American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 280 They want to do something else.

Staff brought in many chairs so that the guests could sit down.

Then comes the standard charity auction process, with each item being displayed one by one.

Roy originally intended to bid on one or two inexpensive items as a token gesture, but the guests at the scene were so enthusiastic that they kept raising the bids, so he gave up.

Buying this useless stuff at a high price is only a waste of Roy's brains.

One by one, the items were snapped up by the guests, until finally the last item was the grand finale.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last item up for auction is a very famous historical artifact, with countless owners. It is said that whoever can open it can have any wish granted! It is—the Box of Mourning!"

The host went to great lengths to create an atmosphere of mystery before displaying the items for auction.

Roy was about to yawn, but he forced it back down when he heard the name.

Watfak?

Roy looked up at the exhibit and sure enough saw a square block with strange patterns.

It really is the Box of Sorrow from "Haunted Cop"!
(The Box of Grief uses the new setting)

The movie "Haunted Cop" is so famous that the image of the Hellish monk in it is very classic, and he is a horror movie villain similar to Jason Statham and Freddie Mercury.

Roy had seen several "Haunted Cop" movies, but he couldn't recall any of them being set on a luxury cruise ship.
Could it have been stitched into another movie?

Just then, Serena, who was beside him, suddenly spoke up.

"That's strange, why is Dad putting all these things up for auction?"

Upon hearing this, Roy's heart stirred. Serena seemed to know something, so he asked her about it.

"Serena, do you know what this is?"

Serena nodded.

"Of course I know about this thing! I've even seen it at home! It originally belonged to Roland Gordon, that big name in California. One day, he suddenly disappeared, and then the Gordon family started fighting over the inheritance. So, this thing eventually ended up in my dad's hands. It's said to be very cursed; almost every owner of it has mysteriously disappeared!"

That was indeed quite eerie, but Roy noticed that many guests at the scene showed expressions of interest. There are always people who are curious and want to collect such eerie things.

However, Serena's words reminded Roy of something; it wasn't the first time he had heard the name Roland Gordon.

He had heard Saltana mention the name before during the Ghost Mirror incident, and combined with an episode of the Devil's Late Show incident, Roy made a rough judgment.

This is probably the premise of the rebooted "The New Hellraiser".

According to the setting of "The New Hellraiser," Roland Gordon, the original owner of the Box of Mourning, should still be alive and have successfully fulfilled all the conditions for opening the Box of Mourning, and made a wish to the Hellish monks.

Like all those who make deals with the devil, Roland received a wish that was the exact opposite of his own.

Roland's wish was to attain eternal pleasure, while the monks of Hell took pain as pleasure, so they implanted a strange metal device into Roland's body.

The metal device sustains Roland's life while simultaneously inflicting constant pain upon him.

Who can stand this!

So, Roland set up a scheme in the movie, wanting to sacrifice six more people to get the Hell Monk to remove the metal device from his body.

This is from a movie plot. Roy's current situation seems a bit different. The Box of Mourning has ended up in Charles's hands and is being auctioned off.

I don't know what happened to Roland, or if he's already dead.

Regardless, the Hell Monk must be a special person, and Roy felt it was necessary to photograph this Box of Sorrow.

"...The starting bid for the Box of Mourning is one million US dollars, and each bid must be at least ten thousand US dollars! The bidding now officially begins!"

After the host announced the start of the auction, Roy immediately raised his paddle.

"101."

Serena looked at Roy in surprise.

"Roy, you're actually interested in this kind of weird stuff?"

"Hmm! I want to see if this thing is really that magical and can grant all wishes."

As soon as Roy put down his sign, another person raised theirs.

"105 million!"

"107 million!"

"111 million!"

The bidding was intense, and the price of the Box of Mourning quickly reached 327 million, more than tripling from the starting price.

This price is already quite high, after all, the Box of Mourning is just a somewhat famous collectible, not an antique or jewelry item.

Therefore, at this stage, the rate of price increases begins to slow down.

So Roy decided to take down the Box of Mourning in one fell swoop.

"377"

The price was increased by $50, which immediately silenced the audience.

Among the guests were many billionaires, but they couldn't afford to spend their money recklessly.

Even wealthy people will weigh the pros and cons if an item is worth far more than its value.

"377 million for the first time, 377 million for the second time, are there any other VIPs who want to raise the price? 377 million for the third time!"

Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, someone else raised the price.

"378 million!"

Generally speaking, unless there is a grudge, no one will raise the price in this situation. After all, if they were going to raise the price, they would have done so beforehand. Wealthy people usually know each other and value appearances.

Unless, of course, it's a relationship similar to that between Charles and Howard.

The voice sounded very familiar, as if I had just heard it before.

Roy and Serena turned their heads and just then saw Nate put the sign down.

This kid actually came back?

However, Nate's father, Howard, was not seen, which suggests that the Navy Captain still has some sense of shame.

Nate gave Roy a provocative look; it seemed this kid was just back to cause trouble.

The host was unaware that Nate's father had a conflict with his boss, and seeing that someone was bidding, he continued with the process.

"Is there anyone else who wants to raise the price?"

Serena was furious and seemed to want to hold up a sign to help Roy bid for the Box of Mourning, but Roy stopped her.

You can't reason with a damned devil. If Nate is determined to die, let him go.

"...378 million, sold on the third attempt! Congratulations to this young gentleman!"

Roy did not raise the bid, and Nate successfully won the Box of Mourning.

But Nate's expression wasn't good either; he just wanted to cause Roy some trouble and didn't really want the Mourning Box.

There are so many good things to do with $378 million, who would want this piece of junk?
Nate is not as financially independent as Roy.

Roy then saw Nate, with a dark expression, accept the box of grief from the host, saying that he would pay later.

Charles is certainly not afraid that Nate won't pay; in fact, it would be even better if he didn't, as he could then freely humiliate Howard in high society circles.

Howard's reputation is definitely worth more than $378 million. The charity auction ended, and it was getting late; the event was nearing its end.

As the host of the banquet, Charles was obliged to thank the guests present, as is customary.

After a series of high-sounding remarks about charity, the charity auction gala officially came to an end.

"Roy, do you have any other plans for tonight?"

Serena's face was flushed from drinking some alcohol, but Roy was sure it wasn't entirely due to the alcohol.

"Of course there is! Actually, I wasn't full yet, so I'm going to go get some more late-night snacks."

Roy had just been interrupted from eating by Nate and Howard, and he was only half full. He wouldn't be able to sleep in that state.

Serena was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

"Want more? Roy, do you have such a big appetite?"

Serena had just thought that Roy had eaten enough to feed her for several days, but she was still not full.

"Because I'm an athlete, I exercise a lot and eat a lot."

This explanation barely accounted for the issue of appetite, and Serena stopped thinking about it.

"Okay, how about we go to my room for a late-night snack? I can hire a chef to cook just for you!"

Serena definitely didn't just want to treat Roy to a late-night snack, but Roy didn't care. He was a grown man, after all.

Wait a minute! Maybe not!

If it were Andy, Roy felt like he was going to be taken advantage of.

"let's go!"

Nate held the Box of Mourning in his hand, gritting his teeth as he watched Serena affectionately pull Roy away. He really wanted to throw the metal cube in his hand on the ground.

But Nate couldn't bear to part with the Box of Mourning because he had bought it for $378 million.

If it were to break and become worthless, the strict Howard would definitely pull out his belt and teach Nate a lesson.

Nate angrily took the Box of Mourning back to his room, feeling a heart-wrenching pain at the thought that his beloved might be in someone else's arms.

What's even more painful is that Nate still can't explain to his family that he spent nearly four million dollars on a broken box.

At times like this, the only way to relieve one's frustration is to find a place to drink.

So Nate tossed the box of grief aside and went to the bar on the cruise ship to drown his sorrows.

Both Roy and Serena were drinking, but Roy and Serena seemed to be having a great time.

Of course, Serena was the main one drinking, while Roy was mainly eating.

Serena held a glass of red wine in her hand, and the more she looked at Roy's face, the more intoxicated she became. The more intoxicated she became, the more she wanted to drink, and soon she was already in a slightly tipsy state.

This situation emboldened Serena, who stretched out her foot and began to tease Roy's calf.

Roy didn't like this behavior; it really interfered with his eating, so he clamped Serena's foot between his legs.

"what!"

Serena deliberately let out a scream, biting her lip as she looked at Roy.

"Roy, aren't you full yet?"

"Almost there, just a little bit more."

"But they want to do something else!"

Roy glanced up at Serena's aroused state and, intending to help her cool down, reached under the table and started tickling her feet.

"Hahaha... Stop tickling me! I can't take it anymore!"

Serena seemed to be quite ticklish; she couldn't stand the tickling from Roy's scratching and almost crawled under the table.

"Do you know you were wrong now? Don't put your feet on other people's legs when they're eating!"

Roy gave Serena's foot a light punishment and then let go of it. It was really strange to tickle someone's foot while eating, and Roy was also afraid of getting a fungal infection in his mouth.

Serena, who was laughing so hard she was almost out of breath, leaned on the table and suddenly asked a question.

"Roy, did you sleep with Madison?"

Why are you suddenly bringing up Madison?

Roy looked at Serena strangely, but he didn't hide anything from her.

"Hmm! Do you think Madison, with her personality, would miss out on me?"

Serena already had the answer in her heart, but she was still somewhat dissatisfied after hearing Roy's reply.

"I knew it, that bitch!"

Roy became curious about the conflict between Serena and Madison, so he asked them a question.

"What conflict do you have with Madison? Perhaps I can help mediate between you."

Serena snorted coldly and did not answer Roy's question.

"how come……"

"Are you scared?"

Roy raised an eyebrow at Serena.

The name Madison seemed to irritate Serena, especially since she had drunk quite a bit that night.

"Fear? The Weyland family has never known what fear is!"

"Serena, good girl, this is good for both of us!"

In a stretch of sea far from the Santiago, a speedboat is speeding along.

The speedboat was full of burly men in full gear, except for one middle-aged woman who was dressed in business attire.

The middle-aged woman went into a wheelhouse and spoke to the man who was controlling the helm.

"Captain Finnigan, how much longer until we reach our destination?"

Finnigan answered.

"Because you keep changing your destination, at the current speed, it should take about 4 more hours to reach the target. By the way, are you tracking a ship?"

"Captain Finnigan, this is none of your business! Sometimes it's better to know less."

The middle-aged woman turned and left with a cold face, going to a dark room on the ship.

"Boss, the captain said it will take another 4 hours to reach Santiago."

A hoarse, pained voice came from the room.

"Four more hours? Tell him to speed things up! Go now!"

"Boss, I'll be right there!"

A speedboat is speeding across the sea.

Meanwhile, the distant sky was being covered by dark clouds and lightning.

(End of this chapter)