Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 347 337. Evil spirits hide in Ganano

Dean's trip to the misty world failed miserably.

The moment he was teleported to the lake monster, he didn't have time to gain proficiency in hunting the Children of the Mist. He immediately felt his temples pulsing, as if he was about to burst through his skin and pop out.

Some kind of terrifying existence was staring at him. The bitingly cold and pale snowy fog everywhere around him were its eyes, blinking with overwhelming murderous intent. It was like a home guard catching an intruder and seeing through Di. Anna, in the guise of a gray widow, is the core of humanity.

Before this terrifying aura gathered, Dean wandered back to the real world like lightning, to the snowy fields outside Portland.

The cold moonlight revealed the glistening cold sweat on his face,

"You can actually see through the mimicry of my soul. This is probably a seventh-level creature in the foggy world, similar to the existence of a god." There was deep fear and a hint of helplessness in Dean's eyes.

The idea of ​​using the foggy world to quickly gain proficiency failed.

……

Next, he meditated on the red dragon in the snow outside the forest, observed the Orion constellation in the sky, and by the way, he carved runes for the star arrows and absorbed the starlight.

Time flew by and it was early the next morning.

Dean interrupted, "But so many old people dying one after another is obviously not normal."

Event Difficulty: Unknown

"Now the total population of the entire town of Ganano is less than six hundred."

"Well, my grandma has always been in good health. The day before she died, she stewed a large pot of venison at home, slept in it, and left. Although this way of death is the kindest way to die at an old age, the frequency of death is too high. "Susan's slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, like a stain on delicate porcelain. It made people feel distressed and couldn't help but wipe it off. "A few townspeople thought that this was God calling them back to heaven, but even more Many townspeople are worried that this terrible trend will spread to younger people, like some... something..."

……

"No, most of the people who died were old people over sixty years old." Susan took a deep breath and explained, "They were all found dead in their sleep in bed, and Dr. Crick did not test for any infectious diseases, tuberculosis, or leukemia. Nothing like that, no wounds.”

Her pronunciation is clear, bright, and her tone is steady, which is a rare example of standard English in Canada.

Sean opened his eyes and turned his head, his vertical eyes bursting with divine light, "It's very strange, like a cold consciousness energy in the dark void, combining all the indescribable information and piercing my mind, I was like a light bulb that suddenly received a powerful current from an unknown realm...I had a hunch that if I received it for one hour a day and persisted for a long time, I would have some kind of evolution."

But there was only a hint of it. There were basically no pedestrians on the street, only a few townspeople gathered in front of the town hospital.

Sean nodded solemnly, "The history I studied records that there are many such 'ghost towns' in the southwestern United States that were born and died due to mining."

"What should I say?" Dean's voice was as friendly and cordial as a brother's, which made Susan irresistible. A trace of confusion flashed in her big bright eyes, and she looked at the hospital opposite the store, "In the past two months, there have been many deaths in this town. A lot of people."

"Curse." Dean said what was in her heart.

"So what about brainwashing?" Sean tightened his face nervously, and then said in as calm a tone as possible, "The nocturnal species have been shouting in my ears and creating hallucinations in front of my eyes all day long. Now it's no big deal if there is one more arrogant person brainwashing me. Yes, in the end it all depends on which one of them is more powerful, and I will follow that one."

Dean rested his elbow on the window and fell into silence.

"Evolve?" Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sean's face carefully. Under the short brown hair, his face was slightly pale. His life strength was still around level three, but his temperament seemed to have an indescribable quality. Change, "Are you sure it's not brainwashing?"

This small town in eastern Ontario, built on an abandoned mine vein, has seen dozens of deaths of elderly people in the past two months.

Refreshed, Dean returned to the mine outside the town of Ganano and saw Sean sitting in the driver's seat of the Citroën with his eyes closed and dozing off, "How does it feel to train Serent Rune all night?"

Dean and Sean shook their heads indifferently, wiped off the oil stains on their fingers, and put down a few beautiful knives. "We are very interested in this aspect... After all, difficulties and ups and downs are also part of travel. That's it, I'll say goodbye." .”

……

"How many died?"

"So your hunch last night was right. The presence of a dead deer means something ominous is about to happen," Sean asked with a hint of pleading, "Do you want to help these poor people?"

"Yes," Susan wiped her hands with a rag. Seeing the solemn look on Dean's face, she immediately apologized, "Forgive me, I shouldn't bring up such a bad thing to affect your good mood."

"That was left a long time ago, dating back to my grandparents' generation. At that time, Ganano discovered gold and silver mines." The girl has a talkative temperament, and the guest's magical whirlpool eyes made her Unable to resist, he introduced with a smile, "Various communities sprang up almost overnight. But soon, the veins dried up, and these communities declined and disappeared at the same speed, leaving only empty hotels. , shop, salon.”

Try to find out the truth behind the incident. If there is a murderer, eliminate the murderer or subdue him.

"Wait a minute," the waitress took the money, swaying the silver scarf on her light blond hair, with a surprised expression on her pretty face, "So you are outsiders?"

"Welcome to Ganano, my name is Susan. Please forgive my presumption. In my impression, Ganano has few tourist resources and very few tourists, especially young tourists like you." The girl handed the burger to the two of them. ,

Dean took the burger and casually bit into half of it. He exchanged a look with Sean and said, "I feel like the infrastructure in the town is pretty good."

The lazy morning light of winter casts a veil over the town of Ganano, giving a touch of vitality to the town that was bleak and dead at night.

Sean broke the silence and changed the subject, "By the way, I just returned to Ganano Town and walked around, and discovered something unexpected... Do you want to go and take a look?"

"It would be a lie to say I don't mind, but I think doing more things that benefit mankind and society can also help me maintain some humanity under the brainwashing of Midian and Arrogance." Sean said sincerely,

Sean's words fell, and a prompt appeared in front of Dean's eyes - triggering the event "The evil spirit hides in Ganano".

Dean said firmly, "There is something supernatural in this town that is causing misfortune."

"Thirty-five or six, the owner of the hotel, Miller, the owner of the watch shop...the old pastor Andre who just passed away this morning and was just sent to the hospital..." Susan clenched her hands unconsciously, with a look in her eyes. With a heart-wrenching expression, "My grandma also passed away last month."

"Actually, Ganano is not yet a ghost town," Susan laughed, her big eyes showing a hint of helplessness, "but it's getting close. Nowadays, young people basically leave the town as soon as they get their diplomas and go to Ottawa, Montreal, They venture into big cities such as Toronto and never come back, leaving only a few women, children, the elderly and poor people in the town. In a few years, this town will disappear completely."

Dean and Sean walked to a country fast food restaurant across from the hospital and knocked on the counter.

"Well, Kenny and Sean," Dean introduced himself a little, looking at the lady's beautiful face, "We are from Maine, traveling around Canada, and we plan to continue west and pass through here."

The atmosphere near the car became slightly calmer.

"There have been so many deaths in two months, but there are less than 600 people in the town." Sean asked solemnly, "This frequency is abnormally high. Is it some kind of infectious disease?"

"Kenny, what do you think?" After leaving the restaurant, Sean looked at the warm sun in the sky and said,

“Recent events are accelerating this trend.”

"Hi, five Grand Slam burgers."

"Things like what happened in Qiaopier Town haven't affected your kindness?"

You guys think there's something hidden in it.

Progress: (5/100)

Term: no limit

Reward: Unknown

"What you said makes sense," Dean looked around this pale and cold town. Deaths began to occur two months ago. It couldn't possibly be caused by the convergence law he caused, so he didn't mind brushing a few. An event, "Let's go and have a look..."

……

The town hospital is very small, with only two doctors in total, one of whom is leading a nurse to comfort the family of the deceased.

Dean and Sean listened for a while but didn't find much useful information. They quietly found another Dr. Crick. He was a thin man in a white coat, with messy gray hair and thick dark circles under his eyes. He looked like... A middle-aged man suffering from severe insomnia, Dean also discovered that he had an irregular heartbeat.

Then he was brought to an office under hypnosis using telekinesis suggestion.

"Doctor Crick, what is the condition of the deceased this morning?"

"Around four o'clock in the morning," Creek stared into Dean's eyes, feeling like he was looking into a dark vortex, absorbing all the secrets hidden in his heart, "Pastor Andre fell while going up the stairs to the bathroom. , his wife called an ambulance and took him to the hospital, but unfortunately he stopped breathing at that time."

"cause of death?"

The doctor's eyes were dull, "The preliminary inference is that it was a severe craniocerebral injury caused by falling to the back of the head. The details will only be known after an autopsy."

"Is his body in the morgue?" "In the third room on the first floor."

Dean immediately let go of his God's perspective and scanned the ground.

In the middle of the dark room, an old man covered with white cloth lay on the morgue.

The light of life disappears, and death is certain.

The whole body was as pale as blood, wrinkled, covered with age spots, and there were obvious blood stains on the back of the head. From God's perspective, he continued to look inside, and the condition inside the body was clearly illuminated like an X-ray machine.

The shape and color of the internal organs are relatively normal, and it doesn't seem like there is anything wrong with it. Apart from the atherosclerotic damage to the brain, there are no other injuries...

"It does appear to be a traumatic brain injury."

Dean found nothing unusual or suspicious for the time being, and turned to the doctor.

"Give me the list of people who have died in the hospital in the past two months."

The doctor nodded, left the office and entered the archives room to search for a while, then quickly came back with a file and handed it to Dean.

Dean and Sean took out the documents and began to read through them.

"On December 1981, 12, Myles Johnson, a 20-year-old Caucasian man, was found lying in bed at nine o'clock in the morning not breathing. He died of natural causes."

"On December 1981, 12, Rebbie Brick, a 22-year-old Caucasian woman, was found in bed at seven o'clock in the morning, not breathing, and died of natural causes."

……

The first six deceased were all determined to have died of natural causes by the hospital. After basic examination confirmed that there were no external injuries, no further dissection, autopsy, or laboratory tests were conducted.

But after that, the seventh man with a small mole on his forehead and a hooked nose appeared. The hospital obviously noticed something was wrong and conducted a detailed autopsy and left a corresponding autopsy report.

Name: Sel Dance

Address: 03565 Cary Street, Ganano Township, Ontario 36

Age: 59 Gender: Male Race: Caucasian

Admission time: December 81, 12, eight o'clock in the morning.

assay:

Tuberculosis skin test: negative

Diabetes: negative

Bone marrow sampling: negative

Chest X-ray: negative.

Number of red blood cells: 30% hemoglobin.

Cause of death diagnosis: severe anemia, shock and death.

……

"Well, severe anemia, shock death?" Dean raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized that the investigation progress had jumped from zero to ten percent.

This is an important clue.

"Doctor Crick, there aren't any wounds on Sel Dance?"

The doctor took the examination report and read it several times. "There were only small wounds left when the fall occurred, but there was no major bleeding."

"Has he had a physical examination at the hospital before?"

"Have."

The doctor rummaged through a file again, which contained Sayer's annual physical examination report.

The report shows that Purcell had a routine physical examination one month before his death and did not have any chronic diseases, not even mild anemia. He was healthier than many young people who like to stay up late, smoke grass and drink alcohol.

But the cause of death one month later was anemia and shock.

"This is completely unreasonable." Sean's eyes slowly opened. "How could a person suddenly suffer from severe anemia in a month? There would be no development and worsening process?"

There was a flash of memory in the doctor's eyes, "We didn't find any causative factors at that time, so we could only rule it as death from disease."

……

Dean and Sean exchanged a look and continued to scroll back.

After the seventh death, Sel Dance, he moved from eighth place to the final thirty-sixth place.

The event progress slowly jumped to 15%.

The deceased were all over 55 years old, and the death interval was relatively even. Basically, one died every two days, and sometimes multiple died in one day. Some of the deceased suffered from chronic diseases and had medical records in the hospital, but some had no physical problems.

The few things they have in common are that they are old, they all live in the town of Ganano, they know each other, and there are no signs or abnormal behavior before death.

Because of this obviously abnormal frequency of deaths, the hospital and the townspeople worried that it was some kind of infectious disease, so they conducted autopsies on all subsequent deaths.

Then something strange happened. The autopsy report showed that they all died of natural causes in their sleep.

"This is different from what I expected." Dean's face was clouded. According to his analysis, there was no autopsy for the first six, so the cause of death was uncertain.

The causes of death of the latter group of people should be similar to those of the seventh deceased. For example, they were all severely anemic. This would prove that the murderer of them was the same, or that it was the same evil force that destroyed them.

But the results are completely unrelated. What's going on?

"Man, are we focusing on the wrong thing?" Sean asked, "The seventh anemic deceased, Sel Dance, and today's Duane Andre, who fell to death, are not the same as the other deceased. Relationships. Should we pay more attention to natural deaths in sleep, some kind of devil taking them away in their sleep?”

Dean shook his head decisively. The cause of death "severe anemia" can change the system's progress, so it must be the focus of the investigation.

"Natural death in sleep" does not significantly affect the progress and is not an important clue.

However, the former is just an isolated case, while the latter accounts for the majority.

There is a serious contradiction between facts and logic.

As always, Dean chose to believe in the system. The system would not make mistakes, so what was wrong was——

He glanced at the series of reports spread out on his desk and asked the doctor, "Who is responsible for the autopsies of these deceased people?"

"Momir Dane from the laboratory department. He usually comes to work at nine o'clock in the morning and has to wait for a while."

Dean nodded, "Dr. Creek, you can leave and get back to work."

The doctor looked at the pair of star-like eye holes in front of him and felt that the mysterious power inside had cleansed him from the inside out. He straightened the dark circles under his eyes, nodded, and turned around to leave.

"Man, can your hypnosis make people do anything?" Sean said with envy and awe.

"Don't go too far, just ask some questions." Dean led Sean to the bathroom.

"What to do next, do you have an idea?"

"There may be something wrong with Coroner Momir Dane. We can't completely believe the conclusion he gave." Dean snapped his fingers lightly, using his telekinesis to bypass the monitoring equipment from a distance of hundreds of meters, without anyone noticing. The ground pulled out a test tube of blood from the body of Duane Andre, who had just fallen to death this morning, and flew it back to Dean.

Dean reached for the test tube and poured a drop of blood into his mouth.

Activate licking memory.

(End of this chapter)