Cutie Beauty swung her short arms vigorously, and the group of candidates who drew the white card ghost did not dare to delay.
They all ran towards the inside of Loras Park.
Only Hisoka walked in slowly and leisurely, like a leisurely stroll.
"Is he the dangerous person who killed twenty candidates?"
Cutie Beauty remained calm on the surface and looked at Hisoka's back with vigilance in her heart.
The bloodlust emanating from the other party made even her very afraid.
"Although he is a little worse than Vice Chairman Pariston, he is obviously such a handsome man, but he turned out to be a murderer..."
Cutie Beauty pouted secretly; this is not the type she likes.
On the contrary, looking at the group of ghost hunters, her eyes lit up.
"This suit is also a perfect match for him!"
Repressing the urge in her heart, Cutie Beauty secretly looked at Lan over there twice.
"He looks just like Vice Chairman Pariston in a beige blazer and a black suit, giving me the same feeling!"
As a Beauty Hunter, Cutie Beauty naturally pursues anything related to beauty, or should I say, anything that is beautiful in her eyes.
In her eyes, Lan is a representative of beauty.
This also made Cutie Beauty's mind gradually emerge with small ideas.
And Lan naturally felt her secretive eyes.
But he didn't want to pay attention to these crazy fans and pretended not to see her.
With other candidates, he silently waited for 30 minutes to pass.
When the time was up.
Whoosh!
One by one, the candidates who were the ghost hunters ran towards Loras Park in front.
But soon, all of their bodies froze in place.
Loras Park, one of the world's most famous natural heritage landscapes, is a sea of flowers after entering.
There are many flowers and butterflies here, which are very attractive to tourists.
Naturally, it also attracted Hisoka, who likes butterflies.
He was sitting on a small hill in the middle of the garden, raising his right hand, letting the butterflies hover around or land on it.
The picture is very beautiful, very peaceful, and serene, but…
This kind of picture happened to Hisoka, who was the image of a murderer in the minds of the candidates, and the sense of contrast was too heavy.
Seeing this scene, the candidates who came in to catch ghosts were silent.
Then, they ran to both sides together, wisely avoiding this place.
And for the ghost in the center of the garden, they all pretended not to see it tacitly.
Don't look at Hisoka's peaceful appearance now, but if they really start to fight, people will know what the hell is.
Only those who think their lives are too long will go looking for trouble with Hisoka.
"It seems that there are no other candidates here."
Lan, who followed in from behind, just casually glanced at the situation in the garden and then walked in other directions without stopping.
Well, no one who thinks their lives are too long will attack Hisoka, the ghost.
Those candidates who become ghosts will not think that they live too long, so they hide next to Hisoka.
Everyone wants to stay away from him.
As for Hisoka, he sat alone in the middle of the garden, admiring the butterfly in his hand and indulging in his own world.
Some candidates who become ghosts did not grasp the essence of being a ghost.
On the one hand, they should not be discovered, and on the other hand, they should be able to evacuate in time after being discovered without being labeled with a red round card.
Most people just think about how to find a very hidden place to cover themselves.
But even they thought of this situation, and of course, those candidates who hunted ghosts would think of it.
So, in those seemingly very safe hiding places, fierce battles broke out.
"As long as there is an act of hiding, there will inevitably be traces of action."
In the park, Lan sat casually on the big tree stump: "Instead of finding a hidden place to hide, it is better to occupy a place that can be perfectly defended and evacuated in time."
"You can retreat and defend, if you can't win, just run, as long as you don't get caught, everything will be fine."
"Their behavior of just burying themselves is just a tortoise that has trapped itself, in my opinion."
After his voice fell, the surrounding environment was still quiet and silent.
"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin."
Lan was too lazy to talk nonsense and took the gun, Collector, from his waist.
Bang!
He raised his hand and fired a shot, and the bullet hit a bird's nest on the tree next to him.
Puff.
Blood splashed everywhere, and a figure fell out of it in a mess.
His face was pale, and one hand covered his left thigh that was pierced by the bullet.
"Did you take the initiative to stick the card on yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Click.
Lan casually threw the red card in front of the man.
"I..."
Ryu, who had short green hair and wore dark martial arts clothes, covered his thigh with reluctance written all over his face.
This was also a minor character.
He was the 34th candidate next year.
During the fourth round of hunting on Zevil Island, he was Bodoro's target and was knocked down by him, and his number tag was taken down, allowing Bodoro to participate in the final exam.
This year, it was the same, and he stopped his journey in this hunting round.
Although he was unwilling in his heart, Ryu, who had been injured in the thigh and could not move, knew that his journey in this exam would end there.
Rather than letting the other party take action and torture himself, it would be better to admit defeat.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up the red card from the ground, and silently stuck it on his body.
"Candidate No. 165 was caught and eliminated."
The moment Ryu put on the red card, the white card in his arms sounded a prompt.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Without stopping for a moment, Lan put away his gun, turned around, and walked out of the forest without any hesitation.
Ryu was left alone, sitting on the ground, with a look of dejection.
Or rather, he was not the only one.
"Leave... Leave?"
Under the big tree stump where Lan had sat before, Tonpa was hiding inside, trembling with fear.
Tonpa had every reason to suspect that what Lan had just said was actually directed at him.
The reason why he was not dragged out, Tonpa thought, might be that Lan felt that shooting a bird's nest was easier and more convenient than digging a big tree stump.
If there was not another candidate here who served as his scapegoat, otherwise Tonpa felt that his Hunter Exam journey would end there.
"Fortunately…" He silently shrank and sighed softly.
On the ground, Ryu was unable to move because his thigh was pierced, so he could only lean here and wait for the Hunter Association's arrangements and aftermath after the time was over.
After the gunshot, ghost-hunter candidates came here from time to time to check the situation.
As a result, after seeing the injured person leaning there and the red card on his body, they all left immediately in silence.
As for the huge tree stump, naturally, no one cared.
At the same time, various scenes of ghost hunting and hiding were constantly being played out in various places in Loras Park.
The ghost-hunter candidates also used various methods to deal with this.
By the pond.
"Although your archery skills are not bad, it's a pity~"
Geretta walked to the candidate, who was stiff and unable to move: "Your hiding skills are not yet up to par." He casually threw away the paralysis poison needle on the opponent's neck and then stuck the red card in his hand on it.
"Candidate No. 239 was caught and eliminated."