Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 118 118. The Way of Transcendence
"Where did you get the invitation?" Paque asked.

"On a goddamn bastard." Dean vaguely said,
"Then what are you waiting for?" Rust didn't bother to ask, and looked at the dim sunlight outside the car window, urging, "Go back and get it now before you can attend the club's party!"

……

The three marked the location of the Red Dragon Club on the map.

After driving back home, he took out three invitation cards and changed into a suit suitable for formal occasions.

Dean disassembled the MP5 submachine gun into a bunch of small parts, distributed them to his companions and hid them in suits.

I also carried an m26 grenade just in case.

Paque got some bulletproof vests.

"We didn't go to a club to find someone, why did we bring a gun and wear this thing?" Last struggled to put on a bulletproof vest for his thin body,
"Perhaps it is the lair of kidnappers inside. In order to avoid being beaten into a sieve, we must prepare for self-protection in advance," Paque pulled the sleeve calmly, checked the gun,
"Rast, it's not too late to regret it now." Dean smoothed his neckline and cuffs, lifted his chin slightly, his temperament was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and quickly put a pair of ammunition into the special leather case at the waistband of his trousers with his left hand. Box, "If you insist on joining, you may be seriously injured or even die, understand."

Ruster took a deep breath, and the expression on his immature cheeks was as firm as steel. A life last night left him nowhere to retreat, but his voice was trembling, "Gris has taken care of me for more than ten years, this time It's my turn to do something for her, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance if it's too late."

Dean hands him a M1911a1.

"Bring on your defense."

……

It was already night when the three of them set off again.

By the man-made lake filled with water vapor, villas, residences and commercial floors were lit up, making the lake sparkling.

But they had no intention of admiring it. In order not to leave any flaws, they parked their car one mile away from the club, got out of the car and walked to the club.

Outside the club, dozens of Cadillacs, Lincolns, Ferraris and other luxury cars and sports cars have been parked in the parking spaces under the palm trees.

Apparently, those who enter the club to dinner tonight are either rich or expensive.

……

Ruster was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe,
"Relax, man," Paque said, "the sky is falling and we're on top."

The reassurance seemed to be working.

The process was also very smooth.

After the security guard's eyes glanced at the three people's golden invitation cards inlaid with red dragons, they respectfully opened the black steel glass door.

behind the gate.

The three of them walked through a dark and narrow corridor and entered the extremely spacious and brightly lit dining room on the first floor.

The lobby is decorated in grim black, white and gray colors. The center of the lobby leads directly to the patio on the third floor.

The wood-colored dining tables are patchwork, adding soft beauty to this spacious space.

The four sides are uncarved cement walls, which are rough and uneven, and the water and electricity pipes are not deliberately hidden, so the building structure is clearly visible.

Exposed light bulbs hang from the ceiling to the dining table.

No one has any fancy decorations.

The roughness of the whole restaurant reveals casualness.

There were about thirty or forty guests.

Moreover, [-]% of them are middle-aged and elderly Caucasians, dressed in a dignified black evening dress, full of energy, with a polite smile on their faces, chatting with their companions, they are well-educated and successful people.

Several waiters in striped vests carrying meals and fine wine shuttled among them, obviously it was not time for dinner yet.

"I've seen him on TV." Ruster quickly pointed to the middle-aged man who was holding a glass of wine at the table on his left. He had the wavy beard of the protagonist in Hawaiian Detective.

"That's the owner of Macy's Department Store." Paque glanced around, and spoke of heavyweights one by one, "The owner of Howell Properties, there are even foreigners, the owner of the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles...such a remote There are so many celebrities gathered in your private club, what is the attraction? Herbal party?"

"Are these rich people involved in the kidnapping of Grace?" Last clenched his fists, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Or are they the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Most rich people are morally corrupt," Paque said, "but he is more like a guest, and the owner of this place is more suspicious."

"Let's go." Dean noticed that some guests were looking at them with a friendly smile, as if they were about to come over to say hello.

So he quickened his pace and walked towards the remote part of the restaurant.

By the way, observe the surroundings from the perspective of God. There is only one staircase from the first floor to the second floor, and the same is true for the second and third floors.

And the building has no back door.

In addition, there are bodyguards standing in the corner of the hall, all in black suits, sunglasses, and underarm holsters, as if they were trained by a company.

There were quite a few bodyguards, but Dean didn't find any monitoring equipment inside the building.

……

The three of them walked to a room in the far corner of the hall. From a distance, they saw a few men in black standing there like door gods, with "no visits" written all over their grim faces wearing sunglasses.

The place is too big, and the light inside is also very dark. God's perspective cannot see clearly, and it is impossible to determine the target inside.

Dean pondered for a moment, then looked towards the stairs in the distance, "Let's go to the second floor first, and look for the third floor."

The second and third floors are surrounded by dozens of rooms like a hotel. The doors are not locked and can be opened with a light twist of the handle.

The three of them found dozens of rooms in a row, all decorated in the same way.

A clean and simple wooden floor, with a yoga mat placed in the center of the floor.

On the four walls, there are some images connected back and forth.

A human figure with slender limbs, male and female, wearing a tights that seemed to be made of cotton cloth that fell to the knees, with a piece of cloth wrapped around the shoulders, was sitting cross-legged on the ground with eyes closed, facing the sun in the sky.

Oh, not the sun, but a red star.

Then this indistinguishable figure closed its eyes and started to make a series of unimaginable movements towards the red star in the sky.

For example, at the beginning, the limbs are supported on the ground like a beast, the inner sides of the legs hug each other, and finally a flexible posture using the chin as a support point is formed.

On the mural, there are a total of seven difficult postures and several meditation postures recorded.

This series of movements is very similar to yoga, but different and more difficult.

Dean even wondered if normal people could do it?

"So the second floor is a yoga room?" Paqui wondered, what an elegant and healthy activity yoga is, but such a monotonous routine can attract so many rich people?
"Is it possible that these portraits are just a gimmick, and they actually exercised after eating," Lust suggested. "It's just a two-person exercise. The women kidnapped by them, including Grace, are the partners!"

"Women may be imprisoned on the third floor, let's save them!"

Paque's eyes lit up, "Rich people like this kind of messy and exciting gameplay!"

Dean was silent, and quickly checked the entire second and third floors with the two of them. Unfortunately, there was no one there, and all the rooms were yoga rooms.

Beads of sweat appeared on Lust's forehead, "Where is Grace?"

"We haven't looked for the only room in the lobby," Paque's pupils shrank, his rough face was as gloomy as water, "Gris should be in there, let's break in!"

……

At this time, a strange noise came from the hall on the first floor.

The three leaned against the high-rise guardrail and looked down.

Amidst the warm cheers and applause, a middle-aged man wearing a chef uniform appeared on the stage amidst the eyes of everyone.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dinner party finally officially kicked off.

The man stood at the front of the hall, the center of sight of all the guests.

He is about forty years old, with elegant and handsome appearance, short black hair mixed with large patches of vicissitudes of silver, deep and bright eyes, clean beard around his mouth, and a spring-like smile on his face, exuding the baptism of time. After that, the mature masculine charm, even the few wrinkles on the corners of the eyes and forehead are full of stories.

But Dean on the third floor held his breath. The man was about five feet and eleven feet tall, with a well-proportioned and tall build, just outside the cuffs of his white kitchen clothes. A Band-Aid was wrapped around the first knuckle, and there was a noticeable callus on the right index finger.

It was he who took Grace!
Paque and Last, who were lying on the guardrail, also noticed these striking features, and their expressions lifted.

"Good evening, welcome to the Red Dragon Club, I'm your old friend, Al Darris..." The man began to speak, his voice was magnetic and loud, as if he had his own megaphone, and everyone couldn't help but listen listen.

At the same time, the slightly dim lights in the hall also turned on, focusing on him, making him glow.

"Old rules, before the dinner starts, let's remember the old buddy we lost not long ago." The chef suddenly raised his voice, his face showed sorrow and respect, and the guests also became solemn and silent.

"Leighton Stone, the darling of the Red Dragon, time cannot take away his handsomeness and wisdom. He can always put forward bold and profound suggestions in the party, illuminating the way forward for us."

"He was both a teacher and a friend to us. He was an important supporter of the club. His departure is a huge loss for the whole club."

"Now, let us mourn and pray for him, may he see the red dragon in the next cycle."

A sad and solemn voice echoed in the hall.

The chef and the guests put their hands in front of their stomachs, bowed their heads and remained silent.

Dean, who was peeping from a high place, only felt his hairs stand on end.

30 seconds later.

The silence ends.

Al looked up, grinning brightly,
"The dead are gone."

"Now, I have good news to inform everyone that a new friend has joined us today!"

A middle-aged Caucasian couple dressed in fashion walked out of the crowd, smiling and nodding to the people around them, with joy and excitement in their eyes, and the crowd also responded with warm applause.

Dean's pupils shrank. The two seemed to be the rock star who retired last year and his fifth wife.

This club really only recruits celebrities?

"We've all known each other before." Al looked at the two newcomers. "In order to welcome the newcomers, I'll introduce the purpose of the club again."

"You two know why everyone is gathered here?"

The two newlyweds looked at each other, smiled and said,
"Taste Your Excellency's world-class culinary skills."

"That's just an incidental enjoyment." The chef shook his head, his expression became dignified and serious, and then he raised his voice, "Our only purpose here is to seek a way to reach the other side, an extraordinary world."

"In the club, the path we follow is called the 'Red Dragon'"

"What is the Red Dragon?"

The chef's sonorous voice passed through the hall, and his eyes scanned the crowd like lightning.

"Everyone has to go through the process of birth and death repeatedly, bid farewell to the old life, and start the next new life."

"again and again."

"Life and death are a never-ending cycle."

"We're forever trapped in it, unable to break free."

"But few people know that every time we die, part of our soul and life force will be attracted and enter the deep space of the universe, a star called 'Red Dragon'."

Dean, who was listening upstairs, blinked in surprise, and when he thought of the mural just now, he felt more and more that this "red dragon" was the red star he saw in his daily balance meditation.

"Everyone corresponds to a red dragon."

"The red dragon represents our past countless cycles of life and death, the accumulation of countless generations of life and soul, and it contains eternal power and infinite wisdom."

"Anyone, as long as they can see their own red dragon, can receive the legacy left by the past, so as to break the physical and spiritual limits, and let this life enter a higher realm of life."

"The red dragon is the key to the evolution of ordinary people, and the boat to the other side!"

Everyone in the hall seemed to be brainwashed, their expressions mesmerized.

"But the red dragon is hard to find, and most people will never see it in their lifetime."

"The majority here refers to you."

A holy light appeared on the chef's handsome face, and his voice became as majestic as a priest's,
"Everyone here has a good social status, a lot of money to spend, and a lot of power."

"It's so easy for you to bring ordinary people heavenly bliss, or send them to hell, ruin their families, and manipulate their fate."

"This magic stick is wearing the wrong clothes." Paque on the third floor retched rather nauseatedly, and whispered, "He shouldn't be wearing white clothes, he should be wearing black clothes. He's insulting the profession of chef."

"You feel sick," Dean shook his head, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "But those guests enjoyed it."

Most of the crowd nodded happily when they heard the words, deeply approving of Al's speech.

Ruster was silent, but his brows became tighter and tighter.

Al continued,

"But so what, the essence of your life is not nobler than ordinary people. On the contrary, because you are too obsessed with wealth, power and vanity, you are getting farther and farther away from the realm of detachment, and you will never find the red dragon."

"You're all going to get sick, you're all going to end up in the mortuary someday, decades from now, and with the coffin in the ground, forget about it all and start the next cycle."

Al shook his head and sighed, his eyes lit up suddenly,
"However, some ordinary people are poor and low-status. They work hard every day to survive, but they have a strong spirit and obsession. The love and ruthlessness in their hearts are more pure."

"In a way, they are more talented than you"

"Maybe on an ordinary morning, when they wake up from a sweet dream, they will be able to see the red dragon."

Al's voice slowed down, becoming full of enthusiasm and full of temptation,

"The existence of our club is to provide such a shortcut for everyone to share the talents of this group of lucky ordinary people and gain enlightenment through eating, meditating, and digesting."

Eating and digesting?
There are about twenty handsome gentlemen in the hall, the ladies with open smiles and friendly smiles have subtle changes in their expressions, their cheeks are dyed blush, and their eyes are shining with longing and fanaticism.

What kind of evil brainwashing organization is this?

Dean and Paqui's faces were heavy, while Ruster beside him stared down with a pale face, and a large piece of goose bumps appeared on the skin on the back of his neck.

"Eating is done in this hall. We chew the ultimate emotion and blend with it. Maybe the process will make newcomers feel a little uncomfortable."

Al's words made the expressions of the two newcomers tense, but the other participants exchanged glances excitedly.

"But everyone goes through this process."

Al said seriously,
"You don't have to blame yourself or feel guilty. There should be no boundaries for soul and evolutionary exploration, nor should you be restricted by secular morals and laws."

"Once you achieve detachment, you will forget all your troubles. All attempts are worthy of encouragement and rewards."

Al shouted a slogan, raised his head, and looked at the corridors and rooms surrounding the second and third floors,
"For digestion, in the meditation room upstairs, follow the guidelines on the murals and devote yourself to it, so that you can become more pure and close to the red dragon."

"That's almost the end of the story, let's get into tonight's theme, now, I am honored to offer sacrifices for you, we will enjoy the delicious food that the entire United States, the whole world, and ninety-nine percent of mortals have never enjoyed. "

Al clapped his hands lightly, and two men in black walked in through the entrance door, and locked the door with several heavy locks, locking everyone in the hall.

At the same time, a young man in a white chef's uniform in the kitchen behind him pushed a rectangular dining car as thick as a coffin to the center of the hall, and stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

The huge stainless steel dinner plate covers it, making it difficult to see what is inside.

"It was carefully selected by me. It is hard to find in the world. In order to keep it in perfect condition, I have spent a lot of thought and did not perform any redundant processing procedures."

Al glanced over the crowd, raised his right hand to his chest and slowly clenched the air, emphasizing word by word,

"I have a request, especially the two new friends, please remember that when tasting, don't be swayed by your appetite and indulge in the taste, salt, sugar, starch, fat, or protein, this is a waste and a waste of nothing. Waste."

"We use our hearts to experience and absorb the beauty of the ingredients, the thoughts and personalities that are called the essence."

"In the past many gatherings, we have been fortunate to taste the evil, hatred, and pain of human nature. After digesting, we can better use our wisdom to deal with the enemy."

"Today, we taste the love of humanity..."

The chef shook his head, with wonder in his eyes,

"This sacrifice gave everything for his son and volunteered his life for our great rite of transcendence."

Al walked towards the dinner plate, spread his hands apart, as if to embrace his companion in front of him, then raised his chin slightly, his face was filled with divine radiance, his tone was full of affection and rhythm like reciting poetry,
"It teaches us selfless devotion and self-sacrifice for the sake of future generations, and teaches us to become more pure and close to the great red dragon."

"That's why it's called Eternal Love—"

Alta lifted the lid of the plate.

In an instant, countless eyes converged on it.

……

"No!"

A heartrending wail came from the top of the hall.

As soon as the chef looked up, he saw three strangers, one of whom broke down completely and howled hysterically.

The other two were Asian, looking down at him coldly.

He smiled, calming the restless guests,
"Everyone, there is an uninvited guest tonight."

"But don't be nervous, this is a good thing, we will have a few more desserts on the menu."

As soon as he clapped his hands, a group of bodyguards in black suits rushed towards the third floor.

(End of this chapter)