The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 215 Killing under the Extreme Night 1

As long as intelligent creatures break away from low-level instinctive desires and develop complex self-awareness, the differences in their individual thinking will inevitably become larger and larger.

And if this number is expanded to seven billion, the forest will be even larger, and there will be all kinds of birds. In more elegant written language, it will fully prove the diversity of a certain species.

With such a large base, since some people can throw pots and bowls, cry and curse for an entertainment game, then naturally there will be people who will risk their lives for a more ambitious goal.

No matter how noble or despicable the goal may be...

……

A large expanse of crystal white velvet was carried by the icy north wind and smashed onto the earth in an attitude of no hesitation, covering up all the filth, ugliness, and...

……bloody!

As far as the eye could see, the town's road buildings were all covered in pure white, and dense snowflakes blocked the view. Even the "bonfires" burning on the street corners were dimmed by the suppressed flames.

Through the wildly dancing flames, one could see the wreckage of one of the cars, which were the cars of the townspeople trying to escape.

In a three-story single-family house, under the hidden attic window, a black-haired young man squatted on the floor, gently exhaling hot and humid white air from his mouth and nose, leaving a faint mist on the cold glass in front of him.

He looked outside through the gap in the curtains with dull eyes.

Under the light of several blazing fires, the soft snow that had not yet been trampled was full of messy drag marks and disappearing blood.

A delicate hexagonal elf danced playfully with the wind, passed through a small gap in the upper part of the double-glazed window, and landed on the head of the young man. It was immediately turned into a trace of water vapor by the warm skin, and disappeared through transpiration.

The sudden chill on his forehead made him, who was already extremely nervous, tremble all over. The Glock police pistol shook in his hand, and he almost subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Fortunately, the hard professional training he received at the police academy was not in vain. At the critical moment, the young man suppressed his impulse, pushed carefully with trembling fingers, and completely closed the window one by one, blocking out the wind and frost. .

Before dying, it is good to enjoy a little warmth...

Iben tightened his khaki down jacket, which had several large tears in it, and thought blankly.

How did it become like this? His brain suffered severe mental shock from the sudden events he encountered one after another, and he was actually in a daze for a while.

Even though he has the title of sergeant, at heart he is just a rookie policeman who has just graduated less than a year ago. He has not been through any big storms, and he can still maintain his superficial composure, which is already considered to be a superior psychological quality.

Oh yeah...something, something has suddenly attacked the town of Barrow!

He is so strong that he can easily overturn a car and tear apart flesh with his bare hands...

Killed many people...

The young sheriff tried his best to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

"Um--"

A painful groan sounded from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Only half of the moan came out before it was caught in the throat.

In the dim and narrow space, several frightened faces came closer, looking at the boy who was held in his mother's arms, his shoulders stained with blood. They suppressed their tone and communicated in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"What should I do? Little York needs treatment... Carl, do you have a first aid kit at home? Where is it placed?"

"Yes... Yes, it's in the storage room on the first floor, but now... I can find..." The middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair twitched his lips and repeated a few words in succession, unable to speak any more.

There was no need for him to continue speaking, as the people who were present after the disaster all understood the implication of his words.

Those "things" have very sensitive ears and eyes, and if they are discovered, they will be dead. A large group of neighbors who live together day and night have proved this with their own bloody corpses.

The middle-aged woman holding the child had tears in her eyes and looked around with hope. But facing her gaze, everyone lowered their heads without exception, and they were too shy to look at her.

Looking at the bone-deep scars on her son's shoulder, the woman's eyelids trembled, and tears silently crossed her face, dripping down. She slightly relaxed her hands covering the child's mouth, kissed his forehead, and looked in her eyes. All love and affection.

"Little York, you are a strong man. You must endure the pain and never make a sound. Mom will go find you medicine now."

Even though his delicate little face was distorted by the painful muscles, the young boy still clenched his teeth sensibly and nodded hard. His small hands still instinctively grabbed the corners of his mother's clothes and refused to let go.

The woman turned her head away with infinite reluctance, cruelly opened her tiny fingers one by one, put the child into the hands of an old woman, and crawled toward the secret door leading downstairs.

"Stop!"

A low voice sounded, and the young sheriff stretched out his hand to stop her.

His face was hidden in the darkness, only his eyes were shining brightly, and his tone was as firm as a piece of steel:

"I'm the Sheriff, I'm coming down!"

Iben raised his hand to stop several people who were trying to persuade him, and said in a coherent manner:

"Not only does little York need first-aid bandaging, but everyone also needs food, warm clothes and quilts!" He pointed at the shivering elderly people who were clinging to each other.

This attic is just a place where the owner usually stores sundries. Although the location is concealed enough to serve as a temporary shelter, the thermal insulation effect is really unsatisfactory.

It would have been fine at any other time, but today it snowed heavily and it was the polar night with no sunlight. It was really unbearable for the people who hurriedly came here to seek refuge wearing only thin clothes.

Maybe young adults can barely hold on for a while, but the elderly and children may not be able to resist for long.

After appeasing everyone, he, with the help of others, quietly stretched out the wooden ladder, descended from the attic to the house, gripped the pistol and went to the storage room on the first floor.

……

In the kitchen without the lights on, Iben carefully hunched over and groped forward by the dim light of the fire on the street. The distant screams and wails reached his ears, making his face twitch. Only with his perseverance did he restrain his desire to look outside.

Don't be impulsive. Go out and act like a hero. There is no use except dying in vain... The young man endured the humiliation and warned himself.

Those "guys" are definitely not human beings, they are simply a group of monsters!

Two security guards from the police station rushed forward with shotguns in their hands, crushed the metal barrels, and dug out their hearts. However, they themselves were unharmed. This horrific scene is still there today. His mind wandered.

Coupled with the sharp fangs, bloodthirsty behavior and the fragmentary words inadvertently revealed during the killing, everyone has basically vaguely guessed his identity...

Bypassing the phone on the table, Iben did not stop. He had tried it when the attack first occurred. All external communications were cut off by unknown methods. At the moment, he could only hope that the outside world would discover the abnormality here as soon as possible...

He and his girlfriend Stella agreed to talk on time every night. If he couldn't be contacted for two consecutive days, there was a high chance that she would notice something was wrong and report it to the police!

(End of this chapter)