Get it wrong!

Looking at the video in front of him, Zhou Zhou suddenly realized that his previous plan was completely wrong.

The Lord God has two missions: Save Carrie and destroy the town of Chamberlain.

Zhou Zhou originally thought that these two tasks were very contradictory, and if one of them was completed, the other could not be completed.

After stopping the prank, Carrie happily attended the dance. As a result, Carrie would not commit suicide, and Carrie would not naturally slaughter the town crazy.

But if the prank is not stopped, Carrie will destroy Chamberlain Town, but will accidentally kill her mother and then commit suicide after returning home.

Zhouzhou originally planned to save Carrie by preventing pranks. As for destroying the town or something, he would find another way.

But this didn't work at all, because Carrie's mother, Margaret, had nothing to do with Carrie's massacre.

In Margaret's opinion, all the classmates who Carrie killed were dead and should go to hell. If they died, Margaret might even thank God.

Margaret actually wanted to kill his daughter very early, Carrie's superpowers, and the fuse of Carrie attending the dance completely triggered Margaret's murderous intent!

The most obvious evidence is that Margaret prepared the kitchen knife early in the morning before Carrie came back! She didn't even ask what happened in Carrie's school!

So it is very unnecessary to stop pranks. The result will result in the failure of both tasks at the same time.

There is a very simple way to complete two tasks at the same time.

—————Kill Carrie’s mother before she returns from the dance!

As long as Carrie kills her mother before she returns from a dance prank, the dispute between the mother and daughter will not occur! When the disheartened Carrie returns home and sees her mother lying in a pool of blood, Carrie, who suddenly loses her mother, will only destroy Chamberlain's town more carefully.

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Zhou Zhou carried the backpack on his shoulders and turned around and left with brisk steps.

————————The dance party will start three days in a while, and there is not much time left, so let’s figure out where Carrie lives first.

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11 Carlin Street, Chamberlain Town, Living Room.

Carrie and Margaret sat across the small rectangular wooden table.

"You didn't eat pie, Carrie." Mom, who was studying the religious pamphlet and intoxicated with her comments, looked up. "I made it myself."

“It makes me acne, mom.”

"Your acne is God's punishment for you. Eat the pie now."

"Mother?"

"What's up?"

Carrie lowered her head. "Tommy Rose invites me to the spring dance next Friday—"

The booklet was forgotten. Mom stared at her, looking like she didn't believe her ears. Her nostrils suddenly expanded, as if the horse heard the rustling sound of a rattlesnake crawling in the grass.

———I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid.

Kelly wanted to swallow the feeling of choking in her throat, but only half of it worked.

"He promised to stop at our house, see you first and then..."

"no."

“——Send me back at 11 o’clock. I’ve already—”

"No, no, no, no!"

"—Accepted. Mom, please face me and have to start…try to interact with the outside world. I am not like you. I am ridiculous-I mean the kids think I am a joke. I don't want to do this. I want to try to be a normal person, otherwise it will be too late-"

Mrs. White raised her hand and poured the tea on Carrie's face.

The tea is warm, but even if it is hot, the effect will not be stronger.

Carrie immediately shut her mouth and sat there blankly, the brown tea flowing down her cheeks and chin, dripping onto her white shirt, and seeping open. The tea was sticky and smelled of cinnamon.

Mrs. White sat there tremblingly, her face muscles were frozen, and only her nostrils were still suffocating. She suddenly raised her head and screamed towards the ceiling.

"God! God! God!" she said over and over again.

"Boy. Yes, then the boy is about to come to the door. After bleeding, the boy comes. He is like a dog that smells, smiling and drooling. I want to see where the smell comes from. That... smell!"

Kelly sat motionless.

Mrs. White stood up and walked around the table, her face covered with a half-crazy look of pity and hatred. Her hands were hooked like two trembling vulture claws.

"Close," she said. "Go to your closet and pray." The thin bone claw pointed in the direction of the closet.

"No, mom."

She swung her arm and slapped hard, and the sound made by her palm hitting Kelly's cheek.

———————Oh God, I'm really scared now

It was like a crisp sound of a whip swaying in the air. Kelly was still sitting there, shaking her upper body a few times. The handprints left on her cheeks were first white, then turned blood red.

"This mark," said Mrs. White. Her eyes were wide open but expressionless; she breathed rapidly and tried her best to absorb the air. She seemed to be talking to herself, her eagle-like hand landing on Kelly's shoulder and dragging her away from the chair.

"I've seen it, yes, yes. But I. never did it anymore. Just for him. He. got it. I..." She paused, her eyes silenced and patrolled the ceiling. Kelly was frightened. Mom seemed to be in pain of revealing some important truth that could destroy her.

"Mother--"

"Go to the car. I know where they take you with their cars. On the edge of the city, on the roadside hotels, whiskey. The smell... Oh, they smelled the smell of you!" Her voice became even sharper. The veins on her neck were exposed, and her head was twisting upwards, as if she was looking for something.

"Mom, you'd better stop talking."

This sentence seemed to pull her back to some vague reality. Her lips showed natural surprise and really stopped, as if she was looking for the old direction in the new world.

"Close," she muttered. "Go to your closet and pray."

"No."

Mom raised her hand and wanted to hit her again.

"Don't!"

The hand was fixed in the dead air. Mom looked up at it, as if she wanted to make sure it was still there or intact.

The pie plate suddenly left the tray on the table, flew past the room and hit the wall next to the living room door, splashing a piece of black berry juice.

"I'm going, mom!"

The bottom of my mother's teacup floated upwards, flew over her head and smashed it over the stove. My mother screamed and fell to the ground, protecting her head with her hands.

"The devil's child," she said. "The devil's child, Satan's child—"

"Mom, stand up."

"Desire and **, physical desire-"

"Stand up!" Carrie ordered.

Mom couldn't make a sound, but she did stand up, her hands still protecting her head, like a prisoner of war. Her lips were squirming. To Kelly's eyes, she seemed to be reciting the Lord's prayer.

"I don't want to go against you, mom," said Kelly. Her pronunciation was very laborious, intermittent. She tried to control herself. "I just wanted to live my own life. I...I don't like your life." She stopped talking and became frightened involuntarily. The most blasphemous words were said, which were a thousand times worse than those swear words.

"The witch," said Mom softly. "The Bible says: 'You should not let the witch survive.' Your dad is working for God-"

"I don't want to talk about this," said Kelly. He always upsets her when she hears her mother talking about her father.

"I just want you to understand that things are going to change here, mom." Her eyes shone. "They'd better understand this, too."

But my mother started talking to herself again.

There was a feeling of disappointment in her throat, and a discomfort in her stomach, she went to the basement to get her clothes. It was better than a closet. That's it. It was better anywhere than a closet with a blue light and a suffocating sweat odor and her own sin. Everything. Anywhere.

She stood, hugged the fabric to her chest, closed her eyes, blocking the glimmer of light from the spider-web-shaped bulbs in the basement. Tommy Ross didn't love her; she knew that. It was a strange compensation, she could understand her intentions and react. Ever since she reached the age of reasoning, it was closely linked to the concept of confession.

He said it would go smoothly - they would promise to do it. Yes, she would promise to do it. They would better not cause trouble. They would better not. She didn't know whether her talent came from the God of Light or the God of Darkness, and now, after finally discovering that she no longer cared about where it came from, she felt an indescribable relaxation, as if a long-term burden had slipped off her shoulders.

Upstairs, my mother was still muttering words. This is no longer the Lord’s prayer, but the exorcist prayer in Deuteronomy.

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The dance party is on the 17th and there are three days left. The days before the 13th in the room were crossed out with a black marker.

At the end of every day, she crossed out the day with a thick black pen. Every day was a torture. She really wanted to cross out the days of the past like a calendar book and forget them behind her mind.

She sat blankly on the small rocking chair by the window (which she bought for herself with money). After a while, she closed her eyes and swept them all out of her mind.

———————It’s like sweeping the floor. Lift up your subconscious carpet and clean up all the garbage below. Goodbye.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dressing table.

Exercise force.

It seemed as if the spirit suddenly swelled and contracted, something bent, like a strong arm lifting a barbell.

Oh, hum.

The dressing table floated upwards, and its center of gravity had fallen outside, like hanging on an invisible wire.

Kelly narrowed her eyes into a slit. The blood vessels on her temples were pounding. The doctor might be interested in her physical condition at this time because it was not in line with the norm. Her breathing slowed down to 16 times a minute, and her blood pressure rose to 190/100. Her heartbeat accelerated to 140—more than the astronaut’s heartbeat when she was pressed by gravity during takeoff. The body temperature dropped to 30 degrees.

Her body is burning energy that is unknown from the source or where she goes. If she does an EEG, it will show that the alpha wave is no longer a wave-shaped but a peak-shaped signal of huge tooth-shaped teeth.

She carefully let the dressing table fall down.

———Very good, I could only barely let my hairpins float up a week ago.

Carrie could feel her abilities grow at geometric levels!

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Chapter completed!