Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 339 329. Police Station

Finished dealing with a few sporadic scorpion tail flies.

Several people got directly into the blinding fog, relying on the door numbers of nearby shops and villas to guide the direction, and extinguished the kerosene lamps. After all, the light can attract scorpion-tailed flies, and it may also attract more terrifying monsters.

Dean walked in front of the team, holding half a scorpion-tailed fly in his hand and a rope tied around his waist, connecting Lucia, who was worried and uneasy in the middle of the team, and her two children.

After receiving hints from Dean's telekinesis, Wanda and Victor leaned against their mother with tight faces. They were obedient and obedient as never before, and did not cry even in the hazy darkness.

The queen, Sean, who was holding a spear and a shield, cast wary glances at the ghost floating in circles around the mother and daughter from time to time.

The five people were as cautious as walking through a narrow cave tunnel.

In addition, Dean used telepathy to confirm again that the lake monster Danlan is still hiding in the long lake searching for Martha's soul. There is no news yet.

Shoal has already found Mrs. Carmody, but she is no longer at Qiao Pier Antique Shop. Instead, she ran to the police station of a nearby town and gathered with a bunch of lucky people.

So Dean's next destination became the police station.

The journey was not long, and the children of the mist were distributed very irregularly. They were not attacked again this time.

"We're getting there."

Dean raised his head and looked ten meters ahead. The outline of a one-story building faintly emerged in the lingering fog. The narrow glass doors and windows revealed a yellow light, illuminating the "Qiaodun Town Police Station" sign above. .

Dean stepped forward quickly and opened the handle of the glass door with his mind to break into the police station. Lucia, mother and daughter filed in behind them, including Barty's ghost.

Multiple kerosene lamps illuminated the interior to every detail.

There were about twenty people gathered in the hall in front of the reception desk. Most of them were scrawled in pajamas, their eyes were bloodshot from staying up late, and their expressions were dazed and anxious. They were probably frightened by the fog and the strange power outage in the middle of the night, and they luckily escaped to the police. The townspeople in the police station were surrounded by two policemen wearing police uniforms and carrying pistols on their waists.

Mrs. Carmody in bright orange trousers stood in the middle of the crowd, raised her head and chest, and shouted in an old, hoarse but powerful voice, "Don't go out, I can feel the danger outside, and there is death hidden in the fog! Whoever goes out gets the chance." Just die!"

She had her hands on her hips and a majestic look on her face, like a pastor preaching to the believers, making people listen attentively.

The older people nodded with deep understanding, while a few young people looked disgusted, as if they were worried that this witch covered in weird jewelry would infect them with some kind of curse.

A red-haired boy of 17 or 18 years old couldn't help but push Carmody hard, causing her to sit down on the ground, like a fat old dog with a broken leg.

"Shut up, you old witch, don't scare people with your nonsense!"

"Calm down, young man." A man with an unshaven chin stood up and helped Carmody, who was glaring with anger. "She didn't lie. I saw the mist drifting from the other side of the lake when I was painting. Came here, like a living creature, and ate my neighbor Lawyer Norton's dock, then his home, and followed me closely behind my car."

"It wasn't until we entered the town that it was busy eating other buildings and didn't let me go. But I clearly saw something huge like a deep-sea giant octopus in the fog, waving countless tentacles and wrapping itself around the buildings. house."

A group of people turned pale after hearing this.

"David Drayton, aren't you a painter? When did you change your career and start writing horror stories?" Another tall and strong man wearing a police uniform stood up and gave people comforting eyes, "Everyone, please don't Worry, there is no monster at all, this is just an ordinary fog, it just came at the wrong time, and there happened to be a problem with the power station, which caused bad effects. As long as we wait until tomorrow morning, I guarantee that everything will return to normal."

"God, and the gun in my hand, will protect you!"

"Wait, what the hell is that?!" Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a man wearing glasses suddenly screamed and pointed behind him in shock, and the crowd turned to look.

"Lucia!"

The townspeople all knew the pretty widow and her son and daughter in the restaurant. As for the two strangers, only Sean's spear and shield were slightly intimidating.

But the most eye-catching thing is the white "tablecloth" floating behind them and floating below the ceiling. If you look at it from a TV or movie screen, it looks lame and ridiculous, like a crude ghost.

But when you see it in reality, it is a devil and a monster, it is living evil!

The crowd in the hall instantly exploded.

Screams broke out one after another, and several young people broke away from the team and fled to other rooms and corners like headless flies. An old man fell to the ground clutching his chest and gasping in pain, seemingly having a heart attack.

More people hid behind the Sheriff, like chickens begging for protection from a hen.

The Sheriff quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at the ghost, and shouted with trembling cheeks,

"Be careful, Lucia, come here quickly, there are monsters behind you!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is not a monster!" Lucia raised her hands to signal everyone to relax, "He is my husband Barty who disappeared two years ago. He will not hurt you, he is just protecting me and the children!"

"Gods!"

There was an uproar.

"Are you crazy? Lucia," a petite woman looked at her in disbelief, "Everyone in the town knows that Buddy sold the yacht and left you two years ago. It is not your husband. Come here." !”

"No, he protected us," Lucia tried her best to defend with a blushing face, "He is Bati, please don't be afraid!"

"He is daddy!" Wanda pointed at the tablecloth in the sky with her big innocent eyes, her innocent little face was full of determination.

"God, this kid has been brainwashed by a monster!"

"Lucia, bring her here quickly!"

"Shoot and drive away the monster!"

A group of people hid behind the police sergeant who raised his gun, shouting from ten meters apart.

Lucia tried to argue, but the ghostly white cloth-like body above her head began to swell, and she gradually became anxious.

Until there was a clang.

"This is the monster." Dean threw the half-section of the big insect corpse he had prepared in advance in front of everyone, and at the same time, with a hidden wave, Qianquan flew back to his pocket from behind the ceiling lampshade like lightning, and began to suck in the various emotions intertwined in the crowd.

The entire police station hall was silent, and everyone's expressions became extremely exciting. Some even thought they were hallucinating, rubbed their eyes, and shouted in disbelief,

"Oh my god, what kind of bug is this? It's bigger than my Persian cat!"

"Look at that row of shining teeth. They're sharper than my dad's new razor."

"There are no such big bugs in the Amazon jungle."

Dean was very satisfied with everyone's expressions and was about to speak when Carmody rushed out of the crowd at the right time. Like a cat that happened to hit a dead mouse, he jumped to the side of the big bug with jaw-dropping agility and lifted it up. Further showing the big bug’s three rows of teeth, compound eyes, and sharp jointed limbs,

"See, what did I say? There are monsters and death in the mist, every rage from nightmares, pale laziness, unbridled lust... My arrogance and disrespect for the gods and their messengers... This is for the guilty man Doomsday Judgment!”

Her mouth rolled like a knotted rope, her wet eyes radiated strange magic, and every deep wrinkle on her face was filled with unparalleled confidence, so confident that she was arrogant.

The dim light hit her short and fat body, and her open hands and thick sleeves projected two black silhouettes on the ground, like a pair of outstretched black wings.

The people who questioned her at first also began to waver, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"Listen carefully, my words are the will of the gods. If you want to survive, you must obey my command!"

Crash.

Carmody continued to shout, and half of the insect corpse held in front of him suddenly turned into streams of asphalt-like liquid and fell to the ground, turning into smoke and disappearing.

Everyone subconsciously took a few steps back. When Carmody saw this, he was stunned like a stuck grandfather clock. His swollen cheeks bulged like bread, his eyes that protruded like copper bells rolled around, and he shouted in a higher tone,

"The fog is a breeding ground for monsters' evil, a bottomless abyss full of evil. Once these monsters leave the fog for too long, they will die! This is a warning from the gods to me!"

Dean and Sean, who were listening in the back, exchanged a surprised look. It seemed that the old lady was not all using her words to bluff people. Could it be that there really was a god behind her?

"Okay, Carmody, stop intimidating the townspeople. This is the police station, not a place for you to speak or preach." The police chief took a step forward and involuntarily pulled the old lady back to the team, and everyone was like a dream. Wake up and get rid of the brainwashing demonic voice,

"As for you, just stand there with the so-called 'Buddy' and don't come over." The Sheriff's sharp eyes and muzzle turned to Dean and his group. He clearly remembered that it was this young man who threw the bug just now, "The bug Where did it come from?”

"In the fog outside," Dean said loudly,

The crowd suddenly became noisy.

"Quiet! Who are you? I haven't seen you before?"

"He is Mr. Kenny Fantasy, a reporter from the Portland Daily News. He came to our town of Bridgetown to investigate the case of Martha's death." David Drayton walked out of the crowd. "Thanks to his reminder, I If you understand the dangers of fog, you can escape to the police station in time tonight."

"Yes, this is an upright and kind gentleman." Mrs. Medina followed closely and walked out of the crowd, looking at Dean and Sean with cloudy eyes still full of gratitude.

The police chief raised his hand to interrupt the two people's interruption, staring at Dean, "Martha died accidentally. What's the point of investigating?"

"It's not an accident." Dean glanced at the panicked faces. "Have you forgotten? The fog also appeared on the night of Martha's death, and tonight the scale is even larger. It is full of monsters, covering the entire town of Pier. .”

"What do you know? What's going on with the fog outside, the bugs that suddenly disappeared, and this ghost?"

"You made a mistake in asking the wrong person." Dean looked directly into the police chief's eyes. "You should ask the people at the Shiling Town military base. It was their secret research that led to tonight's accident. It was also their secret research more than two years ago. He killed Lucia’s husband, Barty, and turned it into this inhuman state, and a month ago, he killed Mrs. Medina’s granddaughter, Martha.”

"Don't talk nonsense!" The police chief's expression darkened, "The Shiling Town military base is studying how to defend against Soviet nuclear bomb attacks. How could it harm innocent townspeople?"

A middle-aged woman said in a sharp voice, "Didn't the people in the hair salon talk about studying the frozen alien corpses in flying saucers?"

The crowd's attention turned to the base, noisily mentioning various related weird rumors.

"Quiet, believe it or not, tonight's fog has something to do with the military base. There's also bad news." Dean looked at the kerosene lamps that could be seen everywhere in the front hall. "The insect monster just now is a phototactic creature. , if the lights of the police station are turned on like this, they will be attracted to them, and you are in a very dangerous situation."

"There's no way..." The Sheriff shook his head, "Darkness is scarier than monsters, the lights must be kept! Now you stand still, put down your spears, and keep a distance of ten meters. The guys and I need to discuss it internally."

Next, the police station was divided into two distinct groups of people.

The police and about twenty townspeople behind them stood behind the reception desk, arguing fiercely about the series of horrific situations Dean mentioned just now, casting wary glances from time to time.

Lucia crouched near the entrance and tenderly fed the two children some water, while her ghostly husband loyally guarded them.

Dean and Sean walked around all night and finally found Carmody. They immediately called her over and said half-jokingly,

"Have you ever gone to a monastery to study before? Are you so good at speaking skills?"

"What words are there? This is the grace of the gods," Carmody turned around and looked at everyone, "The gods asked me to teach these ordinary people to live, but they are short-sighted and waste precious opportunities!"

Dean nodded, "Okay, back to the topic, we have found out clearly that it was not the lake monster in the Long Lake that killed Martha a month ago. The lake monster is not an evil thing that harms the world. The evil one is coming tonight. Children of the Mist, they took away Martha’s soul. You are a descendant of a witcher, you should know right from wrong, and you wouldn’t force me to kill the lake monster, right?”

When Carmody heard this, he showed a reluctant attitude, "Unfortunately, according to the agreement, if you can't bring me the lake monster, you won't get the Serent Rune!"

"What on earth are you going to do with the body of the lake monster?" Sean couldn't help but ask,

Carmody said meaningfully, "You will know when the time comes."

Dean asked again, "Can't you change a condition? For example, if I rescue you from the fog, you give me the Serent Rune?"

"I don't need you to save me, the gods will protect me. But I can change the conditions." Hearing this, Carmody grinned, showing his nicotine-colored rotten teeth, and said with a smile, "The vitality and strength of the two monsters are not inferior to those of the lake monster. Replace the Serent runes.”

"Can the Mistborn do it?"

There was a trace of excitement in Carmody's eyes, and his smile looked a little evil. "The effect will be better, but it must be in a fresh state and cannot suddenly disappear like the big bug just now."

Dean nodded. Two level 4 "Spider Lobsters" should be able to satisfy the goddess's appetite.

"make a deal."

Here, Dean and Carmody made a new agreement.

David's family left the Sheriff's camp with Mrs. Medina and walked over. The boy Billy couldn't help looking up at the ghost floating under the ceiling, muttering "It's so cool" in his mouth, and thought as he trotted. He was about to rush over to say hello to his good friend Wanda, but was firmly held back by Stephen.

"Mr. Kenny, were you serious just now?" David Drayton asked anxiously, "Is Martha's death related to the military base?"

Dean nodded heavily and looked at the thin and stooped Mrs. Medina, "But this matter involves major secrets. For safety reasons, you'd better not know too much."

David's face froze.

"But did my Martha die so mysteriously?" Mrs. Medina asked unwillingly, squeezing a few tears from her eyes.

"I will give her the best home." Dean said seriously, "All you need to do is protect yourself and live well."

"By the way, you have a choice." Dean glanced at David's family, the old woman, and Lucia's family one by one, who were his acquaintances in Bridgetown. "If you are willing, I will send you to a place far away." Go to a foggy, safe place, like Portland.”

The fog blocked Dean's perception, but his skills were not affected.

He can activate the node at any time and escape from the fog-covered Changhu Basin through roaming. It is not a problem to send a few people away.

David and Stephen exchanged a look, thinking the other was joking, "Would you like to drive? It's not safe in the fog."

"Don't worry, it's safer and faster than driving."

The couple was excited but hesitant.

"Then can you take Barty with you?" Lucia took the child's hand and asked, looking up at the ghost above her.

Dean shook his head, "Unfortunately, it is a child of the mist. It has a symbiotic relationship with the mist. If it leaves the mist, it will die soon."

"No, God, don't be so cruel. Barty has just come back and hasn't taken a good look at little Victor yet!" Lucia sadly picked up her little son and raised it to the ghost, who leaned over gently with careful movements. He hesitated, as if he wanted to touch the child, but was afraid that the cold body would frostbite his tender skin.

Dean looked at it for a while and then spoke,

"As an aside, Barty, I want to ask you to help someone, well, Martha. She may have become one of your kind."

The ghost clearly understood what he said. His white cloth-like body folded and nodded, and then looked at the three Lucias, as if to say - you save them, I will help you find someone.

Then there was a sudden change, and a strong and harsh "bang" came from under people's feet, as if the entire police station sank one meter underground, and dozens of people in the hall screamed.

"earthquake!"

"Help!"

The kerosene lamp on the table hit the wall, fell to the ground and shattered. The flames rose up and traveled in a string on the carpet. The firelight illuminated the frightened faces.

The door frame was all twisted and deformed with the huge vibration, and the floor and ceiling seemed to have centipedes drilling underneath, cracking lines.

At the same time as the earthquake.

The door and windows at the entrance of the police station burst open, crystal glass shards poured down, and several gray-black scorpion-tailed flies rushed into the police station buzzing.

(End of this chapter)