Fisher turned his head abruptly when he heard the scream full of fear and pain. His expression turned extremely ugly.
If he heard it right, the scream was made by one of his men who had been following him for a long time. In other words, he had lost one of his men on the first night.
Fisher was not the only one. Following the scream, there was a cry of alarm in the safe zone. More than a dozen people who were collecting supplies at the edge of the safe zone quickly retreated. Even though they had already entered the safe zone, they were still retreating.
Whether it was the monster's roar or the screams of the people, they were all very close to the safe zone at the top of the mountain. In other words, the massacre just now was only tens of meters away from everyone.
"The monster has chased us all the way here!"
"Don't panic, this is the safe zone. According to the rules, the monster can't come in!"
"Are you sure?"
The entire place was in chaos. Many people kept gathering in the direction of the steeple, lest a huge monster jump out of the dark and deep forest.
Fortunately, from the beginning to the end, there were no monsters that rushed into the safe zone. The scream soon faded, and at the same time, the pitch-black forest became quiet again.
Even so, no one was willing to go into the depths of the jungle. Everyone subconsciously gathered together and stared at each other, silently watching the sky turn from a dark red to a solidified indigo.
After a period of time, the entire island was plunged into complete darkness. However, after that, more and more people passed through the jungle and arrived at the safe zone.
Most of these people were environmentalists. As soon as they entered the safe zone, they collapsed to the ground as if they had collapsed. It was obvious that they had exhausted almost all their strength to get here.
"Help them."
Fisher thought about it and directly issued an order to help this group of people. He lit the torches for them and distributed some food to them.
However, the food was soon distributed, so all they could do was treat the wounds of these people slightly and help them keep warm by the fire.
In this way, Fisher and the group worked until the early hours of the next day. At this time, the number of people in the safe zone had risen to more than 400, which was much larger than the previous evening.
However, this group of people who were busy in full swing did not notice that there were always dozens of invisible drones hovering over their heads, filming their every move.
"Very good leadership skills. This move has directly made him the core of this team again."
At this moment, twenty meters below Fisher's feet, several scientists in white coats were gathered together, observing the hundreds of screens on the entire wall. One of the screens was enlarged in the middle, showing a close-up of Fisher's face.
Professor Erickson, who was in charge of psychology, sighed. "As expected of an elite child from a financial group family. This kind of person can become an excellent leader no matter where he is."
"Indeed, but it's a pity that everyone still hates him in the depths of their hearts. After all, he's the one who caused everyone to be trapped here."
Adenauer nodded and suddenly turned to look at Yoru Kamidera. "Mr. Consultant, is this the experiment that Mr. Chen mentioned? A group of people conducting a social experiment on a deserted island? "
"Of course not."
Yoru Kamidera shook his head as a haze flashed across his eyes. "This is just foreplay. The real opening should start when someone sacrifices himself and lights up the signal tower."
"That was the beginning of the nightmare …"
...
Fisher and the others did not know that their every move was being silently observed by the people in the laboratory tens of meters below them. At this time, due to the lack of food and water, this group of people had to step into the depths of the jungle again in search of supplies. Those who stayed in the safe zone were responsible for cutting down the trees at the edge of the safe zone. The branches were used as firewood, while the tree trunks were used to make tools and water containers.
Even the mercenaries who had been eyeing Fisher covetously joined in on these activities. After all, humans were always social animals. More and more people understood that fighting alone in this place would not work.
Perhaps it was due to the blessing of the Goddess of Luck, no one encountered the tyrant monsters throughout the entire day. Not only that, but they also rescued dozens of people who were trapped, increasing the number of people in the safe zone to more than 500.
As for the rest of the missing people, everyone was well aware of their fates.
At the end of the day, everyone retreated back to the safe zone before the sky turned dark. At the same time, piles of bonfires were lit and everyone began to roast the food they had gathered during the day. Other than fungi and wild fruits, there were even squirrels and bird eggs.
Fisher was sitting in front of the fire, eating his food while thinking about his future when he suddenly heard the whispered conversation between two people.
"Hey, buddy, where did those 'butchers' go?"
"Butchers?"
"It's that big, pale hand. It's a monster that looks like a tyrant. Haven't you realized that everything we're doing now is very similar to the game Dead by Dawn?"
As he listened to the conversation between the two, Fisher's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He quickly walked in front of the two and asked in a low voice, "Please explain the rules of Dead by Dawn in detail!"
Both of them were taken aback when they saw Fisher's arrival, but the man still explained the rules under Fisher's urging.
"Mr. Fisher, there are two camps in Killing by Dawn, namely the survivors and the butchers. We're the survivors, and the monsters are the butchers who are hunting down the survivors. The signal towers are the generators in the game. In the game, as long as the survivors can repair enough generators, they can open the escape door and escape from the scene and the butchers' pursuit."
"Every survivor in the game has different skills, and there are many types of butchers. They used to be humans, but for various reasons, they became evil spirits. They imprison humans in the world they created and enjoy the pleasure of torturing and killing them.
"What's even more despairing is that whether the survivors successfully repair all the generators and escape, or fail to escape and are killed by the butchers, they will always return to the same place, which is the bonfire in the game's starting screen. Everything that happened just now is like a dream. Then, they will be hunted down again, killed again, or escape again. It's an endless cycle..."
When he heard this, for some reason, Fisher felt a chill in his heart. "Is it an endless cycle?"
"Yes, the background of this game is just that hopeless. According to the game's settings, the evil spirits are there to collect the 'hope' of humans..."
The other party replied.
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