Chapter 42: "You're the Weakest Doll I've Ever Seen"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck!!!"
Inside the secret chamber, Rango rubbed his hands, which had just been holding the object, vigorously on his clothes, no longer caring whether his curses would wake the others.
Right now, all he wanted was to drag that old bastard Kane out and give him a good beating.
How could you even find this thing?!
And that Mrs. Caroline too, calling this a gem?!
It's radioactive!
This family is just too messed up!
This is far more terrifying than he had previously imagined—something like a gift from the devil or a treasure from hell.
"No, I can't stay here any longer."
Looking around at the paintings and jewels, Rango couldn't help but hold his breath.
They had been with that fist-sized piece of plutonium-239 for at least decades. Although he wasn't a physics expert, he knew that the energy produced by radioactive metals could alter the elements of surrounding objects, producing radioactive substances.
These things needed to be gotten rid of as soon as possible.
With that thought, he rushed out of the secret chamber without hesitation.
He always felt like every second he stayed in there was a ten-year shortening of his life.
Back in the corridor, the plutonium-239 glowed a glaring blue in the dim corner.
Rango thought for a moment, then grabbed a broom and pushed it back into the secret room.
Maybe if a suitable containment method came up later, taking it with him might be useful.
Come to think of it, this did explain why so many strange things had happened in the mansion.
And the caretaker's deformed little hand was very likely caused by radiation exposure.
That guy was really tough, surviving so many years in this place.
In the kitchen, Rango lathered his hands with soap and scrubbed them carefully. Although soap probably didn't help with radiation, he just needed some peace of mind.
Fortunately, he only touched it for a few seconds before throwing it away, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
After calming himself down, Rango headed straight for the mansion's basement.
According to the original story from Scary Movie 2, Kane's lover's ghost was hiding down there.
At this moment, in the basement...
In a room filled with surveillance monitors, Professor Oldman stared intently at the screen, his brow furrowed. "Where did that guy named Rango go?"
"How come he disappeared around the corner, and then reappeared a few minutes later?"
A disabled scientist nicknamed "The Professor" rolled his wheelchair over, glanced at the screen, and after a moment's thought, said seriously, "Is it possible that he couldn't find a bathroom, so he just found a secluded corner to relieve himself?"
"Hmm, that possibility can't be ruled out."
Professor Oldman nodded in realization, then said unhappily, "If I'd known this guy was so popular, I shouldn't have agreed to let him participate."
"Did you see Tori's expression at dinner? Do you believe that if no one was around, they would have started going at it right there at the table!"
"Fuck, he stole the girl I had my eye on!"
Hearing his complaint, The Professor cautiously glanced at this guy whose lechery rivaled that of the mansion owner, Kane.
He'd heard that the man had used his position at the university to threaten and seduce dozens of female college students; now it seemed the number was only higher.
He coughed lightly, bringing the matter back to the main point.
"Professor, I must solemnly remind you that in the last half hour, my equipment detected that the paranormal energy in the entire mansion has far exceeded the safety limit."
He pointed to a device on the table resembling a radar detector, several points of light on it flickering wildly.
"If this continues, the ghosts in the house will only become more and more aggressive. I strongly recommend that this experiment be stopped!"
However, the professor remained unmoved, angrily rejecting his request. "Do you think we're playing around? Stop the experiment? Let me tell you, when to stop is up to me!"
"Think about it," the professor said, putting his arm around The Professor's shoulder, his face enticing, "if we can prove that ghosts really exist, what an incredible achievement that would be!"
"I could win the Nobel Prize, and you, my buddy, would receive a $2,000 research grant from the university as a reward!"
"Are you willing to give that up so easily?"
Hearing this, The Professor was instantly energized, about to pledge his loyalty, when Rango's interruption came from the doorway.
"Wait, wait!"
Rango pushed open the door, carrying a trembling skull with its teeth chattering. He looked at the two men with a complicated expression.
Pointing at Professor Oldman, he asked, "So, you can win a Nobel Prize, but The Professor only gets a research grant, and only two thousand bucks at that?"
The atmosphere in the room instantly became awkward. The professor, startled, questioned, "How did you find this place? And what are you holding?!"
"The basement doors were wide open; it would be strange not to find it. As for this..."
Rango glanced at the skull in his hand, its teeth chattering in terror.
He had dealt with this thing casually when he entered the basement—a slow-moving skeleton with no special abilities.
Rango casually broke and crushed all the bones except the skull, and seeing that it only provided a tiny bit of system progress,
he decided to stop killing it and take the skull home as a souvenir.
"Just a little skeleton, nothing serious."
He then leaned closer to The Professor and instructed him, "Use your device to show me where the other ghosts in the mansion are hiding."
"Huh? Oh!"
The Professor stared blankly at the skull in Rango's hand, then immediately adjusted the device and reported the locations of all the remaining ghosts in the mansion.
Rango nodded his thanks, and just as he was about to leave, his gaze was drawn to a toy gun-like weapon on the table.
"This is a spectral disruptor I developed to deal with spirits. It fires energy-concentrating bullets that can damage ghosts," The Professor explained directly.
"Is that so? Sounds good."
Rango nodded, then tucked it into his waistband and tossed the skull on the table.
"Keep an eye on this thing, or I'll break your legs!"
After saying that, Rango put on his brass knuckles and rushed into the depths of the basement following the location The Professor had just given him.
Inside the room, The Professor secretly glanced at Professor Oldman standing beside him, and couldn't help but feel relieved.
Fortunately, his legs were already broken.
It's worth mentioning that the basement beneath the mansion was enormous.
Rango wandered around for a long time, but still couldn't find the storage room where the mistress's ghost was hiding.
The basement was very dark; he cautiously pressed himself against the walls, flashlight in hand, carefully exploring.
Soon after, he saw a locked room at the end and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was genuinely worried that if he arrived too late, the ghost would escape before he found it.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm.
This was the system warning him.
A look of alarm appeared in Rango's eyes, but he continued walking forward nonchalantly.
As he rounded a corner, a dark figure appeared behind him.
Then, a transparent plastic bag suddenly fell from above, like an impenetrable net, instantly wrapping tightly around his head!
With the contraction of the plastic bag, a suffocating sense of crisis washed over him!
"Hahaha~"
In the darkness, the clown doll he had seen in the corridor earlier, clutching the plastic bag tightly, laughed maniacally—just like Chucky from Child's Play.
It seemed he had already anticipated the man before him would suffocate to death soon.
However, in the next second, Rango easily ripped open the bag covering his face with both hands.
He turned speechlessly to the bewildered clown.
"Seriously???"
"A plastic bag? You think you can kill me with this?"
Holding the easily torn plastic bag, he mocked,
"You're the weakest killer doll I've ever seen!"
(End of Chapter)
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