Devil's Word

Chapter 7: Strange call

"A... a human finger" This man's voice was broken with fear, his eyes were terrified as if he wanted to come out. He crawled on his back, like he was getting away from that place.

When everyone heard it, they were dismayed and ran to the man to confirm it.

The villagers were crowded, running to make a fuss and sell the canopy, some people even fainted on the spot when they saw the scene in front of them.

On the ground was a chicken and a pool of blood as before, but there was an unexpected appearance. It was a blood-covered human finger, the severed part still showing white bones. Looks downright scary.

Everyone was whispering, no one dared to go near that place.

Emma Hatthaway saw the scene in front of her and was horrified. A pool of blood, a finger, a foot.

Only the foot is missing, and the words of the other eyeless woman are correct, it is covered in blood.

Emma Hatthaway subconsciously looked for a foot as the woman said. I am very afraid, afraid that what that person said really happened, is the horrible truth.

And her gaze landed on a human footprint, a bit odd. It sank about two inches deep, blood covering it. If you don't pay attention, you won't see it.

Emma Hatthaway almost fell to her knees, her goosebumps rising. His heart beat wildly, his limbs had no strength left. The words of the woman without eyes were true.

But Emma Hatthaway also has a doubt. Is this a human footprint? This stretch of road was made hundreds of years ago. The ground was trampled on as hard as rocks. A burly man passing through here can only leave a mark on a layer of dirt, just a breeze will wipe that leg away. But this strange thing happened, a foot sank deep into the ground. What made it sink so deep?

The whole road was smooth without a dent, but in that pool of blood there was a footprint like that. Perhaps anyone can easily notice this strangeness.

The village chief sent someone to report to the authorities. This must be handled by the government. An ordinary citizen cannot handle this. A dead chicken can be handled neatly, but when it comes to humans, villagers can't mess around.

The village reward ordered people not to go near the area, to go to the field to work, leaving the scene for the law enforcement officers to come to consider and handle. Because this is beyond his control and responsibility.

Everyone was scared and didn't dare to stay anymore, and immediately dispersed to work. Only Emma Hatthaway was still standing there, in the same place, staring at the scene.

"Emma Hatthaway hurried back to study." The village chief saw that she was still standing and urged her to go home.

"Emma Hatthaway, let's go home, why don't you just stand here and look at these abominations." Her father went to her and pulled her hand back.

She was like a lost soul going home with her parents.

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The thing about the chicken and the finger the other day seems to have not been investigated yet. There has been no new announcement from the local government.

And Emma Hatthaway's eyes are as dark as an owl these days. Every night she met that woman, she threatened her, said deadly words. Fortunately, what she said those days did not happen.

The last few nights seemed to have reached the limit of Emma Hatthaway's endurance. She was always in a state of fatigue, fear.

She walked out of her room after a night of not being able to sleep, she went to her parents' room.

Her father has been away from work for two days and has not come back. Only the mother and daughter are left at home.

"Mom, I have something to say." Emma Hatthaway stood at the foot of the bed, her mother knitting in preparation for the coming winter.

"Get ready to go to school, talk later at noon." Her mother's eyes were still on the yarn in her hand, not at her.

Emma Hatthaway herself felt that there was no point in staying. Mom didn't want to listen, so nothing she did was useless.

Emma Hatthaway wearily walked out of her mother's room. She returned to the editing room to go to school.

Her mood is currently unstable, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. Always feel fear wherever you are. She couldn't concentrate on anything at all.

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Noon.

Emma Hatthaway finished her lesson and returned home tired and unhappy.

She felt as if the briefcase on her shoulder was holding a large stone, it was as heavy as if it wanted to pull her to sit back.

"Oh, Emma Hatthaway!" A clear voice behind him sounded, accompanied by the sound of the buttons on the bag hitting each other, creating a small sound.

Emma Hatthaway, a little startled, looked back. But fortunately, the person who called her was a female classmate.

This girl often plays with her. At school, Emma Hatthaway is the best of those girls.

The girlfriend named Bella rushed over. The briefcase was almost bigger than her body. Due to running, the books in her bag were jolted and rattled. The hair machine is also fluttering with each beat.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Emma Hatthaway stopped and asked.

"Why are you going so fast?" Running to the place, Bella put her hands on her knees, trying to breathe to get more air.

"You breathe, I won't take your breath away. It's noon so I'll go quickly to go home soon. The sun has burned all human flesh." She smiled unhappily at Bella.

"I see how you've been doing lately, now I dare to ask." Once she had stabilized her breathing, Bella asked Emma Hatthaway.

"How strange is it?" Emma Hatthaway frowned slightly. She didn't quite understand Bella's question.

"You don't play with me, you don't listen to lectures. You always sit in a corner and don't play with anyone. Everyone notices, so I decided to ask you. If anything happens, you can tell us, maybe we can help you, or maybe put you in a better mood." Bella's eyes were filled with the pure worry of a seven-year-old girl.

But Emma Hatthaway was different, physically a seven-year-old child, but thinking and the things she had to endure, she was no longer a mere white seven-year-old girl.

"I'm just tired these days, I'll be fine in a few days. It's okay, don't worry too much." Emma Hatthaway chuckled.

Originally, she also wanted to say everything in her heart. But the words reached her throat and she hesitated to speak. Then, in the end, her decision was not to speak.

It's best to let bad things happen to only one person. In front of her is her best friend, a young and foolish Bella. If she knew about this, surely nothing good would come of it. Emma Hatthaway decided to keep it to herself, suffer alone, go through it alone. Not related to anyone.

"If that's the case, then take your medicine and get well soon. I have to go home." Bella smiled brightly, then ran in another direction, the one towards her house.

Emma Hatthaway watched her friend until she disappeared. In the eyes of this seven-year-old girl named Emma Hatthaway there was deep sadness and fear. This look was from a woman going through a very difficult time, not the eyes of a child.

She was standing like a statue on the side of the road under the trees when she heard the screams of her friends. They had gone home and ran out into the street to play. But she was still standing there, still carrying her bag. At this point, Emma Hatthaway was startled to realize that it was already noon but she still hadn't come home. She raised her head to look at the sky. The sun was already high in the sky. The bright light of the sun made her narrow her eyes.

Emma Hatthaway walked wearily home. Today she came home late, but her mother did not stand at the door waiting for her to come home late as usual. Emma Hatthaway immediately noticed something strange.