A Good Man

Back in Mug Town, Russell first went to the construction market, bought five bags of cement, and in his garage, he poured water into them to make slurry and filled the trunk.

The first time I encountered Jason, I could kill him with bullets, though not completely, but at least it was effective. The second time, it didn't work; Jason basically ignored large-caliber bullets, even the kind imbued with Magic Power.

This gave Russell a bad feeling; before he could completely eliminate Jason, the safest way was to completely shut him down.

It's a pity the town doesn't have a steel mill, otherwise, following the example of the savior's younger brother's father would have been a good idea!

Of course, before sealing Jason off, Russell also tried using Enslavement techniques on him.

Just like Michael, the skill failed!

Perhaps the word "immunity" is more appropriate. Russell couldn't get to their souls, not because he was defeated by their strong hearts, but because Coldblood- blooded killers had no emotions and no heart at all.

Russell rushed back home to find a map to see if there were any other familiar place names nearby. The consecutive appearances of Michael and Jason gave him a bad feeling.

Michael! Jason!

Two of the four greatest serial killers in film history have appeared. Will Freddy and Leatherface be far behind?

According to Murphy's Law, the probability is extremely high, and we must be wary!

The thought of being surrounded by four murderers gave Russell a terrible headache. It was too much; he was only 18, and life's hardships shouldn't have been so cruel to a young man like him.

"Jennifer, are there any Slaughterhouse around Mug Town?" Russell looked on the map and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that there was no "Elm Street".

Jennifer thought for a moment, "There are several Slaughterhouse, which one are you referring to?"

Russell was speechless. He really didn't know how to find out who the Leatherface was. Not to mention whether the other party even existed, if they did, going door-to-door to find them would be suicidal.

Leatherface is a shut-in, a homebody who stays in his little corner of the house and never leaves the house. Let him be a quiet, handsome man!

"Ding ding ding————"

Jennifer's phone rang, and when she took it out, she saw it was her best friend, Nidi, calling. She answered the phone with a smile and started chatting with her.

Nidi first questioned Jennifer about why she didn't come to school today, and then warned Jennifer to stay away from Russell. Chap told Nidi about the Devil's Amusement Park. Although he hadn't seen any news about Deadman on TV, Chap was convinced that Russell was a murderer, and an experienced serial killer at that.

Jennifer didn't explain anything, just smiled and said she would think about it. After she hung up the phone, she turned around and betrayed Nidi and Chap, telling Russell the whole truth.

Russell didn't care much. It was normal for Chap to misunderstand him because he didn't know who Michael was. He didn't have time to explain, and it didn't matter how Chap viewed him anyway.

"Ding ding ding————"

The phone rang again. Russell was studying the map and was annoyed by the ringing. He looked at Jennifer with great displeasure.

Jennifer pointed to the phone on the table and said innocently, "Don't look at me, it's your phone."

Russell picked up his phone. The Electro was his counselor, Abbott, and it was probably related to skipping class. The World Quest had already been triggered, and a bunch of Immortal Body enemies were waiting to be dealt with. Russell didn't want to waste time on trivial matters, so he hung up the phone immediately.

A few seconds later, the other party called again, Russell had no choice but to answer, "Abbott, if I remember correctly, I have a monthly pass!"

On the phone, Abbott chuckled awkwardly and asked, "Russell, are you thinking of getting an annual pass?"

Russell: "..."

America teachers have absolutely no bottom line; in their pursuit of Franklin, they've abandoned even the most basic moral principles.

Seeing that Russell remained silent, Abbott forced himself to speak, "As I told you before, my daughter's condition is very serious, and the special medicine is very expensive, so..."

"Wait, you really have a daughter?" Russell was quite surprised. He had always thought that the sick daughter was an excuse Abbott made up to make himself look more respectable.

"What are you saying? Do I look like a bachelor?"

"Okay, how much do you need? You don't need the annual card, just consider it a loan to you." Russell said readily. Credit cards need to be paid off, and using them in the real world is too troublesome. There are no such restrictions in the mission world. Whether he will pay it back next month is another matter.

It's not that he owes money and refuses to pay it back. Russell stated that he is very reliable in terms of credit, provided that the bank can contact him; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to find a way to repay the debt.

The problem isn't with him, it's with the world!

"It costs $1,000 a bottle. My daughter's condition has worsened these past two days, and the money you used for the monthly pass has already been spent." Abbott said helplessly, everything was for his daughter.

"What kind of medicine is so expensive? You haven't been scammed, have you?"

"The effects are similar to a sedative, ensuring sufficient sleep and preventing dreams!"

Russell: "..."

Damn it, so you can trigger World Quest too!

Russell knew that the world he had transmigrated to was rather chaotic, but this was too chaotic. None of these devils' henchmen were easy to deal with. Didn't the devils worry that they would start fighting each other first?

"Russell, are you still listening?"

Russell rubbed his eyes and sighed, "I'm listening, I've always been here. Send me your account number, and I'll transfer $10,000 to you!"

"Hehe, that's too much, I'm so sorry..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You take one bottle, and the rest are all mine!"

Abbott: "..."

"If there are no problems, please send me your account number as soon as possible. Let me know when you've ordered the medicine, and I'll come pick it up!"

"This..." Abbott hesitated. "The special medicine is regulated, it must be purchased under a real name, and private sales are prohibited. I can't..."

Two bottles!

"OK, no problem at all, leave it to me. I'll personally deliver the medicine to your house," Abbott agreed readily.

"By the way, I have another question that I need you to answer." Russell picked up the map and flipped through it several times, but he still couldn't find where Elm Street was.

"Ask me any questions you may have, I promise I'll answer them all." Abbott was very polite to his benefactor.

"Was Mug Town always called Mug Town? Did it have any other names?" Russell asked tentatively. "Or... was any street in the town renamed to avoid certain things?"

Russell did not directly utter Freddy's name, as this was taboo; uttering it would drag the other person into a nightmare, ultimately torturing him to death.

Abbott's voice instantly turned incredibly somber. "Listen, Russell! I don't know where you heard these strange rumors, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that they are all fabricated. Don't believe them, and don't try to play any puzzles. Just finish your senior year of high school, and then go to the big city to live the life of a rich person, understand?"

"Beep beep beep..."

Only a dial tone remained on the phone. Abbott gave a few warnings and then hung up. Russell held the phone, suddenly feeling a pang of emotion. Abbott was a really good person, a good guy.

On the surface, Abbott is a greedy teacher who would collude with a disobedient student like Russell, who uses money to pave his way to success, all for the sake of money. But his motivation is his daughter; to earn enough money, he disregards his reputation and engages in the card-selling business.

Men who sacrifice for their families are admirable. They may have hunched backs and cunning faces, but they support their families with the backbone of ordinary people and shelter those who need them from the wind and rain.

"Russell, what are you daydreaming about?" Jennifer nudged Russell and pointed towards the backyard. Superman's senses detected the unusual noise; it was probably Michael coming to visit.

A look of disgust flashed in Russell's eyes, and he said with feeling, "I hate devils. They treat life as a game and fear and resentment as delicacies. They deserve to stay in hell for the rest of their lives."

Jennifer, tainted by the devil's aura, was unconcerned. "But the devil is born with desire; they are never the active party."

Flies don't land on eggs without cracks. The devil is indeed hateful, but those he manipulates don't deserve sympathy either. Besides, light and shadow coexist; the devil's existence is inevitable. Even an omnipotent God can only persuade people to do good, not completely eradicate the devil.

Russell rolled his eyes at Jennifer: "I understand all that you're saying, but have you ever heard this saying?"

"What?"

"Whatever the leader says is right, even if it's wrong. Now that I'm the leader, all you have to do is agree with me."

Jennifer: "..."

"What are you standing there for? Go and bring me Michael's head! Last time you said you couldn't beat him because you weren't full. Now it's time to prove yourself. Don't let me down."

Upon hearing this, Jennifer raised her hand and, with her silver eyes blazing, flew towards the back door, determined to avenge herself this time.

[Failure Diary]

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