Elfrem Goodwinze, a professor-level expert with a high qualification in the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, continues his work in Manhattan, New York today. However, although he belongs to a national government department, his work today has nothing to do with public organizations. His trip did not even alarm any colleagues, and even his best assistant Jim is no exception.

It was already dark and the streets were filled with cars. Now it was rush hour, and it became extremely difficult to park on the roadside. Fortunately, Goodwinzer's destination was not in Manhattan. He drove in a familiar direction, heading eastward, and soon crossed the bridge and entered Brooklyn.

The styles of several districts in New York City are completely different. If Manhattan symbolizes the prosperity of the entire United States, then Brooklyn, Queens and all surrounding administrative districts are just providing accommodation for middle- and low-end earners working here.

The Brooklyn area is surrounded by old brick and tile buildings of the 1960s. Two-story buildings are closely listed like containers, and the streets are extremely well divided. Looking at the entire east, I am afraid that there will be a reasonable small place here. Queens doesn’t even have its own commercial center. Everything exists with Manhattan as the axis.

The benefit of this to Goodwenze is also very obvious, that is, after the car traffic drops sharply after he gets here, he can at least stop at will.

After another ten minutes of the journey, he finally arrived at the pawn shop at the destination that looked ordinary.

“Abraham!”

Goodwenze knocked on the iron railing door hard: "I am Goodwenze, open the door quickly, open the door quickly!"

A moment later, the bell at the door sounded, and the glass shop inside was opened first, and a hunched old man with a slightly bald head walked out. He looked at Goodwenze deeply, leaning on a crutch in his hand, and his tone was strange: "I think the notice at the door should be well written, and the door was closed early today. Professor Goodwenze, if you want to use something strange again..."

"This time it's a serious matter, Abraham, I promise you."

Goodwinze suddenly lowered the volume: "I have something on my hand, you will never believe what it is. Let me in quickly, I promise you will be eye-opening!"

Goodwinze and Abraham have been friends for many years. As a senior executive of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Goodwinze has been traveling around the world for many years and has indeed often provided Abraham with many wonderful things. The business of the pawn shop is not just about buying, but selling goods through channels is the fundamental way for them to make a living. Abraham has always refused to accept good things.

"That's how..."

He looked deep at Goodwinze's handbag and nodded, "Okay, wait, I'll get the key."

After a while, the old man walked out of the store with the key and slowly opened the lock of the iron railing. Goodwenze looked around cautiously. Although there were no suspicious elements on the street, he had the importance of things, but he was suspicious all the way.

"Okay, come in."

The old man opened the door and saw Goodwenze's nervousness: "What's the matter that makes you worry like that? As you are, even if you have a sample of smallpox virus, you won't be so scared, right? Haha, haha!"

"This is not funny, man."

Goodwinze stopped talking nonsense and hurried into the store.

Abraham's pawn shop was well-designed, which was the pleasure that a seventy-year-old Jew should have. Medieval armor, fine watches worth over 10,000 yuan, copies of heavyweight ancient books a hundred years ago, limited-edition globes produced by the British Centennial Workshop, of course, the most common ones are ordinary silverware and jewelry.

"Every time I come to you, I have to be careful."

Seeing Abraham open the door to the backstage, Goodwinze smiled bitterly and said, "I always feel that whatever I encounter will make me lose everything."

"Oh man, you know, that's just the most trivial price."

Abraham was obviously very impressed with this kind of emotion. When he entered the room, it was a larger pawnshop storage room. He pointed to a doll on a container and said, "Did you see that doll?"

It is impossible to be ignored as long as you see it. It is a doll that looks extremely like a human. It is a typical Japanese doll, but it is shaped extremely terrifyingly. The deep eye sockets, abrupt cheekbones, and a grinning smile on your teeth. I really don’t know what the producer is thinking, but the reason why the owner will pawn it off... Goodwenze can definitely think of it.

"Annabel, it is said that before being sent to me, it had experienced six bloody internal family abuses and killings, destroying the whole family..."

Abraham smiled strangely and pointed to the music box next to it: "And this one, found in a house on Rhode Island, the legend is left by a witch, a monster that can be used to summon souls. And this ghost lantern... In short, boy, if you are just worried about losing money... hehehe..."

"Okay, man, congratulations, you've scared all my hair out."

Goodwenze rolled his eyes at his old friend, put down his bag on the empty table, and his expression became serious: "What I want to show you next, I'm not just toys."

"Tsk, can you scare me?" Abraham sat opposite the table with his crutch and waved his hand impatiently: "Take out the good things quickly. If I like you, I will give you more money, hurry up!"

Goodwenze smiled coldly, then opened the bag and took out the things inside.

Two large glass bottles filled with liquid.

An internal organ the size of a fist, a typical human broken limb, floating in its own bottle.

As Goodwinze expected, Abraham gasped and glared: "You, you, you...what do you mean!?"

It was already the ability of this old Jew to not be directly scared to pee. The heart and broken limbs were simply testing the old man's own heart tolerance. But Abraham was just surprised, staring at Goodwinze with round eyes.

"Are there any knives?"

"Surely there are knives...what are you going to do?"

Goodwenze didn't talk nonsense. After taking the antique-grade silver dagger, he unscrewed the caps of the two bottles. Then, under the old man's surprised and thoughtful eyes, he cut his fingers and dripped several drops of blood into the two bottles.

The first thing that reflects the heart, it began to beat, and then the broken hand, it twitched unconsciously.

Soon, snow-white nematodes emerged from the heart and the broken hand muscles, and rushed greedily towards the gradually spreading blood like the most thirsty blood-sucking worms. The broken hand was just a simple twitch like a spasm, but looking at the heart, it started to beating happily as more and more nematodes emerged!

"This...is this!?"

The old man stood up and stared at the strange scene with his eyes wide open, thinking, but incredibly looking at Good Wenze.

"Is this...!?"

"I have some speculation."

Goodwenze was also shocked by this strange scene and his face was pale: "I don't think anyone else will have related books except you. Abraham, open your library. Although it seems to be all made up stories, I think..."

His face was extremely strange: "Maybe those myths and legends are all true."
Chapter completed!