Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 366 356. Black Realm Teleport, Aaron Boone
Christine Cotton, the power of our Lord is not limited to earth or hell.

With devout faith and silent recitation of His name, we can reshape the order of suffering and become omnipotent.

omnipotent!

"Well..." Christine shook her head violently, and the pen in her hand fell onto the desk covered with the "torture column" runes, while the pale figure with a head full of nails remained between her retinas.

"What's wrong, Christine..." Dean on the roof noticed the movement and immediately climbed through the window and entered the bedroom.

"I met High Priest Nailhead when I was practicing runes," Christine described the dream with a puzzled face. "He said some strange words to me, as if he was trying to induce me..."

Dean muttered, "If you feel uncomfortable or in danger, stop the experiment."

Kristine yawned after hearing this, held her chin up and looked at the sky outside the window. It was already late at night, and the stars and moon were almost asleep. "I'm not that fragile. I want to try for a few more days. By the way." , why did you climb in from the window, were you on the roof just now?"

Dean nodded calmly. After watching the stars for a few hours just now, he finally recorded the second star rune. Most of the details of the rune and armor should be fully memorized after tomorrow night.

According to the information currently known, it is not an offensive rune such as runes and arrows, but is more auxiliary and defensive. It can build a starlight force field to increase the protective power of armor, improve the toughness of weapons, and is no longer a one-time consumption. Products, after being engraved, can exist permanently until the carrier is completely scrapped.

He closed his eyes and activated the black field in his mind, and the soul projection radiated brilliant colors like an aurora. He traced a faint white line in the black field and ran to an office. Sitting in front of the desk was a fair and handsome male doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses. .

"Target locked."

"The targets are scattered in six locations: hospitals, schools, clinics..." Sean shook his head. "It's a waste of time for you to go alone. I'll accompany you."

The sound of flipping through books.

The daylight was getting brighter, and before ten o'clock in the morning, everyone dug out some files of characters that matched the button-eyed body shape of the serial killer. The progress of "Nightmare in East End" jumped to 35%.

Dean felt at ease.

While thinking about it, suddenly there was a plop, and three black figures like Santa Claus carrying huge bags flashed out of the window and jumped into the bedroom.

"I can do it in a few hours, but it's inconvenient to bring you with me." Dean made arrangements without explanation, put away the information, and took out the first copy, "Sifevo Kaplan, Director of Petroche Medical Center Doctor…”

After hearing this, the two vampires sat down in the corner, covered their heads with blankets and fell asleep soundlessly.
"As for Sean and Christine, continue to look through the information. I will first confirm the suspects of the identified targets."

"This is the spiritual imprint."

Wow…

It is worth mentioning that Dean had tried to teach Lena, Jane and other companions to draw star runes in the past, but they did not have the skills of the phantom snake "Star Sea", and they could not copy the complete runes after tracing them, just like No matter how hard ordinary people try, they cannot paint the charm of a master-level painting.

The bag was opened, and thousands of folders rolled down to the ground like a wave, covering the entire floor. Sean clapped his hands, "The files of people with medical backgrounds in Calgary that we can find are here."

"Then why are you still standing there?" Dean made a casual move, and a document was suspended in the air and disintegrated into dozens of pages of personal information sheets recording mugshots and addresses, "Hurry and look for it together!"

Dean looked at Monica and Peter, whose eyes were red and looked sleepy, "The sun is coming out, you guys should have a good rest first."

"Should I help too?" Christine raised her hand expectantly.

Before Dean's past mental and will points reached 25 points, the black area in his mind could only be used to search and observe targets, without any substantial contact or communication.

The soul projection released its spiritual power into the space behind the white coat, and gradually condensed into a rotating, pale golden dot.

After the spiritual will reaches 25 points, the black domain can not only search for the target remotely, but also talk to the target, make physical contact, and even attack and assassinate.

Dean still had to do the hard work of carving star runes by himself.

……

Now the spirit has exceeded 30 points, the will is 29.1, and the black domain has also been upgraded along with the God's perspective. Dean can already lock the target position through the black domain → mark the soul projection → the body activates the skill to teleport there.

Forming a combined superpower of "black field of mind + skill", referred to as "black field teleportation."

It also means that Dean only needs to know part of the target's appearance and identity information to be able to teleport to the target thousands of miles away, instead of having to use space positioning beads made of bones to locate the target in advance as before.

However, this combined superpower also has flaws and limitations. It cannot leave its mark in other worlds such as Leviathan Hell and Midian, or places blocked by mysterious forces, and it cannot be teleported instantly.

In addition, it consumes a lot of money, and even when Dean reached level 6, he couldn't use it several times in a row.

……

When the mental imprint is stable.

Dean opened a space node in front of him with his right hand and stepped across it.

Wander...through the void.

He fell silently behind a doctor who was looking through cases in an office.

The realm of death! A black light flashed in Dean's pupils, and the area attached to level 6 shooting opened up.

The doctor closed his eyes and fell forward on the seat, feeling weak all over. He was as unconscious as a vegetative state.

Dean wiped a drop of blood from his neck with his index finger and started licking the memory... His eyes turned, a little disappointed at first, and soon became weird.

With the upgraded mimicking skills, the licking memory attached to the simulated snake demon has been enhanced. He can obtain more and more detailed memories from the blood, and can reveal almost all the secrets hidden by a person for most of his life.

"Dr. Sifevo Kaplan has excellent medical skills, is extremely patient with patients, and has a good reputation. He is not a serial killer in the East Area...but in fact he is a playboy. He has a beautiful wife at home, and he is still unsatisfied with more than a dozen people in the department. All the nurses have one leg..."

"Are all doctors and nurses so romantic?"

Dean was not interested in criticizing this guy's moral level. He turned around and left the office, maintaining the dead silence area and searching along every ward.

The domain covers a radius of half a kilometer, easily covering the entire hospital building, and with the upgrade, it also reaches a God's perspective of half a kilometer.

Dean only needs to lock in his mind, and the medical staff and patients will lose consciousness and fall asleep in an instant.

In this bustling and busy hospital with thousands of people, the place where Dean passed suddenly became as quiet as a cemetery.

Dean just checked the other two target doctors and ruled out suspicion.

Now that he was here, he couldn't leave empty-handed, so he checked all the hundreds of patients in the hospital.

In addition to common and minor diseases, he used the disease box to cure several terminally ill patients with "pancreatic cancer" and "leukemia". Of course, before curing, he used "licking memory" to confirm that the target was not a big evil person.

After visiting the entire medical center, he unknowingly learned about several rare diseases that he had never seen before, such as "Moebius Syndrome" and "Porphyria".

Box of Disease lv1(20→40/200).

“Next, it’s Brylim Alomar’s turn, PhD candidate at the Department of Medicine at the University of Calgary…”

Dean stood in the center of the empty building of the hospital and started the "Black Domain Teleportation" again.

……

The morning was busy until sunset.

Dean took over dozens of suspect files from Sean and Christine, went to hospitals and clinics everywhere, verified them, and absorbed a lot of diseases along the way. Box of Diseases lv1 (40→60/200 ).

Coming to a very bad conclusion.

Dean looked at Monica, who had just woken up from her slumber during the day and stretched to reveal her plump curves.
"Although some people engaged in promiscuous relations between men and women, and several doctors molested patients after anesthesia, they were not the murderers of the serial murders in the East District."

"So all targets have been eliminated as suspects," Monica randomly picked up a piece of information from the floor. "Is there any fish that slipped through the net?"

Sean's face turned ugly.

"Maybe I made a mistake in my judgment. The murderer didn't have any obvious medical background." Dean looked at everyone with some regret. After checking for a day, the progress of the incident was only 40%. "Now we can only adopt stupid methods, along the East District. The community search that has not yet been completed... Sean, go to Hongfeng Avenue."

"Peter and Monica go to the Crown District..."

"Kristen, come with me to go shopping in the old street..."

The group of people looked at each other and left the villa in three waves.

Dean and Kristen rode the dry and cold night wind to the empty and dark old street. Just as he ordered Qian Qian and his mouse friends to continue searching for the Button Eye Killer, they heard a rapid whistle coming from the road. He turned his head, A drunken and dazed man was wandering in the middle of the road like walking on cotton, while a large truck was approaching and was about to crush him into a meat pie.

With a flash of lightning, Dean rolled the man to sit next to the maple tree. He reached out and patted his reddish face. He looked carefully and saw that the man had thick and fluffy brown hair that spread over the back of his neck. , with a hint of wildness hidden in his rough features, tall figure, broad shoulders, holding up his black leather jacket, looking very stylish...dressed in a very 80s style.

The light of life is stronger than that of ordinary people, but within the normal range.

"Wake up sir?"

"Um...I, where am I?" The man trembled, his blurred eyes regained consciousness, and he quickly wiped the glistening cold sweat on his face,
Dean and Kristine looked at each other and smiled, "Have you forgotten? You were drunk and wandering around on the road just now, and you were almost hit by a car."

"Drinking? No, I never drink..." The man supported his body, then wrapped Dean's hand with his strong hand and shook it, "Anyway, brother, thank you for your help, I am Aaron ·Boone.”

"Mr. Boone, why don't I take you to the hospital for a check-up?" Christine next to her said out of kindness,
Boone shook his head, "No need, I just came back from the hospital. I took a little sedative, well, maybe I overdosed."

Dean walked around the hospital for most of the day, and after hearing this, he couldn't help but have a subtle intuition, "Your symptoms don't seem to be the effect of sedative drugs. Can I ask, which doctor did you see?"

Boon stared into Dean's swirling eyes, his expression was dazed for a moment, and then his pupils shrank as if being pricked by needles, and a strange panic flashed across his face, "Brother, this involves personal privacy, please forgive me. I can’t answer, well, it’s getting late, I have to go home quickly to be with my girlfriend, so as not to worry her.”

After saying that, Boone walked resolutely along the east side into the dark neighborhood.

"There seems to be something wrong with this guy. Could it be that he has taken too many drugs?" Christine looked at Boon's retreating back with glowing eyes.
"He did take too much of a certain drug and needs to be tested." Dean weighed an orange translucent plastic bottle filled with pills that he had just taken out of the man's pocket, "Let's follow him and take a look first."

(End of this chapter)