Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 348 338. Coming quietly at night

The darkness was as gentle as white feathers all over his body, taking him away from the solid ground and flying to heaven.

In the joy that filled his body and soul, he heard the slight sound of liquid flowing and ticking...

Then a high, satisfied, sinful laugh...

……

Well.

In the office, Dean opened his eyes, waking up from the memory of licking, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.

"Impaired memory."

He has never encountered such a situation. The memory contained in the blood of Pastor Duane Andre, who just died this morning, seems to have been drained by something, leaving only this last hazy but profound feeling. Tell Dean——

The priest was attacked by something in his sleep last night.

The thing that attacked him could make a laugh similar to that of a human, and it should be a human-like being, or a being with human intelligence.

Finished explaining.

Children and relatives are not around.

Dean nodded and left the shallows in his pants pocket in the office to accompany Sean.

"There are several situations."

Some townspeople appeared on the street. Most of them were old men with wrinkled skin and sloppy clothes. They were sitting on chairs in front of the messy lawn that had not been taken care of for a long time, smoking cigarettes and basking in the rare sunshine in winter with expressionless faces. There was numbness and pain in the cloudy eyes, as well as a hidden despair.

"Can the laboratory conduct comprehensive tests on blood?" Dean handed the tube of samples to the doctor, who stroked his middle-parted blond hair and nodded with a smile.

Then every room echoed with the call.

The next second, he appeared in Hawkins Laboratory and found another doctor also named Sean.

"Now let's confirm whether they are dead or not."

Dean quickly found a crooked tombstone on the west side, lifted it up, and wiped off the snow on the writing:

"The archive records that Purcell died in the bedroom on the second floor, but there was no response when calling his soul here."

Dean wandered back to the hospital in the small town of Ganano. He went out and walked along the west side of the empty street, following the death addresses recorded in the deceased's file, passing some abandoned shops and small yards overgrown with weeds...

They can only live alone in these empty houses, as if they are about to decay with the depletion of the town.

The attacker seemed to have made a mistake, so this time he failed to kill people in their sleep like so many times before. Instead, he woke up weakly and fell down to death.

……

"It can be said to be a coincidence that everyone is like this, which is enough to prove that these deceased people have suffered some kind of special treatment."

"The other person did not die. The house was not the place where he died. His soul was devoured and destroyed, and the soul returned to a special place."

……

"Wait a moment, the results will be available before noon."

"OK, snakes and wolves are both good hunters, just leave it to me." Sean patted his chest and assured.

Sel Dance

December 1922, 10

The squawking crows preen their feathers on the bare maple trees, and tombstones stand in the white snow, like guards standing silently at the docks of the River Styx.

The power of telekinesis opened the door from the inside, and Dean flew straight into the bedroom on the second floor. The furniture in the room was covered with thick cloth and covered with dust. There was no one in the room, and no abnormality was detected from God's perspective.

Then he took the tube of Andre's blood sample, opened the space node in front of him, and jumped in.

A two-story villa with a red gable roof emerged from the tall and lush cedar trees.

"How, what did you find?" Sean asked,

The event progress jumped to twenty percent.

“Hawkins Labs has one of the most advanced bioassay facilities in the world and you won’t be disappointed.”

"Help me test the total number of red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets... various viral and bacterial infections... especially the total number of red blood cells and hemoglobin content to see if there are any symptoms of anemia."

After 90% of the old people died, their families moved away, leaving only a lifeless abandoned house. Dean's psychic rituals in these houses all ended in failure without exception.

The event progress jumped to 25%.

Dean was thoughtful and speeded up to No. 36 Cary Street, the seventh person who died of anemia in the file, the house of Sel Dance.

"We have some clues." Dean looked at the clock on the wall. It was only eight o'clock in the morning. "I'll go out first. After the coroner arrives at nine o'clock, you can quietly monitor him so as not to be discovered."

He took out the divination suit that had not been used for a long time in the space, and called out in the dark hall with a soft voice.

But there was no response.

"Friends gather together, sincere hearts, souls are close, I call you, Sel Dance..."

Dean leaned toward the third guess.

Dean stood in the middle of the empty hall and took out the deceased's file again to confirm.

Dean walked alone to the south of the depressed town.

A cemetery surrounded by a rusty iron fence.

In order to verify, he successively sneaked into the homes of all the deceased on the death list.

December 1981, 12

the angel of death who protects them

Bronze lamp in front of golden door

Have brought them into the black water

God allowed him to lie still.

……

Dean looked around to make sure there was no one near the cemetery, and flicked his right index finger.

The snow on the tomb was rustling with a big handful of soil, like a curtain being pulled open, parting to both sides with an invisible force, revealing the black coffin inside, and the lid of the coffin flew up.

An old man lay quietly inside. Because it was a severe winter after he was buried, the local climate was very cold, so there was no scary image like a giant view.

His exposed neck and face were covered with a network of corrupt veins, and the small mole on his forehead and aquiline nose were clearly identifiable... He was none other than Sel Dance.

The corpse is still there, but under the perspective of life, the light of life disappears, and death is inevitable, with no obvious internal or external wounds.

Without any movement from Dean, a drop of solidified blood automatically flew out of Seer's body and flew into his mouth.

Dean closed his eyes to lick the memory, then opened them again.

"Poorer than Duane Andre's blood, no memory, a blank."

According to Dean's experience, even a month after death, there should be at least a few remaining fragments of the past left behind. The current situation is obviously abnormal.

……

He waved his hand.

The coffin was closed, and soil, ice, and snow were poured over it again as if attracted by a magnet until it was smooth.

Grave restoration.

Dean walked to the grave of another deceased person, opened the coffin in the same way, examined the body through life perspective, and licked the memory.

As expected, the blood of all the deceased, including those just buried this morning, did not contain any memory, as if the qualities of their past lives had been taken away from their blood.

The event progress jumped to 27 percent.

……

In the middle of a desolate cemetery in a world of ice and snow. Dean's brain was running at high speed and he came to some conclusions.

"In the past two months, the dead in Ganano Town have really died."

"They also have blood problems and no memory."

"One of them, Sel Dance, had symptoms of severe anemia, which may explain the cause of the blood abnormality."

However, judging from the clues collected, anemia is only an individual phenomenon and is not universal.

In order to support his inference, Dean first had to deny the more than twenty autopsy reports of "natural death". He glanced at his watch. At 4:30 in the afternoon, the sun had begun to set in the west.

"The results are almost there."

He opened the node in front of him, returned to Hawkins to get the blood test report, and then entered Ganano Town Hospital, found Sean who was guarding the dark corner of the corridor on the first floor, and patted him on the shoulder gently.

"Has Mormir Dayne finished examining the body?"

"Man, can you stop being so mysterious and scaring people?" Sean was so frightened that fine snake scales appeared on his face. Then he had no choice but to retract the scales, looked at the opposite laboratory and nodded, "The examination is over. He's writing a report."

"Is there anything unusual?" Dean turned his attention to the basement morgue. In the blinding white light, Pastor Andre's body on the stainless steel morgue had dense stitching marks, as neat as a zipper.

In the laboratory opposite, an old man in his sixties, with ravines on his face like mud cracked by the scorching sun and a straight back, looking very tough and decent, was standing among a pile of testing equipment and test tube microscopes, filling out a report .

He checked "accidental death" among "natural death", homicide, accidental death, suicide, pending investigation, and undetermined. The cause of death was severe craniocerebral injury caused by a fall.

"I don't see any problems." There was a trace of admiration in Sean's eyes. "This guy checked Pastor Andre's head, face, neck, back, top to bottom, outside and inside. The ribs and skull were opened.”

"He also did the blood tests?"

"Yes." Sean nodded, "I heard that Coroner Dane is responsible for autopsies in several towns. He is very experienced and very professional."

Dean continued to peer at the coroner from his perspective. Many of the blood tests included in his report were negative, and there were no symptoms of blood loss or anemia. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips.

"Professional. It's quite professional to cheat."

"What do you mean?"

"His report is wrong." Dean took out another blood test report from Hawkins Laboratory and handed it to Sean, who glanced at the pile of tests and focused on the last one. Key red blood cell count: Hemoglobin 45 percent.

Probable diagnosis: deleterious anemia, primary or secondary.

It was slightly better than the severe anemia of the seventh deceased, Sel Dance, but it was still anemic enough to make an old man fall weakly while climbing stairs.

Sean stared blankly at the report and then at Dean, and immediately chose to believe his companion.

“Why did Forensic Dane falsify this report of Pastor Andre?”

"Forged one?" Dean shook his head, with a glint in his eyes. "There was more than one. Dozens of reports since Sel Dance were all forged by him. He deliberately concealed the truth about anemia and made it appear natural. Death, so as not to attract the attention and panic of the townspeople and police.”

Now, Dean is basically certain of his inference.

The real cause of death of all the deceased in the town of Ganano in the past two months was "anemia", not any natural death - something evil attacked them after they fell asleep at night, causing anemia in the deceased and bringing them with them. Gone are the memories in their blood and their precious souls.

The event progress jumped to 40%.

Another flash of light flashed through Dean's mind, a sentence that a friend once said to him - "Blood is the carrier of the soul. When we suck blood, we are also sucking soul and life."

"Forging so many autopsy reports...hiding the horrific murder." Sean interrupted his thoughts, gritted his teeth, and his pupils suddenly turned into cold vertical pupils, "So Momir Dane is the murderer?"

"He is not necessarily the murderer." Dean looked at the coroner through the crack of the door. The light of life was weaker than that of a healthy adult, and it did not give Dean any sense of threat. It was not like he could silently kill thirty-year-olds. Several old people killed people who had become anemic. "They may also be accomplices."

Sean suggested, "How about you hypnotize this guy and find out the truth."

Dean's pupils shrank to a slit, like a hawk staring at its prey. An intuition burst out in his heart as uncontrollably as a sneeze. Hypnosis or controlling the forensic doctor would lead to unpredictable consequences, "Hypnosis is useless, we are following." Him, look what tricks he is playing."

Dean contacted Shoal mentally and said, "Call your 'rat and bird friends' to monitor the town. The attackers may launch a new round of attacks tonight. Please notify me immediately."

"Obey my master." The badge flew out of the window.

……

For a moment, Dean led Sean to follow forensic doctor Momir Dane from a distance, watched him hand the report to the doctor, sighed with regret, and then turned and walked out the door.

It gets dark very early in winter, but at around five o'clock, the sun has already begun to set, and a layer of light black twilight spreads across the earth.

Momir drove a few kilometers north and entered another two-story villa on the outskirts of the town of Ganano.

He didn't even notice a lightning-like black line streaking across the sky behind him.

Dean, who was flying with telekinesis, took Sean to land under a pine tree behind the villa. He used a telekinesis shield to isolate the sound and smell, and scanned the house from his God's perspective.

Momir walked directly to the second floor, took out a thick photo album from the closet in the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through the pages.

A large number of old and yellowed photos were revealed, which seemed to be 20 or 30 years old, recording a group photo of men wearing thick blue cotton-padded jackets and mining lamp helmets.

The miners had powerful smiles on their lips, and their young faces were covered with thick and dark dust, but Dean could still easily identify that many of their faces were very similar to those of the recent deceased in Ganano Town, and they should be younger versions.

Among them was Momir Dayne.

The forensic doctor seemed to have been colleagues with the deceased when he was young. They all worked in the Ganano Mine, which was not exhausted. Judging from the photos, they still had a very good relationship.

The event progress jumped to 45 percent.

Dean couldn't understand even more, why would Momier hurt these old guys?

Sean couldn't help but interrupt him, "Man, are we just going to hide here and not go in and take a look?"

"I can observe it, don't talk and be patient."

"Ok."

In the bedroom, Dane looked at the photos and tapped the photo of Pastor Duane Andre who just died this morning, but it was a younger version.

"Sorry, old man, I was supposed to let you go more peacefully, without any pain or accidents, but something unexpected happened, and I will help you find out."

After apologizing, he began to mutter some strange prayers, his voice filled with a suppressed expectation.

“Our Lord in the kingdom sanctifies the name.”

“On earth as it is in heaven, give us the pain of today and bear fruits of tomorrow.”

"Oh Lord of Flies!"

"You preside over death and resurrection, giving sleep to the dead and eternal peace to my dead brothers."

"I specially selected a sacrifice for you, and now I present to you rotten meat and stinky meat..."

What is the Lord of Flies?

Dean's eyelids twitched as he noticed that the event progress had jumped to fifty percent.

Momir continued to pray, his old face pious as a priest of God,

……

Amid Momir's emotional chanting, the sun gradually fell completely.

Thick darkness shrouded the entire villa, and the wind howled from the sparse trees and hillsides.

Dean's eyelids suddenly twitched and he gave Sean next to him a stern look that was absolutely silent.

Something silently floated through the night sky, entered the range of God's perspective, and flew outside the window on the second floor of the villa. There was obviously no protruding part outside that was enough to stand and support, but it was just suspended outside the window. Hanging like a big bat.

Dane's prayer suddenly stopped and he looked out the window excitedly.

In the dark, terrifying silence, there was a young and handsome boy.

The skin is as pale as a dead man, the eyes are bulging scarlet with an animal light, the lips are a liquid-like crimson, and the forehead is pale and flawless,

His mouth was open, with a dark silhouette, revealing two elegant long and sharp canine teeth.

bang bang.

His little hands with awl-like nails knocked on the window twice.

"Momir Dayne, open the window and let me in."

In this sweet and evil command.

Momir knelt on the ground with red cheeks, and spoke tremblingly, "Come in, messenger."

(End of this chapter)