The aircraft seems to be automatically controlled by machines without any guidance or guidance personnel.
But according to the 'gossip' found on the Internet, further assessment has already begun from the moment the text message is received.
Any resource that cannot be universalized is limited.
Even if it is unlimited, it is controlled and will never be used indiscriminately.
Therefore, it is not that simple to join the reserve team of the Ghost Killing Team.
Most people, even if they have obtained training qualifications, will leave the Sky Tree after the training, return to the pigeon cage, and become a member of a certain firm.
Responsible for cleaning up the 'trash fish' that are D grade or below.
Of course, D-level weirdness is already very terrifying and powerful.
Therefore, the mortality rate of ghost hunters in ordinary offices has always been very high.
In order to perform well, most people were standing at the door neatly and in strict order, waiting for the door of the training camp to open.
There are also a very small number of people who deliberately wander around and observe the environment.
Obviously, few of those who could escape with their lives in a strange attack were fools.
With an electronic sound, the door slowly opened.
A giant arc-shaped building rises slowly from the ground.
Everyone quickened their steps and walked to the arc-shaped building.
There are many electronic eyes on the building, scanning the identity information of people coming.
Then open some doors.
It seemed that all the students were invited to come in.
After everyone entered, the doors were all closed.
There is no light in the dark space.
Someone took out their mobile phone and tried to shine a light, but found that the mobile phone was malfunctioning and could not be turned on or emit light.
An electronically synthesized voice sounded overhead.
"A ghost has slipped into your midst."
"Now, catch this ghost within one hour, otherwise everyone will be eliminated!" The voice was cold and ruthless, and then there was no more movement.
At first everyone was just silent.
After about five or six minutes, someone started to feel uneasy.
Their breathing became heavy, they began to walk back and forth anxiously, and even had physical collisions and conflicts with some people around them.
Then, someone started making noise.
"Are you kidding me? How can I find that bastard when I can't see anything?" Someone roared angrily.
Some people said in horror: "No... I don't want to die! Why are you locking me up with ghosts? Save me... I'm really... really going to die!"
There are also people praying to the gods of their faith.
"Well! I want to ask a question. Do you think... ghosts are the same as us, or are they different?" A voice that seemed to sound a little uncomfortable suddenly sounded.
"Asshole! What do you want to say? Don't be pretentious here." A grumpy guy shouted loudly.
The little Shou-like voice said: "I'm thinking, if the ghost is like us and can't see anything here, then at least he can't distinguish us. As long as we don't make a sound, it will be difficult for him to hurt us all. If he is different from us, can everyone please stop moving and let this ghost expose himself?"
As soon as he finished saying this, someone sneered and questioned.
In fact, this method seems too childish and too easy to be broken.
How can more than 300 people, who are not professionally trained elite warriors, be consistent?
"If you can't tell the difference between humans and ghosts... It's enough to kill them all except me!" said a cold voice.
This sentence directly caused more turbulent anger.
Many people were looking for the source of the sound and wanted to knock this guy down.
After another half an hour of being so noisy, some people even engaged in some confused fights, with their faces covered in blood.
The space suddenly became brighter.
A middle-aged man with a windshield on his head, sloppy hair, covered in a black leather jacket and a scarf, stood on the podium in the middle of the entire space.
"Now, those whose names I have read, please return home immediately. You have been eliminated."
After saying that, the man started to read the name directly.
"How is that possible! Are you kidding... I borrowed a million in loan sharks to participate in the training. If I just go out like this, how can I pay back the money?" A student said angrily, and as he said that, he rushed to the podium and asked for help. The man was reasonable.
Beep!
A laser beam hit the student directly.
The laser pierced his chest.
Student died! As he wished, he didn't have to pay back the money.
The mechanical arm came out from under the floor and pulled the student's body under the floor.
The original doubts quieted down.
Although the person whose name was read was unwilling to do so, he could only walk to the door and leave this space.
After the names were read out, the number of students was reduced by half.
"Is there anyone who wants to quit voluntarily now? If you choose to quit at this time, I can make the decision and give each person a subsidy of 30,000 yuan." The middle-aged man said.
Of course no one moved.
Most of the people who dropped out of school immediately after their names were read just now were aborigines.
There are very few monks.
"This link was not available in previous years."
"But you are very lucky this year. The number of people selected has been increasing sharply, so this link has been added. Eliminate those with poor quality and possible waste of resources first."
"You are the victors. You don't have to share the same hatred with them or feel unhappy for them. If they stay, the resources and subsidies that should be distributed to you will be reduced by at least half." The middle-aged man's three or two sentences were like those of leftovers. Those who came down had their minds set.
"Time is limited, let's start the first lesson now."
"Controlling fear is a psychological state that we must always master! Darkness, the unknown, and extraordinary abilities will all make us feel afraid. And once we feel afraid and cannot think calmly, we will let ourselves be manipulated. So in the test just now Among them, those who cannot get used to the darkness and lose their sense of proportion in the darkness, their qualifications are not good. Even if they can be trained, they will not be able to join the ghost killing team in the future." said the middle-aged man.
Seeing that no one spoke up or asked, he continued: "Hunting...or temporarily eliminating and sealing ghost disasters is the basic purpose of my training here."
"In order to achieve our goal, we need to borrow some props. They are special equipment formed by combining certain weird cores with weapons developed by the weapons department. To use special equipment, you need to pay a corresponding price."
The middle-aged man talked non-stop, and he didn't seem to want to interact with the students.
It's just a mechanical transfer of knowledge.
At this time, a student suddenly raised his hand.
The middle-aged man had to interrupt the lecture and then asked dissatisfiedly: "What's your problem?"
The student asked in a voice with a weak accent: "Teacher, can we only use props to hunt ghosts? Can we rely on our own strength to defeat the weird?"
When this question was raised, almost all the students' spirits perked up.
They are all waiting for the answer.
