Chapter 353

Alice gracefully walked south from the north entrance of the town along the only street in the town. Her body was surrounded by a sharp cone made of ice elements. There are hundreds of these sharp cones, and with each shot, new members will be generated to supplement the number of ice cones.

From the moment Alice stepped into the town, the massacre began. Panic quickly spread when the first ice cone plunged into the chest of a man sleeping in bed in a shed. No matter the old people, children, men or women in the town can escape the lock of Alice's breath. Once locked, the ice cone will drag the blue light to draw a beautiful track in the air. Finally, no matter where the target is running, lying or lying, the ice cone will hit the chest correctly. Then the ice element inside will release a lot of cold air and freeze the target into an ice sculpture.

When Alice came to the end of the street, there were no moving objects, and hundreds of ice sculptures stood behind her. They are like works of art by masters. Each ice sculpture perfectly interprets the expression of human beings in the face of despair.

Are they all dead?

Alice suddenly looked at a gas station next to the street. The convenience store in the gas station was quiet, but Alice felt a very faint biological smell in it. That breath was not obvious, looming and appearing from time to time. If she still shot with an ice pick, Alice was not 100% sure of hitting.

So she walked to the convenience store.

"Why hide? It's kind of kindness to die in my hands. At least I will let you die for a short time, and the pain will end in a moment. If my other companions take the shot, you will know what the real hell is." Alice's voice is very quiet, like the wind whispering.

But her words went into the convenience store, floated across the room, and finally into old Peter's ear. For the old man, this is undoubtedly the whisper of the devil.

Old Peter lit a cigarette for himself with a trembling hand, and then put it on his mouth and smoked hard. The pungent smoke turned around in his lungs, which made old Peter feel severe lung pain, but lifted his spirit.

He found a chair and put it in the direction facing the bedroom door. Old Peter sat on the chair with a cigarette and a gun. He leveled his rifle at the door, pressed his finger gently on the trigger, and decided to reward whatever came in from the door.

Then old Peter heard footsteps.

The sound of footsteps is very delicate, but it is crisp, like the sound of women's high heels hitting the ground.

When the sound came to the bedroom door, it suddenly disappeared, and then the door was opened, and a thin figure appeared outside the door. Almost at the moment when old Peter saw the figure, he pressed down the trigger, the rifle exploded a bright flame, and the bullet had been fired in the direction outside the door. Old Peter roared and fired again and again, as if to pour out his fear with the bullet.

But all of a sudden, old Peter felt cold in his chest. He looked down and saw a sharp ice cone go deep through his coat, into the mutant tissue, and finally into his chest.

The ice cone suddenly melted away, but released the cold of minus 20 degrees. In a moment, it stopped old Peter's inactive life function and turned him into the last ice sculpture in the town.

Before his consciousness disappeared, old Peter saw his bullet hovering in front of a woman in despair. She was covered with cold air, and the surface of the bullet had frozen, which could not hurt her at all.

Fortunately, Kim has gone. This was old Peter's last thought.

Alice went to the old man's body. She tore open the frozen and cracked coat and exposed the frozen mutant tissue on old Peter. If Alice had realized, "so it is."

In the wilderness, because of the lack of drug protection measures, ordinary people can easily grow mutant tissue. This layer of excess muscle tissue greedily absorbs the nutrition and vitality in the host like a parasite, but at the same time, because of the existence of such tissue, ordinary people can move on the radiation ridden surface at the cost of reducing their life by one-third or even nearly half compared with human beings in the old era.

But in the new era, the fatal is not the mutant organization, but the poor resources. Human beings can evolve in order to adapt to the difficult environment. Although the process of evolution needs to pay a price, they can finally survive. And life is wonderful, because with the shortening of life, the cycle of breeding offspring is also relatively reduced, so as to achieve the purpose of extending offspring. However, resources can not regenerate in a short time. Therefore, even if a body adapted to the environment is evolved, countless humans still die every day because of the lack of resources.

Alice and the like can't feel the exact breath of old Peter because the mutated tissue has occupied 80% of the body area of the old man, and the old man's vitality has little left, so Alice won't feel it.

Now, after killing the last person in the town, Alice walked out of the convenience store a moment later. She looked at the oil tank in the gas station and waved her hands after thinking about it. Blue light bands marked the ground, marking countless gullies on the surface of the street. After all this, Alice threw an ice cone at the oil tank. The ice cone opened a gap in the oil tank, so the poor gasoline flowed out of the gap and extended to other corners of the town along the gullies on the ground.

However, there is not much gasoline left, and less than a third of the land flows through the ground gullies and is declared dry. But that was enough for Alice. She turned and walked out of town and threw a high-energy grenade with a set delay of 5 seconds into the gas station.

When Alice walked out of the town, the grenade exploded and the fire waves rose to the sky, leaving the whole town in a sea of fire.

Somewhere in the wilderness, Kim's heart suddenly beat wildly. The motorcycle suddenly skidded around the corner and stopped. Kim put his foot on the ground. He took off his helmet and looked in the direction of the town. In that direction, he felt a strong unease.

Gold gritted his teeth, turned around and screwed up his horsepower to catch up with the direction of the town. So an hour later, he returned to the town, and then saw the ruins with residual flame.

The motorcycle was pushed to the ground by Jin and Jin rushed into the town. The gas station has turned into ruins, the explosion has lifted the convenience store to the sky, and the once familiar place has become a pile of rubble. Kim stood on the pile of stones and shouted old Peter's words. However, no one answered.

Kim shouted and stretched out his palm towards the ruins. He opened his fingers and finally clenched them into a fist. Suddenly, all the stones in the golden eye burst into powder. The impact of the explosion extinguished the nearby flame. Only metals and other organics were not within the influence range of gold ability, but were mostly distorted by the shock wave.

In this sand powder, Kim finally saw old Peter. But strictly speaking, Kim found only the body of old Peter.

Kim hugged the old man's body and wept bitterly. For him, the town was close to old Peter except his mother. But the grandfather like man has died. What king can't accept is that old Peter didn't die naturally, but was killed by someone.

So did the rest of the town. It was a massacre.

While crying, Kim suddenly felt something behind old Peter. He put old Peter on the ground and turned over again. But the clothes on old Peter's back have been torn off, and the back full of mutated tissue is engraved with such a jargon with a knife: do you like my gift?

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Fatal Frame!

Suddenly, Kim stopped crying and became unusually calm. But the clenched fist was clucking.