Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 368 358. Conspiracy purpose
night.

In a villa near a stream in the eastern suburbs of Calgary, four people gathered in the bright study.

Ms. Adrianna, who had short blond hair and wore a leather jacket, was performing a ball-throwing juggling act out of boredom. Three fireballs flew back and forth between her palms in a series. The hot red light reflected her hard-lined, somewhat masculine face.

Raymond, who was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, leaned against the window and stared at the sky in trance.

The pale and strong Kurt with ponytail stood in front of the wine cabinet. The six arms behind his back took out bottles of expensive wine at a dizzying speed, put it in front of his nose and sniffed intoxicatedly.

Dr. Philip K. Decker sat in front of his desk, holding a tawny linen hood. His long and nimble fingers brushed over the two black buttonholes on the hood and the zipper opening tilted to his left cheek.
Every finger movement feels both elegant and intimate, like caressing a lover's face.
"Be patient, little K. That guy will surrender tonight. When he is imprisoned, we won't be able to use his name to 'enjoy' anymore, otherwise we will help him clear away the suspicion."

Decker pinched the side of the hood and said dotingly, "I know you are hungry, but now is not the time. When Calgary's plan is over, I will take you to the north to kill enough... Okay, okay, this time Give you at least ten families..."

"I guarantee that they all have children..." Decker closed the zipper mouth, stretched his hand into the void and stabbed it. He seemed to hear the pleasant sound of metal breaking through flesh and blood. His face was as pale and handsome as a noble, with a tortoise shell. There was an ecstasy of intoxication behind the glasses.

"Guys, something's happened!" Raymond, who was leaning against the curtain, suddenly took off his sunglasses and shouted, breaking the silence in the study. "A bunch of damn guys are looking for that kid Aaron Boone..."

Kurt, who was in front of the wine cabinet, covered his forehead with six arms, "Brother, it can't be so unlucky, right? More than half of the plan has been implemented, what else can happen?"

Danger!

Years of cooperation have brought the four of them to a perfect tacit understanding, and all the preparations were completed in a tenth of a second.

Dr. Decker immediately put the hood on his head, grinning diagonally. The temperament around him changed from gentle and gentle to crazy and morbid, and hundreds of translucent figures with dull faces appeared out of thin air behind him, including men, women, old and young. Both of them, following Decker's evil button eyes, looked at the human form jumping out of the crack, with red light shooting out of countless pairs of eyes.

"Fake! They have transformed. They are not humans, they are vampires, werewolves...monsters summoned by Midian. They want to help Boone clear his suspicions and seek revenge from Decker!"

Sizzling…

A humanoid figure jumped out.

……

Raymond's blue eyes stared straight into the air, and the blue pupils shone like projectors, reflecting a series of movie-like images.

"Shet, it's too late...he has space capabilities!" Raymond's temples were beating loudly, and bloodshot threads as dense as sandworms appeared in his searchlight-like eyes, staring at the doctor's back, "Get ready to meet the enemy!"

Adriana's blond hair stood up like a mane, her dress fluttered outwards, and the red light spread out of her toned body, condensing a fireball taller than a human and full of destructive power on her chest, making her look like Goddess of Fire. The fireball followed her waving hand and rushed towards the crack.

"The plan failed. The group found out that Dr. Decker had set a trap and revealed everything to Boone!"

Space ability users are extremely rare in the department. They can only be counted in one palm in total, and each one of them is very difficult to mess with.

"No, there is a Mexican with abilities similar to mine... He seems to have discovered my surveillance, and we were exposed!" Raymond suddenly looked around the entire study nervously, as if looking for surveillance cameras.

"I have everything, let's go now!"

Space rift!

Adriana dismissed the fireball and said solemnly, "Tell me clearly, who are they?"

Decker showed a thoughtful look. Although Scout Raymond was sometimes neurotic and overestimated the enemy's strength, his keenness also allowed members to survive from death crises many times. He made decisive decisions.

A bit of pale golden light bloomed like petals in the center of the study, and a space node softly separated to both sides like an open curtain.

The four people's expressions turned stern at the same time, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"At this critical moment, other nocturnal species came to find me. Is it because of the convergence law?" Dr. Decker's face calmed down and became cloudy. He stood up and looked at his three companions to reassure him, "But don't worry, they If you can't find this place, even if you find it, vampires and werewolves are generally level 2 or 3, and the dozens of soldiers outside the villa can stop them for a while."

And Kurt's six hands danced in the air, creating afterimages all over the sky, shaking off infinite green light, and condensing four pairs of green energy shields.

Dean had just teleported into this office through the black domain, and a dazzling and burning red light greeted him enthusiastically.

"The response is very fast. I have a big surprise ready for you."

He pulled it casually, and a huge black mouth opened in the space in front of him to swallow the fireball thrown at him. The vast ocean swallowed it like a stone.

The fireball exploded and was completely annihilated with a faint spark, unable to release even one percent of its power.

Two more heart-rending screams rang out in the study room amid the electric light and flint.

Doctor Decker and Detective Raymond, who launched mental and sensory shocks at Dean, seemed to have their brains burned by flames and fell to their knees wailing. Their eyes, noses, and ears exploded at the same time, and blood spurted out from their seven orifices. The image was so tragic. pole.

The group of translucent afterimages behind him also collapsed into nothingness and retracted into the button-eye hoods.

Their weak attributes couldn't shake Dean's protection at all, and they were seriously injured by the Mirror Shield speciality.

Dean's eyes released a black light that enveloped the four targets in the study.

Fantasy abyss!

Rumble!
The power of the phantom snake turned into four masses of abyssal black water that erupted upward from below the floor, destroying the four green barriers like waves, and swept the people in the study up and down in the air.

The black water penetrated into their skin and brains, digging out the embers of pain deep in their souls and overwhelming their hearts.

The four people lay in the black mire with faces full of pain, losing their ability to resist.

Wisps of aura representing pain and despair overflowed and flew into Dean's body, activating the "Intermediate Suffering Master" specialty, and the free attribute points began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, let's use the waste."

Dean let go of his God's perspective and scanned outside the villa. More than thirty armed soldiers were guarding the nearby bushes, trees, and streams.

He raised his hand.

The realm of death!

An invisible wave swept around, covering a radius of half a mile.

The soldiers outside the villa then fell into a vegetative state in the snow without a word.

...In less than a second, Dean cleared the villa and realized more and more clearly the huge gap between level 6 and level 5.

"There are not many people in this world who can let me go all out."

He turned to Dr. Decker, who was floating among the four prisoners, and reached out to take off the blood-stained button-hole hood. The progress of "Nightmare in East End" jumped to 70%.

At the same time, an evil and bewitching child's voice sounded in his ears, "Put on me, worship me, and I will give you power and make you omnipotent."

The child's voice echoed, and the space around the button-hole hood rippled, like a broken mirror, with a pleading face reflected in every small piece.

"Is this button-eye hood a living wonder that can absorb the souls of the dead?"

Dean casually threw it into the fantasy space, turned his eyes to Dr. Decker, whose cheeks were swollen and his eyes exploded into mince, and he lifted his illusion abyss.
"I used to think that you were just a simple perverted killer who framed Aaron Boone in order to hide yourself, but now it seems that it's not that simple."

……

breathe…

Decker, who was lying on the ground in cold sweat, recovered from the pain that occurred every time he breathed, and looked up at the man in front of him tremblingly.

His eyes had been seriously injured by mental force, and he could only feel a blurry figure through the swollen eye slits. When he turned his head, he vaguely saw the three helpless companions floating in mid-air...

Fear shook him.

For more than thirty years, Decker has been wearing an old button-eye hood and torturing and killing people, especially the young, and taking intense pleasure from it.

But just now, those countless innocent people who died in his hands crawled out of hell, crawled all over his body, and gnawed on his flesh and blood piece by piece.

For the first time, he became the target of being tortured and killed, but he didn't feel any pleasure at all.

It turns out that I am afraid of death...

He grabbed Dean's boots hard and begged,
"Don't...don't kill me...I'm useful..."

"Not killing you? When those people who you wiped out all their families were begging for mercy, did you give them a chance?" Dean stamped on the man's face like a storm, leaving a series of clear shoe prints.
"Ahhhh-stop-stop...ahhhhh!"

"Ahhh!"

"Answer me honestly, you and your companions can suffer less... go to hell sooner..." Dean glanced at the four prisoners, "Attack, reconnaissance, control... Such a well-equipped team is hiding in the suburbs. You are the special operations department. People?"

breathe…

After a long time, Decker recovered from the severe pain that felt like bones breaking all over his body, and nodded tremblingly, "Member of the 20th Group of the Special Operations Department."

Dean confirmed it while licking his memory and asked again,

"Why was this cruel trap set for Aaron Boone? Why was he turned into a serial killer?"

"Because Aaron Boone heard the call of Midian...we, we wanted to find...the location of Midian through him."

"East End Nightmare" jumps to eighty percent.

Dean raised his eyebrows. The people from the Special Operations Department were behind the scenes, but they were actually looking for Midian?

"You just had to pretend to be a psychiatrist to induce him to go to Midian? Are you trying to frame him as a serial killer?"

"Not enough..." Decker gasped sharply. "Boone is still human and not connected enough to Midian to hear the exact location of Midian. He needs stimulation."

"Stimulate?"

"According to the department's research, people who are summoned by Midian must experience major life changes, fall into a desperate situation with nothing, and then die and be resurrected in a fierce battle, in order to truly become a nocturnal species... and hear the exact location of Midian."

Dean's face showed surprise when he heard this.

His current companion, the train conductor Sean, experienced great changes in his life, fierce fighting, and resurrection from the dead, before he became a nocturnal species and was summoned by Midian!
Unexpectedly, the special operations department has already summarized a system.

"Where's your complete plan?"

"Let Boone plead guilty and go to court, be scorned by everyone, be ruined, and be betrayed by his beloved girlfriend Lori...Finally, finally, we tell him the truth, he is just a poor man who was wrongly accused, and stimulate him to fight with the police , died in the fight, he will be resurrected in the morgue, become a true nocturnal species, stay away from this dirty human society, and rush to Midian."

After hearing this, Dean couldn't help but stare into Decker's eyes with burning eyes, "Is this a plan you made?"

"Hiss... yes... I am a psychiatrist and I understand human nature."

"This kind of skill of playing with people's hearts is even inferior to the Hell monks, but why do you not hesitate to set up such a cruel and inhumane plan to find Midian?" Dean said sarcastically, "Are you going to break in and eliminate it? All nocturnal species and their gods?”

……

This time Decker remained silent in pain.

Seeing his delay in answering, Dean looked at the template. Unknowingly, the Master of Suffering had converted 1 free attribute point by torturing these four guys.

He mobilized part of the power of pain to deliver a painful blow to Decker, and at the same time released dozens of diseases from the "Box of Diseases" to wrap around Decker's body.

The latter screamed loudly and kept coughing up blood. A bright red rash broke out all over his body. The rash festered and oozed pus, and deformed tumors emerged from the pus. His body began to melt like a candle.
From the internal organs to the skin, from the soul to the spirit, every cell and every consciousness is wrapped in hellish pain.

He rolled around in the feces like a maggot and vomited. Within half a minute, he couldn't bear the pain and bit his tongue with his last strength to commit suicide.

But Dean casually injected a lot of life energy into this pile of rotten meat, and then rescued him forcefully, stepping on his plasticine-like face, "Can you say it now?"

"Woo... I said... I said..." Decker burst into tears and succumbed to the pain, "We are not here to destroy, we want to find a way out."

Dean's eyes flashed, "The way out?"

Decker said something he didn't expect, "Midian is not only a paradise for monsters, it can also become a paradise for humans, a paradise for us to avoid the end of the world."

(End of this chapter)