Times are different today

The light of electricity gradually dispelled people's fear of darkness, but the night filled the wilderness was still a dangerous place for monsters to entrench. In order to ensure the safety of walking in the wilderness at night, all highway street lights are equipped with special Rubik's Cubes that can effectively dispel monsters, and they are regularly inspected and replaced.

These Rubik's cubes are capable of emitting a high-frequency sound wave that cannot be heard by humans, and most monsters will feel quite uncomfortable when hearing these sounds, and will actively avoid areas covered by sound waves when moving. At the same time, in order to prevent the failure of a single Rubik's cube array and the gap in the defense structure, the distance between the lampposts must be guaranteed to be within a certain range, so that the network of defending against monsters can be effectively organized.

Theoretically, as long as this Rubik's Cube, the safety of the highway can be guaranteed.

And now, a counterexample of irony has been born.

An unidentified corpse was lying under the street lamp that provided "protection" for the road, looking horrible and undoubtedly killed by a monster.

In the dim light of the light, his miserable face appeared in front of Curt's eyes.

He was a man in his sixties, and at this point he was no longer alive. The gray head was stained by his own blood, and several deep bone lacerations tore the flesh from his body. The largest wound dragged from his shoulder to his flank, nearly tearing his body in half.

The limbs that connected the torso were torn off by brute force, and the bones of Bai Sensen could still be seen where the pieces of flesh were connected. This is undoubtedly the mark of the most brutal violence - every joint is broken, and then it is twisted into a mass of debris.

Tafu's torso was torn open by sharp objects in several places, and the internal organs inside were dragged out, and the main organs should have left only jagged tooth marks in the human position. The jet-black blood had now dried up, and it was slowly flowing from the wounds on the corpse, staining the road a stinging red.

"It's disgusting. ”

Even after many battles, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy about such a tragic situation, and the traces left on the corpse revealed the excessive violent methods, such cruel methods did not seem to be done by humans. But if he was preyed upon by monsters, his body was too complete.

Although monsters have certain ecological characteristics that are different from wild animals, their essence is still not much different from ordinary creatures. He didn't know what monsters or beasts were around Catrice that would destroy the carcass of their prey and eat only his internal organs.

A long red streak stretched out from beneath him, pointing to the nearby trees shrouded in night. Judging by the black bloodstains, this was not the first scene of his attack. After being attacked by monsters, he tried to escape to the road, but unfortunately his life was not saved.

The middle-aged man's head was twisted, and his neck and torso took on a wonderful angle. His frightened and inexplicable countenance was frozen in the moment before he died. Perhaps he never imagined that the highway that was supposed to disperse the surrounding monsters would actually become the place where he was brutally killed by the monsters.

Thinking if it could be the Rubik's Cube, Curt approached the flickering street lamp and examined it slightly.

The iron base of the street lamp left several gaps that looked like those left by the sharp claws of a beast. These wounds pierced through the iron shell, which was up to half a centimeter thick, and directly cut the wiring of the Rubik's Cube, which was used to connect the whole. Not only that, but the power source core of the Rubik's Cube, which was used to dispel monsters, has also disappeared.

The lamppost has been destroyed by monsters, and the Rubik's Cube, which has lost its energy supply, has stopped working. Without the maintenance of the Rubik's Cube, there is naturally no way for the sonic spells prepared to dispel the monsters to continue to spread around. Now this flickering light is still left because the whole line has not been cut off.

That might tell you part of the story.

The middle-aged man, when moving near the road, did not comply with the rule that "you cannot move outside the road at night except in exceptional circumstances". Encountered some kind of monster. The sound waves from the Rubik's Cube, which was originally used to drive away monsters, backfired for some reason, angering the monster he encountered.

The end result is that the man's plan to escape from the monster's pursuit fails, and the enraged monster tears him apart, before moving the target to the street lamp. It easily destroyed the steel lamppost with its sharp claws, and took away the mana core sealed in the lamppost.

No, that's ridiculous.

Curt shook his head, he also felt that his reasoning was illogical.

It's not surprising that monsters have intelligence, and many monsters have a certain level of comprehension. But the fangs and claws are enough to tear the steel, and the mind knows how to pick the core...... This level should not be said to be monsters, their appearance is simply better than most humans.

So what if it wasn't the monster's doing, but the result of human guidance? Then the method of harm seems too rude - as if the "murderer" did not cause these wounds for the sake of killing, but only deliberately destroyed the corpse in order to satisfy his own cruel infliction**.

Curt looked back and decided to take another closer look at the man's body.

The outermost white medical robe was stained with a lot of blood, as were the clothes and pants worn on him. They looked like they had been in use for a long time, not much like rags, even if they hadn't been torn apart by previous attacks, they had been worn out.

There were no full pockets on tattered clothes, and there was no other room on the body to hide items. This middle-aged man, who really had "nothing", did not leave behind even a single thing that could prove his true identity. Curt thought it was too abnormal.

The empire is quite strict about the identity of residents, and even a homeless homeless person must have a small sign on his body that can identify him. Otherwise, the local authorities have the right to arrest them and not release them until their identity has been established - it is common knowledge.

Curt remembers the enforcement of this rule vividly. When he brought Liqi to the Dominion, he was examined by the Household Registration Bureau for a long time because he had no identity certificate. After going through a lot of troubles and suffering a lot of losses, I barely settled down.

Could it be that he was left behind in the process of escaping when he was attacked by a monster?

Curt looked in the direction of the bloodstain, the dark shadows of the trees swaying gently in the night wind. The light from the streetlamp was not clear, and he could only see a small drop of red marks pointing out the direction of his escape. They were scattered on the concrete floor next to the road, stretching into the dark depths that were difficult to see.

Curt had wanted to follow the bloodstains into the woods to find out, but after two steps he stopped. This is not an incident in which he should be involved, and it is now a priority to report the situation to the security team so that they can send someone to cordon off the scene and investigate the incident.

The regular buses are equipped with a radio communication system to communicate with the head office, and the machine can also be used to communicate with the garrison when necessary.

"Wow, help!"

When the target was decided, the driver's screams suddenly came from the direction of the regular car, followed by a screeching metal sound.

Curt was not far from the car, and when he heard the sound, he immediately turned back - the outer armor of the rear compartment of the regular car had been knocked out in several dents, and a large black figure was lying on the roof of the car.

Why is it something I haven't seen before? Curt couldn't help but be stunned.

The monsters that inhabit the vicinity of Catrice have basically been investigated by the Scrivener Bureau, and the relevant ecological information has also been informed to the subordinate mercenaries by the Mercenary Management Office. The thing that appeared in front of me that looked like a lying gibbon was like those rock spiders, a special monster that had not yet been seen.

The shadow was a creature that resembled a twisted gibbon, barely a little larger than a normal person, and its fur was pitch black, blending perfectly into the night. On its bony torso, there are two forelimbs that are comparable to doorposts, full of a sense of disobedience.

Its terrifyingly large forearms were undoubtedly its most powerful weapons, and the protruding bone spurs were stained with blood and debris that had not dried out. It was the murderer of the middle-aged man at Curt's feet, and had been lurking around until then, waiting for the next victim to throw himself into the net.

The Rubik's Cubes inside the surrounding lampposts didn't seem to have lost their effectiveness, so it made sense, this monster was not afraid of the spells that were loaded inside the lampposts to dispel the monsters. Judging by its ferocious behavior, this middle-aged man would have encountered accidents even if he did not step out of the range of the streetlight defense.

It kept swinging its forelimbs and slapping against the armor of the regular car, and the metal sound of ping-pong was endless. The armor that was enough to defend against the mechanic's guns was only a layer of crispy skin under the thick forelimbs, but it was already scarred in a few strokes, and it didn't take long to pierce it.

The driver, who seemed to be frightened, leaned back against the operating wheel, cowered in the driver's seat and stared at the monster that was trying to break through the roof of the regular car. There was nothing on the car that could be used as a weapon, so he grabbed a wrench, intending to give himself a little more courage.

He was already at a loss, the regular train wasn't moving fast enough to shake off the monster lying on top of the car. Now, if he tried to escape from the carriage, he would be trapping himself, and if he was stationed in the carriage, it wouldn't be long before the monster could penetrate the outer defenses.

He could only pin his only hope on Curt, who got out of the car to investigate. Although he was not sure what this young man with a gloomy face and dressed like a dead man could do, it was just that when a person was in danger, even the slightest possibility would see it as the key to survival.

In other words, he can only hope for this.

"Help, help!"

He shouted at Curt at the top of his voice, and at the same time secretly prayed in his heart that the young man would not die without help, and that he would be an outcast who dragged the monster lying on the roof of the car.

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