"Run!"
Benjamin acted decisively.
Without waiting for Number Seventeen to run with him, he turned and jumped out of the second-floor window.
His physical prowess as a cursed disciple was perfectly displayed.
He forced his way into a taxi that was just full of passengers, ignoring the screams of the girls inside, and slammed the door shut.
"Drive."
Benjamin pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed it to the driver.
The bald driver, seeing the cash, didn't ask why, released the brake, and excitedly slammed on the gas.
The car sped off, and Benjamin finally had time to take out a dozen or so bills from his inner pocket wallet and hand them to the three girls beside him.
Upon receiving the pounds, screams erupted. The three girls stared at Benjamin with six large eyes, curiously scrutinizing him.
"Sir, are you being chased by the police? Don't worry, I was a member of a motorcycle gang when I was young. I'll definitely get you out of here safely."
The bald, overweight middle-aged driver said, turning his head to stare at Benjamin as he drove. Benjamin looked at the driver, whose face was flushed and full of excitement:
"Turn your head back and talk, promise not to turn back, and I'll give you another thousand."
He continued:
"Don't worry, it's not the police chasing me, I'm just hiding from a messenger from hell."
As he spoke, Benjamin stuffed more than twenty fifty-yuan bills into the front seat.
"Oh, yes, sir, do you need an ID? Maybe you can show it to the messenger from hell and tell him he's chased the wrong person. I can guarantee it's an ID that even the police can't tell the difference, let alone the messenger from hell…"
The driver didn't turn back, but kept talking.
"Shut up, I'll give you another five hundred."
Everything returned to calm, except for the taxi speeding forward, ignoring the traffic lights.
Benjamin appreciated the driver's decisive action and didn't mind rewarding him a little more.
He was worried that Pinhead would discover that he, a cursed disciple, was nearby.
If Pinhead suddenly got interested in meddling in the Ice Cenobite's mess, causing Benjamin to waste his trump card, that would be disastrous.
In other words, the driver might have saved him a trump card.
"Alright, stop the car."
Benjamin said, having watched the taxi drive for 10 minutes and get far enough away from Frank's cabin.
"Sir, this is my business card. If you need it again, just contact me." The driver handed Benjamin his business card, seemingly still wanting more.
Benjamin glanced at the card. Besides the phone number at the top, the rest was densely covered with at least several hundred services, including putting someone to sleep, waking them up, and pretending to be their boyfriend.
He thought for a moment and put it away.
To Benjamin's surprise, the three girls in the car, clearly just high school students, actually asked for his contact information, saying they would keep his secret agent identity a secret if he gave them his number, and wouldn't tell the police if they asked.
Benjamin casually dismissed the three girls who had already imagined a spy drama and dialed the number.
"Number 17, it's me."
"Oh, sir, what happened just now? Why did you suddenly retreat?"
"Never mind that. Are you still there?"
"Yes, sir. I saw you run away, so I ran after you for a kilometer, but nothing happened, so I slowly returned."
"What's the current situation with the wooden house?"
"No one has come out, but there are screams; also, I noticed that besides our three teams taking turns, there are other people observing the wooden house."
"Oh, it's alright, don't worry about it. They're my men too."
Benjamin hung up the phone upon hearing this. It seemed Frank and the woman in the baseball cap had already begun their hellish journey.
Benjamin had no intention of saving the woman in the baseball cap. Even if he went, how could he explain that a newcomer knew so much?
Besides, there wasn't enough time. Once the box was opened, it was hard to stop. Benjamin wasn't going to waste his trump cards on a stranger.
Benjamin had just sat down at his pet shop when three girls entered.
They were the same three from the taxi.
"Boss, we're here for a job interview… Oh, it's you, Mr. Agent."
Benjamin looked at the three girls, averaging 1.6 meters tall, standing side-by-side, and was slightly speechless.
"I'm not an agent, and I don't hire child laborers. Thank you. Here's your fare; you can go home."
Benjamin handed over a £20 note.
The girls all took a step back and shook their heads.
"We're already 17 years old, currently first-year students at Hatton University, and legally allowed to work part-time."
"Show him your student IDs."
"And if you don't hire us, we won't keep your identity as an agent a secret."
The girl standing in the middle, with a few freckles on her face and curly wool-like hair, has an expression of fighting to the death.
The three of them took out their student IDs at the same time and handed them to Benjamin, as if to say, "You decide what to do."
"Hire us, we can be your informants."
Benjamin glanced at the names: Misha, Lucy, and Elisa.
They were all indeed 17 years old.
"Okay, but I wrote that I only need two people."
"Of course, the three of us work but only get paid for two people. Is it really 100 yuan per hour?"
The three blinked, staring at Benjamin with expressions of having gotten a great deal.
It was indeed true; several groups of people had already waited at the door for that hourly rate, but Benjamin wasn't there, so they left.
"Fine, three people it is. We'll all be paid hourly. You're Lucy, right? You can arrange the tasks."
Benjamin didn't care about the money; as long as someone could take care of the pets, that was enough. Seeing that Lucy was the leader of the three, he hired her.
"Yay! The boss is really a good person!" The three cheered, eagerly tearing down the job posting at the door, then running into the shop, happily playing with the cats and dogs.
He didn't know where they got their concept of "good people," but the youthful energy relaxed Benjamin's tense nerves.
He smiled nonsensically, ignoring the three people playing with the cat and dog.
Number Seventeen contacted him again.
"Boss, after that scream, the wooden house has been silent for half an hour. Should we go in and check?"
Detective Number Seventeen was now squatting on the roadside about a hundred meters away from the wooden house, rubbing his left ankle as he asked.
He didn't understand why the boss had run away. He had been monitoring for so long, and no one had gone in. He trusted his observation skills.
It turned out the boss had simply closed the window and jumped out to escape.
Terrified, he thought there was a bomb in the opposite room and jumped after him, spraining his ankle—luckily, only on the second floor.
Benjamin thought about Number Seventeen's question. So much time had passed; the four-man Pinhead gang should have left by now. They wouldn't have stayed long after they appeared.
But now that place is definitely under the watchful eye of Pinhead's hermits.
As the High Priest of Hell, Pinhead's current intermediary is no ordinary person; he's a Hell Bone Dragon disguised as a vagrant. These Hermits are powerful supernatural beings.
"Send someone to check it out. Don't touch anything. Take pictures and send them to me."
"Continue to observe. Report to me if anyone touches the wooden house."
Benjamin hung up and thought for a moment, making sure nothing was overlooked.
The only problem was that among the blood corpses that will be resurrected next, there may be one more woman.
Benjamin was still considering what to do with this woman.
Should he show her goodwill and try to learn more about the situation inside the Lighthouse?
Or should he prevent her from disrupting the world's plot and sending her back to Hell?
Benjamin felt he needed to observe the woman's condition after her resurrection first.
After all, she would be in Hell for at least another day. In such a long time, she might have been tortured to the point of losing her mind and becoming twisted and insane.
Just like Frank in the movie, after escaping from hell, he even casually killed his own elder brother.