Dean glanced at his watch, one o'clock in the morning.

Eight sleeping bags lay crowded on the floor behind him, all of them sleeping in a surprisingly consistent manner, wearing blindfolds and earplugs, revealing only their noses and mouths, and most of their faces hidden in their sleeping bags.

Slight snoring, breathing, and teeth grinding mingled through the room.

Outside the window, mole crickets cooed and crickets chirped.

A few yellow leaves float to the bottom of the courtyard, and the shrubs and branches rustle in the wind, and the mountain forest glows with a different kind of life at night.

Dean retracted God's perspective, and with a thought, he gave a simple command to "find someone".

"Shadow" immediately jumped out of the board and flew out of the window to patrol.

Ghosts have a different vision than ordinary people, and darkness is not a restriction for them, but allows them to see farther.

"Shadow" circled twice around the 17-meter radius near the wooden house, but failed to detect the danger, so he returned to the board to rest and recover.

And Dean sat comfortably in the cabin, every quarter of an hour, releasing the shadow reconnaissance and then retrieving, vigil training without mistake.

The time came to half past two in the morning.

His face sank.

"Shadow" sent a spiritual message-

In the distance, under the hillside, in the bushes at twelve o'clock, a nimble figure crept inside, revealing a small khaki brim.

"Is anyone really coming? I'm not welcome to deliver it to the door myself. ”

Dean's eyes rolled, and a bright red hint flashed in front of his eyes:

Triggers an Emergency - Night Raid

Good camping always happens to accidents, and someone lingers outside your cabin in the middle of the night with bad intentions.

You've been taught a few lessons, and it's important to strike first.

Now, take the initiative to leave the house and kill all the peepers and make them pay the price in blood.

Or you can also have some exciting choices and take the opportunity to kill your companions and blame the peepers.

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress: 0/100

Duration: 30 minutes

Bonus: 40 XP

Penalties: None

……

Shet!

Did the system malfunction, and let him kill his companions.

Dean automatically ignored the second strange option, took Colt out of his backpack and checked it again, reloaded, opened the safety, and pulled the sleeve.

"Easy difficulty, 40 points of experience, a person should be able to handle it easily, if I have to leave the house, is it deliberately increasing the difficulty?"

He whispered to wake his companion in the sleeping bag, a group of people with red faces, messy hair, and blank eyes.

Gretchen sleepily tied the big braid at the back of his head and put on a cold-proof coat, "What's the situation?" ”

"Someone outside is staring at us, most likely it was last night's hunter." Dean's gaze swept over everyone,

"Isn't it, man, waking everyone up in the middle of the night just for a joke?" Baker grumbled and grabbed the water bottle and poured it hard,

"You think I'm joking?" Dean's cold tone and eyes made the hearts of everyone in the room chuckle, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"What do they want to do?" Lang, who originally had a good impression of the hunter, swallowed his saliva and looked out the window,

"I know bad intentions when I think about it with my ass." Rust gripped his trekking poles with a solemn face, "The harmless and stupid, defenseless students in the movie will always be the first target of psychopathic killers. ”

"Don't scare me, let's show up, how can we be so unlucky?" Ashley's face turned pale and she approached her boyfriend in fear, "Call the police?" ”

"Where can I call the police in the wilderness?"

Dean shook his head and lowered his voice,

"I'm out to find out."

"It's too dangerous, Dean, don't go." Britney timidly grabbed his arm.

"The situation is unknown now, and it is better for everyone to stay in the house until tomorrow morning, and they will naturally leave." Gretchen suggested with a solemn face,

"We can't sit still... Believe me, guys, I can handle the shooting at Lake Mead, and today's incident is no exception. ”

The firmness and calmness in Dean's tone eased the depression in the room a little.

Dean took out the Colt behind him and handed it to Gretchen, ignoring the surprised and shocked expressions of the crowd.

"Future female police officer, you will use a gun, right? Keep it for yourself and give me the night vision goggles. ”

"I'll go with you." Gretchen gritted his teeth and said,

"Stay and take care of everyone." Dean put on a layer of ghost armor and walked out.

……

It was summer, but the temperature in the mountains and forests at night was low, the wind was cold, and Dean's breath turned into white gas visible to the naked eye.

He made up his mind to make a quick decision, and as soon as he opened the door, he immediately rushed towards the shrub of the Tibetan man in the distance of the house.

The spirit is increased to 14.2, and the ghost armor has no problem resisting thirty or forty shots from ordinary rifles.

And with an agility of 12.1 that surpassed ordinary people, he was like a humanoid lightning bolt, through the thick night, rushing out of the platform, and into the slope of the slope that sloped downward.

With the popping sound of hiking boots stepping on dead branches, the distance between him and a bush beside the cedar tree shortened rapidly.

40 meters!

30 meters!

Bang!

The sudden sound of shooting tore apart the silence of the night, and the running Dean staggered like an electric shock.

His right foot seemed to be hit by a thick quilt with a hammer.

But the mist-like "ghost armor" around the body wriggled, perfectly unloading all the impact, and the warhead slipped to the ground.

He continued to sprint without slowing down.

Bang!

The sand was flying, and a small crater had exploded on the hillside.

Bang bang!

On the third and fourth shots, Dean shook slightly, like a leisurely burp after lunch.

"Falko, what the hell!"

The prostrate gunman in the bush cursed in a low voice, and the good mood of playing with his prey turned into fear, and they ran away without saying a word.

It's late at night.

The moonlight shines through the cracks in the forest, revealing two chasing figures, one in front of the other.

The hunter is vigorous and familiar with the terrain, stepping on a thick layer of humus, and his small steps are swift and agile like a fox.

But the pursuers were inhumane, stepping over the roots of trees that stood in the way and the dead trees lying horizontally, as if they were walking on the ground.

The two rushed all the way down the mountain forest, and the distance was quickly shortened.

The man in the hat listened to the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, gasped and turned around and released the Yin Gun.

The bullet hit the target, but it only tickled the giant, and the pursuer froze, gasping for breath and getting more and more excited.

He was so flustered that he didn't notice a deep crack in the ground between the fallen leaves in front of him, and pinned his left foot in.

With the crisp sound of fractures, the body soared into the air and flew down three meters, and the cap was thrown away.

With a pop of face landing, he was buried in the fallen leaves, and his mouth was full of mud, and his ankles were horribly bent at one hundred and eighty degrees.

He didn't have time to recover from the sharp pain that fell apart, and his body stiffened again.

A cold, piercing weapon silently pressed against the back of the neck, piercing a little into the skin, and the tingling and faint blood spread like flames.

Fear and the desire to survive overpowered, and the gunman, in a comical gesture with his head down and feet, raised his hands backwards and gave up resistance.

But the hunter behind him, as if playing, turned him around, revealing his pale skin covered with cold sweat and his scruffy face with a goatee, and moved the sharp weapon stuck in the back of his neck against the skin to the front of his neck, pressing the major artery with the precision of a scalpel.

"Name!"

A commanding voice rang out.

"Yalman," the man looked in shock at the young Asian male with a bulky night-vision goggle in front of him, "Are you—Are you a human or a monster?" ”

Why do bullets work?

"It doesn't matter, but if you don't answer my next questions honestly, I promise you'll turn into a 'monster.'"

The man grimaced and nodded.

"Who's going to be eyeing us tonight besides you, Owen and Tom?" Dean held the board in one hand, and quietly picked up the man's lost loaded AR15 on the other.

"Anthony, and Anthony. It's just four of us, tap buddy, don't mess around! In the midst of the begging for mercy, the man explained with a frightened smile in his eyes, "We are just ordinary hunters, we want to play a joke with young people, have a funny prank, and we don't want to hurt anyone." ”

"yes, I'm joking with you right now," Dean grinned in a playful curvature, "where are you from?" ”

"Sacramento."

Dean raised an eyebrow, he clearly remembered that last night the fat Owen was talking about San Francisco, and even a group of high school students had to coax?

"How many cars did you drive when you came, where were they parked, what was the license plate number, and who were the car keys?"

Yarman blushed and struggled for a long time, until the weapon at the major artery in his neck began to press, and then he said slowly,

"Just one, parked at the gas station... License plate number Ca... I'm done, can you let me go? You are so young, you should not commit a crime on the spur of the moment and bury your great future. ”

Dean was expressionless.

Yarman gritted his teeth,

"Man, three of my companions with guns must have captured your classmates, you need a bargaining chip, how about taking me hostage?"

"Being a hostage? Kind of makes sense. Dean's sharp eyes turned soft, and his left hand slowly withdrew the board at the man's main artery.

The man's black face, crawling with leaves and sludge, slackened and showed a flattering smile,

"I-"

"Bang!"

A line of blood splashed in the night sky, and the man's left eye broke a large hole and fell backwards, losing his life.

You killed Yarman with AR15.

Mastery +9, Shooting Lv1 (30/200)

Event progress: 25/100

"Shoot me several times, and give you one shot back, fair and just."

Dean shook his head at the corpse, put away the AR15, and took out the board from his arms, feeling the heat and heat for just a second, this strange object seemed to be on fire.

Even with him, he had a strong intuition - there was an extra "tenant" in the board, the hunter Yarman, who had just died.

"So this thing can absorb the souls of people who died nearby? Since then, there have been more ways to play. ”

But Di An's companion was in danger, and he didn't have time for further testing, so he quickly dragged Yarman's body and the belongings he was carrying to the crack in the ground where he had tripped just now.

The man's body was pushed in, as if he had fallen into hell, and there was no echo for a long time.

Dean turned and ran down the hill.

……