Roger looked up and glanced around, but didn't see Henrik and Hathaway on the couch.

"Where are the two of them going?"

Touching down his neck, Roger didn't find any mollusks, but he touched the steel sword behind his back.

He had already set up a magic circle last night, and if there really were ghosts in this room, there would be no way to hide his body under the activated magic circle.

A little light was shining through the window, and the sun had not yet risen.

"What's going on?"

"I slept all night without realizing it?"

Roger stood up.

"Henrik!"

He shouted.

There was no response in the empty villa.

"Out?"

Roger pushed the door open.

Outside, it was cloudy, it seemed to be a little cloudy, the air was damp, and the grass in front of the villa was stained with morning dew.

Looking into the distance, a little mist shrouded him, and Roger's vision could only see a distance of about 20 meters at most.

The whole neighborhood is very quiet, and there are no residents who get up for a morning run at this time.

Roger faintly sensed that something was wrong, and although Henrik looked grinning, he was absolutely reliable when it came to actually carrying out the mission.

If he and Hathaway leave the house at the same time, they will leave at least a note, if not to wake themselves up.

And last night...... I actually slept all night.

In this dangerous environment, it is really a relatively abnormal thing, patting his head, Roger thought about it carefully.

"That's not right!"

"When did I fall asleep?"

Although the order of the vigil was assigned, the three of them were in good spirits, and even if they didn't sleep all night, there was no problem.

Thinking of this, Roger rushed into the house as quickly as possible.

"Henrik!"

"Hathaway!"

He ran from the first floor to the third floor at a fast pace, but after a few minutes, Roger was surprised to find that not only was there no one in the room, but the whole room was in a completely different state than they had been before they went to bed last night.

In order to find clues, the three of them carefully turned the entire villa upside down, and although most of the things were in place, they left a little trace.

But at this time......

The room was empty and tidy!

It's as if ......

A flash of inspiration flashed in my head.

It's like that dream of Veronica!

"I'm in a dream, too?"

Roger's face changed suddenly.

"No, unlike Veronica, I can stay awake in my dreams." Roger frowned and thought for a moment.

"Is it because my spirit is stronger than hers?"

Realizing what was wrong, Roger pulled out his short knife, the sharp blade touching his skin, causing him to feel a slight tingle.

"Does this feel too real?"

What kind of monster is it, are the three of us dragged into the same dream, or are we separated?

And how do you get out of here?

Thinking of Veronica's account, he went to the underground cellar again, but it was no different from reality, there was still no secret passage here.

There was no harvest in the room, and Roger didn't want to sit here passively and wait, so he pushed open the door and walked outside the villa again.

After all this time, it was still dark outside, the sun never seemed to come out, and the fog on the streets was a little heavier, and the visibility was more than 20 meters just now, but now it is less than 10 meters.

Before coming to the villa, he had seen the basic structural map of the villa area on Rose Street, and had a general idea of the topography here.

This villa in Veronica is built around a lake and is the center of the entire villa complex, with a circle of other residences outward.

As long as he keeps walking along the road in front of the door, eventually he will circle the lake and return to the original point again.

The terrain here is not too complicated, so you don't have to worry about losing your bearings even in the fog.

After thinking about it, Roger drew the weapon in his hand, intending to look around.

Turning left on the door, his figure was gradually engulfed in the mist, and he took a few steps forward, as if he had stimulated something in the mist because of his entry.

The fog around him became thicker and thicker, and after only a dozen steps, the villa behind him was barely visible.

Although the surroundings were bright, this environment surrounded by fog still made Roger feel a little uneasy.

The unknown is always the most frightening.

Taking a few more steps forward, this time Roger could clearly tell that the fog around him was indeed thickening.

He could only vaguely see what was within 5 meters of his surroundings, and as for the villa behind him, it had completely disappeared from view.

Click, click.

Just then, there was a strange sound in the distance.

A faint shadow stepped out of the mist, and the sound slapped on the ground like a piece of blood-stained minced flesh, which sounded very uncomfortable.

The surrounding fog seemed to appear out of thin air, and the intensity went up a new level, and this time Roger's vision narrowed again.

Even if he activated the hunter's vision, this dense fog was very strange, and even the vision that could penetrate the darkness did not have much effect here.

The mist slid across his skin, and for a moment, Roger even felt that the mist was alive, they were outlining their own forms and then transmitting information to some being in the depths of the mist!

Click, click!

The voice was getting closer, and finally Roger could see the figure coming out of the mist.

A vague, blood-drenched humanoid.

It had an unusually large head, the lower end of which was almost connected to the entire shoulder, and the skin on the surface of the body seemed to have been peeled away, revealing the fascia and muscles underneath.

Two thick front paws lay on the ground, crawling on the ground like wild beasts, their large cracked mouths full of dagger-like fangs, and their eyes were cloudy, as if they had lost their basic visual function.

Roger moved back slightly half a step, immediately attracting the attention of the monster in front of him.

"Voice?"

"Or through the flow of fog?"

But obviously this thing is not a creature that can communicate, and the next second, without warning, the ghoul-like creature exerts its front legs and pounces on it!

"What a speed!"

Roger leaned slightly, but just as he was about to attack, the monster suddenly opened its mouth, and a red mass ejected from its mouth, shooting straight at Roger's face like a sharp sword.

Roger dodged the attack while also seeing what was attacking him.

Tongue.

A bright red tongue covered with spikes!

Without hesitation, Roger flicked his wrist and rolled up the steel sword in his hand!

After the monster's tongue shot out, when it recoiled back, it happened to wrap the steel sword in it, and with the strength of the other party, Roger followed.

Seeing that Roger's body was about to collide with the monster, the weapon in his hand spun, breaking the monster's spiky tongue.

Immediately after, follow the other party's open mouth straight into the brain!

The blade spun, the muscles in the arm lifted, and by the time it was raised, the monster's entire head had been split in two from its mouth upwards!

But before Roger could stand up, a powerful oppressive force suddenly came from the fog, and his whole body was knocked out like a cannonball, flying more than ten meters away.

His chest churned, and Roger almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as he stood up, he heard a dull sound of footsteps in the mist, as if a behemoth was approaching here!

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