Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Chapter 15 Seven strange stories of the second night

A large number of dead people formed a scene like hell on earth.

The strong breath of death caused Lin Hun’s brows to frown slightly.

He could feel that a certain horrible existence was being conceived by this breath of death.

But when he calmed down to perceive it earnestly, he didn’t notice the existence of anything.

Also tried to observe using Future Vision.

Lin Hun found that there was no change in the future.

he knows.

I’m afraid this community can’t stay any longer.

“The community where I live seems to be the worst-hit area of ​​treacherous incidents. The number of deaths is beyond imagination. There is definitely a deep meaning in it, but I am not suitable for exploring this place now.”

Lin Hun is very calm.

He didn’t think he was invincible just because he possessed ghost puzzles and organ power.

“leave.”

Turning and walking out of the complex, Lin Hun walked in the other direction.

He was looking for a safer habitat and slowly waiting for the arrival of night.

“The identity of the first person has been determined!”

At this time, in a secret meeting room.

Several elderly people in formal attire sat around a large conference table.

On the large display in front of the conference table.

Shows a handsome, indifferent young man.

The youth is not someone else, but Lin Hun.

Below his head, there are lines of information about him.

Name, age, hobbies, hobbies, life experience.

Densely densely detailed.

“From the perspective of character experience, Lin Hun is a very ordinary young man, young and motivated, and capable, but he is definitely not top-notch, so why can he stand out among hundreds of millions of people and become the strongest player in the world? Woolen cloth?”

The old man who spoke was wearing a military uniform, with eyes that looked like a falcon, looking at Lin Hun’s information, gleaming with a deep light.

“The world restarts, and the dark side world descends. Those treacherous existences are difficult to analyze by modern technology. Maybe this Lin Hun has a certain talent to deal with treacherous things better, so that he can become the first existence on the first night. .”

Another old man in a white coat pushed his glasses, his wise eyes glowing with interest.

“If we can let him cooperate with the experiment, maybe we can crack his secrets and gain the power to check and balance tricky.”

“I object.”

Another old man supported his chin with his hands folded, his eyes deep.

“The other party already has even a ghost puzzle, which is not something ordinary people can contend with. If you rashly take action against him, it will only cause him to emotionally rebound. At such a time, doing such a thing will only make the already precarious social order. Even more shaken.”

“Then what do you mean?”

The old man in the white coat asked the old man.

“Sometimes, the relationship between people is better than any sword and gun. We can try to use a softer way to make him our person.”

The last old man smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

“I have dispatched my capable officers, and I believe she will hear good news soon.”

…………

The golden Uzi fell, and the moonlight descended.

The city that was supposed to be brightly lit today is like a ghost, and it’s pitch black.

The living people shuddered and shuddered at home watching the approaching dangerous time.

The dead…maybe shouldn’t be called human existence, waiting for the end of the time limit and eager to try.

Fear is coming.

Only oneself can save oneself.

Gudong! Gudong! Gudong!

In a park, Lin Hun poured a glass of milk into his belly and belched comfortably.

Today he experienced the life of a tramp.

Sleeping on a park bench, eating and drinking are all items from the vending machine on the side of the road.

Feel the words.

good.

It’s just that the bench is a bit too hard and it’s not very comfortable to sleep.

“At seven forty-five, there are fifteen minutes left.”

After checking the time, Lin Hun got up from the bench and moved his muscles and bones a bit.

The safety time is coming to an end.

The existence of terror is about to become active again.

He also wants to start his work.

Hunt for treacherous.

The photographer’s existence is like a sword of Damocles hanging from his head.

Let him dare not relax in the slightest.

He must raise his strength to the black disaster level within a month.

To become stronger, you must get more ghost puzzles and awaken more organ powers.

Although doing so is a bit tricky.

But if he didn’t die, he would only have one month left.

when! when! when!

The sound of a death knell rang in my ears.

An icy chill came.

The time has come to eight o’clock in the evening.

A blood-colored light lit up on the phone screen, and a line of text slowly burned like flames.

[The game officially begins! 】

[The second night][Night of Recovery][Every city has its own urban legends, and the cruel truths hidden in these legends, go and explore! Find the urban legend, persuade or super, your choice will determine the course of this city. 】

[Task loading…][Your city has strange stories: the last train, night classroom, patients, overtime, wandering dolls, diaries, midnight butchers. 】

[You can activate the task by triggering. 】*