I got excited and entered my own game save file.

The two girls went back to their rooms to get dressed, and Simon picked up his phone first. He thought he could take matters into his own hands when his house was broken into, but now that his life was in danger, he finally remembered that he should call the police.

Jo Ann had to go back to her room to get her swimming trunks off - but there were only two bedrooms in the cabin, so the boys were in the same room.

Therefore, when Joan was about to push the door open, he suddenly smelled that there seemed to be a faint fishy smell coming from the room.

And the variety show on my friend's mobile phone is still playing loudly.

Jo Ann frowned.

"Miller, what the hell are you doing!".

He slammed open the door, only to see a strange man covered in blood, pale and withered, smirking at him.

And on the bed behind the man, the indescribable lump of blood is the source of the fishy smell.

Joan screamed before the man pounced, the machete in his hand inserted into Joan's skull.

However, Joan's screams had already alarmed the rest of the room. The other three, who hurried to check on the situation, happened to see the killer pull the knife from Joan's head. The two girls screamed as well, but the killer just turned his head and glared at them, causing them to flash back to their rooms and lock the door—after all, to get from the girls' rooms to the main entrance to the cabin, they had to go past where the killer was.

Killer Bud has lived here for a long time, and is much more familiar with the structure of the house than these stupid college students. He knew that the two girls couldn't get out, and that there was a steep cliff outside the window of that room, so he casually knocked down the bookcase in the hallway and blocked the door of the house, and immediately turned to the boy who was supposed to be in the living room.

By this time, Simon had already rushed out of the hut and rushed to his own cross-country - he had no idea that the trespasser had not returned yet, but had been hiding here. For a while, he suddenly regretted that he should have called the police when he found the strange van.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you can touch the gun ...... in the car

However, after opening the cab door, Simon suddenly had another idea in his head.

Now that he is in the main driver's seat, why risk getting out of the car and fighting that madman?

But if they don't, then Tracy and Annie are still here, ......

In the midst of his hesitation, Bard's skeletal figure appeared at the door, finally making Simon up his mind.

He slammed the door, started the car quickly, and before the killer could arrive, he stepped on the accelerator and turned around and went down the mountain.

And in the girls' room, the loud sound of the off-road vehicle tires rubbing against the gravel floor was also clearly heard in the ears of the two girls.

"Simon, that bastard left us and ran away?!".

Frightened, Tracy and Anne are momentarily furious when they realize Simon's actions, but soon turn to sadness.

But soon, when they heard the sound of the car engine starting outside, a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

The killer must have been chasing Simon in a van - that meant he wasn't in the room right now.

The two girls were busy opening the door and escaping—but the door had been firmly blocked by the bookcase that Bard had knocked down, and they only opened a crack in the door, and the hallway at the door was also very narrow, and the bookcase fell to the ground, and when the door was pushed, it was stuck diagonally in the corridor, and the door was completely blocked, and someone had to stand up and move the bookcase outside.

Looking out the window is a steep cliff, which seals the possibility of jumping out of the window. The two daughters combined for a while, so they could only stay in the room to call the police, and then blocked the wardrobe and bed in the room to the door, hoping to hold out until the police arrived.

As for the bottom of the mountain, the gunfire is still non-stop.

......

......

......

Simon drove down the hill wildly, but he didn't expect the mountain to be jammed early. It turned out that the shootout took place at the farm they passed by during the day, when passers-by who drove to the vicinity abandoned their cars and fled, and related gangs that were dormant nearby also drove to help. And not far away, the dazzling red and blue lights of the police car are also flashing.

But dozens of minutes after the shootout, the civilians passing by had already fled, and the gangs were fighting at the scene of the incident, Simon looked like there were many vehicles in front of him, but in fact they were almost empty - to be truly safe, he had to abandon the car and venture through the scene of the shootout to the police car.

But what else can he do? If he crosses the line of fire, he may die, but if he is overtaken by the van behind him, he will die!

Simon rolled out of the car, and as soon as he hit the road, Bud's van stopped behind his SUV.

Fortunately, Simon suddenly saw that there was a person in the group of vehicles in front of him.

"Hey, help, someone's after me!".

Kanoun had just seen someone in front of him, and thought it was the man who had broken into the farm tonight, and was so frightened that he almost shot him. Hearing Simon's plea for help, he was relieved. But he didn't dare to respond loudly, for fear of being heard by the intruder on the farm tonight, so he could only pretend to be deaf and want to slip away from the other side.

Simon, however, saw someone, and refused to stop, and hurried in three steps and two steps, and stopped in front of Canon. He was a little surprised to see that it was the "farmer" of the farm in the morning, but now that he was in a hurry, he couldn't care about the unhappiness between them and those farm people.

He grabbed Kanon, pointed at the murderer who was slowly walking behind him, and shouted, "It's him—save me!"

Kanoen was so anxious that he scolded his mother - and no matter that he didn't want to make any noise to alarm the killer who broke into the farm tonight, even if it was fine, how have you ever seen a murderer who needs someone to help instead of pulling someone to escape with him?

Fortunately, it was an acquaintance who came.

Without waiting for Canon's greeting, Bard smiled and waved his hand.

"Yo, Chef, it looks like your cosy nest has been served with a strip?"

"Someone is chasing me ......

."

Kanoun looked around for a moment, making sure no one was noticing them, and dragged Simon, who had lost his strength from fear.

"So, it looks like these students are living in your hideout?"

"yes, they're so noisy that I want to cut out their tongues. "

Bard smirked at Simon twice, and when Simon peed his pants in fright, he looked at Caronoun again.

"So what's going on the farm?".

"As soon as it was nightfall today, a madman rushed in on a motorcycle and single-handedly fought us...... He's too accurate, and he's in good shape—I suspect it's the hired killer I offended the other day...... Fortunately, passers-by heard the gunshots and called the police - although the farm is about to be ended, at least it will cause chaos, and I will save my life, right?"

"Oh my God, the farm has been served?!—— so what do you want me to do in the future......?

Seeing Bard's growing hysteria, Canon's mind suddenly became apparent.

"The farm is gone, isn't there still me?—— in this way, you take me to hide first, and I will help you directly develop the purest and most energetic goods, okay?"

"Ah, factory direct sales?—— that's great!".

Turning to anger, Bard took Simon, cut the boy's tongue and tendons, and then took Carnoun into his van with a fluttering eyebrow, and threw Simon into the compartment.

"Let's go to my cosy little home first - there are still two hot girls trapped there - I know you're good for this bite, I'm glad I kept it at the time, hahaha!"

Bard patted Canorn on the shoulder and turned up the hill, completely oblivious to the inside of the farm, where a pair of eyes had already observed.