The bright moonlight spilled onto the road through the gaps in the shade of the trees, and the four Steves, who had escaped death, hurriedly jumped out of the red sports car.

"God, we survived! Ha ha! Golan excitedly hugged his girlfriend and spun around, "It's so exciting!" ”

Steve helped the pale and trembling girl to the banyan tree and touched her forehead with concern, "Is there any injury, Nancy?" ”

The latter shook his head, "I'm fine, what about you?" ”

"I wasn't hurt, but the car was scrapped... My dad gave me a birthday present. Steve frowned painfully, and walked towards Dean with a look of admiration, "Jesus Christ, you just shot more accurately than James Bond, you are really handsome!" You saved my life, and from now on, I'll be a fool of you in Hawkins! But for now, please let me beat up this disgusting murderer first! ”

Steve opened the trunk and pulled out a baseball bat, clasped his hands tightly, and rushed at the murderer in anger, but when he saw the other person's face clearly, the stick hung down, and he opened his mouth wide and froze.

"Wadefa?!"

Catherine, Jonathan, and Barbara in the Dodge car behind also rushed over to greet their companions, and then their eyes couldn't help but turn to the murderer's empty face that seemed to have lost his soul, and the shock in his heart suppressed the panic of being attacked for a while.

"It looks too similar, guys, am I blind?"

"No, this mouth, nose, even if the president comes, I have to say, he is simply carved out of the same mold as Marcus, that is, there are many more wrinkles on his face."

Catherine realizes that she has discovered a shocking news, and the headline is in her head - Shock! The Hawkins homicide murderer actually has a face with the victim! She couldn't help but take out her notebook and record it,

"Why did he attack us? I haven't even met him. ”

"Who knows? But how did he stay motionless after being shot several times, and his eyes were as unfocused as a blind man? ”

"I hit him hard, he can't move for the time being," Dean took out a glove from his arms and put it on, and then pulled up the sleeve of his left hand, and found a huge "swastika" character tattooed on his inner wrist, this guy is also close to 1.9 meters tall, which is in line with the information that Dean drew from memory.

Everything proves that the man in front of him is the murderer who attacked and brutally killed Marcury Loren and his girlfriend Samantha in the woods last Friday night!

The progress of the survey also jumped to 70 percent.

But alas, he doesn't have a badge on him.

Nor in the body.

"Guys, does Marcus have such a relative who looks like him?"

Goran took a deep breath and shook his head, "I grew up with him, I can remember, he lived with his parents, Thanksgiving, Christmas, all of them were a family of three, never walked any relatives, and no relatives came to visit, but this guy is ten times more similar to Marcus than his father, and when Marcus has been developing for more than ten years, maybe he will become like this." ”

"How is it possible, the real Marcus is lying in the morgue, it was already cold last Friday." Hala hurriedly retorted, and cautiously approached the murderer's wrist, "Marcus doesn't have this tattoo on his wrist either!" ”

"Wait, detective, check the back of his neck, is there a birthmark?" Steve spoke nervously suddenly.

Dean unbuttoned the killer's hood and pulled it down, revealing a large patch of skin, "There were two moles, one of which was star-shaped, the size of a fingernail. ”

"Shet!" Steve stomped his foot hard, "Marcus has these two moles too!" ”

Dean's eyelids jumped, "Are you sure?" ”

Steve nodded heavily,

"Absolutely, yes!" Golan's expression became also very subtle, and every freckle was filled with great fear, "The three of us often take a shower together after playing basketball at school, and I have seen this birthmark countless times, even if I am blind in one eye, I will not admit it." ”

"According to what you say, this guy looks the same as Marcus except for his age, and he also has the same birthmark on his body, is he Marcus?" Jonathan forcibly withdrew his gaze from Steve and Nancy, who were clinging to each other, and rubbed his hair vigorously, "And who was killed last Friday?" ”

"Who is the real Marcus, or is it true that both are true, and Marcus killed himself?"

A series of maddening questions landed.

A faint cold wind whistled by, like a banshee's caresse, making everyone shiver and get goosebumps on their skin.

Dean wondered if this strange phenomenon had something to do with the badge, and his temples suddenly began to pound.

A bad premonition swelled up in his heart again, and his eyes swept towards the dark woods beside the road, and then smashed the kneeling Marcus unconscious with the butt of a gun, "Be careful, all lean! ”

The crowd, dizzy from the unsolvable question, instinctively obeyed his orders, hid behind him, raised their flashlights, and nervously shone the dark woods around them.

The popping sound of footsteps stomping on the snow and breaking dead branches was heard, and the flashlight illuminated another dark shadow in the forest on the left.

He is not tall, about 1.7 meters, wearing a green down jacket and jeans, his rough round face is full of freckles, small eyes, and the outline of his facial features are extremely familiar to a group of people.

But his eyes gleamed like a wolf's fierceness, and he carried a dark and bulky chainsaw in his hands, clearly ill-intentioned.

Steve raised his baseball bat in front of Nancy, and then turned his head to look at the good brother next to him, "Golan, who is this guy, and why does he look exactly like you?" Do you have an uncle? ”

"Hell uncle, I don't know him!" Goran unconsciously took two steps back, "Run, he's coming!" ”

The middle-aged version of Golan jerked the chainsaw starting rope.

Zizi... Zizi, the saw blade rotated and made a screeching noise, which frightened everyone's hearts and their faces were bloodless, and the man strode over with the chainsaw in both hands.

Bang bang!

Dean raised his gun and buckled, and several bloody holes burst out of the man's body and fell forward, and the chainsaw in his arms fell to the ground and rebounded, and the spinning saws sliced into his face.

Tear Lala –

In the sound of scalp-numbing mechanical cutting, blood splintered into the air like a fountain of broken bones and brains, and then fell to the ground and gathered into a pool of blood.

The man's upper body was cut in half by a chainsaw and fell to the ground, and when the moonlight shone, the red and black internal organs came out with billowing heat, like a hodgepodge.

Wow...

Barbara and Hala held their stomachs and vomited out the curry rice they had eaten on the spot, but then an even more dramatic scene occurred in front of their eyes - the horrific corpses, internal organs, and chainsaws suddenly seemed to be sucked into another time and space, and in less than a second, they completely faded into the air, leaving no trace.

There was no trace of blood on the ground, as if the thug with the chainsaw had never been seen before.

At the same time, "Marcus", who was originally in the crowd and was stunned by Dean, also quietly disappeared.

Only the icy night breeze gently blew the snow-capped branches and bushes.

A group of high school students swallowed saliva and fell into a stupor.

Dean frowned slightly, could it be that these two attackers were illusions?

No, both of them are clearly boiling with the light of life, and they are genuine living people.

Click...

Without allowing Dean to think too much, there was another rush of footsteps behind him, and a well-proportioned figure rushed out thirty meters away, wearing a flowing navy blue windbreaker, with retro cockscomb hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome appearance, but it was extremely familiar, and everyone looked confused.

"Isn't this Steve? Even you're here to join in the fun! Golan looked at his friend with a strange expression,

"Fuck it, idiot! Am I not standing here, that guy is not me! Steve rubbed his eyes vigorously, and saw the mature version of himself on the other side shake his wrist and turn the baseball bat in a circle, rushing over.

"Stand here and don't move."

Dean's warning sent a twitch to everyone's hearts, and then the wind blew on their faces, and they squinted their eyes, and when they opened their eyes, the second Steve was pressed to the ground, like a small animal that had been pressed down by a human, and there was no power to resist.

Dean's flaming eyes stared into Steve's eyes and asked, "Talk?" Who the hell are you and what do you want to do? Say it and I'll spare your life. ”

As if he didn't see him, Steve craned his neck as much as he could, and his bulging eyeballs looked at the group of high school students behind Dean, full of a strange desire and murderous intent, his mouth opening and closing and repeating mechanically, "Kill... Kill Steve... Kill him..."

Click.

Dean pinched his neck.

You killed Steve, Mastery +1, Combat lv4 (492/500)

The corpse turned into a burst of blue light and dispersed.

……

But this change is just the beginning.

There was a strange noise among the students, and a petite figure fell out of thin air above Nancy's head, and by inertia she was crushed to the ground, and the snowy dagger in her hand was raised high, and the cold light of the blade shone brightly, reflecting another face with bulging cheekbones and a thin face, but nine points similar to Nancy.

The dagger in her hand fell like lightning, stabbing her fragile neck with Nancy's screams.

But there was no blood and screams, an invisible mental shield protected Nancy's vital point, and the figure who swung the knife and attacked was violently bounced away, like a football that was shot out, thirty meters across the night sky, crashing into the trunk of a pine tree in the distance, and the branches and snowflakes shook and exploded into a piece of flesh and blood, turning into blue light and annihilation.

Dean, who teleported over, withdrew his left kick, and a hint flashed in front of him - you killed Nancy, proficiency +1, combat lv4 (493/500).

At this time, Jonathan and Steve couldn't wait to pick up their sweethearts left and right, and greeted eagerly, "Are you okay?" Hurt? ”

Nancy's frightened fawn-like red eyes swept over the two boys, and instead of leaning on either shoulder, she threw herself into the arms of her good sister Barbara, shaking her head, "Not hurt, but what happened just now?" Where did that guy come from? ”

"I saw that she had fallen from the sky," Catherine pointed to the top of her head with her pen, and the crowd looked at it in unison, only to see only a few stars in the night sky. ”

"Guys, why are there so many 'we' attacking for no reason, with guns, daggers, baseball bats? Am I having nightmares? Golan slapped himself with a loud "snap", then hissed and wailed, and a red slap mark appeared on Freckle's face.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank.

Everything is true, and tonight's bizarre, unexplained phenomenon is real.

Where did a young high school student ever have such an unscientific incident, he stood stupidly in place for a moment and stiffened, and his green face revealed dazedness.

Dean remained vigilant, and the faint uneasiness in his heart was not over.

Sure enough, another attacker immediately emerged from the woods on both sides.

This time it's no longer one, but a group of people at the same time, with Jonathan, Steve, Nancy... The faces of several students, but they all looked older than them, their eyes were full of anger, their mouths repeated the word "killing", and they were holding various murder weapons, sweeping in all directions, and countless turbulent footsteps and murmurs gathered among the trees, like the tide of a broken embankment.

Dean observed that even the same Jonathan was dressed and showed different ages, ranging from a young man with black hair in a trench coat to an old man with gray hair in a suit.

They are like futuristic killers from different planes!

But judging from the strength of their lives, they are just a group of ordinary people, and they can't break through the natural defenses of Dean's skin with all their strength, and there is no threat at all.

"Let's go, run to the Dodge, let's drive out of this place!" Dean motioned for the frightened crowd to follow, and he walked in front to release the life shield to envelop him, while the "shadow" hovered in the air above everyone's heads, pulling open seven telekinetic shields, silently protecting their bodies.

Dean casually shot two of them in the head, but without any proficiency hints, the shooting was increased to lv5, and killing ordinary people could no longer improve their skills.

"I can't run away, there are too many 'clones'!" Golan looked around at the horrific crowd around him, whose faces were still exactly the same as his own and his friends, as if they were standing in a maze of mirrors, looking at countless smooth mirrors, and the infinite ghosts appeared.

His eyes were red, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

And the others were no better, Tie blushed and followed Dean mechanically with a cold breath.

"Don't be afraid, follow me," Dean repeated as he snatched Steve's baseball bat, "I promise you're all safe and sound." ”

The group rushed to the Dodge behind them.

There was a cold light in the space in front of him, and seven or eight Jonathans surrounded him at the same time, and the dog-legged knives and baseball bats in his hands made a whirring sound and hit people, either disemboweling or poking bloody holes.

But their movements were as slow as a snail to Dean.

A silver light flashed in midair, and Dean spun on his toes and swung a baseball bat in his hand.

Bang bang bang!

It was like smashing an apple with a hammer, and all seven heads lined up exploded, and even the bones were smashed into pieces with great force, and the flesh and blood splashed into the air, and before they could land, they disappeared into the air with the seven headless corpses.

Proficiency +7.

Dean didn't have time to read the hints, and after solving Jonathan, the sky above the side of the team cracked weirdly, and a dozen giant Barbara weighing more than two hundred pounds fell like dumplings, and Roshan pressed down on the top of everyone's heads.

Dean leaped and kicked the pile of Barbara away, then landed at the back of the group, a fan-shaped shockwave of vibration energy that sent Hala away to the other eight who were shooting at him with pistols, and exploded inside them, shattering them to pieces.

Then Dean sprinted to the left and launched a fierce attack on dozens of Steves, spinning baseball bats in his hands, turning into humanoid meat grinders, rampage between countless clones, shattering countless flesh in an instant, like sharp scissors shearing wool.

The blood of the killers spilled in the night sky, hissed, turned into blue light and disappeared, and they did not come back to their senses until they died.

……

Surrounded in the center, Steve and Jonathan were a group of people, only to see afterimages sprinting and jumping around them.

It was as if there were several Deans protecting them at the same time, and the clone-like stray killers were as fragile as sheep, bursting one after the other, but they were endless, dying one batch, another coming out of the woods, and even descending from the sky, in a constant stream of pain and death.

But with Dean's persistence, everyone finally managed to get to the Dodge.

"Get in..."Catherine pushed the children into the car one by one, and finally sat in the driver's seat herself, Dean sat in the passenger seat, slammed the door shut, snapped her fingers, and no longer hid her power.

The invisible ripples around the body spread, and the abyss of illusion descended.

The power of the Phantom Snake enveloped a radius of ten meters, and the group of killers who had been frantically surrounding the car were frozen in place, motionless, allowing the Dodge to drive away quickly.

The "shadow" then flew out of the car window, curled up on all fours, and suddenly parted-

Zizi...

A vast amount of silver-white electric light radiated along his body, completely illuminating the pitch-black night sky, and the electricity converged into countless sharp silver harpoons, piercing through all the killers who were immobilized by the illusion.

In the trembling, fire, dancing fires and smoke, hundreds of figures exploded into brilliant fireworks and disappeared into the air, and the forest was quiet again.

Shadow has absorbed a large amount of Soul Essence, Lv3 (136→300/400).

……

There was a sound of relief in the Dodge car, and everyone who had been brain-dead before came back to their senses.

"God forbid, we actually escaped, you are such a superman, Dean, you must teach me both hands if you have a chance!" Steve, who was crowded in the back row, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was surprised to find that Dean in the front row had no sweat or blood on his body, "Where to go next, go to the police station?" ”

"Nope." Barbara hugged Nancy, who was sitting in her arms, and calmly analyzed, "How do we explain to the police when we go to the police station?" A group of people who look exactly like us attacked us? We have no proof, so we will be 100% taken as crazy, forced to see a psychiatrist, or even sent to a psychiatric hospital! ”

"Say it or not, I'm going crazy!" Golan and his girlfriend huddled together, their eyes wide and bloodshot, "A group of middle-aged and elderly versions are going to kill us, what do they want to do?" Kill us and take over our homes and parents? ”

"Calm down, don't cry like a child!" Jonathan punched Goran in the chest and looked at Dean again, "Man, you have an idea, where to go, we need to have a good discussion and sort it out, deal with the interrogation and the next crisis." ”

Dean had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Steve suggested, "Do you want to go to my house?" My parents weren't there during this time, and the house was big enough for everyone. When you get there, you can call your parents again! ”

The crowd exchanged a look, and no one objected,

Dean looked at Catherine who was driving and nodded, "Okay, let's go to Steve's house." I need to rest and relax. ”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the admiring gaze of a group of high school students around him, and looked at eighty percent of the progress of the "Hawkins Homicide", and couldn't wait to sink into the system.

(End of chapter)