Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 22
At night, the bright moon hangs high.

Outside the gate of Mon Carlo Hilltop Villa.

"Fake you, son of a bitch! Dare to touch Grace with a finger, and I'll kill you!"

Ruster, who fell into the bushes, was weakly swearing at the big iron gate.

"Why is your nose bruised and face swollen? Did the baseball team hit you?"

A voice came from behind,

Ruster's shoulders trembled and he turned around. The moonlight illuminated a familiar face. His face was as white as a piece of paper, as if he had suffered a serious illness!
It was Dean who had just escaped from the villa.

"Dude, you can't make a little noise when you walk, and scare me. I don't mind, Bob is so embarrassing, don't you see that his face stinks like a stone in the toilet! Hiss... I scolded It's so cool!"

Rast rubbed his chest and grinned in pain,

"By the way, have you found any clues about Mona?"

Dean nodded, groaned and covered his arms,

"Wait, you're injured too?" Luster realized the glaring bright red on the other's left arm, and his heart skipped a beat. "Did that bastard Bob do it?"

"Leave here first, go back to my house and talk!"

……

The two went down the mountain in the dark, and Dean didn't take a taxi along the way because he was worried about leaving clues and witnesses.

On the way back, several police cars roared past and ran quickly to the top of the mountain, where an emergency situation obviously occurred.

"Dude, you didn't set fire to the villa, did you?"

"It's a bit complicated."

Dean changed the subject.

The road is long.

After experiencing the fierce battle in the villa, Dean was depressed, had a splitting headache, and was exhausted.

But as he walked, Iron Man's powerful resilience began to take effect. In addition to being hungry, his condition was getting better and better, and the wound stopped bleeding quickly.

two hours later.

The two left the urban area and entered the remote and quiet suburbs. Dean quietly went to the field to throw away the bullet casings he picked up from the villa and the surveillance video tapes that he had trampled to pieces.

Eleven at night.

The two returned home quietly, and Dean first treated himself and Ruster with medical alcohol and cold compresses.

Fortunately, the bullet wound on his arm was not serious, and the bullet casing scratched a piece of skin the size of a fingernail.

Rust had multiple bruises all over his body, but they were superficial and healed within a few days.

After treating the wound, Dean took out a pile of food from the refrigerator, heated it and cooked it, and brought it to the backyard.

Ruster ate canned meat, and talked about his knowledge and experience in the villa ostentatiously, as well as his worries, Bob's threats against his mother Grace.

While listening, Dean ate two steaks, three pieces of bread, and two cartons of milk until his hunger subsided.

He changed all his clothes, masks, and shoes into the iron basin, and set them on fire under Rust's surprised eyes.

"Why burn clothes?"

Ruster stopped chewing, his eyes froze, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. How does this seem to be destroying evidence?

Dean looked into his eyes, but didn't answer directly,

"Thank you for your speech at the party. You dared to stand in front of so many people and withstand tremendous pressure to speak for me and accuse Bob, good brother."

Ruster's bruised cheeks blushed from the praise, he touched the back of his head and shook his head,
"The detective duo are brothers, so we need polite words? What's more, I should thank you, Dean, for letting me regain my courage, otherwise I would still be a coward that everyone can bully! This week , I feel that I have been... um... transforming, even Grace praised me for being more confident, it's all thanks to you."

After hearing this, Dean nodded, took a deep breath, and made some kind of decision.

"Last, are you trustworthy, can you keep a secret for me? Even if this secret is extremely terrible, it is so terrible that it violates the 'iron law' of Las Vegas."

"I, Ruster, if I do anything to betray Dean, then I, then I..." Although Ruster didn't know why the other party asked this, he still swears firmly through gritted teeth, "I'll go to hell!"

Dean thought about it, even if he didn't tell the truth now.

With Rust's intelligence, when the police ask him for questioning, he will definitely guess the truth.

Instead of covering up and deceiving, it is better to be honest, win his favor and trust, and deal with the investigation together, so as not to be confused by the sudden interrogation.

At worst, Dean just fled Las Vegas.

It has to be said that after acquiring the supernatural ability, Dean's thoughts are no longer rigid and follow the rules before, and he has a little more confidence in his heart.

But it would be great if we can continue to hide our identity and escape from this "accident".

"Listen...you don't have to worry about Bob hurting Grace anymore."

"What do you mean?" Rust's eyes flashed with confusion.

"Bob is dead."

hum.

Ruster opened his mouth wide, and the eaten can in his hand fell to the ground.

The entire backyard fell into an eerie dead silence.

The cold night wind was blowing.

My heart is pounding.

The sparks burst and crackled, reflecting two faces with very different expressions.

After half a minute.

Ruster was about to suffocate, he held his chest and took a deep breath, his voice trembling,
"You, you killed Bob?"

"That's right." Dean shot deep hatred in his eyes, and then closed his eyes, "Do you know what that beast did to Mona? He melted Mona with chemicals, strong acid or strong alkali."

"Killing him, I have a clear conscience. I only hate that he died so easily."

"Don't you hate him, think about what he did to you before, think about how he humiliated you in public in the villa!"

"Yes, I hate him, I want him punished! But—"

hiss--

Ruster sat slumped on the ground, lowered his head, and his temples swelled and swelled.

"Bob killed Mona, and my best friend killed Bob."

After accepting such shocking news all of a sudden, he felt that his brain was shut down and went blank.Although Bob Low was hateful, he never thought of killing the other party.

It was hard for him to accept it for a while, his whole body felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his buttocks on the sofa moved around.

Di drank the milk quietly without urging him.

After a long time, I waited until the other party's complexion improved a little before speaking,
"Rast, will you report me?" Dean looked at Ruster calmly.

"How is it possible!" Luster shook his head instinctively, "I swore that I would never betray you! But... But, why didn't you report on Bob to the LVPD?"

"He is very cunning, he has already disposed of most of the evidence, and the rest is not enough to convict." Dean explained patiently, "And with the energy of his billionaire father, even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility, We convict him, and he'll be locked up for a few years at most. It's not a punishment at all."

Dean raised his voice suddenly, "Rast, don't you think Bob deserves to die?"

"He, he deserves it!"

Ruster suddenly squeezed his fist and hinted to himself,

"Actually, actually...you are quite right. If Bob is still alive, soon, there will definitely be other innocent victims under his command."

"Yes..." Last looked up at his friend, and said loudly as if cheering up, "You are saving people, and this is an act of justice."

"Rast, my good brother, I'm glad you agree with my approach." Dean patted the other party's shoulder, "Next, we should discuss it."

"Tomorrow, Monday the day after tomorrow at the latest, the COP will definitely come to you for questioning, and everyone who has attended the party will not be able to escape."

"At that time, you can answer honestly. You drank too much wine with me during the day, and your mind was a little out of control, so you scolded Bob at the party. You don't need to hide your bad relationship with Bob. "

Dean rubbed his chin and thought, there's no way the COP thinks Rust, an underdeveloped high school kid, can break Bob's limbs.

Moreover, Ruster had never been to the third floor of the villa. When he attacked Bob, he had already been kicked out of the villa and had no chance of committing a crime.

He is innocent in every sense of the word.

"But one thing, you have to keep in mind, if they ask me, you say that after we parted in the morning, I refused to go to Bob's birthday party because I hated him, and went home. During the party that night, you went from beginning to end Didn't see me."

"But after being kicked out. You came to my house again, and I was already asleep. You woke me up and talked to me for a long time..."

……

"Remember to ask the COP, is there any accident in the villa? When he tells you the news of Bob's death, he should show a proper surprised expression, that's normal behavior."

……

Dean and Rust discussed for a long time, and even had a rough rehearsal. Dean played the role of COP, and countless suspenseful and thrilling American dramas in the future gave him a lot of inspiration.

And Rust plays the prisoner being interrogated.

Rust was a little panicked at first, but under Dean's intensive brainwashing training, he quickly regained his composure. After all, most of them were telling the truth.

Dean was satisfied.

The guy's mentality is a bit beyond his looks and age.

……

It was two o'clock in the morning.

"Go to sleep in the innermost bedroom on the second floor. I will call you tomorrow morning, and then practice again."

"What about you?" Ruster yawned. He had experienced too much today and was beaten again, and his eyelids had already started to fight.

"I'll think about it more carefully."

"Rest early." Rust went up the stairs.

Dean leaned back on the sofa, rubbed his temples, and ran through all the events of today in his mind.

flaw.

flaw.

I tried my best to erase the traces, and the most likely flaws were the bloodstains, shoe prints, and even hairs left in the villa, which could not be cleaned up at that time.

But there were hundreds of people at the party, and there were countless guests who had been to the scene of the crime, and they also left their own traces. These are huge distractions.

It would take a lot of time for COPs to thoroughly investigate.

And they can't ask for a biological sample from someone who wasn't at the party for no reason.

As Dean thought about it, he remembered another thing.

Will Bob Low's father, who never showed up, have a negative impact on him?

After thinking for a long time, Dean has no other good solution except to be more vigilant.

……

Dean rubbed his temples, pulled himself together, and checked the system's personal records.

Dean Lou

Character level: 0 (90/100)

Age: 18
Physical: 11.5
Power: 10.5
Sensitivity: 11.5
Perception: 9
Spirit: 12
Will: 9→11
……

Ability (3/5):

Fighting lv1 (5/200)
Shooting lv0 (10/100): The ability to attack with long-range weapons such as firearms and crossbows. Each upgrade will slightly increase the two attributes of perception and sensitivity.

Shadow of the Past lv0 (1/100): Summon the ghost Dean from your body to assist you in attack, defense, and reconnaissance... The strength of the ghost is related to your spirit.Please explore other features by yourself.

Each upgrade slightly increases the spiritual attribute.

Expertise:

Junior Ironman
Event: 0/1
completed--

1.The death of young Dean.

2. Mona's whereabouts.

……

"With another ten points of experience, you can improve your personal level. Today is a day full of rewards."

Two lives, first blood, a lot of bloody scenes, but Dean didn't feel too much discomfort.

Getting rid of a scum does not violate his bottom line in life.

In addition, he avenged Mona, fulfilled his predecessor's last wish, and fulfilled his original promise!

Worth celebrating!

Well, not sad, I'm not sad at all.

Dean thought so, and tears filled his calm face unconsciously.

He covered his face and sat on the sofa, silently shrugging his shoulders...

The moonlight outside the window made the back look very bleak.

I don't know how long it took, but the gloom and sadness in my heart seemed to pour out with tears.

The heaviness in his chest lightened.

"Dean, be happy, the tragedy of the past is over today, and it's time for a new life."

He talked to himself, took a deep breath, squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth and continued to examine the system:
The sudden appearance of shooting skills is a bonus surprise.

But now that Dean recalled, there was an anomaly in this skill.

At that time, he only fired one shot at Bob, but he gained an astonishing 10 points of proficiency.

At the same time, a part of the basic knowledge of how to use a gun miraculously appeared in his mind, including the posture of holding a gun and information on several commonly used guns. He was like a newcomer who had learned shooting for a week.

Taking combat as a reference, the speed of shooting improvement is extremely abnormal, too fast.

Then there is a possibility.

The proficiency gained by killing targets in battle far exceeds ordinary training and actual combat.

But this is just Dean's guess, and we need to wait for the opportunity to further verify it.

……

These harvests are normal.

Dean's biggest surprise was to activate the superpower Shadow of the Past-consume his own spiritual power and summon invisible ghosts.

According to Bob's abnormal performance in the corridor, ordinary people can't see the existence of Ying at all, and can only be beaten unilaterally. This ability cannot be explained by science, and it can be called abnormal.

Thinking of this, Dean's mood was ups and downs. The ordinary world in this world is really just an appearance.

There must be other supernatural beings similar to ghosts.

But he held back his excitement and summoned "Shadow" again without recklessness.

In just a few minutes in the corridor of Bob's villa, his mental strength was almost exhausted, and he was dizzy, as if he hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

The consumption of this ability is unexpectedly large!
Even though he has recovered a little now, Dean still plans to sleep well, and try to summon again tomorrow to conduct various detailed experiments and tests.

……

Dean carefully read the skill description of Shadow of the Past again.

Mutant soul.

Dormant in the old shell.

Howling day and night.

influence successors.

"It's no wonder that whenever I thought of Mona before, I always lost control of my emotions and behaved abnormally, as if I couldn't control my hands and feet. It turns out that there has always been a laggard hidden in my body."

Dean suddenly realized.

However, after the system transformed this crane tail into a superpower, Dean's willpower increased by two points strangely, and because of this, his mental state became more stable.

Dean closed his eyes, recalling the sweet and beautiful memories of his predecessor and Mona again, and her last tragic fate, just like watching a tragic movie.

It's amazing, although there are still some ups and downs in emotion.

But in the pure and passionate love between his predecessor and Mona, now Dean has become a complete bystander.

He seemed to have unloaded the heavy burden of Qianjun on his body, and he was no longer distracted by it, and every breath was extremely easy.

Dean took out the poster, stroked it gently, and stared at the half-length sketch of Mona: cowboy hat, black hair, smiling like a girl next door.

Dean got up and hung the Skywalker poster and Mona's portrait on the hall wall.

"I'm finally back to normal, and now I'm the real Dean!"

"A yet-to-be-started private detective with superpowers!"

"No loopholes should be left!"

Vulnerability!

Dean thought of something, looked up at the second floor, his eyes became very complicated.

A slight snoring sound came from the bedroom, Rust should be asleep.

Di Jingjing listened for a long time, shook his head and smiled, and whispered solemnly to the second floor:
"Last, I owe you a favor, and I will pay you back in the future."

Dean lay on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

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