrist, trying to pull her into his arms.
The woman took a step back, shook off his hand, and threw the hamburger at Frank, pointing at him and saying something.
Frank didn't speak. He picked up the hamburger, cut off a piece with the knife, and, while staring intently at the woman's face, slowly put the hamburger, still sticking the knife tip into his mouth.
After a while, the woman calmed down, went over and sat on the other mattress, starting to eat her hamburger while talking to Frank.
After they finished eating, Frank, with a strange smile, whispered something in the woman's ear, then took out a Rubik's Cube and began to work on it.
Upon hearing this, the woman's expression clearly brightened. She got up, closed the window, and drew the curtains.
Benjamin observed her carefully.
Appearances can change, but temperament and posture are different, especially the woman's eyes, which carried an air of superiority.
He was certain this person was the woman in the baseball cap.
And at this moment, inside the wooden house,
Frank and Yingmeisha, the woman in the baseball cap posing as Giovanna, sat facing each other on the floor.
Yingmeisha was somewhat excited.
Frank had just said he had a way to open the box.
The reason she had entered "Hellraiser " was because she had bought reliable information from a friend using survival points.
It is said that a friend had no gains in this world for over a month.
Finally, following a coded message, while searching for the residence of another companion who had entered the world with her, she discovered the recorded information of story, but her companion had already disappeared.
Because her friend had missed the deadline, she hadn't had another chance to enter this world.
And she had just had the opportunity to enter this world.
According to the intelligence report, the main quest item in "Hellraiser " will arrive at Hatton Airport from India at the beginning. By simply waiting patiently, a plot hint might be triggered.
Now, the Lemarchand's Box from this quest is right in front of her. She can immediately complete quest one, gaining a large number of survival points, and perhaps there are other surprises inside the box.
She dares not touch the other two quests, but she believes the difficulty of this quest lies in finding this item.
As for the two ordinary men who enter at the beginning, she doesn't care at all.
Come back to her senses, Yingmeisha sees the box slowly deforming in Frank's hand, the window begins to vibrate, and a gray light rises from the base of the wall, shining into the attic.
The box continued to twist, accompanied by wisps of electricity, until the final piece was complete.
A large door appeared out of thin air inside the room. Behind the eerie door, a howling wind swept through, a chilling wind from hell relentlessly seeping into the bones.
Two chains shot out from the box, hooking Frank and Yingmeisha.
Yingmeisha was stunned. What was going on?
Why was the box a trap? According to adventure stories, shouldn't it contain a treasure map or a mysterious cultivation method?
Immediately afterward, countless chains with hooks hung from the ceiling, each hook stained with blood and debris.
They swung and clanged against each other, making a jingling sound.
Gallows, studded with sharp blades, rose from the crimson floor, spinning rapidly.
Then, amidst Yingmeisha and Frank's screams, the countless chains suddenly hooked onto the two men.
Gear-tipped instruments of torture suddenly rose from their backs, slicing through their spines, blood splattering everywhere.
The chains snapped shut, tearing them to shreds.
Then footsteps echoed on the filthy ground, and a black figure slowly emerged from the darkness:
His head was etched with a crisscrossing grid of ritual patterns.
At each intersection, a nail was deeply embedded in his skull.
His body was clad in a black leather overcoat, his ribs exposed, a testament to Adam's sacrifice in creating Eve, and his waist was laden with various instruments of torture. (High Priest Pinhead)
Behind him followed three others:
The one on the left had shrunken, wrinkled skin, no eyes, only a mouth without lips, two rows of teeth exposed, constantly grinding together with a crisp sound; (Teeth Grinding)
The woman in the middle had a nail piercing her nose, a fan-shaped wire piercing her collarbone and the side of her neck, and a hole in her throat, revealing a bloody mess; (Deep Throat)
The one on the right was obese, with a triangular, round head, wearing small sunglasses, constantly licking his lips, layers of fat drooping from his face, and an open wound on his abdomen. (The Gourmet).
Pinhead, at the front, bent down and pieced together several fragments on the ground like a jigsaw puzzle, forming Frank's face.
As for Yingmeisha, a worthless soul, she wasn't worth his attention.
Then, with practiced ease, he picked up the Rubik's Cube, his fingers gently turning it, and with a flicker of electricity, he restored it to its original state.
...
As soon as they drew the curtains, Benjamin, a curses disciple, sensed a chilling, eerie atmosphere emanating from the room across the street just as they had finished drawing the curtains.
It was spreading, and Benjamin recognized this aura immediately.
The aura of hell!