I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

Inside a quiet restaurant on Vermont Avenue in Los Angeles.

Fred, the host of Hell's Morning Show, has just finished a Halloween party with his friends.

Fred's friend, who was walking out of the restaurant with him, suddenly asked:

"Fred, is your phone off?"

Fred took out his phone and glanced at it, puzzled.

He frowned, puzzled, and asked:

"No, why do you ask?"

My friend shrugged and said:

"Williamson just asked me where you were, saying he couldn't get through to you on the phone."

Fred shook his head indifferently:

"What could he possibly have to do with, a fired guy?"

He then waved goodbye to his friends and prepared to go home.

Fred, slightly tipsy, was contemplating whether he should drive back.

After hesitating for a moment, he still walked towards the underground parking lot.

The United States has a unique system for determining drunk driving; it doesn't mean you can't drive just because you've been drinking.

Instead, they first need to verify their level of alertness through a series of actions such as balance tests and walking in a straight line.

A breathalyzer test is only used when someone is extremely drunk.

Fred clearly didn't think he was drunk.

I'm getting ready to drive home myself.

He was wearing a jacket when he arrived, and he still felt a bit stuffy.

But I don't know why,

Fred felt a chill as he stepped into the underground parking lot.

He shook the coat he was carrying and put it on.

He muttered a curse under his breath:

"What's with this crazy weather? Is a cold wave coming?"

Fred rubbed his arms and walked toward his car.

The underground parking lot was completely empty at the time.

The ceiling lights seemed to be short-circuited, flickering on and off.

As a gust of cold wind blew by, Fred shuddered.

Looking at the slightly eerie atmosphere around me, I suddenly sobered up a bit.

"Damn it, could it be that we've run into something dirty?"

Fred warily scanned his surroundings.

Terrified, he ran to his car.

'Bang!'

He only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he got into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Phew...it's time for a career change. I'm always scaring myself..."

Fred smiled and shook his head.

He then subconsciously reached out to adjust the rearview mirror.

But as Fred's gaze moved upwards, he suddenly realized...

A deathly pale face was reflected in the rearview mirror!

Fred's heart jumped into his throat.

He widened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at the back seat of his car.

They discovered that a pale-faced clown was sitting there!

The clown tilted his head, winked playfully, and curled up the corners of his dark mouth.

"My God—!"

Fred cried out in surprise.

He reacted quickly and tried to open the car door and escape.

But when he turned his gaze to the outside of the car window,

But then he saw a huge pumpkin head pressed against his car window.

A glimmer of light actually emanated from the hollow eyes of that pumpkin head.

It was as if a devil had winked at him.

"ah--!"

Fred screamed in fright, his body involuntarily arching backward.

The next moment, the clown used a fishing line to tightly strangle Fred's neck.

The strong fishing line was deeply embedded in Fred's neck.

A bloody gash appeared on his skin in the blink of an eye.

Warm liquid slowly flowed down Fred's neck and into his collar.

Fred struggled painfully, his hands reaching out to grab the clown repeatedly.

But the clown felt no pain at all.

He just grinned silently, relishing the fear Fred instilled in him.

At this moment, the pumpkin head outside the car door was slowly lifted up.

An Asian face was revealed that Fred would never forget.

What is he doing here!

Fred stretched out his hand in terror, pointing at the people outside the window, but he couldn't utter a word.

Li Yuan smiled and waved to him, murmuring:

"Bye, you won't be walking alone tonight."

"Ho—!"

Fred's eyes bulged out, and he whimpered and fell silent.

The clown behind him nervously stuck his fingers under Fred's nose.

A moment later, he nodded with a satisfied expression.

"Alright, hurry up and come out, let's go find the next one."

Li Yuan knocked on the car door and reminded him:

"Time is tight, we need to speed things up."

Upon hearing Li Yuan's urging, the clown immediately ran out the door like a lackey.

Following behind Li Yuan, they slowly left the underground parking lot...

Inside a dimly lit bar.

The languid jazz music, mixed with the aroma of alcohol, flowed through every inch of the bar's air.

Cole, a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, is flirting with Wendy, an intern who has just joined the newspaper, in a bar booth.

Cole stared at the young woman in front of him with a dazed look in his eyes:

"Your eyes are so captivating. I haven't drunk much tonight, but I already feel a little tipsy."

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Cole."

Wendy suppressed her discomfort and asked with a smile:

"But about my promotion..."

"Don't worry, Wendy, I'll do my best."

Cole winked at Wendy with a cheerful expression.

He was in a good mood after recently receiving a windfall.

Little did he expect that the intern he had already set his sights on would also be climbing into his bed tonight.

Thinking of this, Cole glanced down at the time and whispered to Wendy:

"It's getting late, I'm going to the restroom. We'll talk somewhere else when I get back."

Wendy nodded nervously.

Watching Cole's departing figure, she, who was not a graduate of a prestigious university but was very ambitious,

He could only console himself with the following:

"This is only temporary. Once I climb up, I can get rid of him..."

Whistling, Cole pushed open the bathroom door.

Arriving at the urinal, he unzipped his pants to prepare to relieve himself.

"Squeak—"

The bathroom door was slowly pushed open.

Cole didn't pay any attention and continued whistling happily as he released the water.

He's already planning what position to use tonight.

"Crack, crack."

Two footsteps slowly approached Cole from behind.

Then they stood on either side of him.

Cole whistled and glanced at it curiously.

"Hmm!"

Seeing the clown makeup around him, Cole was so startled he almost peed his pants...

The clown slowly turned his head and smiled at Cole with a "kind" expression.

Cole gave an awkward laugh, then joked:

"The makeup... is not bad."

He turned his head to look at the pumpkin head, thinking to himself:

"This one's alright, not too scary."

But then he looked at the guy who had let the other person off the hook.

She couldn't help but purse her lips in jealousy.

Cole shook himself, ready to pull up his pants and leave the bar to enjoy the perfect Halloween.

Suddenly, the clown behind him reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Cole turned around, completely bewildered, and saw below the clown...

Surprisingly, what gushed out was bright red blood!

"Holy crap, buddy, you think you need to go to the hospital!"

Cole stepped back in surprise, bumping right into Pumpkin Head.

Pumpkin Head said in a deep voice:

"How much kickback did the church give you?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Cole was startled.

When he turned his head to look at the pumpkin head,

The pumpkin headgear had been removed, revealing Li Yuan's face.

"Bullshit!"

Upon seeing Li Yuan's face, Colton immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He assumed Li Yuan was just there to cause trouble, and asked in a contemptuous tone:

Do you have any comments on my article?

"no."

Li Yuan didn't care about her attitude, he just chuckled and shook his head:

"You wrote very well; Hell needs talent like you."

But before Cole could figure out what Li Yuan meant, he was still in the dark.

A gleaming, sharp knife suddenly pierced through his lower back!

Cole was horrified to discover that a blood-stained blade tip was protruding from his lower abdomen.

The Joker covered Cole's mouth, stuck his head in, and revealed a mocking smile.

He pointed to the blood seeping from Cole's body and gestured wildly at Li Yuan:

"Look, he's urinating blood too!"