Eugene and the two followed the location of the road signs, followed the traces left by humans, and gradually got deeper into the clues of some waste and garbage.
After killing a humanoid monster, Liszt took the hatchet and chopped the thorns covered with twisted barbs to clear the way.
Eugene used a pistol loaded with special ammunition to guard the surroundings. The strange thing is that this neurotoxin has no effect on the enemies here. There will be no blue flames after piercing them. They are not infected.
"What on earth are these monsters? They're so scary."
She couldn't help but wonder, not only were there strange insects and some wild deer with split heads or bodies, but there were also some humanoid devils that couldn't speak and could only make low grunting and gasping sounds. It was too incredible.
"This is indeed a domain-like place, and now I have basically concluded that it does not come from an individual."
"It's a collection of evil things."
"Those people... are local residents. They are controlled by some kind of powerful consciousness, making them kill people who are lost here, or collect corpses, or maybe capture living people."
Liszt drove along, concentrating on talking to Eugene.
"How did you know?"
Their faces had been stained by some dust or remnants of cold-blooded insects from walking in the filthy forest.
Eugene didn't understand, and he didn't discover anything along the way, but Liszt seemed to gradually understand everything.
"The blood of insects and beasts here, or the blood of humanoid creatures, is different from normal humans in terms of color, moisture content and viscosity."
"At first, I just guessed that after finding many blood stains of ordinary people, this could only be the case."
"Those humanoid creatures will kidnap living people or collect corpses."
"I can only hope it's the former."
Liszt used a hatchet to cut off a thorn, and after enduring the barbs on it to lift it, he discovered the stone building in front of him that was entangled with vines. It was a very ordinary simple one-story square building, although the paint on the exterior wall had fallen off.
, but much better than some wooden houses.
"Go in and see if you find anything. Maybe it can be used as a temporary shelter."
Liszt was already walking forward.
"Shelter? Don't tell me you plan to stay here for a long time now."
Eugene didn't dare to think about what it would be like to stay in such a ghost place for a few more days. The level of eerieness here was unimaginable, not to mention hunting for weird and deformed creatures, and the thick black fog that enveloped everything. Without a flashlight, visibility would be difficult
lower.
She felt that the battery of the flashlight was slowly draining out, and the light emitted was getting weaker and weaker. She didn't want to touch the darkness in such a depressing environment.
"I didn't say that."
Liszt replied.
Perhaps due to being in a dark light area for a long time, Eugene suddenly felt a tinnitus, the kind of sharp and long metal scraping scream that slowly penetrated into the eardrums from the void.
"You should think of a way to leave. If this continues, let alone saving the young lady, whether we can survive or not is a question."
"Besides, the eldest lady is probably dead."
After Eugene said this, he felt something was wrong and rubbed his temples with his fingers, as he actually said such words.
"Be careful and stay focused."
"This jungle is more than just weird. It can also disturb people's thoughts."
"If this is the domain of a super infected person, then just kill him himself."
"But in this situation, I really don't know what to do. I can only take it one step at a time."
Liszt stopped talking nonsense and walked to the stone bungalow. Adhering to the principle of caution, he put his hand on the door and gradually increased the pressure in case there was something inside.
Sure enough, it seemed like something was blocking the door and it couldn't be opened from the outside. There was probably someone inside.
He held out his hand to Eugene and motioned for her to come over.
Eugene did not dare to neglect. He held a gun and carefully came to Liszt without making any footsteps, and nodded to him.
Liszt no longer hesitated, injecting power into his arm from another space, slashing it with a hatchet, and then kicked it to pieces.
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Around the huge roots.
Colin could see some traces of sacrificial rituals. Firewood was piled into a large triangle, and some exquisitely crafted sacrificial props were piled inside.
In one of the triangular piles of firewood, there was a woman wearing linen clothes who was kneeling and unaware of her life or death. Her withered white skin was covered with bruises and marks, and she was wearing a crown made of twigs on her head.
The tiny rhizomes extended by her huge roots seeped into her limbs and torso, seeming to be slowly wrapping her up and integrating her into the tree.
Colin stepped forward to see that she was still warm, and reached out to tear off the roots. As soon as he pulled out one, plasma overflowed from her body. This movement made him stop moving rashly, otherwise it would directly kill her.
But her breathing was extremely weak, she knelt down with her eyes closed tightly, and couldn't feel any pain. She seemed to be in a weird state.
As a fibrous stem was pulled out, the winding and pulling force from the main rhizome became stronger, dragging her inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Colin was stunned for half a second, then reacted, not daring to take a step slower, and directly cut off all the stems from the middle with a blood knife. Seeing that the woman had been disconnected from the mysterious plant, her breathing was disordered, and she showed signs of waking up.
But then those bald stems regenerated quickly and penetrated into the woman's body again, pulling faster.
Colin had no choice but to do any harm to the huge main rhizome. He thought quickly.
The disabled man showed no mercy, stepped forward and tore off all the beard stems with his non-disabled hand.
Click, click, click...
Blood holes burst out one after another on the woman's body, overflowing with blood. She couldn't even maintain a kneeling posture, and fell directly to the ground. It also decayed incredibly quickly, melting into a pool of black mud with only the skeleton left.
"You killed her..."
Colin grabbed the disabled man's collar, and he might be able to do something if he waits for a while.
The disabled man can only make a deafening scream.
He pointed at the huge stem, then pointed at the cane, then put the cane on his chest to indicate that it was being connected, and then made an expression of extreme pain, accompanied by a scream of exhalation from the lungs without vocal organs.
Colin couldn't understand it at all.
Anyway, this person is under his control and does not show any fighting ability.
He then took out a photo of Jessica, the mayor's only daughter, and gave the disabled man an almost threatening order. When he asked him if he knew this woman, he nodded, and he probably knew where she was.
Otherwise, Colin would use the same method just now to cut him in half.
The disabled man stopped making strange shouts and just nodded.
Only then did Colin let go of his hand.
sct, of course, they are just a bunch of madmen.
Although the Countermeasures Bureau may be just and not a kind person, they just promoted themselves to official agents. Those more new agents have nothing but names and tombstones with unrealistic achievements, and the infection is latent.
Most people with autism spectrum disorder are isolated from mainstream society, without family or friends.
Under this kind of control, they were forcibly dragged into the abyss of confrontation with SCT, their bodies were shattered into pieces, and they were never recovered. No one will miss them.
Because of the clues obtained by the Countermeasures Bureau, Colin agreed to work for them, but this was a cooperative matter, and no one could force anyone to order.
