Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"This is Abdinadel's Little Classroom."

"The following content will be explained to you by Abdinadir."

In the dark forest, a group of seven or eight people are running wildly. Among them are politically correct black brothers, blond American hot girls, well-dressed lawyer men, and petite and hot Jewish sweet girls.

Oh, and there seems to be a Dwayne Johnson that shouldn't be in the range of normal humans, and his children.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself."

"I'm Abdin Nader, Arab, and that's probably why I'm often ignored."

"Abdi! Nader!"

Next to him, Britta Perry, an American hottie who was running wildly and overtaking Abti, yelled at him frantically as he passed by him.

"You don't have to! Again! Talk to the fourth wall that doesn't exist!"

"We have no audience!"

"It's not making a movie either!"

"It's running for life ah ah ah ah!"

The unfinished words were accompanied by a series of screams, because several strange-shaped arrows flew from behind, although crude and deformed, they were deadly enough.

This is a good thing done by the group of deformed monsters chasing after them.

Britta screamed, clutching her ass and running as fast as she could.

Good news, they won't die until their health is exhausted. Bad news, Britta thinks, if she is shot in the heart by the group of monsters behind like Jewish sweet girl Anne Edison, it would be better to die on the spot Woolen cloth!

"Women are trouble, huh?"

Abdi spread his hands and shrugged funnyly.

"Let's get down to business."

He turned the camera around and instantly zoomed in on the group of monsters behind him. The frame was frozen, running at the front, and the four deformed monsters holding crude bows and arrows were zoomed in close-up.

"Yes, we are being hunted down by a group of deformed monsters."

"Like in a classic horror movie shot."

"but!"

"Unlike traditional horror movies, what we are facing is not just one kind of monster, but a group of monsters!"

After the voice fell, the screen was reversed, and several close-ups circled all the monsters behind them, and finally, a poster in the shape of a scrapbook was formed.

In the upper left corner are the four deformed monsters with bows and arrows, coming from Interstate 331, a fatal bend.

Below them are three guys who look exactly like them. They come from a valley, and the other side of the valley is an abandoned nuclear test base. They often look across the valley to the road outside the valley.

Next to these guys is a group of members who seem to be inferior circuses. The leader is a middle-aged fat man who doesn't even apply clown makeup very professionally. They live in a wooden house on the outskirts of a certain town. There are ninety-nine corpses, and there is only one more, which is the House of Thousand Corpses.

Next to him is a guy wearing a mask and wearing black clothes. He hides his head and shows his tail. At first glance, he looks like a dead house type. Maybe he still likes to watch horror movies, and then calls to ask others if he likes watching horror movies.

There was a mask on him too, a hockey mask, but it must have been a bench, because he was too big, and this wasn't football.

Next to the masked man was still a masked man, and this guy looked featureless, and the white mask was flat and crude, but he seemed to glow white under the moonlight.

And in the middle of this group of guys, there is a guy with steel needles all over his head. I don't know if he is a Frankenstein or a weird guy who has become a brain wave emitter.

But whatever he is, he's certainly not simple.

Because he occupies the c position and is the most famous.

"Abdi, can you speak without this narrator-like voice?"

"Also, you should run faster, you will be overtaken."

Jeff Wenger, a well-dressed male lawyer, reminded Abti in a helpless tone.

"Oh, you're right!"

Abdi glanced back, and found that the masked dead man was about to catch up to him, and he was holding a knife excitedly.

He hastened to speed up.

However, in the process of accelerating, he did not forget to move out a blackboard again, took out the pointer, and continued to explain.

"To sum up, we have encountered three types of murderers!"

"The first type, country bumpkin!"

"There's a huge genre in the horror genre, the hillbilly horror, which tends to take place in remote corners of remote towns, isolated from the rest of the world, and a family that lives in every sense of the word."

"Specific features, they are often dispatched in groups, often have deformed appearance, bloodthirsty, and extremely cruel methods!"

"The second type is the masked killer."

"This is the most classic type of horror film. Wearing a mask, everyone can be a demon. They all have a tragic or damned life experience. The psychology is constantly twisted and eventually degenerates."

"Characteristics, most of them have only one person, they like to fight at home, they are elusive, and they like to hunt for strange ways of killing."

"The third type is a murderer with unknown meaning!"

"This is the scariest kind of horror film. Before the whole story is revealed, no one knows what its truth is like, and no one knows what its origin is. It, even the horror itself."

"The characteristic is that they often have extraordinary fighting power, and they may even be ghosts and visitors from hell."

"Excellent summary!"

Jeff ran beside, clapping his hands exaggeratedly.

"But it doesn't help where we are right now."

"Actually! There's still a little bit!"

Running at the front, he seemed to be the leader of everyone, with unusually strong chest muscles, and a middle-aged man with a big bald head, Hank, turned around, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"At least let us maintain an optimistic attitude."

"You know, when I was in the Marine Corps, I used to tell my taxis..."

"My God!"

Beside, Hank's son Sean helplessly covered his head, his stepfather was about to start advocating his military career again.

"look!"

Luckily, Jewish sweetie Annie interrupts him just in time with good news.

"There's a light there!"

Several people immediately turned around and ran towards the place with lights, and soon, they could clearly see the buildings still burning with lights in this dim forest.

It was a huge playground.

"very good."

Abdi said seriously.

"Now we have a fourth element of horror."

"That's the hidden murderer that exists in all kinds of scary buildings such as playgrounds, haunted houses, and abandoned lakeside cabins!"