More than half a month

Chapter 217 More than half a month

The dust slowly settled.

The two-story wooden house that once stood by the lake has disappeared, leaving only ruins.

The group of college students standing behind Su Lun were completely silent and dumbfounded.

"Splash!"

In the ruins, a wooden plank was pushed aside, and a rotting arm stretched out from the bricks, its fingers digging into the rubble, trying to climb out.

When Carrie saw that it was still alive, she panicked and instinctively raised her hand again.

"Don't rush."

Suren held her down, suppressing the psychic power she had just gathered.

"You were trying to snap his neck with that last movement, weren't you? And what happened?"

A hint of nervousness flashed in Carrie's eyes, and she lowered her head: "I—I didn't control myself—"

If Suren hadn't been there to give her a great sense of security, that telekinetic force might have even affected Patty, who was standing to the side.

Suren patted her on the shoulder. Carrie knew all this herself; she could only hone her skills through practical experience.

"Woo-yi"

Just then, the piercing sound of sirens came from the direction of the camp entrance, and red and blue lights flashed in the woods.

Suren glanced at the conspicuous police lights, then turned to look at the group of college students behind her who were still in a daze.

Several boys were startled by his gaze and instinctively took a few steps back.

"What did you all see?"

He asked calmly.

The boys exchanged bewildered glances. One of the bolder boys swallowed hard, pointed at the ruins, and stammered, "That—that masked monster, and the superpowers they used just now—"

Suren sighed; he didn't want to kill anyone.

But this isn't Los Santos. If we don't clean things up properly and let these college students go back and spout nonsense, there will definitely be a lot of trouble later on.

"Alessa".

Suren called out, and the little girl quietly appeared beside him.

"Provide them with some psychological counseling."

He considered his words carefully, "Don't be too harsh, just let them forget this memory."

Aresa tilted her head, her empty eyes sweeping over the students as if she were seriously considering the force she would use.

A few minutes later.

These college students emerged from the fog with dazed looks in their eyes.

They staggered back to their camp, muttering repeatedly, "gas leak," "hallucination."

Phrases like "the old house collapsed" were used.

He then stumbled back to his car, ignoring the police who had just arrived, and sped away from the camp.

Just then, with a "bang" in front of the ruins, Jason's other hand reached out and struggled to pry open the broken planks above his head.

Suren stepped forward and pulled him up from the heavy ruins.

At this moment, Jason's upper body had been ravaged by Carrie's telekinesis. Half of his baseball mask was broken, and his rotting flesh had fallen off, revealing the bones underneath.

"Hmm—it still works."

Suren glanced at Jason's miserable state and nodded.

Although many bones were broken, the other party had a strong self-healing ability, and no injury was beyond the reach of a good night's sleep.

These sandbags that are practically indestructible are a complete waste to kill a few tourists in this campsite.

With a slight thought, Suren caused white mist to swirl beneath Jason's feet, completely enveloping his body and sending him into Silent Hill.

Next, let Jason play with Madison for a while, which will also give her some practical experience.

Watching this scene, Patty leaned closer to Carrie and muttered, "I seriously suspect this guy didn't bring us on this trip at all!"

"He deliberately chose this haunted place to torment us!"

Carrie watched Suren's retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "But—this kind of practical experience is definitely more useful than sunbathing at the beach."

"I feel that I have a clearer control over my power."

Patty glared at her with exasperation: "Why are you still taking his side?! You've been sold out by him and you're still counting the money for him!"

"Ladies, please step back."

At that moment, two policemen, guns at the ready, approached the ruins with tense expressions.

"Hands behind your head! Back away!"

A young policeman pointed a gun at Suren and shouted a warning.

Suren readily raised his hands to indicate that he posed no threat and took a few steps back as instructed by the police.

The turmoil gradually subsided.

Because it was late at night, and there were many frightened tourists in the camp, the police did not take Suren and the others back to the police station. Instead, they assigned one or two police officers to each camp to question them.

"Sir, we were just tourists passing through the camp. A masked madman suddenly rushed at us and attacked us."

When questioned by the police, Suren remained unfazed and stated that there had been a gas explosion in the cabin, and the deranged killer with the machete might be buried underneath or had run into the woods in the chaos.

After listening, the older police officer immediately took out his walkie-talkie and solemnly informed his colleagues at the perimeter cordon of the situation, instructing them to maintain the highest level of vigilance.

After assigning the tasks, the old policeman walked over to Suren, handed him a cigarette, and sighed with some emotion as he looked at the ruins before him.

"Guys, you're really lucky. I ran into this monster named Jason when I first joined this area, when..."

A lot of people died back then. I never thought that after so many years, when I'm almost retired, I would still encounter it again—but thankfully, you're all alright.

Suren waved his hand to indicate that he didn't smoke, and then feigned a look of lingering fear: "Yeah, thank God. It seems this place really isn't safe."

He looked at the veteran policeman and casually joked, "But don't put too much pressure on yourself. I have a friend who is also a policeman, and he has only worked two days in more than ten years since he joined the force."

The old policeman paused for a moment, then shook his head, taking it as a joke to ease the tension.

The next morning, under the watchful eye of the old policeman, Suren left the camp with the two girls.

Now that they had figured out Carrie and Patty's strengths through Jason, and with Jason as a punching bag that could be used repeatedly, the rest of the journey became much easier.

The scenery outside the car window changed constantly with the rising and setting of the sun and moon. Su Lun and the others traveled along the way, stopping frequently to enjoy the rare and beautiful time.

Of course, occasionally when passing through deserted woodlands or ruins, he would release Jason to let the two girls train.

At this pace, more than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In a desolate forest, amidst billowing white mist, Jason emerged.

However, what's strange is that recently, this monster, which used to only kill mindlessly, seems to have become much less temperamental.

Several times when it was summoned by Suren, it ignored Patty and Carrie, who were right next to it, and just carried the machete, turning its head back and forth as if it were looking for someone.

"What are you daydreaming about, big guy! Look here!"

Patty shouted and raised her hands from the basin of water at her feet, and a stream of water gathered in front of her.

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