While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun squinted; an extremely strange atmosphere permeated the room.

It was an extremely strange and malevolent aura.

"What did she do?" Cao Kun turned to look at Annie.

Anne covered her mouth, recalling in horror, "She was at the party last night..."

She thought the pumpkin lantern was too ugly, so she blew it out.

They also kicked over a model dressed as a burlap sack doll.

She said those were all lies to children…

Cao Kun's heart skipped a beat.

Blowing out the pumpkin lantern destroyed Halloween decorations.

This led to his death.

This sounds a bit like a scene from a horror movie.

In the horror film "Don't Mess with Kids," there is such a terrifying character... Sam.

He was a short man wearing orange pajamas and a burlap sack mask.

He is the guardian of Halloween traditions and the embodiment of the holiday.

He never needs a reason to kill; the only standard is whether you broke the rules of Halloween.

For example, the pumpkin lanterns were turned off before midnight.

For example, refusing to give children candy, or making fun of Halloween.

If you disobey, he'll use a utility knife or a lollipop dagger he's bitten off...

Or, in an even crueler way, they might turn you into a decoration for the festival.

Cao Kun glanced at the mangled corpse in the bathtub and casually closed the bathroom door.

The cloying, fishy smell in the air was kept inside.

Anne Hathaway leaned against the wall, her face pale, still gagging from shock.

"Call the police."

Cao Kun walked into the living room and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.

His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Call the police?" Annie was stunned, staring wide-eyed at Cao Kun.

"But...but that monster...that killer is still outside! Aren't you going to catch it?"

"I am an exorcist, not a vigilante," Cao Kun said calmly as he sat down on the sofa.

"Sasha blew out the pumpkin lantern and kicked the traditional sign herself; this was the trouble she brought upon herself."

This land has its own rules.

If you break the rules, you must bear the consequences.

The debt is now paid off, and the man is dead. The rest is the Los Angeles Police Department's responsibility.

Anne Hathaway was somewhat bewildered: "But...but it's evil! It killed Sasha!"

"In its view, Sasha was the evil one. She desecrated the festival."

Cao Kun lit a cigarette, and the smoke slowly spread through the living room. "I'll say it again, call the police."

Treat this as a case of a deranged murder.

Don't mention Halloween in front of the police, or they'll send you to a mental hospital.

Anne thought about it and nodded, then asked, "Will it...will it come looking for me?"

I just went into that bathroom, and I saw those blood-written words.

Cao Kun glanced at her: "Did you blow out the light?"

Annie shook her head frantically: "No! I stayed home all night, I didn't even leave the house!"

"Then what are you worried about?"

Cao Kun said, "As long as you follow Halloween traditions, you'll be safe."

After listening to Cao Kun's words, Anne Hathaway finally calmed down a little.

"From now on... I will never attend any more costume parties."

Anne said, "Especially for Halloween, I'll fill the house with jack-o'-lanterns and prepare a hundred pounds of candy; nobody will let me out!"

Cao Kun smiled and stood up: "Then you will become the most popular female star among children."

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached the apartment building.

Cao Kun looked at Molly: "When the police arrive, say what I taught you: I'm leaving now."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Cao." Molly nodded repeatedly.

Cao Kun pushed open the door and went down the stairs.

As he passed the corner on the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

A small figure wearing an orange onesie and a round burlap sack mask is sitting quietly on the stair railing.

He held in his hand a lollipop dagger with sharp, angular edges.

He was carving something on the wooden handrail, one stroke at a time.

The two large, button-like eyes beneath the mask were staring intently at Cao Kun.

Cao Kun flipped his hand, took out a piece of chocolate, and casually tossed it over.

The little guy leaped nimbly and caught the chocolate steadily in mid-air.

It looked at the chocolate, then at Cao Kun, and tilted its head.

He let out a very faint laugh, like air leaking from his throat.

Immediately, it jumped off the handrail, its figure flashed, and it disappeared into the shadows of the wall.

"Things with rules are always easier to deal with than those without."

Cao Kun muttered something to himself and strode out of the apartment building.

As for the little pumpkin head, he wasn't prepared to deal with it.

Anyway, it's not worth much merit.

Keeping it can also help deal with some restless individuals.

………………

For the next week, the entire city of Los Angeles was gripped by fear and unease over the "pumpkin lantern murder case."

Police offered a $50,000 reward for information, but no fingerprints or hair were found at the crime scene except for Sasha's body.

Even the pumpkin seeds on the corpse could not be identified by the forensic examiner as originating from.

At that moment, Cao Kun received a call from Rachel.

"Damn, the preview screening of 'Walking with Song' has ended."

The critics are going crazy; they're saying I'm the top contender for Best Actress at this year's Oscars.

Cao Kun laughed and said, "Oscars aren't that easy to come by, but I believe in you."

On a Beverly Hills afternoon, Cao Kun sat in a rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was holding a thick copy of The Hollywood Reporter.

"Master, 20th Century Fox has officially launched its Oscar campaign."

Chris's figure appeared from behind.

She was wearing a professional black suit today, and was holding several freshly printed GG samples.

Cao Kun raised an eyebrow: "You've moved pretty quickly."

In Hollywood, Oscar PR is a Machiavellian art worth tens of millions of dollars.

Every year starting in November, major film studios invest huge sums of money.

They bombarded industry publications like Variety and The Hollywood Reporter with tributes to GG.

In addition to the overwhelming amount of GG (Goblin) content, the production company also organizes numerous private screenings.

The more than 6,000 Oscar voters, whose average age is over 60, were invited to watch the film.

Cocktail parties, customized gifts, and even lobbying firms are used to find out the judges' preferences.

In this industry, acting skills determine whether you get a ticket to the game.

Public relations, on the other hand, determines whether you can ultimately win that Oscar.

Weinstein was the best at public relations.

This guy, with his brilliant public relations skills, stormed through the Oscars and won many golden statuettes.

Some Academy judges have openly mocked the Oscars, asking if it's their personal property.

That's precisely because he's such a public relations whiz.

Plenty of female celebrities are willing to climb into his bed.

He even tattooed his name on his buttocks.

"Monica messaged me saying that Rachel has recently attended no fewer than ten judges' luncheons."

Chris covered her mouth and chuckled, "Those old men were full of praise for Rachel's singing voice and explosive power in the movie."

Cao Kun closed the newspaper and said calmly, "Keep a close eye on them. If anyone dares to use force, teach them a lesson."

If the trajectory is incorrect, please help correct it.

Chris's smile widened: "This is a piece of cake for me."