Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 377 367. Werewolf, murder
The archives room on the second floor of the police station.

Amidst the rustling sound of fingertips rubbing against the pages, Dean and his group began to rummage in front of the neatly arranged filing cabinets.

A quarter of an hour later, Dean did not find any information about her husband. Instead, he accidentally discovered a special file.

“泰加斯·雅特，修车工、单身、居住于东大街5号，1982年3月1日死于家中…3月1日…这死亡时间不就是在邦妮母子去世不久，会不会跟邦妮有关系？”

Dean further searched for the cause of death in the file, but found no detailed record. He couldn't help but show the black-and-white photo of a muscular man in the upper right corner of the file to the director behind him, "How did he die? He was killed by the crazy townspeople. ?"

"No, the townspeople at that time were not as crazy as they are today, and the murderer was not a human being." Noor glanced at the photo, and his expression became extremely solemn, "Tigas was brutally dismembered, and his head was thrown into the toilet. His arms were on the sofa in the hall, and his torso was under the bed. There were a lot of obvious bite marks on the body parts, and some of his internal organs, including his heart, were missing. It was as if a pack of wolves suddenly broke into his house and tore him apart. Break into pieces and eat the entrails.”

"Are you sure it's a wolf?" Dean's eyelids twitched. At the same time, Boone and Sean behind the bookcase on the right seemed to have remembered something, and they frowned and looked at the director.
"The probability is ninety-nine percent," Noor muttered, stroking his mustache. "At that time, the forensic doctor and the veterinarian jointly examined and confirmed that the bite marks belonged to canines...but..."

He paused after speaking, and a trace of absurdity and hesitation appeared on his lean face.

Dean asked, "What's wrong?"

"The teeth and claws that made those scars, and the claw marks scattered around the house, are much larger than those of ordinary wolves, even larger than the North American big bad wolf... And there are no such large wolves in the forests around our town of Tranquility."

Dean asked, "Are you sure he was helping the mother and son and there was no conflict?"

Everyone glanced at the three young photos and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"This Tygas was a warm-hearted and friendly guy," Noor recalled. "His home was not far from Bonnie's house, so he often went to Bonnie's house to help with some chores after get off work at the auto repair shop."

Dean looked at the director again, "Where are their bodies?"

"Why do you ask that? He died after the death of Bonnie and her son. There should be nothing to do with each other, right?" the director asked,
"The time of death is so close, that's a possibility. The whole town has gone crazy, so what else is possible?"

"Boone, Sean and I will go to the morgue to have a look. The rest of us will stay in the archives and continue to search for Bonnie's husband's information." Dean didn't wait for the director's consent, and asked the two of them to enter the corridor together. All the way down the stairs, "You two, what do you think after the discussion just now?"

"It should have been buried long ago, but their family members were a little confused and never came to collect the body. The body was barely sutured and placed on the first floor of the bureau."

Noor thought for a moment, reluctantly accepted this statement, and explained, "Tygas has no criminal record and is willing to help others. Many townspeople have received help from him. He is recognized as a good old man."

"So, Taigas' murderer looks like a wolf, but is much larger than a wolf?"

"hiss…"

A glint flashed in Sean's eyes, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement, "The thing that killed four townspeople was not a wolf, but a werewolf. He was also the original transformer of the werewolf group that once attacked our train."

"Yes. And the most horrifying thing is that Tigas was not the only one to die so strangely and tragically. On the day of his death, three other teenagers were also cut into pieces and lost some of their internal organs. They died tragically in the east of the town. Suburbs." Noor walked to the cabinet behind Dean and took out three more files of the deceased.

Noor said in a determined tone, "Many people have seen him and Bonnie talking and laughing in the yard, and they have a harmonious relationship. If Bonnie hadn't been too fat and brought a drag bottle, maybe Tigas would have married her. ”

Marrying such a wife who weighs more than 400 pounds, what special hobbies does Tigas have?
Dean bared his teeth and said, "Tigas understands, but where are the other three?"

Dean frowned noncommittally, staring at the four files of the deceased, remembering their life experiences, and using the dark field in his mind to search for the whereabouts of the four dead, but the black field found nothing.

"Then did they hurt or tease Bonnie and Arnie?" Dean said softly.
"I don't know about this, but if there is, Bonnie will definitely call me or Tigas to inform me, and we will severely warn these three brats." Noor said regretfully, "But now it doesn't matter. It’s too late. I don’t know what the hell could be so cruel that it actually attacked three minors... The impact was extremely bad. If the townspeople hadn’t lost their minds, they would have probably run away.”

"So, just after the death of Bonnie and her son, four more people died in the town, and the death methods were extremely tragic." Dean muttered, and he couldn't help but have a guess in his mind, "What is the relationship between these dead people and Bonnie and her son? "

Their bodies died, and their souls should return to Limbo, naturally unable to be searched.

Noor rubbed his temples with a headache on his face, "Most teenagers aged fifteen or sixteen are too lively, and these three are the best among them. They are so energetic that they are frightening. They often run around the town. Whose family will we bring today?" The flowers in the yard were pulled up, and someone’s phone line will be cut tomorrow... But they are minors and their crimes are not serious, so I can’t do anything to them.”

Boone nodded heavily, two spiral patterns solidified in his pupils, "The same sneak attack bit me in Calgary, and I started to have nightmares about the initiator of the 'Midian' nightmare, a nocturnal species."

Dean looked at the 45% progress and smiled appreciatively, "Yes, this nocturnal species can be regarded as the 'guide' that leads you to Midian. I have said that its fate has long been closely linked to yours. , will be reunited sooner or later, and now it seems that the time has come... It is most likely near the town of Peace River, can you feel it? "

Sean and Boone looked at each other and shook their heads regretfully, "The energy field affects our perception and judgment. I can't smell its scent, but I just vaguely feel that there is something familiar and kind in this place." "That's right. ”

"But why did this werewolf brutally kill four townspeople?" Sean's eyes turned cold, "Prey, vent his bloodthirst and killing desire?"

"I don't think it's killing innocent people indiscriminately," Boone analyzed while rubbing his fists. "Its power level must be much higher than mine and yours. It must be able to control its animal nature. It should have other purposes."

"What purpose?"

The two looked at Dean.

Dean took out a piece of white paper from his arms and spread it out. It read:

"The husband who abandoned his wife and children more than ten years ago", "Bonnie and her son who depended on each other for life", "kind-hearted Tygas", "three naughty teenagers", "werewolf"...

"I already have a rough guess, but it's far from certain." Dean looked at the two people who were deep in thought and said sternly, "But there is some kind of connection between the five people. If you can't find the werewolf now, just look for it. The werewolf will show up sooner or later."

As he spoke, he opened the door to the morgue on the first floor, pulled out four corpses from the morgue, and placed them side by side on the operating table.

Amidst the "hissing" sound of the zipper being unzipped, a strong corpse odor filled the air, and four pale human faces with traces of stitches were revealed from the black body bags.

Because many organs, tissues and flesh were missing, their barely put together bodies were full of collapses and deformities of long and short legs... They looked like tattered rubber figures that had been taken apart and sewn back together.

But the three Deans had never seen any bloody scenes. They calmly stretched out their fingertips and tapped the corpse's eyebrows, took out four drops of blood, closed their eyes and started licking the memory.

Vivid pictures flashed through my mind——

In the dark forest on the outskirts, in front of the TV in the bedroom.

A cold wind carrying a pungent smell blew by.

The sky and the earth began to spin, and the vision fell to the ground.

The pupils reflected a headless corpse standing there gushing blood. The severed limbs were chopped up by invisible sharp blades and thrown around. Two anti-arching feet with sharp nails like daggers stepped on them and scattered them. pools of blood and guts…

Then comes eternal darkness.

After a moment, Dean opened his eyes and shook his head towards his two expectant companions.
"The murderer's movements were so fast that the four deceased people had no time to see its appearance clearly before they were brutally cut into pieces."

This also means that Dean can't use the black field to search for the murderer.

"But the murderer has a triple combination, muscular knots, and thighs covered with thick black hair like steel needles...it does look like a werewolf."

"So what about the relationship between the deceased and Bonnie and his son?" Sean asked, "Is it really as described by the director?"

Dean closed his eyes and re-examined the scene in the blood. Although the licking memory was upgraded and could read all the target's memories through the blood, a person's life is so long, and the length of the memories contained even exceeds the total length of tens of thousands of movies.

The process of flipping through is like rewinding a surveillance video tape at an ever-increasing speed.

A few hours later, the moonlight filtering through the basement window disappeared, and the time entered three o'clock in the morning.

Dean opened his eyes tiredly, with a hint of shock on his face. The progress of "Missing Mother and Son" in the system had reached 50%.

"It turns out that this is the truth. The death of the car mechanic Tygas and the three teenagers was not unjust!"

"Don't be so pretentious, man, explain," Boone urged.
Dean's lips moved, and there was a noise from upstairs.
"Kenny, Boone, Sean, come up and take a look! We found information about the missing husband!"

(End of this chapter)