Three Types of People You Should Never Mess With
Sawyer Manor.
Heather opened the large iron gate outside, drove along the road, and came to a beautiful house. After looking around for a while, she took out her keychain and opened the door.
inside the house.
The decoration is very exquisite.
In the past, Heather would have been very surprised.
But at this moment, she had no interest in appreciating the tour and went straight to the entrance of the basement wine cellar.
Instead of immediately taking out the largest key to open the door, he grabbed a baseball bat and banged on the large iron gate.
Knock knock knock!
"Jeb, I am your cousin."
Knock knock knock!
"Jeb, I am your cousin."
Knock knock knock!
"Jeb, I am your cousin."
They knocked on the door and called out.
She heard from the old lawyer that her cousin only had the mental capacity of an eight-year-old, and that he only knew of her existence but had never met her. She was afraid that he might not recognize her and would launch a surprise attack.
Adam took her to see many horror movies, including one that was very similar to the one in the film.
The serial killer in that movie also liked to use chainsaws. He would just appear out of nowhere and start using his chainsaw without saying a word.
That style of sawing without uttering a word is truly frightening.
Therefore, prioritizing safety, she used the method Adam sometimes liked to repeatedly knock on the door to first identify herself and give her cousin inside time to react, so as not to cause any accidents.
After banging and shouting for a long time, Heather finally heard some movement inside.
Knock knock knock!
"Ha!"
There was a knocking sound and heavy breathing from inside.
"Jeb, I'm your cousin, can you hear me?"
Heather confirmed.
Thump!
A muffled knock on the door seemed to be an answer.
"Now I'm going to open the door."
Heather took out her key, turned the doorknob, and the instant she unlocked the door, she turned around and walked to the top of the stairs. Standing some distance away from her brother, she called out, "Jeb, the door's open. You can come out now."
Creak.
The door to the underground wine cellar was pulled open, and a huge figure emerged, carrying a massive chainsaw.
Heather's beautiful blue eyes narrowed as she saw that the face of this enormous figure was not a normal human face at all, but rather a rough patch of skin sewn together, revealing only the eyes, nose, and mouth, which was terrifying.
"Jeb, I am your cousin Edith."
Heather stared nervously at the Leatherface, then reached out and pulled out the family necklace pendant her grandmother had left her from her chest.
Leatherface stared intently at the pendant, then at Heather, before putting down the chainsaw he had raised and slowly walking back into the underground wine cellar.
"Call."
Heather let out a heavy sigh of relief, realizing that her terrifying cousin must have accepted her.
For a moment, there was even a touch of warmth.
Heather stood there for a while, and seeing that her cousin had no intention of returning to Masaw, she finally went downstairs.
Upon entering, under the dim light, large boxes of liquor were casually placed. Then she saw a large iron gate, and an empty plate lay on the ground in front of the door, which must be her cousin's residence.
A corridor extends inward.
Heather continued walking inside and came to a large room filled with slaughtering equipment, clearly a small slaughterhouse. A huge chainsaw was placed on a table, with several other spare chainsaws next to it.
Her cousin Jeb stood there, glanced at her, and then ignored her.
"Jeb, do you know that Grandma has passed away?"
Heather said cautiously.
Jeb glanced at her again, then strode heavily toward her.
Heather's heart pounded, but this time, she didn't walk away; instead, she bravely looked him straight in the eye.
He was her only blood relative, and given their previously good interactions, she was willing to take the risk.
Clearly, her cousin had no intention of playing tricks on her; he simply walked past her and headed upstairs.
Heather was taken aback, then guessed what was going on and quickly followed.
In the master bedroom.
An elderly woman, dressed in fine clothes, lay on the sofa; she had been dead for some time.
Heather reached out and covered her mouth.
"Cousin, we should give Grandma a proper burial."
Jeb, the Leatherface, stood there. Upon hearing Heather's words, he stepped forward, picked up his dead grandmother with both hands, and walked outside.
"Wait, we're not ready yet."
Heather tried to call out to Leatherface, Leatherface ignored her and just walked outside.
Heather had no choice but to follow them out. When they arrived at the family cemetery, they found a new grave already dug and a coffin placed inside.
Next to it was a row of tombstones, all dated August 19.
Heather looked sadly at the tombstones, all of which belonged to her relatives. Perhaps some of them were guilty, even heinous, but she could not accept this kind of revenge that wiped out her entire family.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Heather stepped forward to help the Leatherface bury their grandmother.
They should have hired a mortician to prepare the dowry and then held a funeral, but given the circumstances of the Sawyer family, it's best to keep everything simple.
This must have been her grandmother's idea, otherwise she wouldn't have prepared the coffin in advance.
The main force behind the attack was Leatherface, because he was tall, strong, and powerful.
After burying her, the Leatherface glanced at her, then turned and left.
"Cousin, wait a minute."
Heather called out to him, "Now that Grandma has passed away, I'm your family now. I'll take care of you just like Grandma did."
The Leatherface and stood there, motionless.
Heather's heart stirred, and she stepped forward, walking past him toward the manor.
Leatherface followed closely behind Heather.
Back at the manor, Heather began to tour the large house.
The house is really well decorated.
"Cousin, are you aware of our family's enemies?"
After walking around for a while, Heather looked at Leatherface again.
The Leatherface nodded and strode towards the underground wine cellar.
Heather quickly followed.
After Leatherface opened the large iron gate, Heather followed him inside and saw a photo on the wall. It showed many people standing on a pile of ruins. Some were crouching on car roofs holding chainsaws, some were holding guns and laughing madly, and one was holding a severed leg and looking very proud.
Many people were holding bottles of alcohol, treating it like a grand party.
What made her even angrier was that her adoptive parents were prominently featured in the corner of the photo.
After keeping her Leatherface cousin locked in the underground wine cellar, Heather returned upstairs. While tidying up her grandmother's room, she discovered a secret room containing not only more detailed information but also a string of firearms.
All kinds of firearms and ammunition, including shotguns, pistols, and rifles, are available.
He's definitely a good resident of Texas.
Come to think of it, she's just an old woman living in such a big and remote place. Without certain means, how could she protect herself?
Fortunately, Texas is like the Jianghu of the East Country, where the three most dangerous people are the elderly, women, and children, and Heather's grandmother fits two of those categories.
Otherwise, it wouldn't just be graffiti and insults on the walls of the manor's outer gate; thieves and even robbers would have come knocking directly on the door.
There's a joke about a really dangerous criminal who came to Texas from another state. Before he could even lay his hands on a Texas woman, she pulled out a big gun from somewhere and shot him dead.
Then it was dealt with quickly.
While other states were still gripped by fear over this criminal, after a period of time when he disappeared, they assumed he had given up and the case remained unsolved.
This is Texas, a place known for its simple and honest people.