Only a newbie who doesn't understand anything would think that there is a crying girl who needs you to save.
In a hellish place like this, God knows when you go to rescue a so-called girl, how many flaps of her head will be split open and she will taste your flesh and blood with her tongue full of barbs.
Even if it's not a Cthulhu-type thing, it is still a banshee-type monster that can make your imagination expand in a physical sense with just one finger.
Although his mind told Mark that there would probably be no good results from taking care of this matter.
Mark was still desperate... and threw a 20-sided dice.
"Huh? How could this happen?"
The number thrown by the dice was surprisingly [20]!
This is strange.
Thinking that the dice had never tricked him, Mark gritted his teeth, took the gun in his right hand, and moved towards the direction of the cry.
Within two turns, Mark discovered that it wasn't a banshee, but... this thing was worth 20 points?
"Who?" Accompanied by a sound of "swearing" without any confidence, there was a ray of kerosene light, and a weak sentence: "I...I...I have weapons."
Mark was speechless. He paused for a moment and then asked tentatively: "Miss Haruca?"
"Male... no, Senior Destiny!?" There was surprise in his voice one second, but he immediately became wary the next: "Wait, how do I know you're not a man-eating monster?"
Mark almost laughed out loud: "If I were a man-eating monster, I would just ignore you and let you choke to death, and then I could eat your flesh at will."
"Pfft!" She must have thought it was funny. Little Baison couldn't hold it back. After laughing, she realized that the person being laughed at was herself. The shame of social death immediately flooded her soul again: "Don't,
Stop talking, I believe you. Come over here!"
Mark turned around and wanted to laugh when he looked at the fire stick in her hand that came out of an unknown fireplace.
"You don't even have the strength to lift this fire stick, do you?"
"I, I, wuwuwu..." Cunniu cried again.
After coaxing her a few words, Mark and her said in unison: "Do you know what happened?"
Both of them said at the same time: "..."
Mark sighed: "You say it first."
"I ran out crying, crying, and found that Jenny was missing. When I looked up, it was dark. I don't know why she was here."
"It's the same for me. I end up like this after washing my face in the bathroom."
There were tears pouring from the corners of the eyes of the Bison girl, and she said weakly: "Senior, can I trust you?"
Mark was embarrassed: "I'm not a big hero, and I'm not qualified to protect everyone. But I will try my best to take care of you."
There is no absolute commitment, but a real commitment.
For some reason, this stupid girl felt very at ease.
At this time, she pointed to the window on the outer wall of the college.
"Senior, tell me, is it possible for us to break the window and escape outside the college?" Miss Bison suggested in a low voice.
Well, it doesn't sound like there is no room for maneuver at all.
Just as Mark was observing the window, a bloody handprint suddenly appeared on the glass window on the facade of the college building, and a black shadow flashed past, accompanied by a burst of gloomy laughter.
"Ah!" Miss Bison exclaimed, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out.
Golden light emerged from the muzzle of the revolver and hit a dark figure outside the window.
Miss Bison was frightened again by the sound of gunshots, so she squatted back and sat down like a duck.
Mark ignored this stupid girl. He looked out of the broken glass hole. Not to mention the existence behind the glass, even the bloody handprints on the dusty glass bed disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace behind.
any trace.
Mark's marksmanship is not weak, and this has nothing to do with time travel.
Before traveling through time, he went to the gun club from time to time to practice shooting.
Live ammunition shooting is every boy's dream.
After getting used to the heavy weight of the revolver, the hit rate is quite high. The only problem is that the shooting speed is still slightly slow.
Mark was sure: If that thing had an entity, he should have hit it just now.
No, even if it is a spirit body, the other party cannot be fine.
Because this was the sacred pistol left to him by his grandfather, he asked for 48 rounds of special bullets before Albert left. These bullets, blessed by the Bishop of Light, have considerable lethality against ordinary evil spirits.
It's a pity that he was lonely.
"What is that!?" Stupid girl's voice trembled.
"That's probably... the border!"
Even if this is just a guess, Mark feels that he is not far off from guessing.
A college that looks like the real world cannot have unlimited space like the real world, and people who are trapped can easily run away.
It is the most efficient way to lock the victim in a relatively small place and kill him in some way.
Inside, he can't hurt anything outside the 'border'. If he dares to cross the border, nothing good will happen.
Mark didn’t hesitate and grabbed the Byson girl’s arm: “Let’s go.”
"Where to go?"
"The gunshot just now will attract unnecessary things. If you don't leave, you may never be able to leave."
Following the footprints they had walked not long ago, Mark and the two turned around and walked toward the bathroom.
Sure enough, not long after they left the area, they heard a burst of noisy footsteps approaching the place where the shots had just been fired.
Mark frowned: "The guy who came here doesn't look like an [abnormal]!"
Miss Bison, who had originally been thinking about putting on a show of "power in numbers", was so frightened that she and Mark hid on a high cabinet on the left side of the bathroom door, looking out through the hollow of the collapsed door.
Half a face. She saw something that looked very human, but not very human.
Although the surroundings were quite dark and the ground was filled with an ominous mist, the light from the lantern illuminated the face of the person.
They were three senior students wearing the uniforms of the Shingun University next door. Shingun University is the common name, and the full name of the university is [University of Praise of Light and Night]. As soon as you hear it, you know that it is a place that trains Shinguns.
At this moment, three students who may aspire to be priests or even bishops in the future are wearing the purest white priest robes, but doing the most vicious work.
They held a tomahawk dripping with blood, a machete with a chipped hole, and a warhammer stained with flesh and blood, looking for Mark and Mark everywhere like maned dogs.
Don't think that they just used such weapons to physically exorcise ghosts, because normal people would never have eyes as red as rabbits.
The bloodshot eyes in their eyes were dense and thick, and "tears of blood" mixed with blood and tears were constantly dripping from the corners of their eyes.
As soon as they appeared, Miss Bison almost screamed out of fright.
The big hand of the male god in her mind tightly covered her small mouth.
"Shh!" Mark made a silencing gesture with his left hand. The revolver he held in his right hand was aimed steadily at the man with red eyes holding the hammer.
Mark doesn't want to go to war with these obviously abnormal guys, but there are always some encounters that are not based on human will.
The little Bison girl seemed to be frightened. She curled up in Mark's arms and trembled slightly. She was so stunned that she didn't say a word.
The two of them just watched quietly as the three people's boots stepped on the debris on the ground, making a crunching sound as they approached the bathroom.
"The footprints are in this direction!"
Sure enough, they followed the footprints and followed them.
The stupid little Bison girl's eyes widened, and she slowly turned her head to look at Mark. She finally understood why the situation was so urgent just now, but Mark played a little trick before hiding in the end...
The three of them entered the bathroom in a zigzag formation and soon discovered a series of messy footprints on the floor. Those were the footprints left by Mark when he first entered this hellish place when he inspected the surroundings. But there was another series of two, one large and one small.
The set of footprints extended from the outside, all the way to the bathroom window on the outer wall of the college.
"Damn it! They actually went out?" The red-eyed madman holding a machete almost instinctively leaned out half of the window along the wide open window...
His consciousness stayed at this moment.
Because with a deafening scream, his vision fell into eternal darkness.
Seeing that abnormal student from the school next door suddenly lost his head in less than half a second, his body collapsed and fell back into the bathroom, with blood spurting out from the scar as big as the mouth of a bowl, Miss Bison almost screamed on the spot.
Call it out.
The only thing stopping her is her reason and Mark's hand.
In fact, it was Mark's greatest luck to be able to trick an enemy into foolishly sticking his head out to send him away.
He was indeed ready for war. After all, in a relatively narrow space like the bathroom, Mini's lethality increased instead of decreasing.
It's just that he is not willing to use the weakened doll lady, and prefers to use her as a trump card.
At this moment, Mark was very surprised to hear the voice of the girl in his arms.
"No... no! Don't come over! Don't come over!"
Miss Bison didn't shout a word in reality, but she just generated an [abnormal] power.
The fog is getting thicker!
The two people, who had become even more angry because of the sudden death of their companion, suddenly felt confused in their brains, their vision was blurred, and the thinking beacon seemed to have suffered some severe interference and fell on the spot. Amidst the rapid feeling of weightlessness, the two people,
Lost control of his body.
As if they were drunk, their bodies showed a subtle sense of disharmony.
The next second, the two of them rushed out of the bathroom in a strange way, taking steps that felt like they were not recognizing their relatives.
"Are we...safe?" Miss Byson's voice was filled with tears.
"Probably." Mark didn't understand what happened.
Just when they thought they had escaped an encounter, about thirty meters outside the door, in the direction they had just escaped from, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, followed by two screams.
The nerves between Mark and Mark were once again tense to the extreme.
I didn’t know what the ghost was, but in the mist, through the light of the kerosene lamp that fell on the ground, I seemed to see a big mass covering the two "red-eyed rabbits".
Mark and Bison looked at each other and asked each other with their eyes: What is that!?
It wasn't until the creepy sound disappeared again, and another five minutes passed, that Mark had the courage to take Miss Bison over.
The entrance to the dining hall was in a mess.
As expected, I saw two bones that had been devoured by something.
The Bison girl almost fainted from the bloody scene, but Mark noticed that the two victims had lost their leg bones...
