Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Lighthouse Calendar Year 134, Thursday, May 7th.

Four days have passed since I encountered the wraith. Go to the church near the school to ask for holy water and gold finger identification

[Thin holy water] Due to the devout prayers of Orthodox believers, the liquid is contaminated with a trace of positive energy and has a slight killing effect on negative energy beings. (The energy dissipates after two days away from the prayer environment).

Disgusted, I won’t come next time.

Lighthouse Calendar Year 134, May 8, Friday.

Go to school, practice fighting skills, and confirm the optimal power consumption of "Indian Fighting Stick Technique" with an average consumption of 30 psionic points per hour. In theory, the combat life of "Indian Fighting Stick Technique" is more than 2 hours.

"Soul Whisper" has not responded to messages.

Lighthouse Calendar Year 134, May 9th, Saturday.

Browse the second-hand market and find nothing. Practice fighting skills, increase the amplitude of psychic energy output, and consume only 10 points of psychic energy. Dizziness, weakness.

The boss has not replied to the message yet.

It seems that I forgot something.

Lighthouse Calendar Year 134, May 10, Sunday.

Browsing the second-hand market, still found nothing. Once again, the spiritual energy was consumed to only 10 points left, empty. It is confirmed that all the psychic energy points cannot be used up, and the remaining 10 points or more are tentatively considered a safe range.

Luke rested briefly for an hour, and his psychic energy value gradually returned to 20. After several days of practice and testing, it was basically determined that under meditation conditions, 10 points of psychic energy could be restored every hour.

He lay on the bed slightly tired. He always felt that there was something he had overlooked in his mind, but he could not remember it.

What did I forget?

Luke thought hard for a long time, but still had no clue. He stood up irritably and walked back and forth in various rooms as a habit. As he walked, he looked up and suddenly saw a family photo placed directly above the front.

oh! ! !

damn it! ! !

There has been no word from this body's cheap parents for a whole week.

Because they had never gotten along before, Luke always subconsciously ignored the fact that he still had his parents. But according to the memories he absorbed, the daily affairs of the country farms were managed by the cowboys they hired. Occasionally, if there were matters that required Luke's parents to go back to deal with them, they would basically come back within three or four days, and Luke's mother was still there. He will be contacted frequently via landline.

Thinking of this, Luke quickly walked to the phone and dialed the farm's number.

As expected, couldn't get through.

Knowing that there are supernatural monsters in this world, Luke couldn't help but start to think, wouldn't it be so unlucky for a family of three to meet ghosts?

He then called the numbers of two nearby farms based on his memory, but was also unable to get through.

Luke hurried to his parents' room, found the yellow pages for Cheng County (the small city where the farm was located) in the drawer, and called the local police station.

After a few blind tones, the phone was connected, and a rough voice came from the other side: "This is the Cheng County Police Department. I'm Jones. How can I help you?"

Luke replied: "Hello, my name is Luke. I am a child of Williams Farm in the northwest of Cheng County. My parents went back to the farm to do errands a week ago and have not returned home yet, and the phone cannot be connected. You know that What happened over there?"

Jones lowered his voice slightly and said with some sympathy and comfort: "Little Luke, your father and I know each other, and he often talks about you. Four days ago, there was a thick fog near the Williams farm, and it has not dissipated yet. People from our police station have gone in to investigate several times, and every time they come out inexplicably. I have reported this matter to the FBI and asked for assistance, and they will arrive in a few days. Don't worry, this is Is your phone number correct? I’ve written it down and I’ll let you know when there are any new developments.”

Luke thanked Officer Jones and hung up.

Sure enough, something happened, something supernatural was involved.

If you were still a powerless high school student, it would be best to stay in Phoenix City and wait for news from the Sheriff. But now Luke is considered a qualified warrior after adding points and "Indian Fighting Stick Technique". Especially in supernatural events, he is even more useful than ordinary police officers with his identification and psychic abilities.

After all, Goldfinger also needs to constantly fight monsters to level up. If there are monsters, they will be struck by lightning.

After making up his mind, Luke first called Leonard and told him that there was something going on at the farm in his hometown and that he needed to go back as soon as possible and asked him to help him ask for a week's leave from the school. Leonard agreed without asking any further questions.

Then he began to sort out the items he would bring for the trip.

Winchester M1897, 5 boxes of lead bullets, 5 boxes of salt bullets, 100 bullets each. Lead bullets kill monsters, salt bullets kill ghosts.

A set of stab-resistant clothing purchased when I went to Uncle Sean's house for target practice.

Others include maps, water, food and other daily necessities.

After cleaning up, it was already 11:30 pm. Luke went back to bed and forced himself to fall asleep as soon as possible, preparing to drive back to the farm early tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Luke put the items he had prepared in advance in the car, looked at the map again, confirmed the route, and drove off in a hurry. The road system in the Lighthouse Country is very developed. Luke flew all the way and soon left the city, heading towards the vast uninhabited land in the forest along the winding road.

It was close to noon. Although he had been driving for four hours, Luke was only slightly tired from the high soul intensity. He turned on the car radio and listened to the dynamic rap selected by the black DJ on the radio to refresh himself. He turned it on and suddenly It was found that the road ahead was blocked by several large trucks and could not pass.

He parked the car and walked anxiously to the driver's seat of the truck in front. When he saw the driver sitting in the car waiting, he stepped forward, knocked on the glass, and asked, "Brother, do you know what happened in front?"

The truck driver rolled down the glass and stuck his head out. The long wait made him a little anxious. He frowned, his tone full of impatience: "There was a rear-end collision of three cars 1 kilometer ahead, and the entire road was blocked. We are waiting to be dealt with now."

Luke continued to ask: "Do you know when the traffic will be restored?"

Truck driver: "Probably a few hours."

Seeing Luke's anxious look, he said: "If you are in a hurry, you can turn around and go back 7 or 8 hundred meters. There is a small road over there that can pass through the congestion area. The big truck can't drive through, so I can only go here. Wait, or we can go together."

Luke thanked the other party and returned to the car. At this time, several more cars were waiting in line behind him. He quickly turned around and drove towards the small road the driver said.

After driving a few hundred meters, he found a small road, which was rugged and winding, extending deep into the jungle. He kept walking along the narrow road. After more than ten minutes, he found that the road ahead was blocked again. A blue-gray Ford Mustang collided with a white Renault Cabin, creating a car accident that blocked the narrow forest road.

Looking at the traffic jam in front of him, Luke cursed "shit" irritably and got out of the car to find the passengers in the car in front, trying to persuade them to move the car together and make way for him to pass. .

After getting off the car, he looked around and found that there was no one around. He shouted a few more times: "Hello. Is anyone there? Where have you been?" Again there was no response.

Luke continued to walk a few steps forward and discovered that two homemade simple tire breaker were thrown next to the white vehicle in front, and the tires were already flat. It looked like the white car was first punctured by a tire breaker and then rear-ended by the car behind it. This scene happened on a small road in the vast jungle. It was probably not a simple traffic accident.