In the faint mist, Lumian woke up.

He immediately turned over and got out of bed, headed straight to the window, and looked outside.

The mountain, made of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, stood quietly in the wilderness as usual.

Although it is only twenty or thirty meters high, it gives people the feeling of inserting into clouds and connecting the sky, so that Lumian subconsciously uses the word "mountain" to describe it.

At its feet, the collapsed buildings in various states formed a circle on the wilderness, layer by layer.

"From the physical structure of the monster carrying a hunting rifle, he must be good at running and jumping, and also has a certain IQ and can use a relatively complex weapon like a hunting rifle...

“It has very strong tracking capabilities…

"Not sure if it has some supernatural abilities like Orol...

“…”

Details about the goal emerged in Lumian's mind.

He initially judged that if he really wanted to confront the monster with a hunting rifle head-on, the probability of being killed was as high as 90%. If he tried to take advantage of his special nature, he would die faster, because once he entered meditation, he could bring himself to a dying state, and the other party only needed a simple blow to complete the harvest.

In addition to being unable to confront him head-on, sneak attacks and assassination are not within Lumian's consideration - this is based on the tracking ability shown by the opponent. He may not be able to truly hide his body, so he cannot do sneak attacks. Second, he does not have long-range weapons, even if he just gives him a revolver, he will not be so embarrassed now.

In the past two days, Lumian has repeatedly thought about how to deal with the monster, but in the end he can only think of one solution:

Take advantage of the trap!

He once went deep into the mountains with the hunters in the village, learned how to set up some simple traps, and then became proficient in a few pranks.

Lumian originally wanted to use the oil at home, such as putting them in a large uncovered bucket, putting them on a hidden high place, tied them with a rope, and when the target comes, pull the rope immediately, let the bucket pour, splash the other party with oil, and then take the opportunity to throw a lit torch over.

But after consideration, he gave up this idea again.

On the premise that the monster shows strong tracking ability, its sense of smell must be fully overestimated!

The smell of oil is quite obvious.

If other strong odors are used to cover it up, Lumian is not sure whether the other party will change its countermeasures, and whether it will be able to distinguish even subtle misalignments like a wild dog.

In the end, he chose to dig deep pits and buried sharp piles.

There is also a certain problem with this: with the tracking ability shown by that monster, it has a high probability of discovering abnormalities in advance and seeing through the traps.

Lumian’s response is to find ways to reduce its defense and make good use of the misunderstandings of thinking.

Simply put, he can only hope to suppress the other party in terms of IQ, and make good use of his greatest advantage as a human being when his weapons are not as good as a target.

"At least from the last time, it has a certain IQ but it won't be too high..." Lumian comforted himself in his heart.

Of course, he would not underestimate the monster because of this. He planned to plan the other party's IQ at the level of a normal person.

The target character is Pons Bennet.

"No, that guy is too stupid. If he hadn't had so many thugs, I would have let him kneel down and call him dad." Lumian thought for a while, carefully raising his expectations for the monster, "Well, treat it as a priest in the church who has never read it."

He looked out the window again, his eyes staying on the wilderness between his home and the ruins.

It is closer to the "safety zone" and is the safest for him, but it lacks cover and is completely visible, so it is really not suitable for "ambush".

"It's okay to dig a trap. If you can use it as bait, the other party can see you from afar and shoot you directly, and you won't come..." Lumian muttered a few words and decided to venture into the ruins and find a suitable place to set up a trap there.

The plan that already had a draft quickly took shape in his mind, and there was only the last point left to confirm:

It takes a lot of time to dig deep pits and bury sharp piles. Lumian couldn't order the other party and let it wait until it was done before coming.

After thinking about it, Lumian opened his arms and made a "hug the sun" posture, praying more devoutly than ever before:

"My God, my Father, please protect me from dealing with that monster.

"Praise the sun!"

Most things in the world cannot be 100% sure. Lumian no longer hesitated and carried a steel fork and an axe to leave the bedroom and enter the study.

Considering the target's weapon, he decided to replace the "protective equipment".

Lumian took off his cotton coat and tied hard cover books to his chest and back with a rope.

This is a homemade "paper armor"!

He vaguely remembered that his sister once said that he might suffer from internal injuries, but now he can't take care of so much.

Lumian moved his body to confirm that the current number of books would not affect his battle too much.

He put on the leather jacket outside again, went down to the bottom, and searched for the materials he might need to set the trap:

Not long after, he had an extra shovel in his hand and a bundle of rope around his waist - this one is for climbing, and the other is for making rope nets to replace branches.

After completing the preparation, Lumian took a deep breath and opened the door with his right hand holding the iron axe.

A faint grey mist filled the wilderness, and he walked step by step towards the peaks that seemed to be stained with blood.

In the deadly silence, Lumian reached the edge of the ruins.

He walked sideways for a while, threw shovels, steel forks, ropes and other things into the dark corner of a collapsed building, and then returned to the place where he had entered the ruins with only the axe.

He started exploring without any abnormality, sneaking into the depths of the ruins as slowly as last time.

When he arrived at the place where he was frightened by the three-faced monster, he stayed for nearly a minute before turning back.

Halfway through, he began to take a detour, towards the collapsed house where the shovel and steel fork were stored.

As he approached his destination, Lumian began to observe the terrain and search for places suitable for setting traps.

"There is a relatively wide and not long crack here. A little transformation is a good trap, and it can save me a lot of time. But the other one, maybe it will take a long time, I can only hope that the monster will not track it so quickly..."

Lumian took the shovel and other items, turned back to the position he picked, and quickly set up a trap.

After the cracks were initially modified, he cut off and sharpened pieces of wood with an axe, placed them at the bottom of the trap, and then he weaved a rope net, spread it on the trap, and covered it with a layer of floating soil to try to be consistent with the surroundings.

After completing this, he pretended to be a monster and was following him and came to this trap.

"If it can detect this trap, it will definitely choose to bypass it or even jump directly, and it will probably reach this position...

"What I need is that it can see me as soon as it arrives here but it can't do it before, so I can only hide here..." Lumian measured the distance with his feet, identified the direction with his eyes, and slowly came to a pretty intact wall.

He squatted there and confirmed his vision.

Then, he began to dig a second trap.

This is the arrangement for "normal humans":

When a person is tracking the target, he finds that the other party has set a trap for him, and he can easily detect it and find the enemy who is ambushing next to him, he will most likely be very proud and eager, ignore the possibility of a second trap, and rush to his prey.

It is easy for ordinary IQ to have such misunderstandings or blind spots to have such thinking.

Lumian only hopes that the monster cannot reach the average IQ of humans, otherwise he will have to turn around and run away. He will be caught up and die somewhere in the wilderness, and will have a low probability of escaping back to his home and hiding into the "safety zone".

The abnormality of Kordu Village forced him to take risks with his life.

As time passed by minute by minute, Lumian finally got the second trap, and the monster carrying a hunting rifle had not appeared yet.

The same is true for other monsters.

He was finally able to feel more at ease. After hiding shovels and other items, he stood up straight and spread his arms.

"Praise the sun!" This time, he was even more sincere.

Lumian then shrank to the wall, half-squatted on the ground, staring at the first trap.

From where he came just now, I couldn't see this side because there was a collapsed building blocking the view.

He patiently waited.

Plop, plop, plop… Lumian clearly felt his heartbeat was increasing.

For him, this was an experience he had never had before.

When wandering, he also faces "enemy" who is older than himself and physically stronger than himself, but they do not aim to kill each other, but mainly to snatch food, money and a place for sleeping. Even if someone really dies during this process, it is an accident.

Now, the enemy he is about to face is a monster who will not abide by human laws and morality, and is far stronger than him. Maybe he has a small number of extraordinary abilities. Once a plan makes a mistake, his fate can be imagined.

Plop, plop, plop… Lumian was inevitably highly nervous.

No one doesn't want to live well, and he is no exception.

Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale...

Lumian took a deep breath to adjust his tense spirit.

And this doesn't seem to be very effective.

For a moment, he hoped that the monster would come sooner, but he was afraid that it would actually come.

The former is because it can make things end soon. In this way, no matter whether the result is good or bad, at least Lumian doesn't have to be as nervous as he is now and is about to collapse, while the latter is simply a kind of fear.

Seeing that his condition would get worse and worse, he told himself, "This is to not drag down Orol" while trying to meditate.

The red sun was harder than ever to outline, but with Lumian's efforts, it finally emerged.

This also calmed Lumian a lot, but her body was still a little trembling.

At this moment, he heard a slight noise.
Chapter completed!