Chapter 286: Strange Camp

The sky gradually darkened, and the red moon rose.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of carriage bells, the long convoy slowly moved along the mountain valley.

The environment became darker and darker, and only the gas lantern hanging on the front of the car still emitted a pale light.

Lynch certainly would not tell them the truth. After the reminder of the two ladies, he became more vigilant, carefully hiding himself, and carefully calculating the possible flaws of these people.

These people did not show any awareness. They were all a group of professionals. They had a lot of fun playing the code-breaking game. Even the unsociable Salin contributed a lot of ideas. Unfortunately, they lacked key elements and could not break through the objective limitations. In the end, there was no result.

Until the end, everyone lost interest one by one, accompanied by the monotonous sound of bells and horse hooves, and fell asleep in the bumpy carriage, but Lynch had just been confused for a while, and suddenly realized that there was a faint light flickering in the darkness in the distance.

"We're here."

The driver's shout woke up the half-asleep passengers. He immediately raised the gas lantern and waved it towards the back. Soon, cheers broke out in the convoy behind.

The bumpy journey finally ended, and the destination, the Rift Ridge Valley, had arrived.

This is a valley of several square kilometers, with a barren environment, but a simple building has been built in the valley. Although it is called a simple building, it looks better than the shacks where many poor people in the King's District live.

It is said that this was the former frontier survey station of the Norlin-Rhine Railway. Later, many accidents occurred during the survey, and more than 20 people died. Later, strange things were found in the mountains, and finally this line was abandoned.

However, the survey camp "happened" to be left for the archaeological team to use in the next few days.

There is a small lake on one side of the valley, and a large open space surrounded by fences on the other side. Three rows of houses were built in the shape of a "gate" on the open space.

At this time, a bonfire had been lit in the middle of the three rows of houses. There was a grill next to the bonfire, and a poor fat sheep was hanging on the grill. It had been roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. The aroma drifted in all directions. The convoy could smell it from afar before it got close, causing Carl Jones and the rude bearded Jack to howl, and even the elegant Rooney's throat moved.

Behind the bright bonfire, warm lights also shone from the three rows of houses. There were obvious signs of cleaning on the windows and the ground. It seemed that Mayor Howard had arranged people to clean the site in advance.

After several hours of bumpy ride, what could be more tempting than a clean house, a warm bonfire, and fragrant food?

Of course, it was a large barrel of fine wine.

From a distance, several large barrels were piled near the bonfire, and it seemed that the fragrant wine aroma could be smelled just by looking at it.

This made Lynch have to admit that from the perspective of treatment alone, Howard was still a good employer. At least he provided the best treatment throughout the process and was thoughtful. In comparison, the factory owner like Speaker Grant who desperately squeezed employees was far behind.

"Haha, we are here. Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for your generosity."

Carl Jones whistled at the camp from a distance to inform the people in the camp. Before the carriage approached the fence, he turned around and said to everyone:

"Let's get ready first, have a good meal and celebrate our official start of work. It will end on time at 11 o'clock. Dr. Jenna will host the combat meeting. After the meeting, everyone will have a good rest and set off early tomorrow morning. It is best to solve the problem in one day. If it is really impossible, it cannot exceed three days, otherwise the ceremony will fail. Dr. Jenna, this arrangement is okay, right?"

The doctor had already put away the strange black notebook and nodded indifferently. The silent understanding made Lynch narrow his eyes thoughtfully, but he didn't say anything.

Because he was thinking about another problem.

The whistle was blown, and the convoy arrived at the gate. Where was the person who greeted them? Why didn't they open the door yet?

Did they fall asleep after waiting too long? But with such a large amount of work, there must be more than one person coming. It's impossible that they all fell asleep.

Carl Jones frowned, jumped off the car first, rushed over a few steps to open the fence gate, signaled the convoy to enter, and then caught the rapier thrown by Dr. Jenna behind him, holding the scabbard and approached the fire.

No one said anything, but the joy of arriving at the destination just disappeared in an instant, but Lynch's heart was already covered with a layer of haze.

Something is wrong.

It shouldn't be that something went wrong as soon as they arrived.

The carriage stopped by the campfire, and the others jumped off the car silently. Dr. Jenna waved to arrange for other vehicles to enter, and including Lynch, the other five people gathered by the campfire consciously.

The time was calculated very accurately. The sheep was already roasted and the aroma was overflowing. The temperature was just right, and the campfire was burning very vigorously. It should have been lit not long ago.

There was indeed wine in the barrel, including red wine, beer and strong liquor. The beer was still foamy and should have been opened no more than fifteen minutes ago.

His eyes quickly swept across the ground. There were no signs of fighting or blood. It couldn't be more normal.

But where were the people?

Big-nosed Jack kept twitching his nose, but finally shook his head. The lonely Salin muttered something in his mouth, but also found nothing.

There was a slight sound across the campfire, and Carl walked out of the barracks with a sword in his hand, shaking his head in the face of the expectant eyes of several people.

The camp was empty.

"No smell of blood." Avoiding the workers who got off the car one after another, Jack Adams reported in a low voice.

"There is no remnant of the secret method either." Salin also said indifferently.

"Strange, where would they go? According to the plan, there should be six workers here to meet us." Carl Jones frowned and thought, "They won't just pack up and leave."

"Impossible, these people have obviously just left." Rooney immediately denied, "I observed it when I came in. There is only one road we took. If they come out of the mountain, we will definitely meet them, unless they go to the other side."

"It's a deep mountain over there, there is no reason for them to go in."

Dr. Jenna has arranged the workers. These ordinary people don't know what happened yet. They think everything is normal and are happily allocating rooms. Only the seven people in the archaeological team are gathered around the campfire with gloomy expressions:

"Could it be that they all died suddenly before we arrived?"

The camp is still the warm camp, but how much it was worth looking forward to just now, how weird it is now. Six living people disappeared without any signs, as if they were eaten by the camp.

Huh, is this to welcome my arrival? I'm dressed like this, but I can't escape the mysterious pursuit?

Realizing that now was not the time to hide his weakness, Lynch sighed, raised his round fan and took a step, and began to pace around the campfire.

[Power, death, ability, perception of death. ]

See the death scene within 24 hours around you. The closer the time is, the clearer the scene will be.

The ability is activated, and the eyeballs turn pure white. Lynch can only see black and white in front of him. Countless black silks crawl all over the edge of his vision, and there are gloomy and strange whispers in his ears.

"The breath of death is not here. They are not dead, at least not here."

After walking around the camp, Lynch shook his head regretfully. Dr. Jenna and Carl sighed helplessly. Just as they were about to say something, they saw the eyes behind the round fan change.

"No, wait."

Lynch noticed that he did not see the death scene in front of him, but he always felt that a certain direction was worth looking forward to. It should be another strange increase brought by the divine power. Lynch no longer hesitated, maintained the ability to perceive death, made a gesture of following me, and circled to the back of the camp.

Around the camp is a forest, but the forest is not deep, only a few dozen meters. After passing through it, the view is suddenly open, and there is a bare cliff.

The moment I approached the cliff, there was a flash of light in front of me.

For some reason, six figures ran all the way at a sprint speed, and then crashed into the cliff one after another.

One of them may not be fast enough, and did not crash to death once, but actually lay beside the cliff and hit it hard several times until there was no movement at all.

Hiss, damn it, this kind of self-mutilation for no reason again, damn mystery, if you have the ability to let me see something more weird, I will surrender to you.

As it turns out, there is.

When Lin Qi cancelled his ability and restored his normal vision, he was suddenly stunned.

Because in front of him, everything was normal in front of the cliff.

Not only was there no corpse, but there was no blood or brain matter.

On the cliff, in the mud on the ground, it was clean as if everything just now was just an illusion.