Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Chapter 128 - Plastic Doll

Chapter 128: Plastic Doll

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lauren raised her head and looked at Quinn. “What else do you want to do? Do you want to shower first or have a big meal first?”

“Hey! You still have the mood to joke at a time like this?”

While Quinn was speaking, Lauren had already opened the door.

“Sorry, sorry I offended you,” Quinn mumbled.

Quinn was dragged into the room by Lauren as he muttered something.

Lauren did not bother with Quinn. Instead, she focused on observing the room.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw a corridor, and as they reached the end of the corridor, they saw the rest of the room.

There was no one inside, and there was no furniture either. Three of the walls were empty and there was nothing hanging on them. The room was also illuminated by red lights, which made the snow-white walls glow red.

There was a long table against the last wall. In the middle of the table was a small plastic doll. Its face was stained with blood that had darkened with time.

In front of the doll, there were many tributes: apples, other fruits, chicken, fish and many snacks that children liked to eat. They all looked quite fresh; someone must have changed them regularly.

The plastic doll’s eyes were very big, and the smile on its face was very strange and creepy.

Quinn felt his goosebumps rise. He rubbed his right arm with his left hand in an attempt to suppress the goosebumps.

“This place looks too weird. Who...who would worship a doll?!” Quinn mocked silently.

Lauren let go of Quinn’s hand and walked towards the altar table. She wanted to take a closer look at what was on the table.

Quinn did not want to get close to the doll. However, he was afraid to stay in that position, so he could only follow Lauren. He narrowed his eyes and did not want to see that terrifying doll.

Lauren pinched her nose and went forward. She saw a piece of paper under the doll. There was a name written on the paper.

There was dust and some blood stains on the paper. Lauren squinted, trying to identify the words on the paper in the dim light.

“Jaxon Clendon.”

“Who is Jaxon Clendon? Do you know him?”

Lauren’s voice was still as crisp as before. In this eerie environment, her voice gave Quinn a fright.

Quinn opened his eyes slightly.

“Jaxon Clendon is another artiste in our company. Why? How do you know his name?”

“Here, it’s written here.” Lauren pointed at the yellowed piece of paper.

So Jaxon also relied on this method to get famous.

Lauren looked around but didn’t find any other information.

“Let’s go to the other rooms.”

“You’re leaving? Why didn’t you take out your talismans and stick them everywhere?”

Lauren was speechless.

It was a serious matter, but Quinn seemed to think it was like a child playing with a piece of paper.

“This is just a place for them to worship. There’s nothing supernatural about it, so it’s useless to stick it here.”

So they walked out of the room.

“Are we going to see another room? I think one is enough.”

“You are really timid! Hold my hand! I will protect you well!”

“Oh, you little brat, how can you protect me?!”

Although Quinn said so, but he still increased his hand grip strength, holding tightly to Lauren’s hand.

After walking past two or three rooms, Lauren stopped at the door of another room.

This room was no different from the previous one. The only difference was that the snacks on the table had changed.

The two of them continued to walk along the corridor. Lauren was like playing a haunted house game. She would enter whichever room she wanted to. By then, the repeated actions had numbed Quinn’s senses.

Just as the two of them turned into another corridor, Lauren suddenly stopped.

“Wait, I heard someone crying.”

“F*ck! Don’t scare me! There can’t be a child hiding in one of the rooms, right?”

Lauren shook her head.

“It’s not a child crying, it’s a cry of a woman. Come, let’s go take a look.”

“What are you looking at! Hurry up and get out! You’ve been watching for so long.”

Quinn felt like he had made up for all the horror movies he had missed when he was young.

The terrifying room, the baby with a strange smile, the cry of a woman...

Lauren did not listen to his advice and continued to walk forward.

As her hearing was more sensitive, so it was easy for her to locate the source of the cry.

As expected, it came from a room.

“Do you find this crying sound very familiar?” Lauren asked.

Although Quinn was afraid, he still listened carefully.