Chapter 165 The sacrifice begins! An unexpected choice!
Texas.
The [Wooden House] headquarters was a bustling scene. The sewers leading to the secret base were almost filled with people, and there was no sign of any shortage of manpower.
Not only that, every member staying at the headquarters was immersed in laughter and laughter. Many people even toasted and drank together. They drank in confusion in broad daylight and laughed loudly while holding hands.
When the base door opened, what Lango saw was the scene in front of him.
"Are you having a party?"
"Yeah, every time we sacrifice to the ancient gods, our organization is the happiest."
Quagma shook his head proudly, and then noticed the complicated looks in Lango's and his group's eyes. He spread his hands and said with a smile: "Comeon (please)! We work three hundred and sixty-two days a year, just You can have fun and indulge in these three days, what’s the problem?”
"Of course. You are about to sacrifice five living people to the ancient gods. How can you laugh at such a critical moment?"
Teddy was speechless. Even a heartless teddy bear like him knew the importance of the next few days. Whether the world was destroyed or not depended on the [Wooden House], but these guys were drinking and having fun. Had a party.
This is not what a supernatural defense organization is supposed to do.
"Hey, don't be so serious, buddy." Quagma comforted him: "We have never had anything go wrong with the sacrifice matter for so many years, so don't worry."
He then looked at Lango. This kid had not said a few words since he picked him up, and he was obviously worried about something.
"What's wrong, Rango, you don't think we are a little immoral, do you?"
Lange was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips: "Don't think of me so noble, I don't have that much sense of justice."
Hearing this, Quagma sighed softly, put his arm on Rango's shoulder, and chatted while walking.
"I can understand your thoughts. When I first joined [Woodhouse], I had the same idea as you. Why should we sacrifice innocent lives to please those high gods? Why can't we take the initiative and use the power of technology to end all this? ?”
"Oh?" Lange was really surprised, "Do you really have such an idea?"
"Of course." Quagma's face was serious. "I asked my superiors at that time, couldn't I change all the five sacrifice lists to women? I think the ancient gods might be more interested in watching men fight to the death. Would you like to watch five beauties fuck each other, Giggly”
After hearing this, Lange couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He knew that the moral level of these guys should not be overestimated.
"Getting back to the subject, what my superior told me at the time was that as long as five guys who are worthless to society die every year, the world we live in can be saved. Why not do it, are you right, Lange? Quagma asked, squeezing his arm.
Lange thought for a moment, and finally shook his head slowly: "As long as I and my friends and family are not chosen, then I don't care."
"Hahaha, I knew we were the same kind of people." Quagma laughed when he heard this, and patted Lango on the back: "Damn it, it would be great if that guy Pete was here, he will definitely be very happy when he sees you so mature. Glad.”
".hehe."
Lange was speechless. In fact, for him who had a way out, the sacrifice was nothing to worry about. What really bothered him was the delicate relationship between Mavis and his family, especially Gloria.
When he took Mavis home two days ago, he happened to bump into Gloria who was going out.
Gloria's scrutinizing eyes wandered over Mavis, followed by a sneer, and then she hurriedly got into the car and prepared to leave.
Seeing this scene, with Lango's experience, how could he just let him go? He immediately grabbed her arm and prepared to explain, but how?
The girl he rejected on the Mysterious Island came across the ocean to come to New York for him. He didn't want it, but Mavis didn't come?
So the three of them stared at each other with wide eyes, but fortunately, both Mavis and Gloria knew the other's existence in their hearts, so there was no fight. things.
Not long after, it was Gloria who spoke first. She asked Lango to leave first and she wanted to talk to Mavis alone. Mavis seemed to have the same idea and nodded slightly towards him.
After a while, the window in the hall was filled with people. Not only him, but Emma, Wednesday and the minions were all crowded near the window, looking at the two women outside, as if expecting them to fight. Same.
But to everyone's expectation, not only did they not have any quarrels, but after not knowing what they talked about, they actually talked and laughed like good sisters. After a while, Gloria got in the car and went to the bar, but Mei Weiss entered the house but refused to tell her anything.
She just shyly grabbed his arm and started playing with the minions happily, and she actually knew Wednesday. The two girls with the same gothic smoky makeup were chatting happily, but Mavis didn't seem as dark as Wednesday. , after chatting for a few words, he stopped talking to her, and happily stayed at his house holding the minions and rubbing Yumi.
Thinking of this, Rango's eyes inadvertently fell on the floating magic book. Yumi was standing on it excitedly looking around, and on her cat's head, a little bat turned its head in the same rhythm as hers. Full of curiosity about the surroundings.
Yes, in addition to Teddy, these two little ones also came with him.
Mavis herself wanted to stand on his shoulders or head like before, but Yumi was very jealous of this. Every time Mavis flew up, Yumi had to rush over and squeeze with her.
It would be fine if he held Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right. What does it look like with a bat standing on the head and a cat wrapped around the neck? In the end, under Lango's insistence, Mavis compromised and stood on Yumi's head, The two little guys seemed to have found their own place and lived in harmony, which led to the scene in front of them.
Of course, let’s get back to the topic.
Lange shook his head to clear away the messy things in his mind, and then asked Quagma: "Is there really no way to appease the so-called ancient god other than sacrifice? Threats of force will not work. If so, it’s better to negotiate with him.”
Teddy on the side echoed: "Rango is right. This is the 21st century. Why should the ancient gods play sacrifices if they want to have fun? In my opinion, it is better to come to the wooden house at this time of year to do it." How about the Lord create a talk show and replace blood with laughter?”
Having said that, Teddy did not forget to improvise, "Hey, do you know what black people and pillows have in common?"
"What is it?" Lange asked in support.
“The harder you hit, the more cotton you get.”
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After hearing this, Lango immediately pursed his lips tightly and suppressed his smile. There were still many black staff in the base, and he could not show his racist side in front of these people.
Quagma pinched the back of Teddy's neck and lifted him up, "You are discriminating, man. Don't forget, I have a good brother who is black (Cleveland)." "So..." Teddy opened his arms and asked. : "Isn't this funny?"
"NO! This is too much of a horse-stepping image!" After speaking, Quagma could no longer hold back his smile and opened his mouth to laugh.
Many black people in the base were angry when they saw this scene and dared not speak out. If they dared to say anything wrong about Quagma, their wives would appear strangely in this guy's bed the next day.
Just so weird and born!
Soon, everyone followed Quagma to a room full of surveillance TVs.
When Lao Qiao saw them inside, he immediately clapped the pile of big bills in his hand excitedly, "It's a bet, guys! Are you still the same, Quagma?"
"Yeah, I bet a thousand dollars on zombies. Last year, these dirty idiots caused me to lose five hundred dollars. This time I will make double the money back."
Quagma threw a roll of bills on the table without raising his head. At this time, his eyes were all fixed on Yuumi floating in the air.
When he just went out to pick up Lango, he noticed this cute little guy.
The talking kitten, for Quagma, who is a cat slave himself, today is simply his lucky day!
He tried to caress her gently, but was given a "warning" by Yumi - she opened her small mouth and exposed her fangs, looking like a little guard.
Lango didn't pay much attention to what was happening around him. His eyes were already attracted by a whiteboard in front of him.
(From the movie "The Cabin in the Woods")
There are various types of monsters written on it like a table. Just by scanning it casually, Lango found monsters like zombies, aliens, evil spirits, demons, etc. Names, every name reveals an ominous atmosphere.
And it is worth mentioning that behind these names, the names of various staff members who participated in the betting were written with markers of other colors.
Quagmar's name is listed under the zombie column.
"What about you, Lango?" Old Qiao turned his wheelchair, his eyes flashing with excitement, "Would you like to bet on snow monsters like me? I won tens of thousands of dollars because of that guy last year!"
"Shut up, Joe, you won't have good luck twice in a row!" Quagma replied angrily.
For Lango, who knew the plot of the movie, he naturally knew what they were talking about.
Under the hut outside that was built specifically for the sacrificial ceremony, there was a deep cellar hidden.
There are various objects symbolizing the prisoners in the [Wooden House] prison. In Lango’s memory, the pair of innocent college students in the original film selected a diary that recorded the secrets of the zombie family. Thus triggering irreversible doom.
Once the prisoners are selected, they will be quietly sent to the house of death by the cabin staff through secret ways. What will greet them will be a brutal massacre broadcast live around the world.
This is one of the most important aspects of sacrificing an ancient god—selecting monsters.
Lange had no interest in this. He just casually took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and said lightly: "Then let's go to the Dark Witch Group. I hope they will be gentler."
When Lao Qiao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. While taking the banknote, he joked: "Haha, the witch group has not been out for almost ten years. Lange, prepare to waste the hundred dollars."
He happily took away the gambling money, and suddenly noticed Teddy in front of him holding a stack of bills and looking at him.
"Coven, one thousand dollars."
Lao Qiao shrugged, "OK, don't worry, if you lose, I'll treat you to a drink."
Lange looked around at the relaxed atmosphere of chatting and laughing, and couldn't help but frown. Generally speaking, when this happens in movies, an accident usually happens, so he wouldn't be so unlucky.
At this moment, the picture on the surveillance screen suddenly switched, and a luxury car slowly drove into view.
"Oh! The protagonists are here!" Lao Qiao didn't bother reminiscing with Lange and the others, and stared at the TV.
Lange looked at the familiar woman in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and looked at Quagma: "Didn't you say that the person I chose is not good?"
"LeBon is definitely not good. This guy has too many fans. If he disappears mysteriously, fans all over the world will spontaneously search for help, but the rest are pretty good."
Quagma picked up the roster on the table and introduced the selected "sacrifice" one by one: "The Loose Woman: the unscrupulous female writer Catherine. We found that many of her best-selling novels were plagiarized by others. And he also used various means to suppress the original author, and even killed an innocent bed partner with an ice pick not long ago. Damn it.”
"Idiot: Yutide Venture Capitalist Will, this guy discriminates against any race except squid. Although he is a fool, he has made a lot of poor people's money by relying on his father-in-law's relationship. Damn it."
"Smart man: Insurance company owner Martin, Will's father-in-law, is an old money man who is rich and ruthless. He relies on his personal connections to engage in power and sex transactions. He also plans to push his son-in-law Will to jail after this trip because he evades taxes. The scapegoat deserves to die.”
"Athlete: O.J. Simpson, who murdered his ex-wife and her boyfriend in the last century, but because he spent a lot of money to recruit a team of high-priced lawyers, he took advantage of legal loopholes and got away with it. Damn it."
"Virgin: Esther, the dwarf who pretended to be a little girl, was adopted by more than three families, but her adoptive parents died unexpectedly after a period of time. After our investigation, we can confirm that the murderer is her, and she was recently listed as a sacrifice The selected idiot Will was adopted from the orphanage and became connected with the other four people. Of course, the conclusion is still the same - damn! "
Quagma smiled and turned his head and said: "Lango, you see, these people we selected are either criminals or villains. Their death will only bring benefits and no harm to the world. We have spent a lot of effort to put them together." They came to Texas."
Lange shrugged when he heard this. He even brought the orphan's resentment over. What else could he say?
"I hope the sacrifice goes well."
At this time, the luxury RV on the surveillance screen was slowly driving deep into the woods, and the gloomy wooden house was quietly waiting for its new "guest".
(End of chapter)