Lin Mo was in a hurry.

There was nothing he could do unless Kevin jumped into the pit.

After searching the contaminated area, no trace of the Knife was found. It might be because Kevin had given a warning, so the nightmares in this contaminated area were very honest and did not show up.

Lin Mo did not delay, he immediately rushed into the gray fog and headed for the next contaminated area.

The contaminated areas are like separate bubbles in the black fog, and each bubble is controlled by a separate nightmare.

One is that there are a lot of them.

Second, the scale is very large.

Lin Mo met some ordinary people in a polluted area.

These people hid in their houses, most of them praying, hoping to spend every night safely. These people are tough and religious, and it seems that this kind of life has lasted for a long time.

Many of them have guns, but most of them live in fear and will never leave their houses easily. When Lin Mo passed by a community, someone suddenly fired a black gun, but missed and no one knew where the gun hit.

Lin Mo suspected that the other party didn't even aim.

He quickly confirmed the shooting point, which was a two-story wooden house. He went over and knocked on the door, and found that the shooter was just a teenage boy with a rifle in his hand. He looked a little scared. The boy also had younger brothers and sisters, all of them children, hiding behind their older brother and looking at Lin Mo.

They are living people.

And in this house, there are several nightmares.

These nightmares hid in the darkness, peeking at Lin Mo timidly.

From the photos of the family placed on the table, it can be seen that the nightmares in the house are the parents and grandparents of these children.

This combination is very strange.

Because of their age, his younger brothers and sisters didn't have so many concerns.

Out of fear of ghosts, the older boy tried to seek help from the outside world, but he couldn't leave the house because the ghosts wouldn't allow him to. Lin Mo initially thought that the nightmare in the house was meant to harm the children, because the little boy was seeking help by firing the gun.

But later I found out that the situation was not what I thought.

Lin Mo first gave the boy a serious "education", and then communicated with those nightmares.

Finally figured it out.

These nightmares are protecting their children.

Because these nightmares cannot speak and look terrifying, misunderstandings arise.

Now that things have been clarified, Lin Mo naturally won't stay here any longer.

Before leaving, a terrifying nightmare-like figure, who was the male owner of the house, floated over. Through Xiaoyu's level 8 deathrattle translation, Lin Mo learned some important information.

"If you want to find something, you can go to the Holy City and walk eastwards. You will arrive soon."

Holy city?

Lin Mo decided to try his luck.

He followed the direction indicated by the nightmare, headed east, and entered the gray fog. Sure enough, after walking for a while, he entered a new polluted area.

This contaminated area is huge.

There is a real big city in front of us.

Tall buildings and busy traffic.

This place was so lively that Lin Mo felt it was a little unreal.

The atmosphere in this chaotic city was very chaotic. Lin Mo took a deep breath.

"There are living people, dead people, nightmares, and other things, curses, resentment, hatred, murderous intent, desire. What on earth is this place?"

Lin Mo considered himself to be worldly-wise, but this city was the first time he had seen it.

The street lights are crooked and have all sorts of random stuff hanging on them.

The exterior walls of the buildings on both sides are covered with all kinds of bizarre graffiti. Some of them have some themes, while others are completely chaotic patterns, filled with all the dark sides you can think of.

There are actually pedestrians.

The clothes they wore were strange, but the problem was that Lin Mo could clearly sense that among these pedestrians there were both living people and dead people (specifically those who died in the real world).

Lin Mo walked forward along this road. A person coming towards him saw Lin Mo and made a squinting expression with provocation in his eyes.

Lin Mo frowned and asked the other party to stop.

The man rushed over with a bad look on his face, cursing all the time without saying a single nice word. He was fouler and filthier than a bedbug in a sewer.

Lin Mo moved even faster. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it. Just as the man screamed, he grabbed his neck and dragged him into the alley next to him.

This strong white man was like a chick in Lin Mo's hands.

A few minutes later, Lin Mo walked out of the dark alley.

I don't know when a man appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking inside. His pale face and ferocious claws showed that the other person was a nightmare.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Mo asked.

The other party shuddered with fear at just one look at Lin Mo, but perhaps his desire for flesh and blood surpassed his fear.

Or maybe it felt that it had not offended Lin Mo.

"I want to ask, do you still want the meat in there?" Nightmare gritted his teeth, his mouth full of saliva.

"No more." Lin Mo waved his hands. The nightmare excitedly bowed to Lin Mo to thank him, then rushed in happily.

Lin Mo looked at the city that was shrouded in darkness but very lively, and murmured: "White Eagle Country is White Eagle Country, it can always be ahead of the times in everything it does."

This may seem like a compliment, but it actually contains more sarcasm.

From the man who was looking for death just now, Lin Mo learned a lot about this "holy city".

It can be said that this is a very alternative and deformed "safe zone".

There are no walls here.

Because there has never been any defense against nightmares here, and because humans and nightmares have already achieved coexistence.

Everyone is free to come and go.

But this country has no shortage of top researchers. After real rich people spent real money, those scientists made great research on nightmares and the nightmare world, and achieved fruitful results.

For example, some areas here use special technological means to prevent all nightmares from entering.

There are many similar technologies.

But these technologies are only available to the rich.

If you don’t have money, who will care about your life or death?

The holy city refers to that not very large area.

As for the periphery, many ordinary people came here because of its reputation, forming a large gathering area around the holy city, where various forces are intertwined and complicated.

One has to admire the people of the White Eagle Country for this. At the beginning, the death rate of the people was very high. Sometimes, a small town with a population of thousands would become a death place overnight.

At the beginning, the White Eagle Country also intervened at the government level, but the effect was very poor, and in the end it simply lay down.

Who would have thought that as a result, the death rate would actually drop again.

The real reason is that they and Nightmare have formed a symbiotic system.

Its essence is a bit like the method used by Lin Mo.

Use nightmares to fight nightmares.

But they rely on interests, desires and commercial means.

It is said that a very famous businessman in the White Eagle Country once said this.

"Demons (nightmares) also have needs. As long as they are people with needs, we can become partners with them and seek greater benefits together. For the sake of benefits, even working with demons is pleasant."

It sounds good, but in fact, it comes at the expense of the right to survival of the lower class people.

It goes without saying what Nightmare likes.

As a Chinese, Lin Mo is very disgusted with and does not like this cultural system.

But if we just look at it from the perspective of "existence is reasonable", this is also a means of survival for the other party.

Just like this holy city, it is said that the survival rate in this city is much higher than outside. For example, if the survival rate in other places is 60%, then here it can at least reach 80%, or even more than 90%.

That is, suppose someone is going to die tonight.

Of course, those who die are the lower class people.

So, outside, forty out of every hundred people will die.

But in this holy city, only seven or eight people out of every hundred will die, or even less.

So people who are contaminated by nightmares keep coming here just for that little bit of survival rate.

Of course, the holy city is not only attractive in this regard.

There are still many opportunities here.

If there was a chance to climb up, the mortality rate would be lower.

Because the lower-class people are also divided into different classes, the death rate of some gang backbones can even be lower than one in a thousand.

The one who just provoked Lin Mo was a gang member.

He was quite arrogant at first, but the opponent became scared after just a bone-crushing curse.

Lin Mo felt that since there were so many people in this holy city, the probability of having a "knife" would increase greatly. Maybe the butcher's knife was here.

Lin Mo still followed his method, searching bit by bit.

Finally, when he passed an intersection ahead and walked under an overpass, the tiger bone sickle moved.

Lin Mo hurriedly grabbed the handle of the knife.

Then he looked at the railway under the bridge in front of him and walked over.

This railway in the real world must have been abandoned, and under the projection of the nightmare world, the rails are covered with rust and the front is dark, as if hiding some shameful crime.

After walking for a while, an open space appeared in front.

Lin Mo's appearance naturally attracted the attention of these people.

Vicious eyes suddenly fell on Lin Mo, some people held knives, and some took out guns.

By the way, Lin Mo heard from that person just now that the best business in the Holy City is the gun store.

The White Eagle Country's Academy of Sciences should have already mastered the technology to project firearms into the nightmare world.

However, the killing power of this thing in the nightmare world is very average.

It’s okay for ordinary people, but if you encounter someone a little more powerful, the power of guns will be no match.

This place should be a gathering place for some gang.

But Lin Mo didn't care where it was.

His eyes passed over these people and fell on a house behind them.

The 'knife' is inside.

At this time, this group of gang members had already surrounded Lin Mo, each of them had a bad look on their face and was full of malice.

Lin Mo said frankly: "I'll tell you about my situation. This is what happened. I have a friend who lost a knife. The knife might be in that room. I'll go in, take the knife and leave. You guys should do whatever you need to do."

A tall and strong black man opposite smiled.

The others then burst into laughter.

"This guy smoked too much."

"He is here to die, let him die."

Obviously, in the eyes of these gang members, killing has become a habit, and the least valuable thing here is human life.

Lao Hei was about to chop him with his knife.

But the next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from a shadow under his feet and grabbed his hand. He wanted to scream, but another ghost hand covered his mouth and twisted it, and there was a sound of a broken neck.

The others didn't have time to react and were also pinned to the ground by the ghost hand that stretched out from the shadow.

It suddenly became quiet.

Lin Mo walked towards the house, and when he reached the door, he smelled the nightmare odor coming from inside.

Next, Lin Mo appropriately released some of the power of the curse.

Then I heard the sound of glass breaking in the house, and it seemed that someone escaped from the window on the other side of the house, and escaped very decisively.

Lin Mo knew it was a nightmare.

Probably frightened by the aura of his own curse, Lin Mo then opened the door and walked in.

There was a strong man inside, shaking with a gun in his hand.

There are two wine glasses on the table.

And some food.

There was indeed a broken window over there, and when I looked over, I saw a figure running away.

Lin Mo was too lazy to chase after him.

There's no need.

The one who escaped was a nightmare, and the one who stayed in the house should be the gang boss. The other party cooperated with the nightmare, and each got what they needed. The ideal was to make this small gang bigger and stronger.

I don’t know if it’s right, Lin Mo is just guessing.

There was a large plate of grilled meat on the table with a knife stuck in the meat.

It's the kind of knife you use to cut meat.

Covered with grease.

Lin Mo found a piece of clothing on the clothes rack, not knowing whose it belonged to, put it on his hand, pulled out the meat-cleaver, and wiped it clean on the clothing.

Afterwards, Lin Mo walked out again, holding the knife.

From beginning to end, I never looked at the gang leader who was almost scared to death.

"This is the second one." Lin Mo felt that this knife didn't look like a butcher's. It looked more like it belonged to a chef from the Camel Country who was good at barbecue.

But no matter whether it is a knife or not, as long as it is a knife on the ship, every single one will be taken away.

This is the strategy that was formulated before.

After Lin Mo left, the gang leader in the room mustered up the courage to push the door and walk out.

Outside, he saw his men lying on the ground.

All dead.

The ghosts hiding in Lin Mo's shadow would only behave themselves in front of Lin Mo. In the eyes of others, they were still horrible nightmares. To kill these dozen ordinary people, in the eyes of those ghosts, it was no different from crushing a dozen ants.

On the way, Lin Mo wanted to criticize those ghosts. He thought that it was right to kill those who intended to attack him, but wasn't it a bit too cruel to kill those who didn't have time to attack him? But then he thought about it again. It was obvious that those gang members wanted to attack, but some acted quickly and some acted slowly. According to this theory, the ghosts did nothing wrong.

Can't criticize.

Otherwise, it will easily dampen their enthusiasm.

But there is no need to praise them, for fear that they will become too proud and lift their tails.

Moreover, Lin Mo knew that if he tried to find a knife next, he would inevitably come into conflict with some people and Nightmare, so what happened just now was just the beginning of the killing.

Lin Mo was right.

In the next few hours, the number of "knives" in Lin Mo's hand increased from two to four.

The harvest was great.

There was a knife among them, and Lin Mo thought it was most likely a butcher's knife.

This is a real butcher knife.

The black handle and straight blade are plain and simple yet full of murderous intent.

It's a good knife.

Snatched from a nightmare.

This was also a very powerful guy that Lin Mo met. His rating was probably C-level. He was tall and strong, and wore a wooden hockey mask. When he found this guy, he was fighting with a group of people.

It couldn't be considered a fight, because although the other side had more people, they were actually being slaughtered one-sidedly by that nightmare.

Afterwards, Lin Mo realized that it was probably a gang fight. He had participated in it without knowing why, and even chopped the nightmare to the ground.

Should I wait until others finish their work before I start?

There doesn't seem to be any difference.

The group of people who were accidentally rescued by Lin Mo came over to thank him and said they wanted to cooperate. They would agree to any conditions he wanted, and they were just short of kneeling down and kowtowing.

Lin Mo told them that if they didn’t leave within ten seconds, they would be wanted to leave forever.

The opponent's reaction was very quick and they ran away in just eight seconds.

Lin Mo looked at the time. It had been about eight hours since he got off the boat. Considering the profit, it was not bad.

Moreover, he only explored a very small part of the holy city, at most one tenth.

“Perhaps, the butcher’s knife is within this holy city.”

At this time, Lin Mo found that it was a bit inconvenient for him to carry four knives. After thinking about it, he walked to the corner next to him.

The cardboard box that had been following Lin Mo all the way was now quietly staying here.

It blends in perfectly with the surrounding trash cans.

It's like part of the environment here.

He walked over, opened the box, and put all four knives inside.

Inside the box, Rabbit and Lin Mo looked at each other.

"Rabbit, you must be so depressed in there all the time. Come out and get some fresh air." Lin Mo said.

The rabbit shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I won't go out until we return to Green Garden Community. No matter how much you say, I will stay in the box. This place is good. I feel very at ease staying here."

"Okay!"

Lin Mo didn't force it.

I guess it was because of the stimulation he received from the Glutton and Xi Wenjun.

After closing the cardboard box, Lin Mo looked at the road signs on the side of the road.

"The Louisente neighborhood, in front is the Emperor District, let's go and take a look."

Having said that, he stepped forward.

Not long after Lin Mo left, a figure walked out from behind a nearby tree.

This man was wearing a very special cloak.

It seems to be made of the skin of some kind of lizard, with scales on it, so it can blend in with the surrounding environment.

He looked at the direction where Lin Mo left and said, "Haven't you found out the identity of this nightmare yet?"

Looking closely, this man is wearing in-ear headphones and a miniature microphone on his collar. He has a holster and a magazine on his waist, a rifle on his back, and a tactical dagger holster on his left shoulder.

A voice came from the headphones.

"No, there is no information about this nightmare in the database, and there is no result when searching with similar conditions."

"Okay, let's create a new record. Nightmare: Codename: Sword Snatcher, tentative rating C. It has a very clear purpose and seems to be able to communicate."

Before the man could finish his words, a voice sounded from behind him.

"Which eye of yours can you see that I'm C-rank? I'm clearly a 2B!"

The update is here. There was a lot to do today, but luckily I managed to catch up.

(End of this chapter)