Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 100 100. Christmas

At noon this day, at the wooden dining table among the green grass of Nevada State High School, Dean and a group of friends enjoyed lunch in a circle.

"The news channels are going crazy," Baker stuffed a taco stuffed with meat and vegetables into his mouth, "The famous real estate businessman Leighton Stone's family of five was shot in the head in his back room."

"The body of his youngest son, Gru Stone, was found in a private residence on Palm Street dozens of miles away."

"The whole family was wiped out."

He wiped his hands on his chest hair, and the black girl beside him, Jenny, immediately rolled her eyes in disgust.

"I learned more terrible inside stories from Thomas," Gretchen blinked her light blue eyes, and said mysteriously to her friends, "Dozens of dead bodies were also found in the secret room where they died. It can be traced back to two years ago... This family is a hidden perverted murderer."

"A certain vigilante discovered their evil deeds and imposed sanctions. Afterwards, they secretly deposited the evidence of their crimes at the gate of the police station."

"Why is this the same as the superhero in the comics, has this vigilante been caught?"

Everyone's eyes are shining,

"Thomas said he was still investigating," Gretchen shook her head, "but the vigilantes were very clean and basically left no clues."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, I feel bad..." Abby squatted on the chair, clenched the hot coffee cup with both hands, a trace of fear flashed across her thin face, "There have been too many homicides in Las Vegas this year. normal."

"Since the death of Bob Lowe, Lake Mead, I was framed and blamed... More than [-] gangsters were burned to death on the street of Jenny's house... Finally, this time the perverted murderer's family was wiped out... Never Years as bad as this one."

Dean sipped the yogurt with complicated eyes.

"Don't scare yourself, this is your illusion," Gretchen gave Abby half an apple pie on the plate, "The number of murders hasn't increased, it's just that we pay more attention to this aspect as we get older."

"But I think Abby's analysis makes sense, this year is very evil," Baker analyzed solemnly, "Maybe next time these terrible accidents will happen to us again?"

"Fakeyu! I'll tear your crow's mouth apart!" Jenny's long pink nails grabbed her boyfriend's cheeks and pulled them into a big cake.

"I remembered!" Britney stood up suddenly, crossed herself on her chest, and said with a tight face, "The evangelist Pat Robertson once predicted that by the end of 1982, God would judge the world. That means the end of the world is two years away."

"The series of horrific events in Las Vegas this year may be a harbinger of the end to come."

A group of people opened their mouths slightly, shocked and weird looking at Britney, who declared like a saint in the sun, like looking at a fool,

"Haven't you seen "The 700 Club"? It's very educational!"

Britney waved her fist and defended weakly,
Ruster gagged his girlfriend's mouth with a spoonful of yogurt, "Don't say such alarmist remarks, any end of the world is Shet, and no one can avoid it when it really comes!"

"Be optimistic, focus on the moment, and say some good news, everyone, Britney and I are going to interview at the University of Arizona soon."

"Passed the SAT score? Why didn't you notify me in advance of such a major event?" Dean wrapped his right hand around Ruster's shoulder and strangled his neck, "Do you still treat me as a brother?"

"I think it's good news to tell everyone after passing the interview." Last couldn't help the smile on the corner of his mouth,

Dean nodded, looking across the group of friends.

Of the seven people present, only Ruster and Britney plan to go to serious colleges, Gretchen is aiming for the police, Abby will just get a diploma and inherit her own supermarket, it doesn’t matter if the Baker family has money to go to college or not, Jenny plans to follow Boyfriend messing around.

"Are you sure about it?" Dean asked.

"The philosophy department I applied for should not be a big problem." Britney smiled sweetly,
"My astronomy department is very competitive, and the odds of getting in are [-]-[-]," Last said.

"Don't be modest, you guys can do it!" Abby compared the two, "But the tuition fees for college are very expensive this year, right?"

In the early 80s, with high inflation and economic recession in the United States, the government cut financial aid to higher education, and many universities had to significantly increase tuition fees to fill the funding gap.

Nowadays, the annual tuition fees of public universities have almost doubled compared with previous years, and they all catch up with the half-year income of adults.

"I've already found a part-time job for the summer vacation, and I'll try to apply for a student loan," Britney's fair face was full of fighting spirit,

Ruster touched his nose embarrassingly, with a hint of joy and pride that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his eyes, "Grace told me not to worry about college tuition."

A group of people listened enviously,

"Rast, you are my brother from now on!" Baker hugged his arm and smiled humbly,
"?"

"In this way, I can also call Grace my dear mother and enjoy her meticulous care and care."

"roll!"

……

The happy campus time flies by.

1980 came to the end of the year in a blink of an eye, the evening of Christmas in December.

The glow of the burning cloud shines through the window, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged on the bed with a peaceful expression in the bedroom.

Dean slowly exhaled a few breaths and woke up from meditation. The reddish star lingering in front of him quietly disappeared, and a coolness came into his mind with the last touch of red in the sky.

You have completed a round of balancing meditation.

Proficiency +1
Balance meditation lv1→lv2 (0/300).

You gain 1 Willpower.

Will: 12.3 → 13.3.

……

Feeling the constant coolness in his mind, Dean focused on his spiritual attributes.

A bite.

1 attribute in the system disappears.

No growing spirit for months: 14.3 → 15.3.

……

Plop, the temple twitched.

The coolness in the mind was replaced by the heat, and the brain became like an overheated CPU, frantically flashing all kinds of scenes experienced in the past, and wild ideas about the future.

For example, in the middle of the night, riding a motorcycle to the cities around Las Vegas to find and sanction criminals.

There are also dark and dirty ideas that keep breeding, such as using "Shadows of the Past", "God's Perspective", and "Imitation" to kill at will and quickly improve abilities!
Shatter the shackles of morality, ignore the so-called principles, and indulge the desire to kill.

Dirty thoughts lingered in his mind, Dean's eyes were red, and his breathing gradually became rough.

……

After a long time, the chaotic thoughts completely fell silent, and Dean heaved a sigh of relief with complicated eyes.

"The 15-point attribute is a threshold. When the spirit crosses this threshold, the mind will become extremely active."

The will of 13.3 can only barely control the chaotic thoughts.

If the spirit continues to improve, the mind will become more and more uncontrollable, and the person will be confused, and there is even a risk of schizophrenia.

This road is full of dangers.

"Spiritual will must be improved simultaneously, and the imbalance cannot be expanded." Dean made up his mind, and his heart moved...

The black figure flew out of his body, circling in midair like a cloak, and lightning flew out of the window, into midair, distanced from him.

Ten meters, 15 meters, 20 meters, 27 meters...

"Spirit breaks through 15 points, and the extreme movement distance of Shadow of the Past has increased from 18 meters to 27 meters." Dean raised his wrist and glanced at the quartz watch, it was six ten.

"Shadow" flew back to the bedroom, activated his thoughts, and the three books on the bookshelf by the window slowly floated in the air and spun around.

1 minute, 2 minutes... 15 minutes.

Dean, with his temples swollen and cracking, took back the "Shadow"

"The existence time of the shadow has increased from nearly 10 minutes to at least 15 minutes, which has been increased by half."

A clear understanding rose in Dean's heart. The further the spirit is raised, the more dangerous it is, but the greater the increase in ability.

"I just don't know if the spirit is high enough to a certain level to be able to awaken the power of thought independently? Picking things from the air, and killing people with eyes."

Dean longed for that powerful superpower, and checked his current state by the way:
Character level: 3 (140/400)

Age: 18
Physical: 14.6
Power: 12.4
Sensitivity: 13.2
Perception: 11.8
Spirit: 15.3
Will: 13.3
……

Feats: Ironman Intermediate, Paranormal Hunter Novice

Ability: 5/5
Fighting lv2 (100→120/300)
射击lv2(29/200→49/300)
Shadow of the Past lv1 (57→87/200)
Balance meditation method lv2 (0/300)
Mimic lv0 (28→60/100)
System ability: God's perspective lv2: range 20 meters.

……

Dean got out of bed contentedly, put on a light blue shirt inside, and then put on a red jacket and coat as the Romans did.

He combed his refreshing short black hair in front of the mirror.

He is 1.8 meters tall, with a straight nose, sharp facial contours, masculine and handsome.

Because of his insistence on lifting weights recently, he has absorbed a little strength from the Nocturnal Species, and his figure has become stronger than before.

Moreover, his skin is not rough and hairy like Western men, but delicate and shiny, and has amazing toughness. Ordinary knives can only leave a white mark without using a little force.

……

Dean went downstairs to call his girlfriend, and went out with a small gift prepared in advance.

It's Christmas time, and although Las Vegas doesn't have snow and chubby snowmen, the houses in the neighborhood are decorated with colorful lights, garlands, and Christmas trees like a dream.

"Merry Christmas, Dean, come over for dinner."

The bearded man stood in the yard and beckoned, and Teddy at his feet barked and joined in the fun.

"Merry Christmas, Jacob...give me a greeting for Tangya, but I have a date."

"You kid is really busier than the president."

……

Dean drove to the door of his girlfriend's house and picked up Abby and Gretchen who were dressed as Ms. Christmas in uniform red dresses.

The three exchanged gifts.

"Two beauties, let me ask again for the last time, are you sure you don't want to spend Christmas with your family?"

"We've made an agreement with the family, it's okay. Let's go, Dean, don't keep Baker and Jenny waiting too long." Abby sat in the back row consciously, opened the gift box, and played with the hairpin with a happy face .

"Open your mouth." Gretchen sat in the co-pilot and offered an almond pudding.

"Sit tight, I'm going to speed up!"

The car quickly drove to the commercial street.

Although the sun has set, Christmas Eve here is as bright as day, and the streets are full of people, with beaming smiles on their faces.

"This way!"

Beside the guardrail of the pedestrian street, Baker and Jenny, dressed in Christmas couple costumes, waved cheerfully to the three of them.

As for Ruster and Britney, who are trying their best to prepare for college interviews, they can't come.

"Merry Christmas, nice dress!"

Dean patted Baker's snow-white "big belly" curiously, and the latter took out a gingerbread figurine from the red hat and white beard and handed it over.

"Dude, you're not bad either, you're [-]% more handsome than me, but I'm bound to be the most showy person tonight!"

"Okay, you are the boss. Let's go, everyone, go to the pedestrian street to watch the show!"

The five of them walked towards the crowded places, bought some discounted goods in the shops along the street from time to time, and played small games such as shooting balloons, throwing knives, shooting baskets, and catching dolls at street stalls.

Have a great time.

"Try..." Gretchen slipped Dean a rainbow candy cane.

Dean chewed a few mouthfuls, raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at his ruddy girlfriend,

"What's the matter, isn't it delicious?"

"You'll know when you try it." Dean touched her moist red lips lightly, and the girl wrapped her arms around his neck boldly.

Abby, who was on the sidelines, consciously slowed down and leaned towards the left. As a result, Baker and Jenny were even more outrageous, almost rubbing each other into their bodies.

Ugh.

Abby's face darkened, and she stuffed a Santa's cotton candy into her mouth in a lonely way, forcing herself to divert her attention by admiring the street view.
The shop windows on the street are warm and bright,

The music of "Jungle bells, jungle bells, jungle all the way" flows like a stream, dispelling the chill of the night.

Every tree in sight is hung with colorful lights and decorations, and with neon lights of various colors, it is radiant and beautiful.

Small floats hung with balloons were passing back and forth along the street, and Santa Clauses with red hats and white beards and red safety bags were handing out cotton candy kneaded into exquisite snowmen of various colors to those who passed by.

Every corner exudes a festive atmosphere.

……

In the center of the pedestrian street, buskers in personalized costumes, acrobats, magicians, funny clowns, and body painting artists compete for splendor.

The center of the stage surrounded by the Christmas tree was the most lively, with hundreds of people gathered, almost uniformly dressed in red, like a pulsating red ocean.

On the stage, in the melodious melody of Jungle bells, female dancers in colorful tutu skirts and men in overalls cheerfully put their hands behind their backs, twist their waists, and move their bodies rhythmically.

The audience in the audience humorously imitated their actions and danced to the music.

Baker and Jenny yelled and twisted back to back like a snake, Gretchen held hands with Dean, who was "chicken" non-stop, and surrounded Abby, who was flushed with excitement, in a circle .

Dean was intoxicated by it, and the confusion and irritability caused by the nocturnal species in the past month or so gradually disappeared

Positive emotions counter negative emotions.

The joy from the heart of people at Christmas seems to form a positive energy field, which heals the dark negative emotions accumulated in his heart and makes his mood lively and joyful.

……

Such a beautiful and cheerful occasion, but someone spoiled the scenery.

A strange young Caucasian male took aim at Gretchen's angelic face and devilish figure under the red skirt, and wanted to stick him in to take advantage of it.

But when he was still about ten meters away from the target, he was pushed away by a strange force and pushed into the crowded crowd, as if there was an invisible and solid air wall in front of him.

"Fake, have you hit a ghost?"

He tried many times unwillingly, but the back and the soles of his feet were trampled and kicked inexplicably, causing him to fall hard several times, and he ran away in horror.

……

The flower protector Di'an watched the embarrassed figure curl his mouth and relieved his mind power.

"why are you laughing?"

Gretchen brushed her hair around her ears, her sweaty cheeks were stained with a delicate blush,

"That man looks like a dog."

……

The group danced to their heart's content, and went to the cinema to watch a movie that had just been released, "Nine to Five" starring Jane Fonda.

It mainly talks about three women in the workplace who are oppressed at work. They accidentally mistaken rat poison for candy to poison the male chauvinist boss to death, and then start reforming the company vigorously, creating a series of ridiculous comedies.

The three girls, Gretchen, Abby, and Jenny stared at the big screen with relish and longing.

Dean and Baker broke out in a cold sweat.

"Be careful, Baker, if you dare to forgive me in the future, I will poison you with rat poison!" Jenny imitated the big screen and made a motion of stirring coffee,
"Can I add two more candies to the rat poison?" Baker put his arms around her waist in a sullen manner, and moved his big greasy mouth, "Even if I die, I will die sweeter."

"Ahem..." An cautiously glanced at Gretchen, whose eyes were shining.

If he remembered correctly, the other party was also a half-feminist.

"Dean, will you become a machismo Mediterranean like a disgusting male boss?" Abruptly, Abby's voice came from Gretchen's side, and then she looked at him with soul-torturing eyes.

"Impossible..." Dean touched his crisp short hair confidently, bulging his well-developed biceps, and said firmly, "Before I'm half bald, I'll just shave my hair and become Bald, then I will become stronger."

……

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening when the movie ended, and the streets were still filled with joy. Baker and Jenny left a word of Goodbye before slipping to the overcrowded hotel to find a seat.

And Dean drove Abby to the door of the house, and took Gretchen for a walk slowly in the hazy moonlight and the Christmas lights of the neighborhood.

Talk about the future.

After graduating, Gretchen passed the LVPD primaries relying on his father Thomas' relationship in the police station. Then he will go to a police academy in other places to study for half a year, work hard to pass the assessment, and then return to LVPD.

Dean jokingly said that he plans to be a jobless vagrant, a part-time detective, psychic, killer... "Future Detective Gretchen, if I fall into your hands, you have to show mercy."

"Then you have to behave well." Gretchen raised her pointed chin, warning flashed in her blue eyes, "If you dare to violate my laws, I will chase your car every day to post fines, understand?"

"Yes, Madam! Now go to my house and guide me on 'legal matters'?"

"Unfortunately, Thomas asked me to go home by eleven o'clock tonight."

"Then go to your house?" A hint of excitement flashed in Dean's eyes,

"When did you become so courageous that you are not afraid of being caught and shot?" Gretchen put her hands on her trembling chest and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"I broke in through the window of your house... By the way, you lock Ke Ke in the basement later, don't let her smell me, otherwise the tryst will be 100% wasted."

"...Baker got you into trouble."

"Then do you like it?" Dean put his arms around her waist.

Under the moonlight, the two snuggling figures were elongated.

(End of this chapter)