Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 375 365. Madness at night

On the car leaving the cemetery.

Kristine woke up from her sleep and remembered her ridiculous behavior at the grave of the dead before. She apologized to the driver with a red face, "Sorry, Kenny, I didn't know what happened just now..."

"I understand, no need to explain...it's all the cemetery's fault." Dean turned the steering wheel with a considerate look, then looked at his other companions, "What about you? Are you feeling better?"

Boone and the others looked at each other and nodded. The overwhelming desire to kill in their hearts cooled down as they moved away from the cemetery, and their eyes regained their clarity.

Sean looked out the car window at the mottled road receding in the night, and said with an ugly face, "I have an intuition that if it hadn't been for Kenny's greeting, I would have completely degenerated into a bloodthirsty monster and fallen into eternal madness."

"I haven't lost my temper like this for at least twenty years, but according to our mental state, we shouldn't be affected so easily... The things in the cemetery are extraordinary." Monica recalled with a slight frown, " what happened?"

"The cemetery is Midian where nocturnal species gather? A kingdom of night filled with magic, a paradise for monsters?" Peter asked excitedly,
"No, that place is not Midian. It is more like the 'Dwyer Cemetery' in the fable of the illusion. It has a deep connection with Midian." Dean pondered, "Unlock its secrets, and we can Find the gate to Midian.”

Dean once again explained to everyone the strongest points of the energy field, the empty graves of Bonnie and Arnie, mother and son, and the strange situation of the roots twisted into human shapes.

The car quietly drove onto the road east of Peace River (Quiet) Town, passing by the charred ruins of the fire. There was a distant noise that interrupted the conversation of everyone in the car and aroused their curiosity.

"Kick you son of a bitch!"

"Come on, you idiot!"

Under the pale moonlight.

"But no one takes care of such an obvious supernatural disaster?" Kristen asked in surprise, "The police department and the special operations department don't take action?"

"What's wrong?" Boon was provoked and rolled down the window angrily, revealing a ferocious face full of spiral patterns.

Dozens of townspeople formed a circle around a red fire hydrant not far away. Young, old, men, and women waved their fists, roared and watched with blood-red eyes, looking feverishly like A group of thugs ready to fight.

Sean pulled his head back out of the car window, his vertical animal eyes narrowed, "What's going on with this group of people, staying up late at night and fighting in the street?"

Not only did this fail to cool down their passion, it actually allowed them to vent the violence in their bodies even more wantonly.

Open your mouth.

A group of people shouted curses and rushed towards the randomly selected enemies on the opposite side. They struggled into a ball and rolled in the wet water, starting a big melee.

A scream came.

A flash of excitement flashed in Peter's eyes, and he resisted the urge to join the battle. "Although the town is far away from the cemetery, the townspeople are obviously affected by the energy field in the cemetery... After all, they are just ordinary people, and their resistance is even worse."

"Where to escape?!"

The pale water vapor that filled the sky from the gap in the fire hydrant, along with the blood, soaked everyone's clothes.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was dark, and in most rural towns, there was almost no one outside at night, and it was as quiet as a dead wasteland.

But at this time, the town showed a completely different lively scene during the day.

Dean patted the steering wheel thoughtfully, "The townspeople behave normally during the day, so the impact of the energy field is more severe at night."

Monica shook her head, "Is it possible that they prioritize dealing with higher-level disasters, or are too busy to take care of themselves?"

Five men gathered in the center to fight fiercely, boxing, wrestling, fighting with weapons, kicking in the vagina, biting ears... They were as ferocious as beasts competing for the leadership of the group, and they all lost.

Two fighting townspeople noticed the car passing by on the road and rushed over, shouting. A bearded man jumped on the front hood of the car and pulled hard on the wiper.

Another lean man with high cheekbones ran to the left window and started beating the glass frantically. He yelled at Boone with bulging eyes, "Stop the car, you ugly guy, come down and punch me a few times!"

A foul-smelling wind blew out from between the teeth of his fangs, blowing the man's short hair back.

It was late at night, and ordinary people would have been scared out of their wits by Boon's ugly monster form, but the man didn't seem to know what fear was. Instead, he held Boon's head with both hands and bit his face.

"Go away, don't mess with me!" Boon slapped the crazy man with his huge, patterned palm, flying five meters away, spitting out a bunch of bloody teeth.

"Man, there's no point in getting angry with a group of people who are out of control." Dean waved his hand and shot out dozens of translucent telekinesis tentacles, instantly stunning the melee crowd.

At the same time, he absorbed a few drops of blood from afar and activated the licking memory.

Images of mother and son Bonnie and Arnie in the cemetery kept passing through my mind.

Dean looked at his memory and sped forward.

More chaotic scenes appeared along the way...hundreds of townspeople were fighting in the streets, doors were smashed in, broken glass, and ignited flames...

During the day, the fat man in the Indian restaurant was still sitting on the threshold outside the restaurant eating meat, his mouth was red, his belly was as big as a hot air balloon, and the money-grubbing shop owner was nowhere to be found. "Are you robbing a bank?" Sean suddenly stared at an ATM machine on the side of the road and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Didi…

Amidst the piercing alarms and knocking sounds, several burly men wearing black hoods used a bunch of wrenches, axes, pitchforks and other tools to violently dismantle the ATM machine, and took out a pile of green banknotes from the machine. Throw it on the ground.

The three people immediately lay down in the pile of banknotes and rolled around, shouting excitedly.

"Lying in the banknotes and taking a bath is a dream I have had in the past." Peter joked enviously, "But people never know how to be satisfied, and the spoils will definitely be divided unevenly."

The three people crazily stuffed bills into their arms, seemingly dissatisfied with each other for taking more, and soon began to roar and fight.

Dean snapped his fingers, knocking them all unconscious, and once again drew blood and licked the memories.

……

"What's going on?" Christine looked at the hotel on the right side of the road with hidden longing.

Through the glass door, a group of townspeople were friendly and discussing their driving skills on the sofa in the front hall. The sound of discussions and congratulations could be heard flying out of the hotel into the night sky, as if it contained some kind of magic, and everyone in Dean's car was filled with excitement. impatient.

"Shet, two men...what did I see?"

Sean covered his eyes and wailed, then leaned forward slightly and the car stopped.

A graceful figure stepped out of the darkness on delicate cat steps and silently approached the front of the car.

The car lights illuminated her sexy gourd-shaped curves.

She wore a thick red blanket covering most of her body, revealing only a pair of snow-white bare feet touching the rough road. The blanket covered her head of hair, and on her face with a charming blush, a pair of Her eyes were so moist that they were almost dripping with water, exuding a compelling heat, like a witch quietly arriving in the night.

"Come... come together..." The woman hooked her hands towards the five people in the car, her tone of voice dreamy, like a pleasant hum in her ears, tickling people's hearts.

brush--

She magically pulled the blankets around her to both sides.
"It's so big and white."

Peter whistled loudly.

Boone and Sean swallowed, their eyes blazing.

Kristen and Monica's expressions became a little unnatural.

Dean calmly put the blanket on the woman again and moved her to the driver's window. "As you wish, I'm here. Now I want to ask you some questions... Bonnie Prager, Arnie Prager How did Raghu die?"

The woman was illuminated by the star-like eyes of the other party. Her confused eyes regained some clarity, and her mind broke away from the sea of ​​desire. She replied intermittently, "Bonnie, Arnie..."

"Everyone said... Bonnie weighed more than 400 pounds and was too fat... Her heart had always been bad, and she had a heart attack and died last month... Arnie had something wrong with his brain and was mentally retarded. He could hardly take care of himself. After his mother died, Accidentally drowned in my bathtub.”

Dean asked, "Is there any special information, such as someone killing them?"

The woman shook her head, "I don't know."

Dean felt a little regretful, which was consistent with the memories he had licked from his blood several times before.

Mother Bonnie is like a bloated mountain of meat, and her delicate facial features can vaguely reveal the grace of her youth.

The son has beautiful features, but he only knows how to giggle and play pranks. He is a patient who cannot even speak completely.

The two mother and son depended on each other in a small town, and their life was very miserable and poor.

Unfortunately, Dean used the portraits of the mother and son that he had extracted from his blood to search the dark areas of his mind, but found nothing - they were either completely dead or went to a place with special energy isolation.

At this point in the investigation, the progress of the "missing mother and son" has reached 15%.

……

Seeing that I can no longer ask more useful information from the woman's mouth.

Dean snapped his fingers and let her fall asleep,
"Kenny, do you really think that the poor mother and son died of illness and accident?" Peter looked away from the graceful body on the ground with nostalgia, and the eyes of others also turned to Dean, with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

"There must be something hidden in it. We need more detailed information about the mother and son." Sean looked up and looked out the window. At night, the desires, anger, and resentment of the citizens of Peace River Town gathered and spread in the streets, as if they had turned into reality. , outlining a layer of pitch-black twilight, blocking the moonlight in the sky, "Go to the town police station and ask."

(End of this chapter)