Dean looked at his watch. It was one o'clock in the morning.
Eight sleeping bags were crowded on the floor behind them. Everyone was sleeping in the same way, wearing eye masks and earplugs. Only their noses and mouths were exposed, and most of their faces were hidden in the sleeping bags.
Slight snoring, breathing, and teeth grinding intertwined in the room.
Outside the window, crickets chirped and crickets chirped.
A few withered yellow leaves floated to the bottom of the courtyard, shrubs and branches rustled in the wind, and the forest at night took on a different kind of vitality.
Dean withdrew his God's perspective, and with a thought, he issued a simple command to "find someone."
"Shadow" immediately jumped out of the trap and flew outside the window to patrol.
The vision of ghosts is different from that of ordinary people. Darkness is not a restriction for them, but allows them to see farther.
The "Shadow" circled twice around the 17-meter area near the wooden house, but failed to detect any danger, so it returned to the board to rest and recover.
And Dean sat comfortably in the wooden house, releasing shadow reconnaissance and then recovering it every quarter of an hour, keeping watch and training at the same time.
The time came to half past two in the morning.
His face suddenly darkened.
"Shadow" sent a spiritual message——
Under the hillside in the distance, in the bushes at twelve o'clock, a flexible figure crawled inside, revealing a small piece of khaki hat brim.
"Is there really someone here? I won't be polite if you bring it to your door yourself."
Dean's eyes turned, and a bright red reminder flashed before his eyes:
Trigger emergency event—night attack
A good camping trip has its twists and turns, when someone wanders outside your cabin late at night with nefarious intentions.
You have learned several lessons to strike first.
Now, take the initiative to leave the house and kill all the peepers and make them pay in blood.
Or you can make a more exciting choice and take the opportunity to kill the companions around you and blame the peepers.
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress: 0/100
Duration: 30 minutes
Reward: 40 experience points
Penalty: None
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Shet!
Is there a system failure? I'm asking you to kill your companions again.
Dean automatically ignored the second strange option, took out the Colt from his backpack and checked it, fully loaded it, opened the safety, and pulled the slide.
"Easy difficulty, 40 experience points, one person should be able to handle it easily. Do you want me to leave the house? Are you deliberately increasing the difficulty?"
He quietly woke up his companions in the sleeping bags. They all had red faces, messy hair, and blank eyes.
Gretchen sleepily tied her hair into a big braid and put on a cold-proof coat, "What's going on?"
"There is someone watching us outside, most likely the hunter from last night." Dean glanced at everyone,
"Isn't that right, man, you wake everyone up in the middle of the night just for a joke?" Beck complained, grabbing the water bottle and taking a swig.
"Do you think I'm joking?" Dean's cold tone and eyes made everyone in the room feel their hearts skip a beat, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"What do they want to do?" Lang, who originally had a good impression of the hunter, swallowed and looked out the window.
"You can tell with your butt that you have bad intentions." Rust grabbed the trekking pole with a solemn expression. "The harmless, stupid, and defenseless students in the movies will always become the first choice of the perverted killer."
"Don't scare me, let's camp together. How could we be so unlucky?" Ashley turned pale and approached her boyfriend in fear, "Call the police?"
"Where can I call the police in the middle of nowhere?"
Dean shook his head and lowered his voice and said,
"I'm going out to investigate the situation."
"It's too dangerous, Dean, don't go." Britney timidly took his arm.
"The situation is unknown now. It's best for everyone to stay in the house. They will leave naturally until tomorrow morning." Gretchen suggested with a solemn face.
"We can't sit back and wait... Trust me, folks, I can handle shootings in Lake Mead, and today's incident is no exception."
The firmness and calmness in Dean's voice slightly relieved the depression in the room.
Dean took out the Colt behind him and handed it to Gretchen, ignoring everyone's surprised and shocked expressions.
"Future female police officer, can you use a gun? Keep it for self-defense and give me the night vision goggles."
"I'll go with you." Gretchen gritted her teeth and said,
"You stay here and take care of everyone." Dean put on a layer of ghost armor and went out to leave.
…
It was already summer, but the temperature in the mountains and forests at night was low, the wind was biting, and Dean's breath turned into white air visible to the naked eye.
He made up his mind to fight quickly, and as soon as he opened the door, he immediately rushed towards the bushes hiding people on the far side of the house.
When the spirit is raised to 14.2, the ghost armor can withstand three or forty shots from ordinary rifles without any problem.
And with an agility of 12.1 that exceeds that of ordinary people, he was like a human-shaped lightning bolt, passing through the thick night, rushing out of the platform and rushing down the slope of the hill.
Amidst the sound of his hiking boots crushing dead branches, the distance between him and a bush beside the cedar tree quickly shortened.
40 meters!
30 meters!
boom!
The sudden sound of shooting tore through the silent night, and the running Dean staggered like an electric shock.
His right foot seemed to have been hit by a hammer through a thick layer of quilt.
But the mist-like "ghost armor" around him squirmed, perfectly removing all the impact, and the warhead slipped to the ground.
He continued to sprint without losing speed.
boom!
Sand and dust flew up, and a small crater exploded on the hillside.
Bang bang!
On the third and fourth shots, Dean swayed slightly, like a leisurely burp after lunch.
"Fake, what the hell!"
The prostrate gunman in the bush cursed lowly, and his original good mood of teasing his prey turned into fear, and he ran away without saying a word as soon as he got up.
It was late at night.
The moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest and reveals two figures chasing each other.
The hunter was very agile and very familiar with the terrain. He stepped on the thick humus and took quick small steps, as nimble as a fox.
But the pursuer's agility was inhuman to the point of being able to step over tree roots blocking the road and lying dead trees as if walking on flat ground.
The two rushed down the mountain forest, and the distance shortened rapidly.
The man in the hat listened to the approaching footsteps behind him, gasped, turned around and fired the gun.
The bullet hit the target, but it only tickled the giant. The pursuer paused, and his breathing became more and more excited.
He was completely panicked and didn't notice a deep crack in the ground among the fallen leaves in front of him, so he inserted his left foot into it.
With the crisp sound of fractures, the body rose into the air and flew down three meters, and the peaked cap was thrown away.
With a pop, he landed on his face and was buried in the fallen leaves. He ate a mouthful of mud and his ankles were horribly bent at 180 degrees.
Before he had time to recover from the severe pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart, his body froze again.
A cold and biting sharp instrument was silently placed on the back of the neck, piercing the skin a little. The sting and faint blood spread like a flame.
Fear and desire to survive overwhelmed everything, and the gunman raised his hands backwards in a funny posture, giving up resistance.
But as if the hunter behind him was playing a trick, he turned him around, revealing his pale skin covered in cold sweat and his slovenly face with a goatee, and then put the sharp weapon stuck on the back of his neck. The skin was moved to the front of the neck, and the aorta was pressed with precision like a scalpel.
"name!"
A commanding voice sounded.
"Arman..." The man looked at the young Asian man wearing a bulky night vision goggle in shock, "Are you, are you a human or a monster?"
Why are bullets ineffective?
"It's not important, but if you don't answer my next question honestly, I guarantee you will become a 'monster'."
The man frowned and nodded.
"Besides you, Owen, and Tom, who else is targeting us tonight?" Dean held the shackle in one hand and quietly picked up the man's lost AR15 that was loaded and ready to go.
"Anthony, and Anthony. There are only four of us, please be gentle, man, don't mess around!" As he begged for mercy, the man's eyes were frightened and he explained with a smile, "We are just ordinary hunters, we want to make a joke with the young people, come here A funny prank, no harm intended."
"Really, then I'm joking with you now," Dean grinned in a joking manner, "Where are you from?"
"Sacramento."
Dean raised his eyebrows. He clearly remembered that Fat Irving was talking about San Francisco last night, and he even had to coax a group of high school students?
"How many cars did you drive when you came here? Where were they parked? What's the license plate number? Who has the car keys?"
Arman blushed and had a thick neck. He hesitated for a long time. It wasn't until the weapon on the main artery in his neck started to apply pressure that he slowly said,
"It's just one car, parked at a gas station... license plate number Ca... I'm done, can you let me go? You are so young, you shouldn't commit a crime on impulse and ruin your bright future."
Dean deadpanned.
Arman gritted his teeth,
"Man, my three companions are armed with guns and must have captured your classmates. You need a bargaining chip. How about taking me as a hostage?"
"Being a hostage? It makes sense." Dean's sharp eyes softened, and his left hand slowly retracted the basal plate at the man's aorta.
The man's dark face covered with leaves and mud relaxed, revealing a flattering smile.
"I--"
"boom!"
A line of blood splashed in the night sky, and the man fell backwards with a big hole in his left eye, lifeless.
You killed Yaman with an AR15.
Proficiency +9, shooting lv1 (30/200)
Event progress 25/100
"Hit me several times and give you one shot in return. It's fair and just."
Dean shook his head at the corpse, put away the AR15, and took out the shackle from his arms. He felt the heat and heat in just one second, as if this strange object was on fire.
Along with this, he had a strong intuition in his heart - there was an extra "tenant" in the temple, the hunter Arman who had just died.
"So this thing can also absorb the souls of people who died nearby? Then there will be more ways to play it."
But Dean was worried about the safety of his companions and had no time to conduct further tests. He quickly dragged Arman's body and belongings to the crack in the ground where he had just tripped. When he looked inside, he saw that it was so dark that it was impossible to see the bottom. be terrified.
The man's body was pushed in, as if falling into hell, and there was no echo for a long time.
Dean turned and ran up the hill.
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