Chapter 361 Frank's Death

In front of Frank, a short bald man with gray hair, pointed nose, watery eyes, and fear and worry on his face.

"Invite him in, your courtesy, Wormtail."

The cold and terrible sound came from an old armchair in front of the fireplace.

Frank could not see the speaker, the twelve-foot-long giant snake, winding its way on the shabby carpet in front of the fireplace. Like a winding and twisting Roshan, hideous and terrifying.

Wormtail let Frank into the room, and Frank trembling, leaning on his cane, limped into the threshold.

The beating fire casts long shadows on the wall, black, flashing shadows, mottled ghost images and spider webs, like demons and mythical creatures.

No one could be seen behind the armchair. The man seemed to be shorter than his servant, and the chair completely covered the figure.

"What Muggle did you hear?" the cold and terrible voice asked

"What do you call me." Facing the moment of life and death, Frank had the courage instead, just like the artillery fire on the commander, he could no longer avoid it.

"I call you a Muggle," said the cold voice, "this means you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what a wizard is," Frank became calmer and calmer, as if facing gunfire, putting everything aside. "I heard, and what I heard was enough to interest the police. You killed people, and you want to plan to kill more people. I want to tell you."

He said with a thought, "My wife is waiting for me to go back, if I don't go back--"

"No wife," the cold voice said slowly, "You are a lonely man, no one knows you are here, no one cares where you go, Muggle, don't talk to the great Voldemort, I know everything, everything. know....."

"It's not ashamed," Frank interrupted him roughly, and said, "A big man, isn't it? What about your manner, why not turn around like a man."

"Because I am not a human, Muggle." The cold, terrible voice whispered.

"I'm much better than people, but...well, I can face you, Wormtail, come over, turn my chair around, let him see me."

Wormtail let out a whimper, as if being ordered something terrible.

"Did you hear my order, Wormtail." The cold and terrible voice shrieked.

Wormtail frowned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was to get close to his master.

With a reluctant expression on his face, he walked into the coiled carpet of the giant snake. He slowly moved over and began to turn the armchair. With the chair legs rubbing on the carpet, the giant snake raised its huge terrifying triangular head, and his forked tongue made a hissing sound.

Now Frank was facing the chair, and he saw the horrible thing in the chair. The crutch that he had held like a life before fell to the ground with a snap.

He opened his mouth wide and screamed in a miserable voice that he couldn't believe he could not even discern.

The monster in the chair raised a stick and said something in his mouth. Then, he would never hear. A green light flashed, and a whistling sound sounded.

Frank Bryce seemed to be drawn and collapsed to the ground. He was dead before he fell to the ground.

On the other side of the earth, on the vast African savannah.

The scorching sun was high above, showing off his passion hotly. The air is as hot as being teased by the sun. The flames that have nowhere to vent all turn into steaming heat waves, one wave after another, bringing the heat and dullness to all the creatures on the earth.

A voice whispered, “It’s 6:30 pm London time. Hello, everyone, and welcome to our show. Now, please follow our outdoor shooting and experience the heat of the African savannah.”

"In this spooky weather, the air has been exposed to sunlight for too long, and it has already expanded. With the lens, we can see that from a field of view more than 20 meters away, the sunlight is refracted under the expanding air, and the picture is like a mirage. ."

"Everyone is staying at home and watching our TV. It can be accompanied by some refreshing juice. It will be a good experience."

"As a host, I need to keep talking, which consumes a lot of water. Of course, I won't secretly hide to drink mineral water. Now, I will take you to find water sources and hunt down prey."

"Kevin, keep up!" Then the camera moved with the pace of the host.

Of course, the audience will not follow the host during the whole process. If you don't fast forward, the audience will quickly run away.

As soon as the camera turned, the sun had tilted west and the high temperature had subsided slightly. The occasional blast of hot wind will no longer feel like cooking people.

"We have just fast-forwarded some process, and you will see us in the camera like accelerated little people, fast through the grassland to a swamp water source." The host said endlessly.

"Just now we have experienced the heat of the African savannah. It was the hottest period in the afternoon. The outdoor temperature exceeded 50 degrees Celsius. People who have not been trained can become dehydrated in the heat and pass out in just a few minutes. ."

"And once there is no rescue, after a few hours, they have become victims of the hot weather."

"In such weather, even the most ferocious predator on the African savannah will not do anything. All animals will find a place to hide from the sun and wait for the sun to set."

"At this time, the most ferocious and terrifying things on the African savannah are not lions, cheetahs, and coyotes, but terrible heat and terrible natural disasters."

"The scorching heat cannot resist even the ferocious beasts living here. Lions and cheetahs can't move in the high temperature. It also only takes a few minutes. The violent actions will dehydrate them a lot. All it takes is an oversight. Will change from predator to prey."

The host’s tone became a little relaxed, “Of course, now is the part that everyone likes. The scorching sun is about to set, and the high temperature and dry heat have caused the predators to lose a lot of physical strength and water.”

"Now they need to take action. They must prepare enough energy for tomorrow's high temperature. And this is what I will do next."

The camera zoomed in and the audience could see that the host's dark skin had lost its luster, his lips were chapped and bloodshot.

The camera moved slowly with the host. The host said as he walked, “Water is the source of life, especially in the hot deserts and grasslands. All hunters and prey cannot escape the plight of lack of water. Everyone on the grassland One day, it was a battle between the hunter and the prey on the water source."

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