Lighthouse calendar 134, Thursday, May 7.

It's been 4 days since the encounter with the Wraith. Go to the church near the school to ask for holy water, gold finger identification

Due to the pious prayers of the Orthodox believers, the liquid is contaminated with a trace of positive energy, which has a slightly cooling and killing effect on negative energy life. (The energy dissipates two days after leaving the prayer environment).

I don't like it, I won't come next time.

Friday, May 8, 134th year of the lighthouse calendar.

Go to school and practice martial arts, confirm the average consumption of the optimal power of the "Indian War Stick Technique", 30 psionic energy points for 1 hour, and theoretically the combat endurance of the "Indian Battle Stick Technique" is more than 2 hours.

"Soul Whisper" has not yet replied to the message.

134th year of the lighthouse calendar, Saturday, May 9.

Walk through the second-hand market and find nothing. Practice Fighting to increase your psionic output and drain your psionic energy to only 10 points. Dizziness, weakness.

The big guy hasn't replied to the message yet.

Seems to have forgotten something.

134 years of the lighthouse calendar, Sunday, May 10.

Browse the second-hand market and still find nothing. Consume psionic energy again to only 10 points left, void. Make sure that you can't use up all of your psionic points, and that you have 10 or more points left as a safe range.

Luke rested for a short hour, and his psionic energy gradually recovered to 20, and after a few days of practice and experimentation, it was basically determined that under the meditation conditions, he could recover 10 psionic energy per hour.

He lay in bed a little tired, feeling that something he had overlooked, but he couldn't remember it.

What the hell have I forgotten......

Luke pondered for a long time, but still had no clue. He stood up irritably, habitually walking back and forth between the rooms, and as he walked, he looked up, and suddenly saw a family portrait placed directly above him.

Oh!!!

Damn it!!!

It's been a whole week since the cheap daddy of this body hasn't heard anything.

Because he didn't get along, Luke always subconsciously ignored his parents. But according to the memories he absorbed, the day-to-day affairs of the farm in the countryside were managed by the cowboys they hired, and occasionally Luke's parents would return to deal with the occasional errand, which would basically come back within three or four days, and Luke's mother would often contact him by landline.

Thinking of this, Luke hurriedly walked over to the telephone and dialed the farm's number.

Unsurprisingly, it couldn't be reached.

Knowing that there are supernatural monsters in this world, Luke couldn't help but think, it won't be so unlucky, a family of three will all hit the ghost...

Later, he called the phones of two nearby farms from memory, but he could not get through.

Luke hurried to his parents' room, found the yellow pages of Cheng County (the small city where the farm is located) in a drawer, and called the local police station.

After a few blind tones, the phone was connected, and a rough voice came from the other side: "This is the Cheng County Police Department, I'm Jones, how can I help you?" ”

Luke replied: "Hello, my name is Luke, I am a child of Williams Farm in the northwest of Cheng County, my parents went back to the farm a week ago to run errands, and they have not come home yet, and the phone cannot be connected. Do you know what's going on over there? ”

Jones lowered his voice a little, and said with these sympathies and comforts: "Little Luke, I know your father, and he often mentions you. There was a thick fog near Williams's Farm four days ago, and it hasn't cleared yet, and our police officers have gone in to investigate several times, and each time they have come out inexplicably. I've informed the FBI about this and I'll be there in a few days. Don't worry, this is your phone number, right, I've written it down, and I'll keep you informed of any new developments. ”

Luke thanked Officer Jones and hung up.

Sure enough, something happened, involving a supernatural event.

If you are still a high school student who is not tied to the chicken, then it is better to stay in Phoenix and wait for news from the sheriff. But now Luke is a qualified warrior after adding points and the bonus of "Indian War Stick Technique". Especially in paranormal events, he is even more useful than ordinary police officers with his ability to identify and psionics.

After all, Goldfinger also needs to constantly fight monsters to upgrade, and there are no monsters who don't brush the sky and thunder.

After making up his mind, Luke first called Renard and told him that there was something going on on the farm in his hometown and that he needed to go back as soon as possible, and asked him to help him take a week off from school. Renard didn't ask much and agreed.

Then, he began to organize the items he was going to bring for the trip.

Winchester M1897, 5 boxes of lead bullets, 5 boxes of salt bullets, 100 pieces each. Lead bullets kill monsters, salt bullets kill ghosts.

A set of stab-proof suits purchased when I went to Uncle Sean's house to shoot targets.

There are also some daily necessities such as maps, water, food, etc.

After cleaning up, it was already half past eleven in the evening, Luke went back to bed, forced himself to sleep as soon as possible, and prepared to leave early tomorrow morning to drive back to the farm.

......

Early the next morning, Luke put the items he had prepared in advance in the car, looked at the map again, confirmed the route, and set off in a hurry. The lighthouse country had a well-developed road system, and Luke quickly left the city at a fast pace, heading along the winding road towards a vast no-man's-land in the forest.

It was close to noon, and although it had been driving for four hours, Luke was only slightly tired from the high level of soul strength, and he turned on the car radio and listened to the dynamic rap of the black DJ on the radio to refresh himself, and drove on, when he suddenly found that the road ahead was blocked by several large trucks and could not pass.

He parked the car, anxiously walked to the driver's seat of the truck in front of him, and saw the driver sitting in the car waiting, so he stepped forward and knocked on the glass and asked, "Dude, what is happening ahead, do you know?" ”

The truck driver rolled down the glass and poked his head out, and the long wait made him a little restless. He frowned, his tone full of impatience: "There was a three-car rear-end collision 1 kilometer ahead, and the whole road was blocked, and now it is waiting to be dealt with." ”

Luke continued, "Do you know when traffic will be restored?" ”

Truck driver: "It's going to take a couple of hours." ”

Looking at Luke's anxious look, he said, "If you're in a hurry, you can turn around and go back 7 or 800 meters, there is a path over there that can pass through the congestion zone." The big truck can't get through, so I have to wait here, or we can go together. ”

Luke thanked the other party and returned to the car, where there were already several cars waiting in line behind him, and he hurriedly turned around and drove towards the path the driver had said.

After driving for a few hundred meters, he found a small road, rugged and winding, spreading to the depths of the jungle, he walked along the narrow road, and after a distance of more than ten minutes, he found that the road ahead was blocked again, a blue-gray Ford Mustang and a white Renault Carbine collided, and the scene of the car accident blocked the narrow forest path.

Looking at the traffic jam ahead, Luke scolded "shit" irritably, got out of the car to find the passengers in front of him, and tried to convince them to move the car together first, make way for him to pass.

After getting out of the car, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. He shouted a few more times, "Hello... Anyone? Where have you been? Again, there was no response.

Luke walked a few steps further and noticed two homemade improvised tire breakers thrown next to the white car in front of him, and the tires were shriveled. It looks like the white car was punctured by a tire breaker and then rear-ended by the car behind. This scene happened on a jungle road, and I am afraid it was not a simple traffic accident.