Devil Seeds

  Chapter 305 Only props can be used? (Make up for the monthly pass of the previous month and add more!)

  The aircraft seems to be automatically controlled by a machine, without any guidance and guidance personnel.

  But according to the 'gossip' found on the Internet, the moment the text message was received, further assessment had already begun.

   Any resource that cannot be popularized is limited.

  Even if it is unlimited, it is controlled and will never be used indiscriminately.

   Therefore, it is not that simple to enter the reserve team of the Ghost Killing Team.

  Most people, even if they have obtained training qualifications, will leave the sky tree after the training, return to the pigeon cage, and become a member of a certain firm.

  Responsible for cleaning up D-level or below 'trash fish'.

  Of course, the weirdness of D-level is already very scary and powerful.

   Therefore, the death rate of ghost hunters in ordinary offices has always been high.

  In order to perform well, at this moment most people are standing neatly and in strict order at the door, waiting for the door of the training camp to open.

   There are also very few people who deliberately wander around, making a gesture of observing the environment.

  Obviously, few of those who were able to escape with their lives in weird attacks were fools.

  Accompanied by an electronic sound, the door slowly opened.

  A giant arc-shaped building slowly rises from the ground.

  Everyone quickened their pace and walked to the arc-shaped building.

  There are many electronic eyes on the building, scanning the identity information of the visitors.

   Then open a few doors.

   It seems to be asking all the students to go in.

   After everyone has entered, the doors are all closed.

  In the dark space, there is no light.

   Someone took out a mobile phone and wanted to shine a light, but found that the mobile phone had failed, could not be turned on, and could not emit light.

  An electronically synthesized voice sounded overhead.

   "A ghost has sneaked in among you."

   "Now, catch this ghost within an hour, or everyone will be eliminated!" The voice was cold and ruthless, and then there was no more movement.

  At first everyone was just silent.

  After about five or six minutes, someone started to get uneasy.

   Their breathing became heavy, they began to walk back and forth anxiously, and even had physical collisions and conflicts with some people around them.

   Immediately afterwards, someone made a noise.

   "Are you kidding, you can't see anything, how do you find that bastard!" Someone roared angrily.

   Some people were terrified: "No... I don't want to die! Why do you lock me up with ghosts, save me... I really... really will die!"

  Some people are praying to the gods of faith.

   "That! I want to ask a question, do you think... ghosts are the same as us, or are they different?" A voice that seemed to sound a little uncomfortable suddenly sounded.

   "Asshole! What do you want to say? Don't play tricks here." A grumpy guy shouted.

The little shou-like voice said: "I'm thinking, if the ghost is like us and can't see anything here, then at least he can't distinguish us. As long as we don't make a sound, it will be difficult for him to hurt us all. If he is different from us, can everyone not move around and let this ghost expose himself?"

   As soon as this sentence was finished, someone sneered and questioned.

   It is really such a method, it seems too naive, and it is too easy to be broken.

  There are more than 300 people, and they are not professionally trained elite fighters. How can they be uniform?

   "If you can't tell the difference between a human and a ghost... it's enough to kill everyone except me!" said a cold voice.

  This sentence directly aroused even more raging anger.

  Many people searched for the source of the sound, trying to knock this guy down.

   After being so noisy, another half an hour passed, and some people even smeared and engaged in some muddle-headed fights, and their faces were covered with blood.

  The space suddenly brightened.

  A middle-aged man with a goggle on his head, sloppy hair, a black leather jacket, and a scarf stood on the podium in the middle of the entire space.

   "Now, those whose names I read, please return home immediately, you have been eliminated."

   After finishing speaking, the man started to read the name directly.

"How is it possible! Are you kidding me... I borrowed a million usury loans to participate in the training. How can I pay back the money if I go out like this?" That man is reasonable.

   Beep!

  A laser beam hit the student directly.

  The laser pierced his chest.

  The student died! As he wished, he didn't have to pay back the money.

  The mechanical arm flipped out from under the floor and pulled the student's body into the floor.

  The original voice of doubt quieted down.

  Although the person whose name was read was unwilling, he still had no choice but to walk to the door and leave the space.

  After reading the name, the number of students is reduced by half.

   "Is there anyone who wants to withdraw voluntarily now? If you choose to withdraw at this time, I can make the decision and give each person a subsidy of 30,000 yuan." The middle-aged man said.

   Naturally, no one moved.

  The majority of those who dropped out of school on the spot after their names were read just now were aborigines.

   Monks are very few.

   "There was no such link in previous years."

   "However, you are lucky this year, and the number of people selected has been increasing sharply, so this link has been added. Some of the poor quality and possible waste of resources should be excluded first."

"You are the winners, so you don't have to fight against them and feel resentful for them. If they stay, the resources and subsidies that should have been distributed to you will be cut by at least half." Between the middle-aged man's three or two sentences, it was like the leftovers. Those who come down have their minds settled.

   "Time is limited, let's start the first lesson now."

"Restraining fear is a psychological state that we must master at all times! Darkness, the unknown, and extraordinary abilities all make us feel fear. Once we feel fear and cannot think calmly, we will be at the mercy of others. So in the test just now Among them, those who cannot get used to the darkness and lose their sense of proportion in the darkness, their qualifications are not good. Even if they can be trained, they will not be able to join the ghost killing team in the future." The middle-aged man said.

  Seeing that no one made a sound, no one asked, he continued: "Hunting...or temporarily eliminating and sealing ghost disasters is the basic purpose of my training you here."

   "In order to achieve our goal, we need to borrow some props. They are special equipment formed by combining some weird cores with weapons developed by the weapons department. And using special equipment requires paying an equal price."

  The middle-aged man talked endlessly, and he didn't seem to want to interact with the students very much.

  It is just a mechanical transfer of knowledge.

  At this time, a student suddenly raised his hand.

  The middle-aged man had to interrupt the lecture, and then dissatisfied: "What's your problem?"

  The student asked in a voice with a weak accent: "Teacher, can we only use props to hunt ghosts? Can we rely on our own strength to defeat the weirdness?"

  When this question was raised, the spirits of almost all the students were lifted.

   are waiting for that answer.

   The third watch in the morning has arrived, and we will continue in the afternoon!

  (end of this chapter)