Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 1 1. Investigating Your Own Death

Las Vegas, a rough neighborhood.

The night is deep, and the heat of the day has become cool and pleasant. The stars and the moon hide in the darkness, and the continuous song of insects plays in the flowers in the garden, like a dream-like requiem.

An uninvited guest woke up this night.

"Well, where am I?"

Lu Dian frantically tore off the rope around his neck that made him breathless, groped in the dark, and successfully turned on the switch on the wall.

The light illuminates a bedroom full of student atmosphere.

On the opposite side are tables, chairs, globes, lamps, and a calendar with wonderful scenery like the Wizard of Oz, early May 1980.

The original owner is obviously a Star Wars fan, and there are a pair of stunning movie posters on the four walls: Darth Vader, the Dark Lord wearing a black scalp helmet, wearing a black cloak, holding a red lightsaber, and a black jacket. Captain Han Solo with a buckler, master Obi-Wan Kenobi with white hair and wise eyes...

There are neatly stacked middle school textbooks in the three-story closet next to the poster: English, chemistry, world history, and a bunch of thriller novels: "The End of the World", "Vampire Daredevil"...

The cover of the book shone with a gentle luster, and the titles were all in English. As a person from the Celestial Dynasty, he should have spent a little time switching to understand, but at this moment, he knew it instinctively.

Turning his head, his pupils constricted.

A gray four-legged stool lay upside down in the open space beside the bed, and a black hemp rope was tightly entangled on it like a poisonous snake - Dean had just untied it from his neck.

And above the hemp rope is the ceiling beam.

Obviously, the predecessor used these few things to hang himself.

But he was inexperienced, so he didn't tie it tightly, and the hemp rope loosened and slipped down.

……

Dean shook his head, and walked to the front of the dressing mirror by the desk to take a closer look at his current appearance.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, medium build, 1.7 meters five, about 140 catties.

A blue T-shirt on the upper body, with Super lo cinema written in white on the left chest.

A pair of simple jeans.

The clothes and pants are wet, I don't know if it's sweat or cold water.

This Chinese character face has the traditional Chinese short black hair and black eyes, but the mandible angle is wider, and the facial features are sharp-edged and tough. This should be due to the long-term focus on meat, as well as the exaggerated accent and accent habits of the native English speaker.

"Not as handsome as I was in my previous life, but more masculine."

Under the light at this moment, the skin on his cheeks was pale as if he had lost too much blood, which was in stark contrast to the dense bloodshot around his eyes, the blood dripping red on his neck, and the strangle marks deep in his flesh.

Dean checked it out, and apart from the bruise between his neck, he was fine.

"So I crossed over?"

Not long ago in the 2022 graduation season, he had a farewell meal with his college classmates who had been with him for four years, and went to a board game bar to play a new board game. A few glasses of white wine.

This is also because the graduation season is the breakup season, so he separated from his female girlfriend of the vocal music department who had been with him for four years, and drank his worries.

Who would have thought of being so drunk?
Dean's cheeks were stiff and wriggling, revealing an ugly smile, clenched his fists,
"I swear, from today onwards, I, Ludian, no, I am called Dean Lu now, and I will never take the initiative to drink a drop of wine, otherwise I will be called—single forever!"

The young man who made the poisonous oath looked at the lushly vegetated courtyard under the window, and the memory of this new identity was boiling, some of which were as clear as before his eyes, while others were as blurred as if the signal was bad.

……

Dean's father, Lu Guangming, is a construction worker of Chinese descent. His mother, Lena Glenn, is from Indiana and has some Indian blood. When she was eighteen or nineteen, she moved with her elder brother to Las Vegas, a city where heaven and hell intersect. Opened a trinket shop...

The two built a warm and happy family.

Good times are not long.

In 1972, when Dean was ten years old, his parents drove back to their hometown for vacation, but they never returned, leaving only a meager savings, an old house, and the family photo on the bedside table.

His uncle Paque brought him up.

Well, the memory of this uncle in Dean's mind is very vague, and he seems to be a big man with an informal and bold personality.

However, in recent years, because Dean got older and entered Nevada State High School, Uncle Paqui went home much less frequently. He only came back for one night for more than a month, sometimes a few months. Works in a city in northern Nevada.

Today is Paque's working day, and Dean is the only one in the whole house, so he chooses to self-destruct at this point in time.

"Indian blood plus Chinese blood, the buff is full, the future is boundless, why not think about it?"

Dean stared at himself in the mirror, the person in the mirror was silent, only the dull eyes filled with a trace of loneliness and depression.

Dean felt a trace of sadness and palpitations, and his nose was sore for no reason.

Just like the previous life, the ghost of the dead person still remains in this body, affecting him.

He shook his head, walked to the window, took a deep breath, and began to search the bedroom, focusing on the desk and drawers, but unfortunately he arrived too late.

There was a pile of burnt paper scraps in the trash basket, and he flipped through it for a long time to see a corner of the envelope with two English letters MO on the name column.

what does this mean?
He racked his brains and couldn't remember.

After a cursory inspection of the bedroom, Dean went out and continued to inspect his surroundings.

This is a two-story single-family small house, an ordinary house.

There are two bedrooms on the second floor, one for Paque, one for myself, and a corner bathroom with no bathtub but only a shower. This house is quite old, with yellowed walls and creaking wooden floors from time to time, but at least it is clean Neat, obviously Dean cleans often.

Walk quickly down the stairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, there is also a thick and heavy display tube TV.

Through the glass window of the living room, he could see the neighboring houses separated by wooden fences on the left and right sides of the house, but at the moment it was quiet and pitch black.

He went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took ice cubes from a pile of canned chickpeas, and put a towel on the wound on his neck.

Slumped comfortably on the sofa, watching the huge black and white TV, negative emotions such as fear and tension gradually faded away.

"Cheer up, Dean, it's useless to dwell on the past now, it's important to adapt to this new identity as soon as possible."

It's a pity that maybe just after crossing, many key memories in his mind, including the experience of his predecessor in recent months, are all cleared, and he can't remember it at all.

But now, after accepting this body and visiting the whole "home", Dean felt an irrepressible urge.

It seems to be an "innate" mission——

Find out why this poor man, Dean Lou, self-destructed!
If the young man is emotionally frustrated and acts impulsively, Dean will naturally live on his behalf and take care of his only relative, uncle Paqui.

The vision cultivated in the age of information explosion, some future information in his mind - he has no other achievements in the four years of college, but under the influence of his girlfriend, no ex-girlfriend, he has learned a lot of European and American classic songs. If you have the opportunity, you can Try being a porter, it should be no problem to get enough food and clothing in this era.

But if it is for other reasons.

Some people or things with malicious intentions, the external pressure forced the predecessor to commit suicide, then these things will inevitably continue to threaten his new life.

Only when the hidden dangers are thoroughly removed can Dean plan for the future with peace of mind!

Make up your mind.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes blurred, and a row of translucent Chinese characters with strange lights appeared in front of him.
You have taken on the event - The Death of Teenage Dean: Retrieve key lost memories and discover the truth about the self-destruction of your predecessor.

You will get additional rewards for completing the first event.

Investigation progress: 5/100 (you must personally participate in the investigation to improve the progress)
Duration: seven days

Estimated Difficulty: Easy (Clues are almost under your nose.)
Reward: 30 experience + restore memory + a specialty (first time reward)

Punishment: The event is closed, and the extra reward of the first event is lost.

Dean Lou

Character level: 0 (0/100)

Age: 18
Physique: 11 (affects physical fitness, resistance to blows, recovery from injuries and stamina, resistance to abnormal physical states...generally 8-12 for adult males)

Strength: 10 (weight bearing, blow, blow resistance, muscle...)
Dexterity: 11 (speed, reaction, body coordination...)
Perception: 9 (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, other special perceptions...)
Mental: 12 (mind, emotion, energy, spirituality...)
Will: 9 (Will is the guardian of the spirit, affecting concentration, calmness, mental abnormality resistance...)
……

Ability (0/5): None
Expertise: None
Event (1/1)

The death of young Dean.

……

"Isn't this board the role-playing board game I played with my classmates before time travel?"

Dean's heart trembled, and memories rolled in his mind.

This board game is not a regular version, but a supernatural game set in a near-future world.

Players can choose to play bounty hunters, investigators, true detectives, and even cunning criminals to participate in mysterious and terrifying incidents.

And these characters are not ordinary people, not even normal human beings. They have super powers such as mind reading, hypnosis, dreaming, illusion, bewitching, witchcraft, special firearms, energy manipulation, etc., and they can be called "advanced" at the top of the food chain. biology".

But the background of the system had nothing to do with the world he was in now—in the early 80s, Dean tried to remember.

The general environment of this world is very similar to the history of the earth in his impression.

World War I, World War II... The Great Depression is no different from before. The progress of world history and most of the social details are similar to those in the previous life. If you recall it roughly, the similarity is about 80.00%?

In his limited 18 years of life, Dean has never experienced, or heard from others, nor seen any unusual events.

Paranormal phenomenon?
superpower?
Not found yet.

Maybe this is a normal world?
……

"Do as the Romans do, so the system neutered all superpowers?"

Dean's heart skipped a beat, he stared at the "reward" in the system, and tried to find an explanation, but the cold system didn't seem to have artificial intelligence and didn't answer.

Dean could only slowly explore and research by himself.

"The quality of this body is very good, healthy and full of vitality, especially the two attributes of physique and agility, it is already the best among adults."

"Maybe it was an hour of cycling to school every morning to practice."

"Sensitive at 11 o'clock, it's a pity not to practice the sprinter."

"But what the hell is 9 points of willpower? They are almost close to the lower limit of normal people? I have been a human being with low willpower in two lifetimes?"

Dean twisted his limbs, jumped twice on the spot, reached out to touch the ceiling, felt this brand new body, and tried to mobilize the system according to his thoughts.

Unfortunately, apart from being able to exhale and hide at will, the system has no other functions.

Dean was unwilling to study for a long time.

What are the feats in rewards?
I can only complete surveys to gain experience, is there any other way?

The clock on the wall quietly passed one o'clock.

He has no clue.

"No matter what, having a cold golden finger is better than traveling through nothing."

The excitement of just coming to another world passed, and the uncontrollable drowsiness suddenly surged up.

"Tomorrow is Tuesday, the school must have a clue."

Dean turned off the light, wrapped his hands around the back of his head, and lay down comfortably on the bed.

"Take a good rest and welcome a new life."

There was a slight snore in the bedroom.

……

(End of this chapter)