Chapter 4222

Even if the agent wasn't proficient in psychoanalysis, he could see that Linda was really happy. Since they met, this might be the happiest time for her.

Originally, the agent didn't hold much hope for catching fish with such simple equipment. That fish spear was, to put it bluntly, a sharpened long wooden stick. And although Linda was strong and sturdy, she didn't look like someone who had caught fish, and the success rate was really slim.

However, as everyone knows, whether a person can catch fish has little to do with the person and a lot to do with the fish. In a place with abundant resources, you can catch fish even if you cast a rod casually; in a place where fish resources are scarce, it's useless even if a world champion comes.

The bottom of the waterfall is indeed a good place for fishing; the oxygen content here is high, and those anadromous fish must come here to breathe. Linda rowed the boat around here for a while and soon found the target. She swung the spear hard and speared down fiercely. However, it was a pity that this shot missed.

And the agent had already arrived at the top of the waterfall. This waterfall wasn't big, only three or four meters high. He found a small path up, stood on the top of the waterfall, and pointed out the direction for Linda. He pointed to the other side and said: "Over there, the water splashes over there are relatively large, there should be fish."

Linda rowed over and sure enough, soon found a school of fish. She didn't hesitate either, picked up the fish spear, and speared down fiercely. With a splash, a large fish was lifted up by her directly.

This fish spear only had one tip and couldn't fix the fish. The fish flicked its body and fell back into the water. Linda wasn't reconciled and jumped directly into the water. In a short while, the agent saw blood splashing on the water.

Linda's head emerged from under the water. She clamped the fish she had caught with one arm and swam with the other, soon arriving at the shore.

When the agent walked down, Linda was holding the fish and examining it. The agent walked over and looked, finding that it was a salmon. He squeezed the fish belly and then said: "There should be quite a few fish eggs here."

Linda grinned. She found a tree branch from the side and sliced open the fish belly; sure enough, the whole belly was full of fish eggs.

And at this time, what was beyond the agent's expectation was that Linda grabbed the fish tail like crazy and began to smash the fish against the ground with force.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The agent hurriedly hid to the side. This girl had some strength, and the fish was swung with great force. Before smashing it a few times, the fish body broke, but even if only the tail section remained, she was still smashing it fiercely. Until the entire fish was smashed to pieces. Those fish eggs were even more rotten, not looking like anything, and the ground was full of rotten fish meat and blood.

Just like that, she still didn't seem to feel relieved and began to jump on the fish and stomp fiercely. Those fish eggs were also not spared, all being stomped and burst. Then she stood in place panting, her whole body trembling.

"Are you okay?" The agent knew that asking was also asking in vain; the situation was obviously not very good.

He had already realized that Linda wanted to catch fish, not to enjoy the fun; she was purely at odds with the fish eggs in the fish belly. But what kind of hatred she had with the fish eggs, it was currently impossible to judge.

However, what was known was that her resentment in this regard was not small, and it could even be said to be surprisingly large. The only bit of human feeling she had was all used on catching fish and killing fish.

Thinking of this, the agent suddenly thought that Linda might have a common language with the Hunter. Because the Hunter was morbid, and Linda was obviously also somewhat morbid. His train of thought immediately opened up.

Due to the severe restrictions of the instance, the agent had no way to speed-run like in the past, but had to study the plot. However, compared to the psychoanalytic method that was close to mind-reading, the biggest disadvantage of the behavioral analysis method was that it required enough sample data.

It was said before that the current mainstream in the industry is the behavioral analysis method, because in the case of sufficient sample data, the accuracy of the behavioral analysis method is very high. And if someone comes to receive psychological treatment, they must undergo long-term treatment, and there is enough time to collect data to ensure accuracy.

However, in this kind of plot instance, players must outrun the plot. That is to say, they cannot follow the plot step by step, otherwise, there will definitely be no good ending, but must be one step ahead of the plot to figure out what is going on.

Take this instance as an example; if they could know that there was a corpse there before the clown corpse got up, and also know that the corpse would come back to life, they actually wouldn't need to go in at all; just burn the warehouse down.

Of course, this might make them miss many clues, but it's just because they are in the early stage of the plot, the monster's intensity isn't high, so compared to avoiding danger, collecting clues is more important. But in the later stage, there must be trade-offs. Those monsters that might kill in one hit must be avoided even if clues are abandoned, otherwise, they will lose members very quickly.

So it is very important to obtain relevant information before the plot progresses to a certain stage. But the behavioral analysis method is that one must experience it first, and then infer. This creates a paradox: they must follow the plot first and follow the actions of the plot characters to collect their behavioral data, but by that time, it is already too late.

And among all the players now, the only one who is good at psychoanalysis is the Hunter. However, the Hunter's psychoanalysis is also somewhat different from others; to be precise, that is not psychoanalysis, but mental tracking, which only has aggressiveness and lacks information.

And considering his personality, he is not the kind of person who will talk at length to analyze. The agent originally didn't hold much hope, but he suddenly remembered that the morbid and the normal are actually not very different. That is to say, every morbid trait has a certain ability of other traits.

On the way back, the agent was thinking that perhaps he could persuade the Hunter to manipulate Linda.

Linda's mental state isn't very normal, and she obviously hid some things. This kind of person is very easy to manipulate, so even if it's not manipulation, it should be possible.

After thinking all the way, after returning to the old house, the agent immediately went upstairs to find the Hunter. The Hunter was still sitting on the edge of the bed, pale, appearing somewhat weak.

The agent felt somewhat strange. The Hunter was indeed not lightly injured; he was stabbed in the abdomen, didn't undergo suturing, just simple bandaging, and besides some fever-reducing medicine, didn't take any medicine, yet he could still jump around for so long, which already belonged to a medical miracle.

But speaking of it, it was somewhat strange; the agent always felt that this wasn't the true level of the morbid. And, besides reminding him a sentence or two when he came here, the Hunter hadn't spoken again, but had been somewhat detached. What was going on?

The agent was somewhat worried, but he wasn't good at asking more; after all, asking like this really felt a bit like putting pressure on his teammate.

However, he forgot for a moment that they shared a memory bank, which meant there was team voice, and the system couldn't detect it. Just as he thought of this, the Hunter turned to look at him.

His complexion seemed even paler than before. The agent was really somewhat worried. He sat down next to the Hunter and looked at him. The Hunter said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"I saw it; it's looking for me."

Just this one sentence made the agent's hair stand on end.

"Who?!"

The Hunter shook his head, then said again: "Bring her to me."

The agent was still somewhat dazed when he went downstairs. Because he suddenly realized that the Hunter's ability, which is "mental vision," can be considered a god-like skill for seeing ghosts in a certain sense.

In this kind of horror instance that really has paranormal events, being able to directly see people's souls and spirits isn't it just being able to directly see ghosts?!

The agent rubbed his forehead. He knew this matter wasn't that simple. Now, through the Hunter's mouth, he confirmed that there was indeed an evil spirit wandering around them. But the problem is, who this evil spirit is, and what the conditions for attacking others are.

The agent wasn't very concerned about the former; the point is the latter. There is no doubt that this evil spirit shouldn't be able to kill indiscriminately; otherwise, under such strict restrictions, they wouldn't have survived the first day. However, he shouldn't be completely not attacking others either; otherwise, the Hunter wouldn't be in his current state.

The agent could see that the Hunter had been trying his best to avoid being discovered by certain things. For this, he couldn't even focus his attention on the real world.

The agent didn't know what the Hunter saw in the mental world, and how he avoided the pursuit of that terrible evil spirit. But he knew that if the Hunter also needed to struggle to save his life, then this evil spirit was probably invincible; at least there was no way to be killed in the mental world, and one could only hide and walk away.

That is to say, once they trigger the kill rule of the evil spirit, they don't even have the ability to struggle and will be killed directly.

This made the agent's pressure increase instantly. But this instance doesn't allow speed-running. To know the hunting rule of the evil spirit, one still has to figure out who the evil spirit is; and to figure out the identity of the evil spirit, one still has to continue walking the plot.

The agent sighed deeply. He walked downstairs, and as a result, he heard Aunt Kane's scream.

"Linda!!! Why do you have such a strong fishy smell on you? You killed fish, didn't you?! Don't you know it's the spawning season for salmon now?! You devil who should go to hell! Satan's daughter!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Linda also let out a scream, which soon turned into crying. The agent ran down while feeling somewhat confused. Linda was actually quite strong, while Aunt Kane was relatively thin. Aunt Kane wanted to hit her; she didn't hide, so why didn't she run?

But he still rushed downstairs and stopped this domestic violence farce. Aunt Kane saw someone coming down, so she didn't hit her anymore, just stood aside angrily.

"Don't be like this, ma'am. Violent behavior is not advisable. Besides, Linda is still a little girl. We just went to play by the waterfall and encountered a dead fish on the road; it probably fell from the waterfall and died. There were quite a few fish eggs in the fish's belly. We saw it was pitiful, so we buried it. I even prayed for it. Because we stayed for a long time, it was inevitable to have a smell. Just wash it off. Don't be angry anymore."

Hearing this explanation, Aunt Kane seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and she said: "Oh, my god, that's great. I thought you really... sorry, that's really too cruel. I really can't accept it. Linda is a good girl; she shouldn't pick up such bad habits."

Hearing this tone, the agent felt somewhat strange in his heart: how did it seem like Aunt Kane knew what Linda was going to do? Did Linda do this before? Or was she going to do it, but didn't succeed and was stopped by Aunt Kane?

"It's like this, my brother caught a cold when he came here and had a fever the night before last. We didn't say anything for fear of disturbing you, but he has worsened a bit now. But his body has always been very good, and he will be fine after resting. But I don't have much experience in taking care of people, and I hope Linda can help. Of course, if it's too much trouble, forget it..."

"Oh, my god, you should have said so earlier," Aunt Kane said with some surprise. "Go ahead, Linda. Take good care of this gentleman's brother. I'll go pour you some hot water."