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"I'm finally back..."

Upon seeing the figure of the "mysterious agent" approaching, the anxious crowd finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey sir, can we leave now?” Scott asked, his head popping out of the driver’s seat of the yellow trailer with a sigh of relief.

"Yes, of course, but..." Zhu Mingyao reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of pine nuts, and cracked them open, his expression strange.

"Sitting in a car that has carried dead people, don't you find it smelly?"

He shrugged, indicating his disapproval, and said, "Whatever makes you happy, I'm going to drive my car."

My car...

The car...

The words echoed, and there was a moment of silence in the air before a group of people, vomiting violently, escaped from the car.

"Mr. Agent..."

“Dear buddy…”

"handsome guy……"

The chaotic noise coalesced into one sentence:

"...Please, let us squeeze in!"

The commotion shattered the tranquility of the forest, startling countless animals returning to their nests.

Along the distant country road, a squirrel pricked up its pointed ears, blinked, and then turned its head to dig furiously into its tree hole, its little mind full of questions.

Where is my food reserve?

Stuck on Chapter 303 of the main story? Try the side quests first.

Night falls and the city lights come on.

The roadside inn, which is usually quiet, was now bustling with activity, and the restaurant was packed with people, all of whom were drivers who had been forced to stay there temporarily because of the log truck accident ahead.

The boss grinned from ear to ear, wiggling his protruding belly, and placed the tray on a table in the corner.

"Your set meal is complete, please enjoy."

After a thrilling adventure that exhausted everyone, they stopped being polite and started munching away without any regard for appearances. In an instant, sandwiches and hot dogs flew around, and fries and milkshakes danced together.

The disgusting scene was still vivid in his mind. Chris faithfully fulfilled his "oath," discarding the golden and crispy fried chicken legs and fragrant sausages as if they were worthless, and only crunching on the thick slices of bread with pickled cucumbers.

The refreshing and stimulating sweet and sour taste of the vegetables bursts in your mouth, causing your saliva to be secreted like crazy, finally reviving your ruined appetite.

"Where is that Mr. T...?" Jesse asked in a low voice, brushing his wet hair behind his back.

Unable to bear the faint stench of decaying corpses emanating from their bodies, the group took turns cleaning themselves in the service area's shower room. When they returned, they discovered that one person was missing.

"Hmm." Scott took a sip of Coke, helped swallow the hamburger stuck in his throat, and freed his mouth. "There are too many people today. He took his ID to find the boss to coordinate a few rooms with internet access, otherwise we would have to sit in the restaurant all night."

Frans took the steak that Evan had thoughtfully cut for her, gave him a light kiss on the cheek, and asked curiously, "Why do you need a room with a wired internet connection?"

“Because I want to look up some things.” A clear voice came from behind him. Zhu Mingyao sat down with a glass of orange juice and smiled slightly at Chris.

"I'll need to borrow your laptop for a bit later."

"Of course, it would be my honor," the young network engineer readily agreed.

Having already become a mature adult with considerable social experience, Chris wisely refrained from pressing further and smoothly changed the subject.

"Should we call the police regarding...?" He asked cautiously, his expression subtle.

"Everyone should forget this terrible experience." Zhu Mingyao looked around with a slightly serious expression. "I will take care of the follow-up work. Here's a piece of advice: this matter may involve some dangerous 'people'."

The crowd trembled slightly, probably imagining some dark secrets, and nodded hurriedly.

"Hey, let's talk about something cheerful," Evan said with a grin, noticing the somewhat somber atmosphere.

"What's our next step? Should we continue the trip?"

Carly tapped her fork with a bitter expression. "You lucky couple didn't see that scene, but I suffered quite a bit of emotional trauma. I need to see a psychologist as soon as possible."

"Don't be so pessimistic. I think that's precisely why we should go and have a blast, letting the ocean of happiness drown out our sadness." Scott's exaggerated tone made it sound like he was back in a literature class. Under the cover of the conversation, he inadvertently moved closer and quietly wrapped his hand around the girl's waist.

Carly struggled symbolically for a moment, a slight blush rising on her dark face. She gave him a quick, furious glare before stopping.

"But the car is no longer on the road, and we poor folks probably don't have enough budget to rent another one." Her boyfriend's behavior in the face of danger was quite brave, so she silently accepted his application to become his girlfriend.

The dramatic little incident did not escape everyone's notice, and smiles appeared on the faces of their companions.

Chris pulled out a napkin to wipe the ketchup from his lips, providing a timely assist:

"Regarding this, please rest assured. To express my apology, I will also pay for the car rental in addition to the repair costs. Also..." He smiled and put down his knife and fork, giving himself a thumbs-up as he offered a suggestion.

"Gentlemen...would you like to make a new friend and travel together?"

"Haha, buddy, need I say more?" Evan readily extended his fist and lightly bumped it with his.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Scott was in high spirits after successfully marrying the goddess he had been pursuing for so long, and he immediately shouted excitedly:

"Let's stick to our original plan and head to the Florida Everglades National Park for a camping adventure..."

"Adventure my foot! Shut up!"

The crowd laughed and cursed in unison, raining down punches and slaps on this clueless fool who always brought up the most awkward topics, leaving him covered in bumps and bruises.

……

……

The night was past midnight, and the moon was high in the sky.

Long, slender fingers rose and fell, nimbly dancing across the keyboard.

In the pitch black, the LCD screen emitted a pale blue glow, illuminating Zhu Mingyao's handsome face.

As a mysterious and unpredictable "super agent," he rightfully occupies a precious single room.

The roadside motel was naturally not up to standard. The faint snoring from next door drifted through the thin wooden wall, causing him to frown slightly, but he quickly turned his attention back to the work in front of him.

Having observed the entire scene from the Blood Pool illusion, even without obtaining the specific whereabouts of the [Terror Circus], I still gleaned some important information: around Christmas, they were planning to target a cult family that had worshipped demons for generations.

As an ambitious young man from the Celestial Empire who had once thoroughly studied the Thirty-Six Stratagems, Zhu Mingyao made up his mind the moment he got his hands on the clues: he would use the mantis to stalk the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Even if the enemy doesn't reveal the location of that demonic family during their conversation, so what? We can just change our perspective.

If you're stuck on the main storyline in a puzzle game, then go and complete the side quests to gather information!

The man standing next to the clown leader once said that the demon cult family and they were old friends, so there must be relevant clues in their lair.

After all, they are a group of evil and heretical people who are hard to find in the light of day. Their interpersonal relationships are not too complicated. With a little screening, they should be able to find out.

And the hiding places of the deformed cannibals are easy to find:

[Hob Family] [Manor]

With these two keywords as guidance, it was only a matter of time before we found its existence in the early 21st century, when the power of the internet was already becoming apparent.

As images flashed by and text scrolled by, Zhu Mingyao seemed to transform into a bird, rapidly navigating between various humanities and geography websites and chat rooms via search engines.

After a long while, he raised his face with satisfaction, stretched his neck, and muttered a sigh to himself.

"It was indeed well hidden, but in today's internet age, there are no real secrets."

On the laptop in front of him, a chat room post was sharing his family's vacation experiences in an exclamatory tone.

"I never expected that there would be such a wonderful place in the remote rural mountains. My grandmother almost swears to the Hob Hot Springs Hotel. After we came back, she raved about it to the heavens."

It's strange, why do they never advertise? It's a pity that I heard you need a member referral, otherwise I'd like to go and see what's so special about them..."

West Virginia...

Zhu Mingyao turned his gaze to the last item and closed the laptop.

Chapter 304 Roadblocks and Lockdowns

Thin, glistening lines of water swayed down, indifferently leaving winding, wet streaks on the windshield.

Unlike the vibrant spring rain and the refreshing summer rain, the rain in late autumn always carries a chilly feel amidst its sticky texture.

If you add a touch of mountain chill, it will make you hunch your shoulders and feel unwell all over; as the saying goes, autumn winds and rains bring sorrow.

The winding mountain road was deserted. Zhu Mingyao slowed down, unfolded a map, and searched for the nearest town.

The old, half-painted signs, like lonely pedestrians, occasionally flash by outside the window, their strings of words indicating that we have now entered the mountain state of West Virginia.

Labeling and making jokes about a region, and then mocking it, is a common human instinct, and the federal government is no exception. It has even become a kind of unspoken, informal joke, just like how Florida doesn't support idlers, Texas is full of gun owners, and the Golden State on the West Coast has a lot of nouveau riche...

Faced with such teasing, most people don't get annoyed and just laugh it off.

But when they met visitors from West Virginia, few dared to bring up the topic.

Of course, unless it's intentional provocation, then that's another matter.

Because of the many stereotypes that represent this place, their aggressiveness and insult are just too strong.

A state of poverty, savages in the mountains, illiterate idiots, freaks who love inbreeding, and...

...a country bumpkin killer.

As one of the poorest and most remote areas in the federal government, most of the country is nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. These mountains are densely forested and have complex terrain. The area is sparsely populated and has a wild and untamed culture, giving rise to many strange and terrifying legends throughout history.

Furthermore, due to the extreme conservatism of the culture, intermarriage between cousins, which has long been abandoned by modern civilization, is still common to this day.

So much so that in Hollywood movies and TV shows, whenever a character appears who is a weirdo, promiscuous, or a crazy killer, they are usually given a hometown background, which in turn reinforces their notoriety.

But how much of it is simply the inherent prejudice that "bad people come from poor and remote areas," and how much is the truth hidden in the darkness—no one can say for sure.

However, Zhu Mingyao was certain of one thing: at least some of it was not unfounded, just like the goal this trip was about to pursue...

He stroked the bull-head bronze talisman hanging from his belt, feeling the cool touch of the ancient metal. He rhythmically flicked his fingers, and a wisp of dark, bloody light rose and swirled, coalescing into two deformed ghost faces stuck together after a few breaths, before disappearing into the bronze talisman.

Since you've chosen to eat people, then I'll give you a fate befitting your virtue, and let you taste the pleasure of devouring one another.

Although the Maoshan precepts forbid killing people to create corpse demons, you are no longer considered human!

Zhu Mingyao, with a sinister smile, turned a corner and then... slowly stopped the car.

He frowned, staring at the checkpoint ahead formed by police cars and red and yellow roadblocks.