When Ron listened to the hikers he rescued tell about their experiences in the Aare, he only listened casually to the country gossip, after all, strange anecdotes like this were common in the woods, most of them were false, and each hunter could tell several similar stories.

Now that it corroborates what Catherine said, Ron can't help but wonder, is there really a mysterious monastery in the mountains of Aare?

But this is not the point, the point is whether he and the villagers can live, as long as he lives, maybe he will have the opportunity to go to Aare Mountain in person in the future, and if he dies here, there is no point in talking about anything else.

"What the hell is going on in the village, and why are you hiding here? Catherine scooped her fingers out of an open can and tasted it, wrinkling her face as soon as she put it in her mouth and spitting it out, "Phew, this can is expired, right?"

Ron sighed and told him everything he knew.

This was the second time that their improvised hunting party had visited the village, and both times the members were not exactly the same, but both times it had Ron.

Last time, it was Ron who asked the police to check whether there were human components in wolf dung and bear dung, which made the police very unhappy, and at his insistence, the police still sent it for inspection, and it turned out that two pieces of feces did contain undigested human tissue and hair, Ron stubbornly raised suspicions, pointing out that this may be a dead person eaten by wolves and bears, not people killed by wolves and bears, but the police didn't bother to pay attention to him, otherwise how to verify such a large forest?

This time, the police called the team again, and he was always skeptical about the situation in the village, so he joined the hunting party and came to the village on foot with his teammates despite the road being blocked by boulders and trees.

They were all good hunters, and it was common for them to sleep in the open and travel long distances, and after a day and a night of travel, they were attacked as they were about to reach the village.

Late that night, only two or three hours before dawn, because it had been assumed in advance that there were wolves or brown bears attacking people in the forest, the five-man hunting party took turns to be on duty at night, and Ron was on duty at that time.

Usually when they hunt alone in the forest, they use some small mechanisms to set up around the camp to protect their safety, those who like to play high-tech use laser alarms, and those who like local methods use thin wires to tie cans, and when animals enter the camp range, block the laser or touch the thin wire, and the alarm bell will sound.

Not only did Ron and the others set up traps around the camp, but they also took turns on duty, which was supposed to be foolproof.

When he was woken up in the middle of the night by his companions, he sat by the campfire with a shotgun at his side, with his dog, Gavin, a faithful French wolfdog, who he had raised from a young age with a mouthful of goat's milk and meat and became his right-hand man.

In the middle of the night, when the forest was damp and cold, he wrapped his coat tightly, added firewood to the campfire, and in order to find something to do for himself, he wiped down the shotgun that never left his body.

Gavin, who was sleeping on his stomach, seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head and stared at the dark forest.

"What's wrong, Gavin?"

Seeing this, Ron also put down the cotton yarn and quietly opened the safety of the shotgun.

The night was dead silent, and since it was winter, there was not even the sound of insects.

A little off.

Ron's instincts warn him, and he hesitates to wake up his companions, but he wakes them up without any reason, and if nothing ends up happening, he will definitely be scolded by everyone and no longer trust him.

At this moment, all the mechanisms that had been set up were silent, and Gavin suddenly jumped up as if he had been stepped on by his tail and barked wildly.

Ron didn't see danger in front of him, so the danger must be from behind, so he subconsciously carried the shotgun to his shoulder and fired a shot from the back and upwards - he didn't shoot directly behind because there was a tent directly behind, and he was worried about accidentally injuring his teammates.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire woke the birds in the woods, and a scream rang out from the tent.

Ron turned to see a black shadow disappearing into the woods with a teammate who looked unconscious and bleeding from his neck.

He picked up the gun but didn't dare to shoot, still because he was afraid of accidentally injuring his teammates, not to mention that the black shadow was too fast, and he felt that even if he shot, he would not be able to hit.

The other three teammates woke up and stumbled out of the tent, only to see one tent covered in blood as if it had been torn apart by its claws.

The teammate thought it was the Brown Bear who did it, and picked up the shotgun to chase it, Ron swore it was a humanoid, but now was not the time to argue about this, the teammate was taken away, and he couldn't help but chase it.

He loosened Gavin's chain and let Gavin track the thing, but Gavin, who was usually brave and fearless even a brown bear, was unusual, whimpering with his tail between his legs.

Under his dead pull, Gavin reluctantly led them to follow.

Tracking was not difficult, as the blood of his companions was sparsely shed all the way.

They chased too quickly, everyone's physical strength was different, and slowly widened the gap, and Ron, who was chasing the front with the dog, only heard a continuous scream from behind, and stopped to look, only one teammate chased after him.

This teammate was John, who was now lying in the hospital, severely sane, but Ron didn't know it at the time.

The two of them knew that the situation was not good, this was definitely not the work of wolves or bears, and although animals knew simple tactics, they were by no means so smart.

In ten minutes, the two teammates disappeared mysteriously, and Ron and John unanimously decided that they couldn't chase after them in the dark, otherwise even the two of them might not survive, and if they couldn't survive, who would report the news? Who would pass on the danger in the forest?

They returned to the camp to find that it had been completely destroyed and that everything they had brought, especially the satellite phones, had been destroyed.

Gavin nervously barked nervously into the dark jungle, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west.

Dogs don't cheat, either they're surrounded by a plurality of enemies, or they're moving extremely fast, circling around them, looking for their flaws, or ...... Just to play on them.

But how is it possible for humans to be so fast? Neither can animals!

"Hee-hee-hee......"

"Giggle......

Something is laughing, like ...... A young woman, but with a strange voice, as if she was deliberately pinching her throat, and her voice was thin and high-pitched.

Ron and John were covered in cold sweat, and they understood that the enemy was deliberately playing tricks on them, appreciating their fears, and killing them at the speed at which the enemy had taken away the rest of their companions.

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