Emma also discovered with surprise.
The doll on it looked almost identical to the one in her hand.
"John, why does the doll on this look so much like mine?"
John's expression was somewhat solemn.
"Because their owner is the same person."
"No, I'm the owner, I bought it." Emma was a little angry.
John took out the phantom card and performed the final test.
『Name: Medieval Puppet Doll』
『Owner: Mary Shaw
『Status: Sleeping · Uncontainable.』
The doll's power came from Mary Shaw, so even if John could contain it, it wouldn't be of much use.
Dead Silence is a well-known existence in American horror, and as the greatest evil within it, Mary Shaw was naturally no ordinary person.
After all, a person who has been dead for more than ten years can still crawl out of her grave to take revenge on the villagers; who else could do that?
"This doll can talk because it's not an ordinary doll; it's made from children."
Emma liked it even more after hearing that: "I want it."
John had no choice but to continue explaining.
"Its life was given by Mary Shaw, and it will obey its master's command to kill you. Haven't you heard that nursery rhyme?"
"Beware of Mary Shaw's stare, for her puppets are her children dear."
"When you see her, do not scream, or she'll make you part of her dream."
This nursery rhyme is very famous and is considered a nightmare for children in North America, but most people don't know its origin. Nearly a century has passed, and people have forgotten the true owner of this nursery rhyme.
Emma had heard this nursery rhyme from her father; she was naturally bad but not stupid.
Knowing it would lead to death and still doing it would mean there was something wrong with her brain.
Looking at the doll in her arms, Emma decided to discard it, but as she was about to, she wanted to tear it apart.
"John, can I burn it?"
It turns out Emma is a bit of a yandere; if she can't have it, she'll destroy it.
John shook his head.
"It's best not to burn it. I can keep it for you."
Emma handed the doll to John and asked, "Will I get a reward?"
John took the puppet: "I'll reward you with a can of Coca-Cola?"
Emma turned away in anger, her twin pigtails swinging as she left John with her back, truly infuriated.
John looked at the puppet in his hand, stroking it. The feel was like touching human skin. He just wondered who was more powerful, this doll or Chucky.
The puppet doll he referred to here was a single one, not a puppet possessed by Mary Shaw.
Besides, Annabelle is also famous for dolls.
They all appear in the form of dolls.
There should be no connection between these three.
John planned to hand this doll over to the Warren couple to handle. If he couldn't contain it, keeping it was useless.
Having this puppet at home would make sleeping uneasy.
Looking at the website, John had an "evil" idea: to sell this puppet to netizens as a blind box. This thought flashed by.
Well, he wasn't that bad yet.
John placed the puppet in the most conspicuous place, then turned back to coax Emma. It must be said that although Emma was bad, at least she wasn't a brat.
She was very cunning, easily coaxed, and wouldn't annoy adults, very sensible.
Emma sat on John's lap, curiously looking at the content on the horror website. Every post on it made her curious and excited.
She pointed to one of them.
John followed her finger; it was a blurry photo of something on all fours, somewhat like a dog, but with no hair on its body. Its bald head had a pair of fangs, looking like a vampire, but much uglier than a vampire.
What the hell is this thing?
For a moment, even the well-informed John had no impression of this creature in a short time.
How many terrifying creatures are still hiding in the darkness here that have never been seen?
The person who sent the photo was named Dennis, and he briefly recorded the reason for taking this photo.
Due to the economic storm, Dennis lost his job, so he and his wife had to rent a new place, choosing a low-priced rental. His nine-year-old son often sleepwalked.
Because he was afraid his son would encounter dangerous things while sleepwalking.
Dennis installed a camera at home for safety, but the camera captured some terrifying creatures.
"John, what kind of creature is this?"
"It should be a vampire?" John wasn't entirely sure, but after reading this self-narration, he probably had a slight impression.
This could be considered his childhood shadow.
John watched many American horror films, and apart from found-footage horror, he was rarely scared. His childhood shadow was naturally unusual.
That was The Great Detective Monster Mystery.
Also known as Monster Files.
People from the nineties to the noughties should remember these two names.
It recorded all kinds of frightening and terrifying creatures.
The kind that makes you feel scared the moment you see them.
And it was broadcast in documentary form.
No joke, John didn't even dare to go to the bathroom alone at the time, preferring to hold it until the next morning.
"What an ugly vampire." Emma looked at the photo with a disgusted expression. She was antisocial, but she was a face-con.
"Ding." John's phone vibrated. Seeing that the caller was Ed, he let Emma continue looking while he put her down and walked aside to answer the phone.
Ed's meaning on the phone was.
Their matter had not yet been resolved, but in three days, they would be able to spare some time to assess John's psychology, family, and various aspects.
Once all problems were resolved, he could apply to the church to become an exorcist.
"Okay, Mr. Ed. By the way, I also found a medieval puppet here."
"Puppet?" Ed was clearly stunned for a moment.
John confirmed: "Yes, it seems to be Mary Shaw's puppet."
Ed asked: "The owner of that nursery rhyme?"
John: "Mr. Ed, you've heard it too?"
Ed's tone was a bit wistful: "Of course, my grandmother used to scare me with it to get me to sleep."
John: "Then this puppet?"
Ed: "If possible, I hope you can keep it for now. I'm very busy right now, but as soon as I'm done, I'll come over with Lorraine immediately."
John: "Okay."
Hanging up the phone, John glanced at Emma. The little girl was completely obsessed with this website.
The things in it were simply heaven for her.
John knew that if he let Emma continue like this, she might truly become a bad seed. He began his plan.
"Actually, killing people is just so-so, Emma. Do you know what's truly fascinating?"
Emma: "What is it?"
John leaned down and whispered a few words in Emma's ear, and her eyes visibly lit up with excitement.
"Really?"
"Of course, it's true." What John said was all true. Killing does bring pleasure, but many things are more fun than killing.
For example, witchcraft, immortality, mutation, transformation into other races, exploring creepy places, and studying the structure of other creatures.
It was perfectly normal for Emma to be interested, but John didn't know.
In Emma's eyes, the strange and powerful John was far more attractive than other things. She hid this very well, deep in her heart, so well that even John was fooled by her.
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