Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 129 129. Fantasy into Reality
It was past ten o'clock in the morning.

Dean and Marco rushed to the Van Helsing Pet Clinic, a shopping mall-like building on the side of the road, with a large area and exquisite decoration.

The entrance is the front desk and waiting room, where there are telephones, brochures, and TVs playing pet promotional videos.

But for the past few days, Marco cooperated with Dean in the investigation, so the clinic was temporarily closed, and there were no other employees.

After that, one room after another, the door said consulting room, pharmacy, injection room, laboratory, operating room, Dean even saw an X-ray machine from one room.

"Your clinic is good, not smaller than ordinary hospitals." Dean couldn't help but praise,
"Of course, my clinic has been operating in Reno for more than ten years. It has a good reputation and is deeply loved and trusted by customers. Although the income is not considered rich and expensive, it can still make people worry about food and clothing," Marko said. There was a hint of expert arrogance on his serious face, then he shook his head and sighed, "But my son doesn't appreciate it, and he doesn't want to inherit his father's career."

"Get him back this time, maybe he can change his past."

The two passed the "inpatient department" along the corridor,
Wang Wang!

Meow—

Suddenly, a loud cry passed through the wooden door and echoed in the corridor one after another. Marco pushed the door open with a corner of his mouth and entered. There were cages of different sizes on both sides of the room, most of them were empty, and a few were filled with oily hair. Bright, fat cats and dogs.

"Good boy, haven't you missed me for a few days?" Marko Poker showed a loving smile on his face, and his voice became lively. That kind of affectionate attitude seemed to put these short-haired cats, tabby cats, and big golden retrievers together. as their own children.

He patiently and meticulously changed the water and food for the cats and dogs, opened the cages and stroked their heads, scratched their chins and stomachs, and patted their buttocks one by one.

"Marco, you treat these pets better than Luben."

Dean looked at the disobedient smile on the old man's face, and complained behind him,
"Or else. These little guys are much more obedient than Luben, and pets only have their owners in their eyes... Luben only has his damn fantasy and writer's dream in his eyes, completely without my father and the responsibility of carrying on the family line." Marko The expression on his face should have been like this.

Dean didn't know what else to say, and then his heart moved, and he walked towards the simple and honest big golden retriever who was wagging his big fluffy tail and sticking out his tongue and smirking, and made a sound of "嘬嘬嘬".

"Wang!"

The golden retriever yelled at him, then bent down, stretched his limbs, his black nose wrinkled to reveal his white teeth, and low growls came out of his throat... as if he was threatened.

"Relax, Lucky, this is Dean, a good friend, relax!" Marco stroked the golden retriever's back, but the big dog still bared its teeth and showed no signs of abating.

Dean frowned, and approached again in disbelief.

Five meters, three meters, two meters.

woohoo…

The growl suddenly turned into a howl of fear, and the big golden retriever suddenly retreated to the corner of the cage, with its tail between its legs, trembling all over.

Meow--

There was another ear-piercing meow, and a beautiful short-haired cat jumped into the innermost part of the cage with its limbs tensed like springs, its hair standing on end, and there were hissing and hissing sounds from its throat.

The cry was like a signal, instantly detonating all the animals in the inpatient department.

Wang Wang!

Woo!
jiji!

Marco frantically comforted him, but Dean's eyes flashed with disappointment, he backed out of the room and closed the door, and the chaotic shouts subsided instantly.

After a while, Marco wiped the sweat from his brow, went out and returned to the corridor, and looked at Dean in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I really saw a ghost. This has never happened before. These pets have always been very good-natured, not afraid of life, and very close to everyone, but today they went crazy."

"Don't blame them. Maybe it's my problem. For example, they see that I'm a werewolf in human skin and are afraid that I'll eat them?" Dean grinned and showed his neat white teeth, "Go, find blood."

……

After a little episode.

The two hurried to the laboratory in the corner, and took out a tube of blood that had been frozen into lumps of ice from a large freezer. "It's been frozen for seven or eight months, and it's all gone bad. Can it be used?" Marko said. I glanced at the date on the test tube and handed it to Dean,

"It should be barely."

Dean took the sample and stuffed it into his suit pocket, then crushed it calmly. The moment the solid blood touched his body, a reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

Was the original sample replaced with Reuben van Helsing's blood?
Yes.

Analysis Countdown: 3:59:59
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the simulation had been upgraded once, otherwise he might not be able to analyze this tube of frozen old blood.

……

After achieving the goal, the two quickly left the pet clinic, returned to Luben's apartment, and gathered "all black clothes" that fit the previous plot.

As an otaku, Lu Ben has a very monotonous taste in dressing. He bought several sets of the same clothes and shoes, which saved Dean a lot of effort.

"Young people have broad minds. You want to wear Luben's clothes and pretend to be him?" Marco looked up and down at Dean and shook his head, "But Luben is half a head taller than you."

"I have my own way."

"Then when will we act? I really appreciate your wonderful performance."

"You made a mistake, it's not us." Dean shook his head, looked straight into the old man's eyes, and said in a tone that could not be refuted. "I acted alone. If you get involved, it will destroy the plot in the book."

"Boy, I have to go to the shooting range to shoot a few shots every month. When I was young, I won the hunting competition champion. I don't need your protection." Marco gestured with his haggard palm, and spit flew all over the place.
"You need absolute quiet and high concentration to perform surgery on pets, and I also need to be undisturbed when doing business. So this is not negotiable. If you don't listen to my instructions, I will go back to Las Vegas immediately." Dean's face turned pale Cold and unyielding,

Marco was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and the blood vessels on his neck stood up tremblingly, but he nodded helplessly after a moment...

Dean put the package in the car, and then drove the old man under a tree 200 meters away from the Virginia Street Bridge.

"You can move freely now, and after eight o'clock in the evening, you must stay in my car honestly. When I find Lu Ben, I will bring him to see you immediately." Dean told the old man again, "Don't run around , don’t come out when you hear any movement, or you will harm your own son.”

Events require Marko to witness Luben's end for himself.

So he can't be too far away from the bridge where the crime happened so as not to miss the opportunity to witness, and he can't be too close to spoil the plot in the book.

……

After the old man agreed, he temporarily left himself to prepare.

And Dean started the long waiting time.

Read Ruben van Helsing over and over to see if there are any missing details.

Check out various weapons from the trunk: Colt M1911A1, three boxes of .45ACP ammunition;
Semi-automatic AR-15 rifle, three boxes of .223 Remington small-caliber rifle ammunition;
TAC-50 sniper rifle, three boxes of .50BMG, including tracer, incendiary, and armor-piercing rounds.

The three guns can be far or near. With Dean's lv3 shooting skills, they can even be used to attack helicopters and armored vehicles. It should be no problem to deal with powerful targets.

……

In addition to the gun, there are two barrels of gasoline with tracer bombs to ignite the target, causing fire damage.

A few oval-shaped M26 grenades are used just in case, because the movement is too loud, and they will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

……

Fingers rubbed the cold and hard gun shell reflecting the metallic luster, pulled out the magazine, pulled the slide, and the bolt, carefully checked and confirmed, and Dean felt more at ease.

But I have to say that with these weapons, Dean has to bear huge risks. Only the M1911A1 and AR-15 are separated from the bullets he legally holds. Once the rest of the weapons are found, he will inevitably travel to the police station.

"It would be nice to have a storage space that you can take with you."

……

Restock your weapon.

Dean circled back and forth along the Virginia Street Bridge, repeatedly surveying the nearby terrain, looking for shelters and bunkers, and fully prepared for possible battles.

After the inspection, he returned to the car and closed his eyes to recharge his batteries.

time flies.

The sun dipped into the horizon and night fell over the city of Reno.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Marco came to the car.

At ten o'clock, Dean in a black suit left the car, took a bag of clothes and hid in the shadows of the alley.

Click, click, there was a hoarse sound like a mouse, the brittle sound of bones, and a painful hiss, and the black figure on the ground expanded and contracted while opening its teeth and waving its claws.

1 minute later.

A young Caucasian male over 1.9 meters tall and wearing a black windbreaker walked out of the alley. He had short flaxen hair and sharp facial features, but his temples were slightly sunken, his lips were angled down, and he looked sad, with glistening beads of sweat on his forehead. It seems that he has just been exercising vigorously.

"Well, that's right. The preparation time and pain level of the simulacra have been greatly attenuated compared to before, and this face is exactly the same as in the photo. From now on, I am Luben Van Helsing," Dean said to She took a look in the makeup mirror, grinned, threw away the mirror and swaggered towards the brightly lit downtown area.

In order to perfectly fit the scene in the book, he didn't carry any other items except a wallet and a plank.

……

"Get out of the way, man..." Dean patted a tall man in leather on the shoulder, and walked into the lover's bar.

In an instant, scorching heat waves and surging music hit our faces.

The spherical colored lights on the ceiling rotate and radiate dazzling light. On the dance floor, couples of young men and women embrace each other intimately and move slowly along with the music.

At the bar counter and wine table, the "hunters" who came to release their passion shook their wine glasses, looking around for their prey with sober eyes in their drunkenness.

Dean crossed the dance floor and sat down on a high stool in front of the stage. Just about to order a drink, he suddenly froze.

The protagonist Luben in the book is half drunk in the lover's bar. As a perfect imitator, Dean must also restore every detail.

One of Ke Di'an's principles after time travel - no drinking.

"If you don't drink it, it will destroy the plot and let the imitation fail halfway, but if you drink it, it will break my principle."

Dean struggled with himself for a moment, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes,
"No, I've become Luben now, it's not illegal for me to drink!"

He knocked on the table with his index finger upside down, looked up and smiled,
"Ten Mojitos..."

The bartender in the striped vest who was wiping the wine bottle with a white cloth froze, and his eyes under the clean crew cut a trace of surprise. The Mojito is not high, but this guy ordered ten glasses at once.

"If you want to get drunk, I suggest you choose whiskey, or pure vodka, tequila, and a bloody mary if you want to be more exciting... Uh, wait, God! You are Luben, the long-lost guy ?”

"Unfortunately, I am Luben's cousin Pete, but everyone says we are very similar, but unfortunately I will never see him again..." Dean said nonsense with a sad expression,

"Really? Poor Luben, the forever virgin at Lover's Bar." The bartender crossed himself on his chest and prayed softly, "May he live. By the way, his taste is exactly the same as yours, and he only loves Mojito."

Dean nodded, "Has Luben talked to you about his works before?"

"No, he's a listener. He's been listening to my stories about a hundred ex-girlfriends."

……

soon.

Ten glasses of Mojito were lined up in front of Dean, and the wine reflected an attractive luster under the light. This spectacular scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.

This is obviously a frustrated man who drowns his sorrows in alcohol, who can comfort his wounded heart?
"How about buying me a drink?" A woman with a short nose ring, brown skin, and a seductive groove under an elastic vest came over and exhaled hot air into Dean's ear.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood today."

Dean took a look at the place, picked up a mojito and swallowed it in one gulp.

Cool, refreshing, sweet and sour wine poured into the mouth and slid down the throat.

The long-awaited alcohol stimulation made Dean narrow his eyes comfortably.

……

Just one cup after another.

For two and a half hours, Dean drank non-stop, and for the first time felt that his strong body at 16 o'clock was an annoyance. Urinary excretion of alcohol.

Mojito, mojito.

Rum, sugar cane, mint, soda…

I don't know how many cups I adjusted.

His eyes were blackened, and his wrist was almost broken.

Finally, the time came to 11:30 in the middle of the night.

Dean suddenly raised his hand to stop.

He raised his slightly heated face, and the music around him rose and receded like a tide. The bartender in front of him was divided into two people, and there were hazy dotted lines drawn around his body.

Dean was very drunk.

Standing up together, his feet fluttered as if he was stepping on cotton. At the same time, he involuntarily swayed his shoulders and arms to the dynamic music, and danced a funny swing dance.

But the unprecedented relaxation and comfort rise spontaneously.

Suddenly, Dean seemed to have released the shackles that had bound his body for a long time.

"Haha."

Dean grinned with an exaggerated smile, patted a few beautiful knives on the wine table and left the bar.

……

The night breeze in spring is cool.

The neon lights on the signs of bars and casinos dazzled the eyes.

The black trench coat, 1.9-meter-tall alcoholic, smirked one after another, swayed to and fro, and even fell to the side of the guardrail on the side of the road, causing the couples on the street to laugh.

Then he walked through the downtown area like a tumbler, heading for the quiet streets at night and the bridge over the Truckee River.

The night wind blows and blows.

The half-closed eyes of the blushing face switched between sober and drunk.

Heart pounding.

It was approaching, and under the night, the dark Virginia Street Bridge was close at hand, and its rigid outline was like a monster's mouth full of blood.

Dean couldn't help holding his breath.

Can fantasy be reflected in reality?

Success or failure is here!
……

Watch at the bridgehead until midnight.

blah blah blah.

Amidst the heavy footsteps, Luben Van Helsing finally couldn't help but stepped on the bridge, holding on to the guardrail with one hand, and slowly set off towards the opposite bank.

The river under the bridge was swaying with a layer of moonlight, and a few bats were flying around in mid-air above the bridge, like guests watching a theater.

However, it was only a hundred meters from the end of the bridge to the end of the bridge, and the man lingered for 5 minutes.

Then that drunk face became ugly.

There was no one around.

Twelve o'clock, drunk Luben,
Everything fits the plot, but there is no woman in red!
"Did I guess wrong? The change in the progress of the investigation is misleading? There is no such thing as the so-called Mary in red?"

"Or is my imitation still missing some key conditions?"

He lay on the edge of the guardrail at the end of the bridge, and sighed extremely decadently.

The sound of sighing crossed the bridge and spread far away in the night.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew over, brushed against the skin, and the surrounding air rippled like the surface of water, becoming damp and sticky, while a mist surged across the bridge.

There was a "pop" in Dean's ear, as if a blister had burst.

In the next second, his disappointed face froze, he held his breath, and turned around.

Ten meters away, beside the guardrail on the other side of the Virginia Street Bridge, a figure appeared without warning in a place that was empty just now.

It was as if she had appeared out of thin air, and even God's perspective could not capture her origin.

She sat on the railing with her back to Dean, looking down at the surging Truckee River below. She was wearing a stunning red dress with long flaxen hair draped over her shoulders, fluttering gently in the night wind.

As for that graceful back, the neck is beautiful and slender like a swan, and the skin exposed is white and shiny. From the back to the waist, the line narrows rapidly and then rises, graceful like a fertile hill.

But at this moment, there is a kind of sad temperament in this back figure, one can't help feeling pity just by looking at it.

The bright moonlight is also eclipsed here.

She is like a goddess in a red dress who is ready to fly away in the wind at any time.

……

Law!

I guessed it right!

Fantasy shines into reality.

Mary in red is here.

The intense excitement pierced through Dean's body like an electric current, and a large area of ​​goose bumps appeared.

He suddenly rushed towards the woman!

(End of this chapter)