Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 367 357. Nightmare Turn
No. 260, Old Street, East District.

Next to the warm yellow firelight of the fireplace, a couple cuddled up intimately on the sofa.

The cute girl with permed curly hair and a little baby bump on her cheeks asked with concern,
"So you were at the doctor's all day and your condition was serious?"

Aaron Boone patted his girlfriend's plump thigh, stared at her big soft eyes, opened his mouth, but it seemed as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak, leaving only red eyes.
Upon seeing this, the latter just hugged her boyfriend's forehead and kissed him, "Dear, forget what we promised before, never to separate, no matter what difficulties we face together."

Boone sighed, "Lori, if...if I'm not around in the future, you will have to..."

The girl's sweet face turned white, "Stop! My dear, don't scare me. Going to see a psychiatrist won't reveal any terminal illness, right?"

"It's not a terminal illness, but it's more terrifying than that." Boone looked at the bay window next to the fireplace, completely unaware of the two figures lurking outside the bay window. "I will go to hell for the rest of my life to atone for my sins."

Lori asked, "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember the dream I told you?"

"It started more than two months ago?"

"I deserve death." Boone pushed his girlfriend away, as if he was worried that the evil in his body would harm her. "The doctor gave me a final notice today. I must surrender to the police station within 24 hours, otherwise he will call the police and arrest me." I."

"Jesus Christ!" Lori unconsciously hugged her boyfriend's arm. "The murders in the past two months all happened at night. Weren't we together at the time?"

Boone said bitterly, "I killed someone."

Boone said self-deprecatingly, "The doctor said that the monster and the cemetery were all imaginary in my mind. I subconsciously let it appear in my dreams, repeating it night after night, torturing my spirit."

"But the doctor is sure..." Boone closed his eyes and pressed his girlfriend's forehead, as if he was confessing to the Virgin Mary, "He hypnotized me into my inner world, and then discovered my ugly secret."

"I have 'Multiple Personality Syndrome'. The person who usually accompanies you and works with me is the positive me. But the other me is cruel, ruthless, and dark. It is hidden deep in my heart and will be revealed inadvertently." Fangs, start killing people——"

……

Listening to the noise of the two crying and crying.

"The doctor will prove my mental illness in court," Boone shook his head. "In that case, I will not be held criminally responsible and will only be sent to a mental hospital for compulsory treatment."

"Oh my God, haven't you heard of the bad reputation of that kind of place? Injected with experimental drugs that cause dementia, tied to the operating table and drilled into the brain, imprisoned in a narrow and dark morgue... This is more terrifying than death, I will never allow you to choose this path!" Lori gritted her teeth. "We will leave Calgary tonight and go to the United States, Mexico, a place where we can be alone, without jobs, police, mental illness, or homicides. Yes, If you change the environment, your illness will be cured."

The girl looked puzzled, "Torture yourself, why?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lori covered her boyfriend's mouth and denied it without hesitation, "Am I a blind man? I have been living under the same roof with a murderer disguised as a car mechanic for so many years. I have no idea. Affection?"

"Surrender? No, you can't do that." Lori grabbed Aaron's hands again, "Kill ten people, even if you surrender, you will be sentenced to life imprisonment."

More than two months ago, humanoid monster, cemetery?
Dean, who was lying outside the window eavesdropping like a gecko, couldn't help but his eyelids jumped when he heard these keywords, and then found that the progress of "Nightmare in East End" had jumped to 45%.

"I've calculated the time. On the nights when the three crimes occurred, you went to work the night shift, and we happened not to be together... I seem to have lost my memory myself, and I can't remember what I did at that time."

"Don't do this...don't leave me..."

"What's the mistake of being subjected to such horrific torture?"

"Because I made a mistake, I was punishing myself internally."

"Hiss... In the past two months, it came out three times and killed ten people from three families in the East District, including four poor children... Oh God..."

"Well, countless humanoid monsters were chasing me through a cemetery."

"I can't take risks..." Boon reached out and touched his girlfriend's red cheeks, drinking in her sight with his eyes. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself and hurt you and hurt more innocent people. I'm not a good person, but I don’t want to be a devil either.”

Dean, who was standing by the stucco exterior wall, took Kristine to the road in the distance. The girl's expression became extremely exciting. She rubbed her chin and spun around in a circle.
"So the serial killer we have been tracking for two days is not a medical worker at all, but a young car mechanic, a schizophrenic? But his height does not seem to match the buttonholes in the portrait, yes, he Higher than the murderer!”

Dean nodded in response to his companion's doubtful eyes, "You're right, I'm afraid this guy himself is kept in the dark... Well, wait a moment... I'm going to do something."

Dean casually opened the node in front of him, teleported back to Hawkins Laboratory, and took back the pills he had just handed to the doctor for expedited testing.

Then they contacted Sean and Monica, gathered outside No. 260 Old Street, East District, and explained the situation just now.

……

The room was quiet except for the sparks crackling in the fireplace and Lori's gentle breathing.

Tired from crying, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep, one hand still holding her boyfriend's hand tightly, worried that the other party would suddenly leave.

But Boone finally pulled out his hand cruelly, covered her with a blanket, kissed her forehead, and then tiptoed away, preparing to surrender to the police station, but he just arrived at the gate. "Bang, bang" several knocks on the door almost scared his heart out. He looked nervously through the peephole, hesitated for a second, and opened the door.

crunch--

"You two, I admit that you helped me once, but is it too much to follow me to my door all the time?"

Boon glanced at Dean and Christine dissatisfied, and then looked back at his girlfriend. It was strange that his girlfriend, who had always been a light sleeper, slept deeply this time.

"Don't get excited, buddy. You lost something when you left. Here." Dean took out the pills and a test report from his arms and handed them over.

"My tranquilizer, what is this report?" Boone took the report and subconsciously looked through it,

Dean ordered the pills, "Drug test report, this is not a sedative at all, but a new type of hallucinogen 'Nightmare Journey' studied in the laboratory. After taking it, it will make people dizzy and in a trance... Get into the state you were in before you were on the road.”

Boon's pupils shrank, "The doctor gave me hallucinogens, how is that possible? This report must be fake! How can you get the analysis report only a few hours after you picked up the pills?"

"The report is true, but the doctor's words are lies. You don't have multiple personality disorder." Dean took a step forward, his eyes like shining flints.

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about multiple personalities?" Boon realized and his face changed drastically. Why would this outsider know the secret in his heart? "I don't understand what you are saying!"

"There's no need to hide it. I have better hearing. I just listened to the conversation between you and your girlfriend word for word." Dean led the four companions to the threshold and closed the door. "But I can barely be considered a doctor. I am 100% sure that there is no evil personality inside you that is committing murder."

If Boone had a mental illness, the box of illness would have been triggered long ago during the previous encounter on the roadside.

Boon was startled for a moment, and shook his head with slightly red eyes, "No, you don't understand anything. I killed someone. I killed three families and ten people!"

"Our noses are very sensitive and can smell the smell of blood on people. As long as your hands have been stained with blood, the smell will still smell after a year." At this time, vampire Monica and Peter exchanged a look and looked at cloth En shook his index finger, as if looking at a boastful lunatic, "And you don't smell like killing. I can smell the innocent smell on you from a hundred yards away. You have never killed anyone."

"Am I innocent? Impossible, this is impossible..." Boone stumbled back and sat down on the sofa, covering his head and lowering his head.

He had clearly decided that he was the murderer. He was about to go to the police station to surrender, but five people jumped out halfway and told him that he was innocent.

It was literally a transition from hell to heaven.

The huge contrast made him unable to accept it for a moment, and he asked with trembling lips, "If I am not the murderer, then who is the murderer?"

Dean and his four companions approached him step by step like devils.
"Boone, use your brain and think about it carefully. Whoever uses hallucinogens to deceive you, numb your mind, and induce you to surrender, then he is the most suspect."

"Obviously this is a well-designed trap, a trap," Christine finally understood and looked at the man with pity. "Someone wants you to take the blame while he continues to be at large."

Gulu.

Boone swallowed and opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in. "You mean the psychiatrist who treated me, Decker, was the murderer?"

Decker?
Dean exchanged glances with his companions and confirmed that there was no such person among the previously investigated targets, and this name had never been recorded in the data.

He is a fish that slipped through the net!
At the same time, the progress of "Nightmare on East End" quietly jumped by 50%.

"Man, your inference is correct," Sean quietly gave a thumbs up to Dean, "The murderer has a medical background, but we missed him."

"So which hospital did this Dr. Decker work in?" Dean asked Boone.
"Before I answer this question, I would like to ask you something first," Boon's eyes were extremely complicated, and he asked without answering, "Why are you helping me, an unrelated person, to clear away the suspicion?"

"Our destinies have long been secretly linked together." Sean took over the conversation and looked at Boone affectionately, as if the two were old friends after a long absence, "You mentioned a cemetery in your dream. They are terrifying humanoid monsters, and I guess one of them is a woman with beautiful features and spikes all over her body.”

Boon looked at Sean in shock and nodded, "How do you know, you have seen her too?"

"I have to 'date' with them almost every night and listen to their calls -" Sean stared at the night sky outside the window and said with love and hate, "God is in heaven, Oz is at the end of the rainbow, Midian is a monster paradise. That place is called Midian, right!”

Midian!

Boon stood up in a flash, walked forward quickly and held Sean's shoulders. His eyes widened as if seeing his soulmate, and every muscle on his cheeks began to tremble with excitement, but he still resisted the urge, "No , you must have overheard it from the doctor."

"Don't believe it? Open your eyes and take a good look. We are all monsters belonging to Midian, that's why we found you and helped you 'go home' together." Sean's eyes suddenly became like burning coals, and his cheeks Fine and shiny scales emerged from it, and its mouth grinned to the base of its ears, revealing long and sharp fangs.

The two vampires bared their teeth together, revealing their evil and coquettish monster forms.

Three terrifying black human figures were reflected on the wall, and the extremely impactful picture was reflected in the retina. Boone's face turned red as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, his heart was beating out of his chest, and the breath he exhaled from his nasal cavity turned into flames. , as if about to faint.

But he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart. The nightmares about monsters in the past two months had already ingrained these weird images in his mind. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he only felt excitement, joy, and a strong sense of belonging. feel.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that you have been mentally prepared, so we have reached a deal, right?" Dean patted his shoulder, took a drop of blood, and activated licking memory, "Now, let me take a look at Dirk What does Dr. Er look like, and where is he monitoring us?"

(End of this chapter)