Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 11 I only know that the maid looks like...
Crunch—pop!

The dilapidated door was suddenly pushed open by brute force, making a harsh metal collision sound!
Rango held the flashlight and scanned every corner with sharp eyes.

Not long ago, Rango and his friends who were returning home from get off work had searched the entire haunted house thoroughly.

This is not an exaggerated rhetoric, but a real "carpet style"!
Relying on Megan's high-tech electronic scanning eyes, it only took them a short time to search the entire building.

There are six bedrooms, three living rooms, three bathrooms, a study, an entertainment room, a garage, and even every blade of grass and tree in the backyard is not spared.

The result was that not only were no supernatural phenomena discovered, but the entire building was cleaned extremely cleanly, almost spotlessly.

If it had been before, Rango might not have felt anything, but he clearly remembered the burning sensation in his palms when he came to see the house last time.

In all these years in Africa, the system has never failed.

As long as you get close to a place or object where supernatural things have happened, the system's progress bar will slowly grow.

If he didn't find it, it only means that the guy has hidden himself.

Now there is only one basement left to be checked.

Looking around, Rango and Teddy were choked by the strong smell of formalin.
"vomit"

Teddy retched violently several times and cursed with an ugly face: "Fuck, this smells even worse than the public toilets in African tribes!"

"It's okay," Rango said casually as he looked through the sundries around him. "This should be the smell of chemicals. It's a little pungent, but not that smelly."

"You're a human, of course you don't feel the stink, but I'm a bear! My sense of smell is thousands of times better than yours! Fuck! This is simply torture!"

After Teddy cursed, he ran out on his short legs, leaving Rango alone here.

Rango didn't pay any attention to where this guy was going. His eyes were fixed on the scattered debris on the ground.

There are all kinds of worn-out scalpels scattered all over the floor, and with the pungent smell of formaldehyde in the house, it is easy to guess that one of the owners of this house was a medical worker.

It's just strange that the staff didn't clean these things away when they cleaned the place before.

There were several large wooden boxes piled up in the corner of the room.

Walking to the box, Rango glanced at the rusty padlock, picked up a crowbar from the wall and swung it hard, breaking the padlock.

Lifting the dusty lid, there was a pile of costumes inside.

There are all kinds of colors and the costumes are strange and bizarre, obviously they are costumes for a stage play.

Rango frowned, then opened several other boxes in the same way.

The second box contained neatly arranged books on law, which had been published more than 20 years ago.

The third box contains some children's clothes, which, judging by the styles, should be for male babies.

As for the fourth box, in addition to dozens of small injection bottles marked with morphine, there were also several black bags.

Rango picked up the crowbar and tore open one of the bags. A pungent smell instantly hit his nose.

"Is this a bird slice?!"

After sorting out these things, Rango was suddenly speechless.

Who lived in this house before? Why are there all kinds of messy things here, and they are from different eras?

After closing the lid of the wooden box, he rubbed his nose and was about to look for the source of the smell of formalin when suddenly, a red suitcase hidden behind the wooden box caught his attention.

The style is very new, except for some dust, there is no damage to the entire suitcase.

After silently staring at the bulging suitcase for more than ten seconds, Rango decided to call Teddy over to open the suitcase. Based on his experience in Africa, suitcases in such an environment would either be filled with cash or corpses.

Coupled with the thick smell of formalin and the faint stench of corpses in this basement, if there were no corpses in it, he would
Huh? Really not?

Unable to resist his curiosity, Rango pulled the zipper a little bit. When he saw what was inside, his pupils suddenly shrank and he took a few steps back in shock.

It’s definitely not a corpse, but it’s something more disgusting than a corpse!
Inside is a bunch of big black rubber bullshit!

In addition to that, there are several thick stacks of photos, all of which are, without exception, photos of two hairy-chested men being intimate in bed, so eye-catching that it's almost as shocking as two women, one cup!
"Fake!"

Rango, feeling that he was mentally polluted, angrily kicked it over, and the cow fell to the ground.
But at this moment, Rango, who had stomped on the ground hard, suddenly found that the wooden board under his feet was a little loose. He narrowed his eyes slightly, bent down, grabbed the raised wooden board, and then directly pried it open with force.

What caught my eye were dozens of formalin jars containing baby embryos.
After a while.

Rango, who had just returned from exploring the basement, sat on the sofa in the hall, biting a cigarette butt and began to piece together the clues he had found.

It is obvious that this notorious haunted house has had many owners, including surgeons, Broadway actors, lawyers, etc.

One of the homeowners had a child, and it was unknown which homeowner performed abortions on unmarried pregnant girls in the basement, and even perversely preserved each embryo in formalin.

Of course, there is also the address book of the pair who love toys.

Thinking of the pile of eye-catching photos in the suitcase, Rango took a deep puff of his cigarette with an unpleasant expression.

He had seen so many bulls in the past few decades, but not as many as the one he just saw!

"Lunch is ready, French saffron chicken with white wine, and dessert is cherry pie and coconut meringue." Megan, wearing an apron, came over and stood beside Rango, bending over and speaking.

Seeing her dressed like a maid, Rango's originally gloomy expression looked a little better.

I have to say, it is really lucky to be able to summon Megan this time.

This cyber loli not only possesses an encyclopedic knowledge base, but can also handle various housework expertly. Her cooking skills are outstanding, and she can cook both Chinese and Western food.

She is just too short, and needs to stand on a stool every time she cooks, which may make others think she is a child labor abuser.

"Hey! Rango," when he was about to get up to eat, Teddy, who had been wandering around the villa, suddenly ran over and shouted excitedly, "Guess what I just saw?!"

Without waiting for Rango's response, he continued impatiently: "Maid! A breathtakingly beautiful maid!"

Rango was immediately displeased when he heard this and said, "Put away your dirty thoughts, Teddy! Megan is just a child! No, she's even a robot, you fucking idiot."

"Walter? No no no! I'm not talking about Megan!"

Teddy pointed upstairs with his eyes wide open and said, "When I came down just now, I saw a girl in a maid outfit bending over to fix her shoes. She was not only beautiful, but also had a nice figure..."

"Wait a minute," Rango interrupted him with his hand and asked seriously, "Where did you see her upstairs?"

Teddy was stunned for a moment and then shook his head: "How would I know that? I only know that this woman looks good."

"Did she see you?"

"How would I know that? I only know that the maid looks pretty."

"What does her expression look like? Miserable? Enchanting?"

"How would I know that? I only know that the maid looks pretty."

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(End of this chapter)