Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 6 I Forgot Something
Lighthouse Calendar 134, May 5th, Thursday.

It has been 4 days since I encountered the wraith.Go to the church near the school to ask for holy water, goldfinger identification

[Thin Holy Water] Due to the pious prayers of Orthodox believers, it is contaminated with a trace of positive energy liquid, which has a slight killing effect on negative energy life. (The energy dissipates after two days out of the prayer environment).

I hate it, I won't come next time.

Lighthouse Calendar 134, May 5th, Friday.

Going to school, practicing martial arts, confirming the average consumption of the optimal power of "Indian Fighting Stick", 1 hour and 30 psionic points, theoretically, the combat life of "Indian Fighting Stick" is more than 2 hours.

"Soul Whispers" has not yet responded to the message.

Lighthouse Calendar 134, May 5th, Saturday.

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

The boss has not responded to the message yet.

It seems that I forgot something.

In the 134th year of the lighthouse calendar, May 5, Sunday.

Browsing the second-hand market, still nothing.Consume the psionic energy again until only 10 points are left, empty.Confirm that the psionic energy cannot be used up completely, and the remaining 10 points or more is tentatively considered a safe range.

Luke rested briefly for an hour, and his psionic energy gradually recovered to 20. After several days of practice and experimentation, it was basically confirmed that under the condition of meditation, he could recover 10 psionic energy per hour.

He was lying on the bed a little tired, and he always felt that there was something he had overlooked in his brain, but he couldn't remember it all the time.

what did i forget
Luke thought hard for a long time, but still had no idea.He stood up irritably, and walked back and forth in each room habitually. As he walked, he raised his head, and suddenly saw a family portrait placed directly above him.

Oh! ! !
damn it! ! !
There has been no news from the cheap parents of this body for a whole week.

Because he has never gotten along, Luke always subconsciously ignores the matter of his parents.But according to the memory he absorbed, the daily affairs of the rural farms are managed by the cowboys they hired. Occasionally, there are affairs that Luke's parents need to go back to deal with, and they will basically come back within three or four days. Will be in regular contact with him by landline.

Thinking of this, Luke hurried to the phone and dialed the number of the farm.

Unsurprisingly, I 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 that a family of three hit ghosts?
Then he called two nearby farms based on his memory, but they couldn't get through either.

Luke hurried to his parents' room, found the phone yellow page of Cheng County (a small city where the farm is located) in a drawer, and called the local police station.

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

Luke replied: "Hello, my name is Luke, and I'm a child from Williams Farm in the northwest of Chengxian County. My parents went back to the farm a week ago for business, and they haven't come home yet, and the phone can't be connected. You know that Did something happen over there?"

Jones lowered his voice slightly, and said with sympathy and comfort: "Little Luke, I know your father, and he often mentions you. There was a thick fog near the Williams farm four days ago, and it hasn't dissipated yet. We People from the police station have gone in to investigate several times, and they came out inexplicably every time. I have already reported this matter to the FBI for assistance, and they will arrive in a few days. Don't worry, this is you Your phone number, right, I’ve written it down, and I’ll let you know if there’s any new progress.”

Luke thanks Officer Jones and hangs up.

Sure enough, something went wrong, involving supernatural events.

If he is still a high school student with no hands to govern, it is best to stay in Phoenix and wait for news from the sheriff.But now Luke is already considered a qualified fighter after adding points and the bonus of "Indian Battle Stick Technique".Especially in supernatural incidents, he is even more useful than ordinary police officers with identification and psychic abilities.

After all, Goldfinger also needs to constantly fight monsters to upgrade, and if there are monsters, it will be struck by lightning.

After making up his mind, Luke first called Leonard and told him that there was something wrong with the farm in his hometown, and he needed to go back as soon as possible, and asked him to help him ask for a week off from school.Leonard didn't ask much, and agreed.

Afterwards, he began to organize the items to be brought on this trip.

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

A set of stab-resistant suits I bought when I went to Uncle Sean's house to shoot targets.

Others include daily necessities such as maps, water, and food.

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

In the early morning of the next day, Luke put the items prepared in advance into 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 drove all the way, and soon left the city, heading towards the vast no-man's land in the forest along the winding road.

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

He stopped the car and walked anxiously to the driver's seat of the truck in front. Seeing the driver waiting in the car, he knocked on the glass and asked, "Dude, do you know what happened in front?"

The truck driver rolled down the glass and poked his head out. The long wait made him a little anxious.He frowned, and his tone was full of impatience: "There was a series of rear-end collisions by three vehicles 1 kilometer ahead, and the entire road was blocked. Now we are waiting for processing."

Luke continued to ask: "Do you know when traffic will resume?"

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 meters. There is a small road over there that can pass through the congested area. Big trucks can't drive through, so I can only go here Wait, or we can walk together."

Luke thanked the other party and returned to the car. At this time, there were already several cars waiting in line behind him. He hurriedly turned around and drove towards the path the driver said.

After driving for a few hundred meters, he found a small road, which was rugged and winding, and spread all the way to the depths of the jungle. A blue-gray Ford Mustang and a white Renault Cabine collided, creating a crash scene that blocked the narrow forest path.

Looking at the traffic jam ahead, Luke irritably cursed "shit", got out of the car and looked for the passengers in the car in front, trying to persuade them to move the car together first, 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?" There was also no response.

Luke continued to walk a few steps forward, and found two homemade simple tire breakers thrown beside the white vehicle in front, and the tires were all dry.It looked like the white car was blown out by a tire breaker before being rear-ended by the car behind.This scene happened on a small road in the vast jungle. I am afraid it was not a simple traffic accident.

(End of this chapter)