American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 154 Ghost Mirror
"Ladies and gentlemen, now it's the fourth elimination match of the second round of the 16-to-8 round of the Santa Monica Cup Heavyweight Amateur Boxing Tournament! Let's take a look at the two players in the match: Bentley 'Bomber' Fleming on the blue team, and Roy Black on the red team, 'The Grim Reaper'!"

The host's introduction caused deafening cheers from the audience.

The Santa Monica Cup has entered the knockout stage. There will be a game every other day, and five games will be played in nine days. The intensity of the competition is not low.

Because the tent had very poor sound insulation, Alan Berg, who acted as a temporary coach, had to get close to Roy's ear and speak loudly so that Roy could hear him.

"That 'Brown Bear' Bentley Fleming is also a USC student. Let's teach him a lesson! But no need to get too fancy this time, just enough will do!"

Well, playing a game every other day is a huge test for the players' physical fitness, so Allen doesn't want Roy to waste a lot of energy just because he wants to play well.

Alan didn't know that Roy's physical fitness had just exceeded 50. Not only had all his previous injuries recovered, but his physical fitness had also become extremely strong.

Every time the attribute points exceed ten points, the attribute superposition will become higher, and it is not just a simple accumulation of numbers.

But Roy has indeed passed the stage where he needs to perform, and he just needs to kill his opponent.

"I see."

"Go ahead, good boy!"

Alan patted Roy on the shoulder, and then Roy walked out of the tent.

The audience around were shouting Roy's nickname crazily, and some even wanted to take advantage of Roy.

After all, it was not a formal competition venue, and the aisles for the players were too narrow. Roy's walk to the ring was more tiring than playing the game.

When he got on the ring, Roy saw a short, strong man with brown skin. He was a head shorter than Roy, about 1.8 meters tall.

This is a bit new. Since Roy started boxing last year, this is the first time he has encountered a boxer who is so much shorter than him.

And he's a heavyweight boxer!
Look at this short boxer nicknamed "Bomber". He is much wider than Roy, and the ten-centimeter height difference seems to have all become horizontal.

I guess this guy should be an offensive player similar to Tyson, both in height and body shape.

When the referee read out the rules and taboos of the game, Roy rarely refrained from mocking the opponent, but Bentley Fleming suddenly spoke up.

"Is that you who defeated Blair?"

Roy's face was full of question marks.

"Who are you talking about?"

Bentley Fleming was a little angry.

"Asshole, how can you not respect your opponent!"

But Roy really didn't remember the name. It would be a waste of storage space to remember the name of such a defeated opponent.

"If he wants respect, then beat me! Respect is not something you can just say."

Roy clenched his fists, his face full of sarcasm.

This made Bentley Fleming even angrier.

"His name is Blair Perez, and he's my friend! And my name is Bentley Fleming, and I'm going to be the one to defeat you!"

Oh, it turned out to be the USC black guy from the second qualifying game. Roy finally remembered him.

"You're quite arrogant. I hope your strength is as big as your mouth!"

The referee announced the start of the game, interrupting Roy and Bentley's friendly pre-match exchange.

Just as Roy had guessed before, Bentley was indeed an offensive player. At the beginning of the game, he dodged left and right and quickly approached Roy.

This action made Roy smile. In the past, he was the one who dodged other people's punches, but he didn't expect that today it would be someone else's turn to dodge his punches.

Then, Bentley's nightmare began.

No matter how Bentley dodged, Roy's fists always hit his guard accurately and knocked him back.

After several times in a row, Bentley began to breathe heavily.

The reason why Tyson's fighting style declined rapidly after his peak was because this style required very strong explosive power and consumed a huge amount of physical energy.

Bentley has good explosive power, but his physique is far inferior to Tyson, so just halfway through the round, his physical strength began to decline under Roy's precise control.

At this time, Bentley couldn't even touch Roy, and couldn't even make Roy move.

"Don't you want respect? Come here and get it!"

Roy's ridicule became the last straw that broke Bentley's mind. He suddenly gave up defense and jumped forward, ready to confront Roy head-on.

Perhaps in this guy's eyes, Roy, who looks like a pretty boy, would not dare to confront him head-on.

Roy and Bentley punched each other, but the result was not what Bentley expected.

Bentley fell heavily to the ground and fell into a sound sleep, but Roy didn't even shake and was as steady as a rock.

The referee immediately started counting, and Bentley didn't open his eyes until ten seconds were up.

Young people just sleep well and can fall asleep as soon as they lie down.

So, the referee announced that Roy won by KO and successfully entered the next round. The next round will be the day after tomorrow.

Coming down from the ring, Roy first hugged Heather and Penny, then took Cece from Dalia and held her high.

Ever since Roy rescued the little girl from the Slender Man, she has been particularly attached to him. Whenever they meet, she asks him to hold her baby high.

After hugging Cecilia, Roy hugged Dalia again, and the only one left was Mary.

Mary's face was red. After taking care of Roy for a few days when he was seriously injured, she was no longer opposed to physical contact with Roy, so she also hugged Roy symbolically.

After hugging four beauties, Roy discovered that there were three unexpected audience members tonight.

"Roy, I didn't expect you to be so popular!"

It turned out to be Keller, Molly and Amy who came together to watch the Santa Monica Cup game.

"Why are you here?"

Amy shrugged. As a mature woman, she didn't care about the other women around Roy.

"Saltana said so. She wants us to support you on her behalf. But I think you can easily win even without our support."

Poor Saltana is still working overtime. The FEA agents have been busy these days, searching for Jack Del in Los Angeles every day like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Not only the FEA, but also Elena and other FBI people who came from Texas.

Elena and her friends originally came here to investigate the Los Angeles police, but ended up being drafted.

There was no way. Jerald didn't trust the local FBI and LAPD in Los Angeles, so she could only let Elena and the others look for it together.

Unfortunately, almost 48 hours have passed and there is still no discovery.

Keller looked at Roy with a smile.

"It seems that what you said in Waterfall Town was not bragging. Maybe I will have to interview you soon."

"Hmm! If it's Mr. Evans, the great reporter, I'm available anytime!"

Roy showed a naughty smile, which made Keller couldn't help but pat Roy's chest, and then she was shocked by Roy's solid chest muscles.

So the patting turned into caressing.

Dalia coughed. There were children at the scene, and Keller's behavior was really not very decent.

"Ahem! Okay then, I'll do an exclusive interview with you some other day!" Roy's eyes lit up. The Los Angeles Times, to which Keller contributed articles, had extremely high sales in California. If Keller interviewed him, he would definitely gain a huge reputation that was no less than Austin's.

"Okay, I'm available anytime!"

After a few people gathered together and chatted for a while, they went their separate ways.

When Roy and a few girls returned to the Dolphin Hotel, they ran into Saltana.

"Roy, I have something to talk to you about!"

"Sister Saltana, are you still off work?"

"Just follow me and you'll find out!"

Saltana took Roy to Gerald's office. Besides Gerald, there was also a frightened young agent in the office.

"What happened? Did they find Jack Dell?"

Gerald's complexion became visibly darker, and white hair appeared on his head. It was obvious that the stress of the past two days had made him like this.

"Instead of finding Jack Del, we found something else."

Roy raised his eyebrows and looked at the panicked young agent who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Well, maybe this guy really has seen a ghost.

"How to say?"

Gerald gestured for the young agent to speak, and the young agent began tremblingly.

"Today, my colleague Jace and I searched an abandoned shopping mall on the outskirts of Los Angeles and found a particularly clean mirror inside. When we saw this mirror, we felt something strange, so Jace touched the mirror..."

Well, America covers a very large area, and you can buy everything from armored vehicles to nails.

So unlike the University of the East, large shopping malls in America are rarely located in the city center, but usually in the suburbs.

However, Roy felt that the young agent's narration sounded very familiar.

"Then Jace was sucked into the mirror. I saw Jace struggling in pain inside the mirror, calling for me to save him! But I didn't dare touch the mirror, so I immediately notified the police. Since then, I have always seen some terrible scenes in the mirror."

Hey, isn't this the story about the ghost mirror that Jack Del told on the "Night Owl" show?

It's a bit outrageous. Of the five urban legends that Roy saw on the "Night Owl" program, four have already appeared: the yellow clown, the midnight cannibal train, the slender figure, and this ghost mirror.

As for the Box of Sorrow that the folklorist mentioned, Roy knew it came from "Raising a Ghost to Eat People", which meant that the five urban legends were true.

This is not an urban legend, it is an urban documentary!

"Where is that ghost mirror now?"

"I've sent people to move the mirror over, but it's not going well. It seems to have become part of the mall and can't be moved at all."

As he spoke, Gerald stood up, took out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet behind him, poured a glass and handed it to the young agent, hoping that the other party would feel better after drinking it.

What Gerald didn't expect was that as soon as the young agent took the glass, he seemed to have seen some horrifying scene, and he opened his mouth and covered his neck.

This situation surprised both Saltana and Gerald. Sister Chocolate reacted very quickly and immediately took out her gun and shot the wine glass.

But it was too late. The young agent fell to his knees and struggled in pain.

One of Roy's pupils turned dark gold, and he used the Eye of Truth from Mabas. He immediately saw a shadow emerge from the wine on the ground and strangle the young agent's neck.

He took out a cursed dagger from the inventory and threw it out. The phantom was nailed to the carpet by the cursed dagger and was absorbed by the cursed dagger not long after.

The young agent survived.

Saltana asked Roy curiously.

"Was that a ghost just now?"

Roy nodded.

"It is indeed a ghost."

Saltana squatted down and looked at the whiskey that had spilled on the ground.

"Can that ghost penetrate any mirror-like object and attack anyone who has looked into a mirror?"

"I think so. Anything smooth and reflective will do."

This ability is quite terrifying. After all, it can be done without looking in the mirror. However, if all reflective objects including the water surface can become carriers, it would be really terrifying.

Gerald rubbed his temples, feeling that if he continued like this, all his hair would fall out.

"Mr. Black, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead, Mr. Olin."

"Theoretically, the mirror isn't that dangerous. The FEA wants to contain it. Do you have a solution?"

Roy looked at Gerald. This guy really dared to think so. He probably tasted the sweetness of the slender ghost's corpse before, so he thought so.

"If my guess is correct, the mirror is actually a carrier of an earthbound spirit. The vengeful spirits that died in the fire entered the mirror, causing it to become like this. If you want to contain the mirror, you must kill the earthbound spirit in the mirror. However, without the earthbound spirit, this mirror will lose its research value."

Gerald frowned.

"Mr. Black, how do you know that the mirrors are filled with earthbound spirits who were burned to death?"

"I heard this story from Jack Del last week while watching Night Owl. There was a fire in that mall that killed hundreds of people. You might want to check out Jack Del's past shows; he's told five urban legends so far, and all of them have come true!"

When Gerald heard this, he immediately gave orders to Saltana.

"Rivera, have someone find all the recordings of every episode of 'Night Owl'. I want to see them!"

"Okay, Director."

Gerald then looked at Roy.

"Mr. Black, I believe you must have a way to minimize the danger of that mirror while still preserving its research value."

"Well..."

Gerald named a number.

"Five million US dollars!"

so generous?

But Roy still wanted to bargain.

"Eight million dollars!"

"Okay, it's settled! Eight million is eight million!"

Gerald agreed so quickly that Roy instantly felt like he had been at a disadvantage.

Damn it, this guy doesn’t feel bad about spending other people’s money!

"By the way, Mr. Olin, my studio has been set up. You can transfer the money to the account."

"It's a small matter. Just tell me the account number and the bureau will call you shortly."

鬼镜
(End of this chapter)