Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 21 21. The Devil in the Heart

The crowd by the pool boiled again, chatting in groups of three or four, enjoying beer, cakes, seafood, and dancing to the explosive music. The atmosphere was hot, as if the previous farce had never happened.

As for Rust who was taken away, and the few little transparents who left quietly afterwards.

No one cares.

Bob Lowe nodded.

Who would foolishly offend a billionaire heir for some waste?
That's how Las Vegas works.

Bob pushed open the glass door and walked into the unusually quiet villa at this time.

Follow the stairs all the way to the bathroom on the third floor and stand in front of the mirror.

Squeeze out the disinfectant, scoop up cold water, and rub your cheeks vigorously, as if you want to rub off the skin on your face, and the face in the mirror even starts to turn red and hot.

But still could not wash away the shame and anger in his heart.

His eyes shrunk into a slit, and he turned around and took a deep look at the plastic bucket by the bath, with the fire brewing and flickering in his eyes.

After the party.

He thought again of those days, the terrible step he had taken.

That guilty pleasure.

Let him still have endless aftertaste.

He wants to keep going.

"It's time to pick your next target."

He lowered his head and murmured.

……

"What to choose?!"

The air suddenly stopped!

A voice came from behind Bob, and the cold breath made goose bumps appear on his neck.

"you--"

The exclamation was swallowed back into the throat.

A strong arm held the back of Bob's head and pushed him hard into the mirror in front of him!
boom!
The glass mirror shattered, cracking a spiderweb pattern.

Sharp shards of glass cut Bob's forehead.Blood oozed out, staining his hair, cheeks, and the afterimage in the mirror red.

"Don't resist, don't bark. As soon as my hand shakes, you will see Satan!"

A hand wrapped tightly around his waist, with amazing strength.

The other hand held a gleaming kitchen knife, pressed it against the major artery in Bob's neck, and was pressed so hard that the tip of the knife pierced into the skin, easily making a terrible gash that could be fatal.

Bob's head was dizzy, feeling the coolness on his neck, he didn't dare to move at all.

"Don't get excited, buddy." In the mirror, next to Bob's head was reflected a hideous Asian face with his mask removed.

Dean, the first bastard to make him lose face in front of everyone.

That deviant idiot!
Bob's pupils contracted, and for a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and furious, and he couldn't help but threaten wantonly, scolding the other party bloody.

But rationality made him swallow everything back into his stomach, and he closed his mouth in humiliation.

This guy who dared to sneak into the villa alone with a knife is definitely a lunatic and must not be provoked.

"If you have any requirements, just ask, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

On Bob's bloody and embarrassed face, he squeezed out a flattering smile,

"The me who is alive is much more valuable than the dead!"

"Bob Low..." Dean's eyes did not waver at all, his tone was as cold as talking to a corpse, and then he asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time,
"Where did you get Mona?"

"Mona?"

The man's pupils flickered, he was puzzled and said,
"Why do you ask that? Have you misunderstood me?"

puff!

The blade cut a shallow bloody mouth.

Blood dripped down, drawing a trail against Bob's chest.

"what!"

Bob howled.

"On the night of April 4th, you drove that blue Ferrari BOL·14, appeared outside the Barca Disco in the southern district, and followed Mona secretly."

breathe…

"You shamelessly sneaked up and kidnapped her! You put the poster she was carrying with you in your private screening room! And you make up stories for me like I'm an idiot?!"

Dean made a strong hand, and the tip of the knife moved slowly against Bob's skin, as if deciding where to cut it.

"Mona, I remembered, I met her that night. She was working in my movie theater, so I said hello to her, but that's all, I don't know where she is at all!" Bob hurriedly defended .

Dean stared straight at his profile,

"You don't know Mona's whereabouts? Then I have no reason to spare your life, I will kill you right now!"

"Don't mess around with Dean, don't be impulsive and take a road of no return. I really don't know."

"Didn't you say it many times in the past, I don't have parents, I don't have any concerns, if I kill you, I'll be a fugitive at worst! Even if Mona's disappearance has nothing to do with you, it depends on the insult you inflicted on me in the past."

Dean's cold words were like the roar of a hungry ghost from hell,

"I will kill you now for revenge, you should die!"

How can there be such unreasonable people in the world?
The facial features on Bob's embarrassed face were extremely distorted, and a humiliating hiss came from his throat.

This is the second time, being trampled on by this bastard unscrupulously.

Unfortunately, he was powerless to resist.

Bob sighed dejectedly,
"Okay, I admit it, I kidnapped Mona."

"Where is she!"

"She's not in this villa, otherwise how dare I invite so many acquaintances to the party." Bob said forcefully, "I put her in an unattended suburban house. Go see her, she will die of thirst!"

"Unless my safety is guaranteed, you don't want to know her whereabouts."

boom!
Dean grabbed the short hair at the back of his head again and frantically smashed his head into the mirror in front of him.

One, two, three!
Shocking blood, like a waterfall, slid down the broken mirror into the sink.

Dean took Bob's back from behind again and wrestled him hard twice to the ground.

Beat him to pieces.

Dean strangled him and dragged him up, jabbing the kitchen knife hard into Bob's thigh.

His face was twisted in pain, but his mouth was covered, and he couldn't even wail.

In fact, he shouted for help, and the deafening music at the party would have drowned everything out.

When Dean finished venting his anger.

With staring eyes and pain all over his body, Bob's mind was like being stuffed into a swarm of bees, buzzing non-stop.

His neck was hung on the edge of the sink, like a death row prisoner tied to the guillotine.

He was completely subdued.

"You win! Madman, bandage me to stop the bleeding first! Take me downstairs to the escape route next to me, no one will find us, and then I will drive you to the suburbs to meet Mona."

……

In the corridor, deafening music wafted from the window.

Dean held the knife to the back of Bob's neck and followed him limping toward the stairs.

A crude bandage was tied around Bob's thigh, barely stopping the bleeding.

"Why Mona? Several of your ex-girlfriends are prettier and have a better figure than her."

Dean asked gritted his teeth.

"She's different." Bob lowered his head, his face darkened. "She has a unique temperament, and her smile is sunny and contagious, which always makes everyone feel good."

"Believe it or not, I kidnapped her only to find out the secret of her happiness. For a rich man like me, money is hard to buy and I am happy."

"I assure you that she is safe now, fed and clothed, and has not suffered any harm."

"Pray, pray that you are telling the truth, or I will let you understand what life is worse than death!"

A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and countless tortures he had seen flashed through his mind.

"Save your energy, don't tell me I'm still a threat to you?" Bob said pitifully.

The cold night wind blew through the long and narrow corridor, and the two passed in front of the fire box.

boom!
A burst of fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window.

boom!
A stream of colorful lights shot up into the sky, and the gorgeous fireworks tore through the night sky.

Above the pool, strong light turns night into day.

Dean, who was near the window, had a stabbing pain in his eyes, and tears burst out in a daze.

Bob, who was against the wall, seized the opportunity to reach out to the back of the fire box.

When he withdrew his left hand, suddenly there was a dark pistol reflecting metallic luster in his hand.

He grasped the handle of the gun with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and aimed at the people who were close at hand——

Dean regained his sight and just saw the black muzzle of the gun.

Hey!
puff!

The bullet fired, and the knife pierced into the flesh.

Both happen at the same time.

The two figures touched each other slightly, and then separated immediately.

Bob was knocked into the air by a huge force, and hit the wall sideways, with a blood-dripping knife stuck in his right arm, and he fell to the ground.

But he still held the pistol tightly and pulled the trigger for the second time!

boom!
But he was seriously injured, the hand holding the gun trembled, he lost aim, and the bullet hit the air.

Dean rolled on the ground in embarrassment, leaving a few drops of blood, smashed open the door, and flashed into the nearest private screening hall in embarrassment.

In one breath, he pushed the single sofa and slid to the TV.

Hide behind the sofa.

gasped in fear.

There was a fiery stabbing pain in the left arm scraped by the bullet.

Stretch out your hand and touch it, it's bright red.

"Bastard, you actually hid a gun in the corridor!"

This is a gun.

In his past and present lives, this was the first time Dean was wounded by a gun, and he couldn't help feeling a surge of fear in his heart.

He has been cornered.

What should we do now?
Use the sofa as a shield and rush out to fight, but can this thing stop it?
……

In an instant, the situation reversed.

Bob's rant growls outside
"Haha, why did you suddenly become a shrinking turtle? Wasn't it crazy just now?"

"You despicable chink, I will tear you to pieces! I will torture you ten times and a hundred times!"

Bob's glass-disfigured face is viciously and morbidly distorted.

He was covered in cuts and bruises, and the sound of panting was extremely obvious, and he exhausted his whole body with every breath.

But he didn't call for help, he wanted to seize the opportunity to legally and legally kill the thug who invaded the private villa.

Get rid of Dean once and for all.

Otherwise, as long as this lunatic is alive.

He has trouble sleeping and eating!

With his left hand stretched into a straight line, Bob came to the door in a standard gun-holding posture, aiming at the darkness not too far away.

The private screening room has no windows to the outside world.

There was no escape for Dean.

But it was dark inside, and it was big and wide, and Bob, who had a handicapped leg, didn't intend to rush in rashly and take risks.

"So you're lying? Where did you get Mona?"

A cold and trembling voice came from the room, the extreme tension seemed to be waiting for the sentence of fate.

Bob felt a rush of revenge immediately.

"Idiot, do you want to know where Mona is? Now I will graciously tell you the answer!"

Bob shouted playfully at the door, like a hunter enjoying the hunting process,

He wanted to provoke this lunatic and make him jump out on his own initiative.

"Guess, what's the purpose of that blue plastic bucket in the bathroom before? Hint 1, chemistry class."

A VCR was thrown out of the darkness, but only hit the air.

Bob's ears caught the suppressed beast-like roar in the room, and he laughed heartily,
"Idiot, haven't you figured out such an obvious hint? Hint 2...the videotape number 001 in the locker on the right. Did you see it when you sneaked around to check it? Do you remember the name of the videotape?"

The dark room was completely dead silent.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right!" Bob grinned wildly, with blood foam flying and his expression frantic, "The answer is "The Incredible Melting Man"!"

plastic barrel?
Melting people?
The air seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.

In the strong suffocation, Dean sat down in the darkness slumped.

"But I just discovered now that the knowledge in books is not necessarily correct, and the exact answer can only be obtained after practice. It took me a whole week to successfully make that woman's clothes, hat, skin, flesh, bones, and her body Disgusting and cheap smile, reluctantly turned into scum!"

"The whole process was fun."

"And guess what?"

"I flushed that pile of polluting dirt down the sewer!"

"Haha, I have completely fulfilled Mona—the girl who lives in the sewer finally merged with the sewer, and will be with cockroaches and mice forever!"

"Haha, am I a good person, Dean. After I killed you, I also melted you into the sewer, and let you reunite with your girlfriend, how about it?"

"Should you come out to thank me and give me a kowtow according to your rules?"

Bob's perverted laughter came and went.

Dean's eyes turned black for a while, and a bitter sweet taste gushed out of his mouth. His heart was torn, and the severe pain like the displacement of five internal organs made him almost faint.

Why be so cruel?

why? !

Desperation was about to wash him away like a flood that burst a bank.

All efforts are turned into flowing water.

In a trance, the system shook.

The progress bar jumped directly from 80.00% to full.

A section of bright red text emerged——

You have learned of Mona's real whereabouts - she was melted into slag by Bob Lowry with chemical raw materials, there is no trace of her in the world, and you will never find her again.

100% investigation progress.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

"Why, you poor ghosts, bastards, homeless children without parents, and sewer freaks are so happy every day. Smile in front of me, laugh... laughing makes me sick!"

"And we, the real masters of Las Vegas, get no real understanding, have nowhere to display our talents, and are often depressed, uncomfortable, and painful?"

Bob's snarl echoes over the blasting music.

"Tell me why?"

"Say it, trash! Come out, coward! At this point, you are still hiding, afraid to avenge your lovely girlfriend?!"

clatter--

Bob casually fired a shot into the darkness, but it only hit the air, and he took a spare magazine from under the fire box to replace it.

Dean watched the rewards in the system silently.

Withdraw rewards.

You gained 60 experience points - personal level lv0 (90/100)
You earned the gratitude of your predecessor, Dean Lou,

Super power - shadow of the past lv0:

Now, do you feel the same way?

Ridicule, humiliation!
Torment, pain!
Lost, angry!
A cowardly, mutant soul.

Dormant in the body of the past, mourning day and night because of the loss of a loved one.

It wanders between nothingness and reality, seeks answers in confusion and darkness, and constantly tortures the spirit and body of you, the successor.

Finally, you helped it dispel the fog and haze, and revealed the brutal truth.

Under the witness of the system.

From now on, it will be restricted by you and driven by you!
Now, release it, let the shadow of yesterday reappear, let it absorb your spirit, and slay your enemies!

……

That guy in the past, has been with me? !

Come out then, Dean!

Come out!
Shadows of the past!
Dean stared angrily, directed at the dark void and the enemy in front, and exhaled all the breath in his chest in one breath!
In response.

A figure as deep as night and as black as ink flew out of his body angrily!

……

Bob Low, who was guarding the door, suddenly felt a gloomy gust of wind blowing from the darkness.

It was as if there were a pair of eyes full of hatred watching him in hell, making his hairs stand on end and his skin torn apart!

Be alert!

Bob continued to pull the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
The unloaded bullet hit the empty darkness ahead, and then, an extremely unreasonable scene appeared in the narrow corridor——

There were two crisp sounds, and the two warheads that hit the air strangely exhausted their firepower and fell to the ground.

"Fxxk! Who's there?!"

"What the hell?!"

"Who?!"

Bob's face changed drastically, and he turned and ran away.

boom!
An invisible force cut his throat, and Bob suffered severe pain like suffocation, and was thrown backward by that force.

boom!
Bob hit his back against the wall, cracked and dusty, and he slid down like he lost his bones.

Pain afflicts every cell.

But the ordeal was far from over.

Crack, crack, crackling sound——

Bob's wrist and ankle were suddenly bent in reverse, and the skin was torn to reveal the hairy, pale and bright red bone stubble!

In the blink of an eye he was crippled.

Ahhhhh!

"God!"

"Invisible Devil!"

"devil!"

"God, get rid of it!"

Bob's painful wailing and calling for help were covered by the passionate disco outside the window.

That invisible force still does not give up.

He drew the sharp knife on his right arm.

The unmanned, gleaming sharp blade circled in the middle of the corridor.

fall!

puff puff...

Pointing at Bob's whole body and stabbing continuously, the sharp blade rises and falls like a bat with fluttering wings.

The chandelier in the corridor swayed with the wind, and the paralyzed black shadow on the wall was shaking like an epileptic seizure. The screams and wailing were annihilated in the surging music of the party, and the splashed blood outlined a trace like splashed ink.

……

blah blah-

Dean stepped out of the darkness with a poster tucked under his left armpit.

The light fell on his pale and tired face, half burning with flame, half frozen with frost.

He picked up Colt from the ground.

The strange power received the order, let go of the man who was barely human in the pool of bright red blood, and stopped the torture.

Turned into a gust of wind.

"Bob Lowe!"

Dean squatted down, his bloodshot eyes stared at the demon and pervert in front of him, and pointed his gun at his head. At this point, he had only one choice.

"Help... forgive me..."

Bob's bruised eyes squeezed out a pleading, but he only listened to the cold sentence,

"You are unpardonable!"

"Go to hell!"

boom!
The sound of gunfire roared, and the watermelon-like red water that exploded Bob's head splashed everywhere.

A reminder flashed before Dean's eyes.

You killed Bob Lowe with a Colt M1911A1.

Gain Proficiency 10
You turned on the skill - Shot lv0 (10/100)...

……

Dean took a deep breath and retracted his wrist which was deflected by the recoil.

Turning his head, there was a pure black figure squatting quietly beside Bob's dead body.

Dotted lines of electric arcs danced around his body, and he was as ethereal and changing as the clouds in the sky.

Dean looked into his face.

Four eyes facing each other.

The cold moonlight shines through the windows in the corridor, revealing two faces with exactly the same facial features, like twin brothers.

But one face is lively and lively, and the other face is shrouded in black mist, with a dull expression and empty eyes, like a puppet that has lost its soul.

But Dean felt a fleeting moment of relief and gratitude in his dark, empty eyes—

A hoarse and dull voice sounded in Dean's heart:

I, the shadow of yesterday.

from now on.

Will be your right and left hand.

Follow your orders.

"It's all over."

Dean wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, the influence of the past responded to his order, rolled up several bullet casings and warheads in conspicuous places on the ground like a gust of wind, wiped off the fingerprints on the blood-stained kitchen knife, and stuffed them into Bob own hands.

"Shadow of the Past" used Bob's blood to write two misleading and inexplicable letters next to his corpse-NR, and the corpse was also specially placed in a strange posture of kneeling towards the letters.

It's like some kind of religious ceremony.

As long as it can slightly confuse the COPs' follow-up investigation, Dean's actions will not be in vain.

"Come on, buddy... let's take Mona and go home together."

"Shadows of the Past" returned to Dean's body.

A strong sense of weakness surged, and Dean resolutely rushed into the darkness of the corridor with the poster in his arms.

(End of this chapter)