The Chamberlain Town Police Department is located in a two-story building on the corner of Main Street. The police department is on the first floor. Usually there are only 5 police officers and 6 civilian personnel. Although it looks very small, it has a "long-lasting" history and is one of the oldest buildings in the town.

At 8 o'clock the night before the dance, in the corridor of the police station, a black male policeman was chatting with an old man wearing a ragged wallet and walking towards the office. Zhou Zhou, who was in a soul state, followed them. Neither of them noticed that there was a soul behind them.

The old man in leather jacket was carrying a (spring gun). Zhou Zhou knew from Deni's memory that the old man was named Henry Irving.

Everyone in the town called him Old Man Hendy, who owned a small private farm in North Chamberlain.

Old Man Henry is not like the old farmer with a bad temper but kind heart described in pastoral novels, but is so stingy that he is stingy. When the apple is not ripe, his shotgun never loads solid bullets, but flash guns. Last semester, he used No. 6 shotgun to hit one of Nolan's accomplices Freddy and accused Freddy of theft. Because of this, the old farmer became completely famous at Yoon Middle School.

Zhou Zhou now has a crush on the spring-fitting gun on his back (Xiao**).

Originally, Zhou Zhou came to the police station to get a handy weapon.

While watching the movie, he noticed that Carrie's mother was tall and very strong. Carrie was pushed into the closet by her mother.

It is not very realistic to rely on the poisonous insect Deni to deal with Carrie's mother with bare hands.

In order to be foolproof, Zhou Zhou felt that he should get a gun. He walked around Chamberlain Town, but he didn't find the gun shop, so he had to settle for the second best and come to the police station to look for it. Here he met Old Man Hendy.

Old Man Hendy is very old, and the flame of life that Yinxian is already fading. Zhou Zhou feels that he can possess him and get his spring-loaded gun away.

Zhou Zhou knew this kind of gun, and the killer who had nowhere to rely on in the movie was using this kind of gun.

** is used to kill animals. It doesn't look like a gun at all, but like a fire extinguisher, a large red iron bottle and a long rubber tube.

The sound made by this gun when it is activated is like opening a wine bottle. It only has a slight punch and will not attract the attention of neighbors. The most important thing is that this thing does not require special bullets. Ordinary stones can also be used.

Using this "weapon" to deal with Carrie's mother would definitely be surprised.

"Hendy, your mother's funeral was over. What happened? Did someone steal your persimmons again?" the policeman quipped, and the floor under his feet was raking as his fat body moved.

"It's worse than this. Someone killed my pig and dried its blood. I only have such a sow and I'm counting on it to give birth to a baby. I even bought the ** for the breeding pig. But now the sow is only corpses left." Old Hendy said angrily, tightening his gun belt.

"Oh? That's such a bad prank. The pig is still there? The blood is gone. Do you have a person who doubts?" the policeman frowned and pushed open the wooden door with the glass boat and entered the public office. Old Man Hendy and Zhou Zhou followed in.

There was only one policeman in the office, with a hard-edged police cap covering his face and snoring one after another.

"It must be the boys of Billy Nolan. These bastards used to steal things from my garden. Next time I see them, I must teach them a lesson..."

"Are you sure? When was it killed?"

"I was not at home yesterday when I went to the funeral. I didn't know exactly when it was. I said, aren't I going to send a CSI to the site for a check-up?"

"You have watched too many TV series. You can't tell me how can you get the CSI department in such a small police station?"

"I'll tell you when will I find the little boy who killed my pig?"

"Soon, very soon. Don't worry."

The two of them talked while chatting, and it took a while to finish the transcript. Then Old Man Hendy left with a look of dissatisfaction.

Old Man Hendy just walked out of the police station and then felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and then he knew nothing.

Zhou Zhou possessed old man Hendi and walked towards the car parked at the door of the police station and opened the door.

Zhou Zhou started the car and drove towards Kalin Street. He wanted to hide his weapon in advance.

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At 9:30 p.m., the building was empty in Youn Middle School. The night was heavy, and the parking lot was shining with a thin layer of mist.

A red Ford Mustang car drove into the parking lot. Billy and Chris walked out of the car.

They opened the back compartment cover and unlocked the refrigerator.

"It has frozen to solid." Chris frowned.

"It's OK. 22 hours are enough for it to melt." Billy replied.

Billy placed the bucket on the floor, then pulled out a few pieces of tools from the toolbox, stuffed them into his back pocket, and grabbed a brown pocket from the seat. The screws inside jingled.

He worked calmly, the kind of concentration was a relaxed concentration, because he knew no one would disturb him. Chris followed him all the time.

The gymnasium, which is about to be held, is also the school's auditorium. A small row of windows facing the parking area leads to the backstage storage room. He picked a flat tool with a spatula and inserted it into the tiny gap between the upper and lower sashes of a window. It really holds a good guy, he himself punched at Chamberlain Metal Factory. He fiddled for a while, and the lock of the window was loosened. He pushed the window up and got in.

It was very dark inside, mainly the old oily smell emitted from the background of the drama club canvas. The orchestra's music stand and instrument box were surrounded by a circle, and the thin shadows were like sentinels standing guard. A piano stood in one corner.

Billy took out a small flashlight from his bag and walked towards the stage with Chris, stepping on the red velvet curtain all the way. The floor of the gymnasium with the four sides of the basketball court was extremely smooth, and shone with a glimmer of light towards him, like an amber lagoon. He used the flashlight to illuminate the entrance of the front screen.

There, someone used chalk to draw ghostly silhouettes of the imperial crowns on the ground, and they would be placed here the next day. At that time, the entire Taiwan entrance would be decorated with paper flowers... God knows why.

He stretched his neck to let the light columns of flashlights shoot into the shadows above. The steel beams on his head were intertwined together. A short curtain blocked the steel beams and they were not visible from the venue. The curtain block also blocked the row of lights that would illuminate the murals of the phoenix tail boat at that time.

Billy turned off the flashlight and said to Chris, "You stay below." After that, he walked to the left and climbed up the iron ladder nailed to the wall. The screws in his pocket made a cheerful jingle, which looked weird and empty in the open gymnasium. Above the ladder was a small platform.

He stepped onto the beam and walked effortlessly, not afraid of falling. He hummed a popular melody silently. The dust on the beam was an inch thick, so he left a long trace of dragging. He stopped in the center, knelt down, and looked down.

Awesome. With the help of the flashlight, he could see the line drawn by the chalk on the Taiwan mouth being below, and Chris was standing on the side of the line drawing. He whistled silently.

He used × to mark the dust, calibrated the exact position, and then walked back to the platform along the steel beam. From now to the dance party, no one would come here; the lamps that crowned the murals and the empress (they would be perfectly crowned) were controlled by a compartment in the backstage. Looking directly up from below, you would be unable to open your eyes. Only when someone came to the set room to pick up things will he discover his arrangement. He didn't believe that someone would come.

He opened his brown pocket, took out a pair of Pritex rubber gloves from it and put them on, and then took out one of the two pulleys he bought yesterday. For safety reasons, he went to the hardware store in Levingston to buy it.

He held some nails in his mouth as if he was holding a cigarette and picked up a hammer. Although he was holding the nails in his mouth, he still hummed a little while fixing the pulleys to the corner thirty centimeters above the platform.

He climbed down the ladder, lifted two buckets of pig blood, and carried one bucket in each hand to help his body balance when walking on the steel beam. He had been busy for half an hour, but there was still no sign of the pig blood melting. He lifted the iron bucket and returned to the window. In the dark, his silhouette was like a farmer who had squeezed his first milk home...

He came to the place marked with x on the dust, put down the bucket, looked at the chalk mark on the table, nodded, and retreated to the platform. He thought about rubbing the outside of the bucket when he went out to get the bucket for the last time. They might have Kenny's handprints, and maybe Don and Steve's. But it would be better not to rub it.

Maybe they would be a little surprised early on Saturday morning. This thought made him curl his lips.

He put the barrel on the beam and took the hemp rope that Chris threw on it

Then, hemp rope was used to tie a loose knot on the handles of the two buckets, and each of them was tied to the screws, and then through the pulleys. Then he threw the loose rope towards the top layer and through another pulley.

He tied the rope loosely to a beam, and the hanging bucket swayed, and one or two drops of blood fell on Chris' raised face.

"There is a high possibility that Rose and that White bitch will become the next pair of the bucket; Mickey, Lucy and more than a dozen people agree to help." While Chris wiped off the blood drops beside his cheeks, he fantasized about the scene where a large bucket of blood poured on Carrie.

"Feed pig blood, it's great." Billy walked off the crossbar and thought that it would be great if this was the case. But for Billy, everyone is the same.
Chapter completed!