Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 356 346.Calgary, Christine

After the Disease Box is upgraded to level 2, the upgrade efficiency will be much reduced.

It was unlikely to improve again within a month, so Dean no longer deliberately searched for new diseases. He just stopped to take a breath every time he passed a hospital on his way to the northwest.

Although he disguised himself and sneaked in every move, being extremely secretive and leaving no trace, his frequent attacks still had a huge impact.

"Miracle!"

“Along the Winnipeg Central Hospital to the western province of Saskatchewan, in just one week, there were a total of ten hospitals, and 572 people who suffered from illness regained their health, including those in various fields of medicine. Late-stage cancers that were sentenced to death were all cured instantly. Some patients described the image of God as a doctor compassionately touching their bodies and eliminating their pain."

Monica read a newspaper in her heavenly voice,

"Some people who are seriously ill have begun to gather at Wascana Central Hospital and other hospitals in the west, looking for hope of recovery and waiting for God's blessing."

Monica's red lips curled up slightly as she looked at Dean beside her.

"Mr. Kenny, how does it feel to be God?"

Dean shook his head casually and smiled. After setting out on the road, the two vampires strictly abided by her requirements every time they hunted, and obediently cooperated with all his experiments. They were honest and obedient like good students, so he did not respond coldly, " Not bad, I seem to be able to share their joy of rebirth.”

"I used to think that Madonnas like Batman only existed in comics, but I didn't expect that they really exist." Peter gave a thumbs up to Dean with slight admiration. "Think about it, being cured of a terminal illness is more valuable than winning a million dollars in the lottery. It’s precious. If I had this kind of ability, I would definitely not be so selfless. I would charge a small fee. With just a little, I could earn enough money for a lifetime after working for a year, and then travel around the world.”

"I will reduce the frequency of treatments." Dean nodded while looking at the reversing road outside the window, "By the way, how are you honing your Serent Runes? Do you feel any side effects?"

Dean admired the charming female vampire's coquettish style, rubbed his chin, and couldn't help but joked for the first time, "Monica, if I remember correctly, according to human age, you are already seventy years old this year. At an advanced age, let alone mother, I can be considered a grandmother."

"You talk a lot," Peter grinned provocatively, showing two fangs, "If you have the skills, practice it tonight and see who is the boss."

Sean, Monica, and Peter are all level three, with comparable speed, strength, and self-healing abilities. Sean has been trained hard by Dean for a period of time and has outstanding fighting skills. He can still have a slight upper hand one on one, but if faced alone, Peter and Monica, the two vampires, were caught every time with wounds all over their bodies and defeated in embarrassment.

During this period, there will be a battle between the snake-wolf monster and the two vampires every night.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Monica felt the other party's softening attitude, knowing that she and Peter's hard work had finally been recognized by the other party, a smile flashed in her jewel-like eyes, "According to my own method, I just Less than thirty years old, she is in the most beautiful stage of a woman.”

Peter smiled nonchalantly, "Then they have to catch me first!"

This city is one of the most prosperous cities in Alberta and even Canada, covering an area of ​​more than 700 square kilometers, with the magnificent snow-capped mountains that remain unchanged all year round as the city background.

"Forty-five percent, your last fight with Tsepesh had me sucked."

"With Monica and Peter as my training subjects, I am getting more and more skilled. I can already seal the Lord of the Flies mark for a long time, and even seal their souls. Apart from praying to Pride every day, there are no side effects." Sean patted The steering wheel turned to the two vampires, "By the way, if you two dare to kill anyone again, I will seal your brains."

"What mom?" Monica interrupted them with a slight frown on her eyebrows. She stroked her egg-smooth and radiant face with her hands, straightened her plump breasts under her tight sweater and said, "Am I that old?"

And Dean was standing outside the car,

"Shallow, how condensed are your skills now?"

"Then you're just waiting to be arrested by a scientific research institution and locked up in a small dark room to be raised as a canary." The driver, Sean, looked at the excited boy in the rearview mirror and poured a bucket of cold water on him, "From now on, you'll be there day and night." Treating wealthy people and government officials.”

……

"If you have the guts, don't bring your 'mom' with you." Sean's eyes turned vertical, and he raised his fist and waved, "Let's fight in a one-on-one fight. I won't beat you to pieces."

In February, blown by the warm wind from the Rocky Mountains, the temperature here is milder and more pleasant than in other areas. High-rise buildings and small villa areas rise and fall along the green river bank. There is a smooth and wide road that was just built last year. The urban light rail line has great scenery.

Sean continued, "Speaking of which, Kenny, why don't you keep a low profile next time?"

Sean smiled and said nothing.

As the car entered the city, Monica and Peter wrapped themselves in professional anti-UV sun protection clothing and followed Sean into the nearest Walmart.

Amidst the heated discussion in the car, the car quietly drove into the eastern part of Calgary, Alberta.

"Then you heard his last words, right? What did you think after thinking about them for so many days?"

"What he described is the law of inhibition and the law of convergence." Qiantan said, "But let me tell you, you don't need to think too much about yourself. You haven't reached the realm of gods yet, let alone worry about the existence above gods. Go first Let Midian settle the cause and effect."

"Okay, you have a point."

……

Dean inadvertently looked up. On the street opposite the supermarket, under the morning light, a sweet girl with slightly curly brown hair, wearing a jacket and jeans walked slowly under the lush maple trees with her arms around an old woman with a rosy face.

"Grandma, how are you feeling these days? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"It feels great, Christine. The cancer has completely left me. I have no problem living for another ten years." The old woman looked at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon and said, "If I could see with my own eyes the one who created the miracle, I will certainly thank him for his kindness, sir.”

Christine.

Dean's eyes across from him suddenly became clear. Isn't this the granddaughter who was guarding her grandmother in the Oncology Department of Winnipeg Hospital?

The last time he saw this girl, he only felt that the girl was immune to his telekinesis, implying that her willpower and mental attributes were not low. However, among the billions of people in the world, it was not surprising that there were more than a few gifted ones, so he didn't take it to heart.

But this time when they met again in Calgary, his omen expertise was triggered, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart - there was a mysterious aura about Christine, and her future destiny might be intertwined with his own.

Dean followed his instinct and stopped outside the roadside mobile store and continued to monitor the sound.

"Didn't the reporter who came to interview you say that person was the incarnation of God?" Christine recalled the scene at that time, with curiosity, gratitude and a trace of regret remaining in her eyes. "Maybe he saw that you were a devout believer, so he gave you Give you a chance for a new life."

"My poor daughter, why didn't your mother have such good luck and survive encountering this God?" The old woman sighed in a low voice and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be sad, grandma, mom is living a good life in heaven."

"I hope so. By the way, have you gone back to the old house in the West District to see your father and uncle?"

"Dad is here, but Uncle Frank is missing. The apples and cakes in the kitchen are all rotten and infested with maggots. I don't know where he went."

"Frank Cotton." A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in the old woman's eyes. "In my impression, he has a playboy face. His personality is not as honest and cowardly as your father's. He is a very restless man who frequently changes his girlfriend. He loves Collecting mystical things and going on adventures everywhere... maybe I went to Africa or some dangerous place again to find excitement, and I probably won't be back in the short term."

Kristine nodded, with a trace of hesitation and hesitation in her big eyes, "Dad felt the same way, so he moved Julia into the old house and said he would leave a room for me. Do you think I should move in?"

The old woman joked, "Are you willing to watch that gloomy and cold stepmother yelling at your father all day long?" "Forget it," Christine shook her head decisively, obviously not satisfied with her stepmother, "The North District is full of companies. It’s easier to find a job in a factory and I want to rent a house there, but I’m worried that my father won’t agree.”

"Then just tell him what I said. He doesn't need to worry about the rent. I'll pay it for you."

"Grandma, you're so kind!" Kristen was moved and excited and kissed the old man's face several times. Then the smile on her lips froze, and her heart palpitated - there was a pair of magical eyes behind her.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at the street across the road. There was no one there except a Citroën.

……

Dean, who returned to the car, decided to continue observing Christine to find the source of that feeling, so when Sean and the other two returned from shopping, they directly explained,

"I have some things to do in the West End and I can't leave Calgary today."

Sean loaded a box of bloody steaks into the trunk and asked, "Do you need help?"

Peter and Monica, who were stuffing cans of crimson watermelon juice, also looked over with bright eyes, eager to give it a try, "If you have any instructions, just ask. We promise to complete it beautifully."

"We don't need you for the time being, just move around freely." Dean glanced at the three people's faces, "But remember the principle, don't cause trouble, don't hurt innocent people."

"Jesel!" Peter closed his legs and saluted Dean. After watching him leave, he and Monica sat in the back seat of the Citroën. The two cats leaned against each other and glanced at their wrists. The watch said, "It's ten o'clock in the morning. It's bedtime. Sean, you should also take a nap and let's move together in the evening."

"What action?"

"Your understanding of human nature is not deep enough." Monica said meaningfully, "According to my decades of experience, there are often wonderful dramas in such big cities. We will take you to see them in the evening."

"Then I'll wait and see."

……

On the other side, after Dean said goodbye to his three companions, he closed his eyes and recalled Christine's pretty face, searching the dark areas of his mind. Then he rushed to Calgary's beautiful West End, close to the mountains, and soon arrived at a yellow building. Near the old three-story villa on the gable top.

He quietly flew into a lush pine tree, took out star arrows and carved runes, and watched from the perspective of God.

The interior of the house was large and empty except for some aged furniture. Near the main entrance on the first floor, two porters were carrying mattresses along the stairs to the second floor.

Kristen rushed towards a well-proportioned, elegant-looking middle-aged man wearing a shirt and trousers across the hall like a happy bird, "Hi, Larry."

"Sweetheart, you came just in time," the man hugged him hard, "I just bought some comfortable mattresses and furniture to move to the bedroom on the third floor. Are you here to pick a room and live in it later?"

"Well... I discussed this with my grandma, and she gave me a better suggestion. We'll talk about it later." The girl looked around and hesitantly changed the subject, "Where is Julia?"

"She is resting in the utility room on the second floor. Can you be gentle with her?" Mentioning Julia, a hint of tenderness flashed in Larry's eyes, and he held his daughter's hand imploringly, "She is exhausted from moving, and her body is A little uncomfortable."

"It's surprising that she gets sick," Christine said sarcastically.

"Christine?"

"Okay, I'll be polite." The girl stuck out her tongue playfully, "I'll go to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee first."

……

Larry looked at Christine jumping up and down, and smiled helplessly and fondly,

The porter looked at the girl's energetic back with a hint of amazement in his eyes, "Is this your daughter? She's so beautiful."

"Well, she is as beautiful as her mother. Unfortunately, her mother has passed away."

Larry said calmly, hugged the other end of the erected mattress, and cooperated with the workers to move it upstairs.

But when the mattress was moved to the middle corner, Larry suddenly felt a sting, so strong that he couldn't help but scream. When he came to his senses, he found that the back of his right hand and the tiger's mouth were cut open by the iron nails on the stair railing. There was a deep and long gap, and blood poured out like a fountain.

"God, sir, is there a medical kit in the house?" two porters suggested,

"No." Larry shook his head, covered his wound, staggered up to the second floor, and shouted loudly, his tone was like a wounded boy acting coquettishly to his lover, "Julia, help me take a look."

He pushed open the door on the second floor and entered a dark and empty room.

In the center of the cold room, a woman who was staring blankly at a photo of a handsome man was startled by the voice. She nervously put away the photo, went over to hold Larry's bloody hand, and said,

"Honey, what happened? Why did your hand get hurt?"

This woman is about forty years old. She has unique curly hair with long bangs. She wears light black eye shadow. She wears a women's suit and a white shirt. She has a plump and charming figure. Although she looks very ordinary, she has the gentle temperament of a mature woman. .

Intoxicating.

Larry sunk in deeply and completely forgot about his dead wife. He only saw her in his eyes. He said half-coquettishly, "I was injured by a nail and bled a lot...I feel so dizzy. I want to vomit it out." ”

Tick ​​tick tick, the blood dripped onto the dark wooden floor of the room, soaking out a bright red.

"It's okay. I'll bandage it for you first. I'll send you to the hospital later for a few stitches." Julie pulled out a white handkerchief from her shirt pocket and pressed it against his hideous wound. The blood surged even more violently. It shot out and fell to the floor in a pool of blood.

The two of them did not lower their heads, nor did they see the horrifying scene.

The wooden floor was like a shriveled sponge, soaking up every drop of blood dripping from Larry's wound.

at the same time.

Dean, who was hiding in the branches outside the villa, had a serious look on his face. He further focused on the dark room on the second floor and suddenly discovered that under the blood, in the narrow gap between the wooden floor and the concrete floor, a round table seemed to have been washed with water. The thick black dust and soil were removed, revealing the exquisite original appearance - on the log-colored tabletop, blood circled in the grooves, outlining a five-pointed star pattern that occupied the entire table, and several circles around it, which looked like Both mysterious and evil.

Dean felt an unusual sense of familiarity.

"Isn't this a séance used to summon cursers? Why does it appear in this house?"

The next scene made Dean quietly stop breathing.

(End of this chapter)