Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 106 106. Confession
After the photos and keys are returned.

Dean drove Holden back to the LVPD, and Holden first contacted the morgue where Jayne Harden's body was stored.

And Dean took out a syringe from his luggage bag, put it in his suit pocket, found a public phone booth near the police station, put coins and dialed.

"Hi, Lawyer Lucville, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead, Dean, I'm listening."

"If I convince the real culprit to surrender, do I complete the contract? Can I save Joan Cartri?"

"You're threatening Barrett Quinn?" The lawyer's voice seemed troubled, "Listen, Dean, coercion and bribery don't work. According to my experience, most people who want to be above the law will Die horribly."

"How dare I discuss illegal and criminal behavior with you, a barrister. I have a legitimate method to make people's conscience wake up and leave no trace of trouble."

"I asked you to find evidence, but you want the suspect to surrender himself, saving me the steps to go to court..."

After a moment of silence, the lawyer's heavy breathing came from the other end of the phone.
"Forget it, as long as it is within the scope of the rules and no hidden dangers are left, you can go ahead and do it."

……

After getting the answer he wanted, Dean hung up the phone and entered the police station.

"Boy, I haven't seen you for more than two months, finally enough rest?" Carl, who was full of anxiety, touched his head again, stroked the two sparse black hair by the Mediterranean Sea, and stretched out his hand to him, "It happens that the guys are too busy Already, come tonight for a support mission to share the pressure?"

"Sorry, I have something to do and I'm not free at the moment!"

……

Dean dismissed several sets along the way, almost trying to get him to help the night shift patrol police officers, and entered the morgue on the basement floor.

"We came in time. Tomorrow, Jayne's family will take away the body for burial." Holden glanced at the rows of large silver refrigerators containing the corpses. "On your left, the No. 13 large freezer!"

Dean grabbed the handle of the freezer and pulled it out. The pale and icy air filled the air, and he pulled out a black body bag.

There was a pungent smell of disinfectant and the stench of corpses.

Nourishes—

Zip open.

A naked male corpse was exposed, the skin was swollen and bloodless, the body was fat and out of shape with some faint spots, and the belly was as big as a pregnant woman who was pregnant for six months.

The most striking thing is the hideous stitch marks like centipede on his neck, chest and abdomen, and limbs.

At this moment, he was lying with a calm expression on his face, like a large wax figure that had been patched and mended, with a gloomy and bleak look.

"Autopsy done?" Dean took out the syringe and stuck it in his arm, pulling back the plunger.

"His family asked, and the autopsy confirmed that he was hanged. Wait, what do you want to do? I promised people that I would not mess with the corpse!"

"Don't worry, I'll just draw some blood." Dean struggled to pull the push rod for a long time. When he saw the needle tube, he was stunned for a moment. There was only a faint mass of dark red viscous substance in the tube.

"Why can't it be pulled out?"

"After death, the blood coagulates, and it is difficult to draw it out by ordinary methods." Holden looked at his companion's clumsy appearance, and finally felt that he was more pleasing to the eye. "You have to change to a larger syringe and align it with the position. Wait a while , I will demonstrate it to you."

Holden turned and left the morgue, and five minutes later brought back a big guy that was at least several times the size of the syringe in Dean's hand, and the size of the needle was no less than that of a straw.

"Aim at the ventricle..." Holden held the syringe and poked it, and pierced the needle into the opponent's left chest with precision.

Holden pulled the putter slowly with both hands, but he missed the jab for the first time, and the extraction failed.

But after repeated extractions several times, a dark liquid slowly gushed out of the large needle tube.

"Stop! That's enough." Dean took the needle, put the blood into the sample bag and put it away, heaving a sigh of relief, "Okay, buddy, I didn't expect you to have this kind of technology."

"It's only at an amateur level." Holden asked, "Can we say now, why did you take the blood of the dead? Do you want to do something illegal and taboo?"

"What is another? I can only give you a hint, which is related to the soul." Dean grinned and smiled inscrutablely, "Sometimes unknown things are more frightening and trembling than death, making them irresistible!"

"And fear far outweighs any torture!"

"Just wait, stay honestly at the police station tomorrow night, there will be surprises."

Dean patted the thoughtful Holden on the shoulder, pushed open the door of the morgue and walked out.

At the same time, a new line of prompts flashed across the system,

"Grew Stone's blood replaced by Jayne Harden's blood, blood analysis countdown, 23:59:56."

……

Time unknowingly came to the next day.

Kovan Hotel Restaurant.

Barrett Quinn, as always, is wearing a vest shirt, carrying coffee and cakes, walking around, serving diligently, with obvious bags under the eyes, a huge aquiline nose, and a formulaic smile on his face.

When he walked past the corner of the restaurant, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Bell, why are you out of your mind today?" A waiter who was as thin as a bamboo pole was chatting with a handsome colleague, "I haven't seen Joan for a week, and I miss her so much? Be patient, maybe she will be back next month. "

"Don't dream, we will never see the goddess again!" The handsome colleague said angrily, "I heard gossip from those women, Jayne's rich and powerful wife is determined to bring down Joan, and no one can save her. "

"Poor Joan, once sentenced, no one will be released for more than ten years. By then, she will have changed from a beautiful woman to a fat aunt who is out of shape."

Barrett, who was eavesdropping next to him, turned pale for no reason, and cautiously approached to join the topic, and stammered, "Didn't Joan kill by mistake? The punishment of more than ten years is too heavy, isn't it?"

The thin man glanced at him contemptuously, turned his face away impatiently, and continued to communicate with Bell,
"It's all the fault of that bald fat man! He hanged himself to death while doing business, and even poured dirty water on Qiong's head."

……

Barrett quietly lowered his head, away from his chattering colleagues.

As usual, he was clumsy, out of place, forever excluded, like a poor imbecile.

No, it should be said worse.

The only woman who brought a little freshness to his gray world, his favorite Joan, was also locked up in the detention center.

And he was implicated.

……

Get off work at six o'clock,

Exhausted, Barrett returned to the apartment, went straight to the bathroom, took out the treasured photos in the water tank, and looked at the still beautiful goddess of dreams with loving eyes.

"Sorry, honey," he kissed the photo frantically, his gloomy face, the triangular eyes showed tenderness, "I love you so much, I was dazzled by jealousy, I couldn't hold back the impulse, I didn't intend to frame you."

"forgive me!"

With red eyes, he wiped the drool off the photo of the goddess, and put it away carefully.

Then he took out a photo of Jayne Harden, looking at the fat face with a hideous face and cursing,
"Fat pig! Masochist! Pervert! It's all your fault!"

"Misled me and killed Joan!"

Hiss—

Two big hands with bulging veins frantically tore at the photo, tearing it into a pile of pieces and throwing them into the toilet to flush away.

Barrett turned on the tap and let it run for a full 10 minutes, flushing the debris down the drain.

Nostrils were blowing heavily, he looked up at the angry face in the foggy mirror above the washstand, and suddenly rubbed his eyes suspiciously.

The whole person froze on the spot as if struck by lightning——

A clear scratch passed across the mirror covered in a layer of water mist. The scratch was like a crystal translucent poisonous snake, crawling and moving on the mirror, blinking to form a pale text——

murderer!

……

"NO! NO!"

Barrett took a step back in horror and wiped the mirror in horror.

The curtain in the corner of the bathroom fluttered abruptly, and the coldness that permeated him brushed the back of his neck, as cold as the rotting hands of a dead man.

Barrett was horrified, his whole body was stiff, and a layer of coldness surrounded him in all directions like the skin of a dead man that had just been peeled off.

Couldn't even move a finger.

Something caught in his throat, too, and his screaming turned into a faint hiss.

He stared helplessly, looking at his pale, ugly, terrified face in the mirror.

Huhu——A gust of wind blew up half of the photo on the toilet tank, drifted unsteadily to his eyes, and stuck it precisely on the mirror.

in the photo.

The long-dead Jayne Harden was squinting his dark eyes and grinning sneeringly at him.

You killed me!

Two lines of clear text were outlined on the mirror below the photo, and a voice seemed to ring in his ear.

kneel down and confess to me
……

Jayne's ghost came to seek revenge on me?
Barrett froze in place as if struck by lightning, his blood-red face turned pale, hot and humid sweat quietly soaked through his clothes, and his heart was beating fast to his throat.

The coolness wrapped around his body became tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.

relax, relax.

Take a deep breath.

breathe…

He opened his mouth and nose desperately, like a thirsty fish about to suffocate.

But without warning, the force that bound his body disappeared, and he loosened his body!
"Illusion! It's all an illusion!"

Barrett screamed and ran out of the bathroom, jumped onto the bed, rushed to the light switch on the wall above the bed, and flipped it on with his right hand.

boom!
A crisp sound.

The electric light on the ceiling was smashed into slag by an invisible force, and the crystal glass was scattered all over the sky.

Barrett rushed to the lamp by the desk.

boom!
The bulb blew again!

Barrett was stunned.

The setting sun at the end of the horizon casts the last dappled glow into the window.

But instead of dispelling the gloom and coldness in the house, it made the place even darker and quieter, like a lonely grave in the wilderness.

Barrett turned sharply.

A photo was suspended in the dark mid-air of the bedroom. In the photo, Jayne Harden was grinning at him, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth and biting him hard!
The bladder was congested and swollen, and an unstoppable urge to urinate surged up. Barrett rushed to the door in two strides like crazy, grabbed the handle and twisted it, trying to open the door and escape into the corridor.

But the feeling of starting is like twisting the shaped steel bars.

The handle was welded to the door and remained motionless!
His mind was blank, he turned around and kicked over a low stool under the urge of instinct, rushed to the balcony, opened the balcony door smoothly, and then his breath stopped!
His face hit a cold wall—

On the balcony, a huge black shadow like a hill enveloped him, like the gatekeeper of hell, cutting off his last way of life.

Barrett slowly raised his head, and the nightmare reappeared——

The bright red setting sun showed that fat face that made him jealous, but at this moment, this face was as white as if it had been coated with a thick layer of powder, not human-like.

And under the face, on the fat neck, the purple-black strangle mark that penetrated into the flesh and blood was impressively visible.

God.

Jayne Harden crawled out of the big freezer in my most hated blue suit.

Chased to the balcony of my house.

The man completely collapsed, his body went limp, and his knees followed suit.

He knelt down in front of Jayne Harden trembling all over.

"You killed me."

Jayne Harden was cold, hoarse, and the sound of a file rang out. Barrett felt another sharp object hit the back of his neck, and suddenly a stream of heat gushed out from his crotch, which slid down his thighs and gathered on the ground. Yellowish pools of water.

"Woo...don't kill me." His teeth were chattering, his hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably, and snot and tears poured out at the same time.

"I was wrong, I just wanted to make a joke, I didn't expect you to be strangled to death."

"Come on, go to hell with me."

"No, don't kill me!" Barrett hugged his thigh that was as cold as a popsicle, and confessed, "I agree to any conditions, as long as you spare my life."

"I will atone for you for the rest of my life. I swear to God and Satan!"

Hoarse pleas echoed around the balcony.

And Jayne just looked at him coldly with eyes as dark as an abyss, without saying a word.

For a long time, until Barrett was about to faint.

……

"I'll give you one last chance."

Jayne spoke suddenly and looked down at this sad man from a high position.

"Go to the police station at twelve o'clock tonight and surrender, clear the name of Joan Cartree, and repent for the rest of his life in prison."

"This is your only chance to survive, of course you can try to escape."

"I will always be behind you, always follow you, follow you, once I catch you...haha," Jayne grinned almost to the ears, his voice full of blood and brutality, chilling, "you will die A hundred times more painful than mine!"

Barrett shrank his shoulders.

"Now--"

Jayne waved his hand towards the room disdainfully,

"get out!"

boom!
An invisible force hit Barrett's chest, as if he had been hit by a battering ram, his body rose from the ground, flew backward several meters, and landed heavily on the bed in the bedroom.

The brain is buzzing, and the eyes are full of stars.

I don't know how long it took.

All sounds disappeared.

Barrett Quinn got up from the soreness of his bones, and hurried to the balcony.

The place is empty, not even a ghost.

He tried to open the door of his house again, but unexpectedly entered the corridor smoothly.

The previous horrific encounter seemed like an unreal nightmare, but the demon's warning lingered in his mind.

"I'll always follow you, follow you..."

The wall clock pointed to [-]:[-] in the evening, and Barrett sighed miserably, washed his face, wiped away his tears, and put on a new suit.

Take that stack of photos and keys.

Out of the door in a daze.

……

almost simultaneously.

In the alley behind the apartment, a ghostly figure followed.

(End of this chapter)