Apparently, under the auspices of the current archbishop, Mr. Goode, who is afraid of chaos in the world, this cram school, which is specially used for refurbishment, started very grandly. Even Mr. Sculler showed up with his sick body—they even The auditorium held a rather decent opening ceremony.
But even if Mr. Good is very respectable, he has one of the problems of most old people in the world: chatterbox.
All the hunters who were not on the mission were dressed in formal attire and gathered in the auditorium solemnly, waiting for Mr. Goode to announce some important news. As a result, the old man gave the opening remarks for a full hour and a half.
Louis, who worked overtime continuously, fell asleep behind the projector with his forehead propped up. Aldo and Carlos both slipped away halfway—Aldo went to the underground palace to check the enchantment, and Carlos wandered around the apse idly, being used by a class. The course for apprentice training was attracted, and he sneaked into the classroom and sat in the last row, making a fuss and listening to the tracking and monitoring technology under modern technology.
Not all hunters major in this course, even the hunters who are out in the field, are also influenced by the historical "scientific management law", and now they are more inclined to teamwork, everyone has their own majors, and they are good at Some are good at fighting and shooting, and some are good at laying traps and controlling instruments.
Carlos didn't agree with this method at first, because in his impression, the work of a hunter is often a sudden situation, and it takes too much time for him to deploy a team—and he also has to accommodate some poor people in the operation. guy.
But then he listened, especially when he heard the instructor talk about how to make up for his companions, he actually felt that it made sense, and couldn't help raising it several times when the good-tempered instructor stopped to ask if there was any problem. hand.
None of the apprentices and instructors in the classroom knew where it came from. This class, which was mainly based on the instructor's speech, went into an endless question-and-answer session. Carlos' questions became more and more specific, and the more The poor instructor was getting more and more tricky, and the poor instructor was almost overwhelmed. It wasn't until Gal found out that he was "shameful" and searched around in the apse before dragging the reluctant Carlos out.
"I haven't finished asking yet!" The man yelled very dissatisfied.
"You can often go to Mr. Black to exchange feelings in the future, and I will tell Mr. Goode to arrange an office next to him for you—now everyone is in the auditorium, and you need to show up."
"Office... what?" Mr. Carlos Bumpkin blinked in confusion.
Gal rolled his eyes at the sky, feeling very desperate for this "instructor" who doesn't know how to use multimedia and doesn't know what a ppt is - do you expect him to write on the blackboard
"Mr. Goode said when he came to the stage that he only said two sentences." Carlos thought of the incident just now, and complained belatedly. "In the end, he said two thousand sentences, and he was still adding points!"
"Okay," Gall suddenly realized that he was still holding Carlos's hand, and he retracted his fingers as if he had been scalded, pretending to be nonchalant to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "he published a book last year. A book of "Secrets for Speakers."
"Which idiot would buy it?" Carlos, who was careless, didn't notice his movements at all, and just asked in surprise.
"What a coincidence, I want to know too." Gal secretly put his hand into his coat pocket, and silently clenched his palms, as if he wanted to keep the nostalgic warmth.
Really enough, are you a teen with first love? Gal growled to himself in his heart—calm down, restrain yourself, can't you just be a normal adult? Do what you have to do Gal Shoden!
When they arrived at the auditorium, Aldo was already standing at the back door. The back door was opened a crack, and the blond man was leaning against the wall of the corridor, squinting his eyes to look inside.
Mr. Good's chattering voice came from inside.
"Oh..." Carlos stumbled, "God, isn't it over yet?"
"I think he was probably worried about the silence, and planned to keep talking until you showed up." Galio explained embarrassingly.
"How long can he talk?" Carlos poked his head.
"..." Gal was silent for a second, then asked solemnly, "Do you really want to know?"
"Oh... still not, thank you."
Aldo walked behind him and said softly, "Turn off the lights and seal the door."
Carlos was swept by his gentle breath at close range, and immediately his hairs exploded, and he took a step aside: "Do... what?"
Fortunately, Aldo didn't push himself further, and smiled at him with his head tilted: "Well... what does Mr. Goode call this? A school gift?"
It's as if he didn't do it on purpose just now.
"Turn off the lights and lock the door?" Gal asked reflexively, "Will it be bad... Uh, I mean, stampedes are prone to occur in dark environments."
Carlos and Aldo looked at him with an unbelievable expression.
"..." Gal thought for a while, "Okay, I'll inform Louis, he is in charge of adjusting the sound and equipment, maybe he can make some background sound for the occasion, um...you understand."
"Really? I like "Silent Hill"!" Carlos made a sincere opinion.
Of course, this bad idea was not implemented by Mr. Louis Meguert.
Just when Mr. Goode was taking a break at halftime and was about to take a sip of water before continuing to poison everyone’s ears, all the lights in the entire auditorium went out, including the emergency exit lights. After a few loud bangs, all the exits were turned off. is closed.
Mr. Good shrugged his shoulders in the darkness: "Oh, is there a power outage? It seems that I can leave early."
He was dragged away by Louis who suddenly appeared.
The hunters in the auditorium were quite calm, with only low whispers, there was no chaos, and no one made any noise. Most of them were still sitting comfortably in their chairs.
Generally speaking, in addition to major conferences, the auditorium will also hold celebrations during festivals, so the 3D dance beauty effect here is very good, and soon a layer of gray mist slowly rises on the ground, and the temperature of the entire auditorium drops At five to ten degrees, the hunters who only wore shirts and suits suddenly had goosebumps all over their bodies.
At the same time, a rotten smell that seemed to come from the tomb spread.
"Wow..." Carlos, who was probing his head, sighed before he finished, and was immediately dragged to the monitoring room behind the screen by Aldo covering his mouth.
In the depths of the darkness, the sound of "rustling" footsteps began to be heard.
However, the sound, smell, and even the sight are not enough to scare this group of well-trained hunters. Some even secretly said to their companions: "Is it a joke or a historical documentary? A new simulated training ground?"
However, this kind of leisure was quickly interrupted by a scream, and suddenly a shadow flashed past in the corner, and the people around only had time to see the open bloody mouth, and the people sitting there disappeared out of thin air. The smell of blood rushed to the face, and the blood sprayed on the face was scalding.
I don't know who said: "Abyss jackal... It's an abyss jackal!"
The crowd became slightly confused, and the sounds and scenes that were deliberately made by the machine suddenly seemed real, and the darkness was full of chills that made people tremble.
"Lohrman Psychedelic Array?" Carlos asked in a low voice.
"The psychedelic array plus the sound and background made by Louis." Aldo said leaning against him, "It's really an amazing technology, and it can be faked."
"Spread away! Scatter!" A somewhat old female voice came in. Obviously, the speaker was very prestigious. Someone called her name in the dark, and the woman said loudly, "What are you panicking! Use your brains!" ! How could there be an abyss jackal here?"
"Who's that?" Carlos asked.
"Ms. Moretel," Louis said, "is a senior gold medalist."
"That's right, let me see the strength of the Gold Medal." Aldo snapped his fingers, and immediately a small and extremely complicated magic circle appeared in front of him. It was incredible to use the air as a medium to slowly rotate a magic circle. angle.
Louis looked at the magic circle in the air obsessively: "This is impossible... how did you do it? No one can use the air to control something as complicated as the Lohrman psychedelic circle. This requires complicated calculations, and it is absolutely impossible to apply it to One of the magic circles in the on-the-spot battle, I thought..."
"Did you think I arranged it in advance?" Aldo gently spread his palm, and the small magic circle, like the most sophisticated instrument, was suspended there and slowly rotating.
Carlos shrugged: "There is nothing to make a fuss about, and not everyone is so proficient in magic circles."
Then he paused for a second and admitted frankly: "I can't."
Gal turned his head silently, Louis didn't know how to comment, so he could only stare at the screen dumbly, Aldo showed a little smile, only Mr. Goode said bluntly: "I heard that when Carlos used currency Encountered a little difficulty?"
"I no longer need to classify them according to their face value." Carlos said lazily, and then he added as if explaining something, "And when using the array, you don't have to follow the complicated calculations in the textbook. Most attacks As long as you grasp the direction of the energy movement, it is enough to use the magic circle for defense."
This statement is too abstract, and academic Emperor Louis couldn't help asking: "Then how can we grasp the direction of energy movement? You must know that most people may not even feel it."
Carlos thought hard about this for half a minute, and finally gave a "Carlos" answer, he said: "Intuition..."
Wouldn't it be wrong to recruit this guy as an instructor
Gal silently took out a note from his pocket: "Seeing that you didn't even leave us a dime—can you use your intuition to tell me the winning number of the next lottery draw?"
Gunshots rang out in the auditorium, and it turned out that Ms. Moertai pulled out her gun neatly and accurately shot it into the "abyss jackal" that was jumping at her in the air.
But the mechanical attack circle was useless against the demon class. This time, everyone could see clearly that the abyss jackal shook its huge body indifferently and continued to pounce on her.
Mrs. Moretaire didn't seem to have expected it, but she still managed to dodge quickly and calmly. But the crowd was too dense, and a startled novice beside her just blocked her way of retreat. In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Moretaire was tripped After a while, the second abyss jackal jumped out from nowhere, and the lady was bitten by the throat, and quickly sank into the darkness, disappearing behind a gloomy tombstone.
This time it was really fried.
I have to say that the effects of Aldo's psychedelic array and Louis are too realistic.
"We rely too much on external things." Gal frowned, remembering the time when the useless pistol made him embarrassed by the shadow demon.
"Not necessarily. Everyone needs a weapon. No one expects you to break the mouth of the abyss jackal with your hands." Carlos was very nostalgic for the little black guy who almost missed and collapsed Aldo. Itchy hands, "It's just that I found that everyone's imagination for weapons is very limited... Uh, speaking of it, the dagger I gave you last time was accidentally folded in the temple. I'm sorry, I'll give you another one later. new."
Gal blinked: "Can I open my mouth like a lion?"
Carlos' silly father was troubled by his mentality, and regardless of the fact that he was actually poor, he said straightforwardly: "Okay, as long as you can think of it!"
Is it true that you can get what you want just by opening your mouth? Gal laughed self-deprecatingly: "I have to seriously think about this for a few days, don't think I didn't know that the dagger last time was for decoration!"
Aldo's eyes lingered on Gal for a moment, then retracted as if nothing had happened, and continued to look down at the people in the auditorium.
After all, the training the hunters received from childhood was effective. The gold medals quickly made their voices known, letting everyone know their positions. Some people silently assumed the leadership position and used some method to amplify their voices. , organized defenses, and specially assigned a team of people to start looking for the hidden exit of the auditorium.
Louis' expression relaxed a little, and he was quite satisfied with the performance of the hunters.
Gal asked, "Carl, what would you do if it were you?"
Carlos raised his eyebrows: "I can't do anything."
"Um?"
"If he couldn't even tell the truth from the fake, he wouldn't be standing here alive." Aldo looked down at the impact from the monitoring screen, then shook his head, and commented, "well-trained, but experienced They are limited, and each performs their duties, but they lack a tacit understanding. When facing a powerful opponent, if we can only rely on programmed defense, I am afraid it will not last long."