American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 68 Elevator
I think I've seen you somewhere.

Baling actually felt a faint sense of familiarity from the strange woman who was so close to him.

It's not because of her beautiful appearance, but a more mysterious and vague impression in the spirit.

This strange feeling made Baling subconsciously turn his head and look at her, motionless.

But in the eyes of others, Baling's gaze was too scorching.

"Sir, why are you staring at me like that?" The woman with long curly hair, Nancy Thompson frowned.

Although Baling was a handsome man, even with sunglasses covering his eyes, he was still recognizable as a handsome man. Even she had to admit that. But staring at him without saying a word on their first meeting was a bit abnormal.

Especially Nancy, as a psychologist, is more sensitive to this aspect.

"I'm sorry, I'm blind. I thought I was seeing my friend." After being discovered, Baling remained calm and told the lie while turning his head away.

Is that right?

Nancy did not completely dispel her doubts, but was only half-believing and half-doubting. She always felt that Baling's eyes did not look like those of a blind person.

Oh! Today is my first day at work, I hope everything goes well.

The elevator continued to move downward.

Click! The elevator door opened.

She reached the floor she was going to.

Outside.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Ahhhhh! Don't come over here!"

The blonde girl in a short-sleeved long dress screamed and rushed towards the elevator, her hand wrapped in medical gauze tightly grasping a small but sharp scalpel.

No matter how she got it, now she ran over with great excitement, followed by several nervous medical staff.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

The urgent call from behind urged the girl to quicken her pace.

Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!

As long as we can get there, we can leave here!

The knife-wielding girl, Christine, came running towards them.

Oh my god! Does the first day of work have to be this exciting?
As soon as Nancy stepped out of the elevator door, her feet suddenly stopped. Someone is rushing towards you with a knife. Are you afraid?
Moreover, Nancy knew clearly that this floor was the psychiatric department of the hospital.

If you were stabbed to death, your death would be in vain.

Nancy's mind raced as she retreated behind Baling and hid in the elevator.

In the small elevator, the passers-by who valued their lives wanted to shrink into the corner, leaving Baling, who was closest to the door, to stand in front.

At this moment, that strange feeling came again. Baling suddenly felt that the blonde girl who was stumbling towards him looked quite familiar.

"Baling!" Seeing that Baling was unmoved, Maria couldn't help but call out to him to bring him back to his senses.

There was a strange look in Baling's eyes behind his sunglasses, and he couldn't help but think to himself.

Damn! My current character is a blind person. Do you healthy people have any sense of shame?
He actually protected me in front of him!
Could it be that I have a hidden personality as the urban soldier king? Why do I encounter such ridiculous emergencies?

Baling did not press the door closing button, and at this moment, the blonde girl Christine was only one step away from the door.

It’s getting closer, very closer.

Just as Christine was about to step fully into the elevator, she slipped, wearing only a pair of blue socks and no shoes.

Just like that, she slid down and stabbed Baling in the stomach.

In an instant, the sharp scalpel blade almost touched Baling's... newly bought high-end suit, suddenly changing color. With agility and precision that was completely unbelievable for a blind man, Baling moved sideways and embraced Christine. Baling immediately reached out and grabbed the scalpel from her hand.

In a flash, the offense and defense can be changed.

"Don't move, you're under arrest."

Baling lowered his voice, and his sunglasses reflected the girl's red cheeks due to the strenuous exercise, which caused the blood vessels to dilate and dissipate heat.

"I..." Christine's heart was pounding. She thought she almost stabbed someone, but fortunately this terrible thing did not happen.

Moreover, the man in front of me is so manly, so safe! And so handsome!

Suddenly, Christine looked up and caught a glimpse of Baling's golden eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, which looked unlike those of a human.

"Dream... This is a dream! Let me go! Ahhh..."

pat!

The girl's hand accidentally knocked over Baling's sunglasses.

Faced with Christine's sudden illness, Baling did not hesitate. He closed his eyes, pushed her body up, and then pressed her hard against the wall of the elevator.

Her rosy cheeks were flattened, and she was still mumbling, "Dream... nine, ten, never... sleep..."

Christine's arms were pressed against her back, like a gangster being apprehended by an old police officer.

"It must be a relapse of the old illness. Poor child, still so young. Alas!" Baling's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he could see the truth at a glance, even though he didn't open his eyes at that moment.

At this time, the medical staff outside hurried over, rushed over to control Christine, and then took her out of the elevator.

Christine was still struggling hard, shouting something.

"This is all a dream, you can't fool me." "I don't want to go back." "I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!"

A pair of sunglasses was handed back to him, but Baling pretended not to see it.

"I think these are your sunglasses." Nancy, the curly-haired woman, smiled slightly, her smile intellectual and gentle. She said in amazement, "It's hard to believe that Mr. Baling is so skilled. He doesn't look like a blind man at all."

"Oh, so the sunglasses are here, thank you. Although my eyes can't see, my heart is very bright." Baling took back the sunglasses and put them back on his ears.

"you know me?"

"No, I just happened to hear your friend calling you that."

"I see. I wonder if I might have the honor to know your name?" Baling politely extended his right hand.

"Of course. Nancy Thompson." Nancy also shook hands as a gesture of goodwill.

Ding!
Arrived at the first floor.

"Sorry, I have to go to work." Nancy realized that she had forgotten to report to the psychiatric department.

"Okay, goodbye, Miss Nancy." Baling waved goodbye and suddenly said something that seemed strange, "If you encounter any difficulties, you can try calling my name. Sometimes, it works well."

"I think I will." Nancy chuckled a few times, thinking that Baling's words were quite humorous.

Remember, he already remembered.

Baling had already figured out that strange feeling of familiarity.

If I remember correctly, it was Freddy's scent, although it was very faint.

But as an old opponent who had fought against him many times and whose strength was constantly improving, Baling still sensed it.

Unexpectedly, Freddy also won the resurrection match.

"Haha, that's quite interesting."

Baling talked to himself, his eyes dim, as if he was thinking of something interesting.

(End of this chapter)