Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 49 49. Nightmare Contact
The night fell, the moonlight faded, and only a few stars twinkled in the sky.

Dean looked out at the long street through the window of the bedroom on the second floor. The night flowed slowly like a veil, and the dim lights of the neighbors in the distance flickered on and off.

From their corner, there were no people on the street, no cars driving, the surroundings were quiet and oppressive, and the air was filled with a permeating coldness.

The tall red maple trees with shady branches and leaves on the side of the road are like travelers holding black umbrellas and not saying a word.

But this is a secluded and deserted neighborhood, and they are destined not to wait for the long-distance bus.

……

Dean looked away.

Looking behind him, Alvin has fallen asleep sideways on the mattress, breathing smoothly and falling into a dream.

And thoughtfully reserved the other half of the bed for him.

But Dean wasn't going to sleep at all tonight, in a dark, strange house without electricity, the center of an incident of moderate difficulty.

Dangerous, and there may be unknown factors.

He is not that nervous, and completely let his guard down in this kind of place.

"Stay up all night!"

Dean opened the red wooden box next to the bed, rubbed his chin and looked at the strange Ouija board, sliding his fingers across the Ouija board, and then the drop-shaped Ouija board.

"It's so sharp."

Dean frowned.

The tip of the shackle was like a sharpened knife, and it almost didn't cut his finger.

After the touch inspection, no abnormalities were found for the time being, so Dean turned on the God's perspective to observe carefully.

Soon a strange mark was found on the back of the much smaller shaman——

sleepless person
As small as ants, the black lines are as slender as hair, and they cannot be found without careful observation.

Dean rubbed his thumb up, feeling a faint refreshing coolness.

"The Sleepless? What's the special significance?"

Dean kept this discovery in mind, held the plank, and tried to summon "Shadow".

Then he was shocked, "Shadow" did not leave his body and descended into reality, the unprecedented summoning failed.

At the same time, there was an emotion of extreme fear and longing intertwined in the body, and "Shadow" seemed to be strongly suppressed.

"A small wooden board actually suppressed my super power?"

He tried again and again in disbelief.

failure!

failure!

After repeating it many times, in order to avoid some kind of irreversible damage to his "killer mace", Dean put down the psychic board and picked up the larger psychic board.

Then--

The shadow of the past flew out of his body, and hurriedly flew to the distance, trying to distance himself from the plank on the ground.

"Ouija boards are common things, but Ouija boards are strange, and they have a huge restraint effect on ghosts like 'Shadow'."

There was a gleam in Dean's eyes.

This is enough to prove that this plank is not simple, and has some kind of magical power.

As he thought about it, he saw that the progress of the event jumped from 20.00% to 20.00% five.

"This shaman board is special and important?"

Does it conform to the legend that it can be used to host psychic rituals to communicate with the dead and summon the ghost of the psychic Alexander Raphael?
Along with the dangerous thought, Dean put it out again at once.

"The risk of a medium-difficulty event is unknown. I only operate it in a quiet late night. If something happens, I don't know how to die."

If the spirit was actually summoned, Dean wasn't sure he'd be able to see it the way he could see the Shadow.

"Wait until there is a suitable opportunity to try summoning again."

……

Dean put away the board and started exercising in the bedroom. Since the beginning of the summer vacation, he practiced shooting hard, and he never practiced against Rust with his girlfriend.

But he insisted on daily personal physical training.

Sometimes I fight with bare hands, and sometimes I use the short sticks and knives at home to practice armed combat.

He tried his best to digest a large number of efficient, ruthless, and deadly enemy-breaking skills transmitted to him by his lv1 fighting skills-joint skills, cross-stretching, naked twisting, crotch kicking, eye poking, nose hitting, double peak piercing ears, attacking the brain Pillows, attacking the jaw and temples...as well as basic skills such as footsteps and power techniques.

These moves are unseemly, even insidious, dirty, but simple and effective, and perfectly fit Dean's melee strategy.

The growth of proficiency in training alone is extremely slow, boring, and can only increase a little in two or three days.

He glanced at the panel:

Dean Lou

Character level: 1 (70/200)

Age: 18
Physical: 11.6
Power: 10.6
Sensitivity: 12.1
Perception: 10
Spirit: 13.2
Will: 11.2
……

Ability (3/5):
Fighting lv1 (80/200)
Shot lv1 (19/100)
Shadow of the Past lv0 (11/100)
Expertise:

Junior Ironman
Event: 1/1
Brother: 20.00% five

completed--

1.The death of young Dean.

2. Mona's whereabouts.

3.hunting

System ability: God's perspective lv0
...

Time passed in the whistling wind.

When Dean's watch reads five o'clock in the morning.

Alvin, who was sleeping soundly on the mattress, made an indistinct sound, his eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were turning rapidly, his face was tense and frightened.

But his hands were tightly pressed under his armpits, his feet were stretched out, and his posture was extremely stiff, as if he was pressed firmly on the bed by something.

"Alvin, wake up!"

Snapped!
Snapped!
There were several crisp applause in the bedroom.

Then there was a long inhalation sound of "uh--".

Alvin sat up suddenly from the mattress.

Sweat slid down his terrified face like a waterfall, and his chest heaved violently.

He was like a drowning man trapped below the surface, nearly suffocated, and narrowly escaped death at the last moment.

"Having a nightmare? Is this what you said before that you haven't been able to sleep well?"

Dean held a flashlight in one hand and passed a bottle of water in the other.

Alvin opened the bottle and took a big gulp, then poured the rest of the cold water on top of his head. The fear and panic on his face slowly disappeared amid the steaming heat.

But sadness overflowed.

"Parnon was dressed in black...and tied me to the bed." He stared at the void with a pale face, and said to himself, "I can feel that he wants to hurt me."

"My own brother is going to kill me!"

"He should hate me because I am selfish..."

Seeing that he was getting emotional again, Dean quickly changed the subject,

"Parnon is wearing black clothes? I remember that in the photo Holden showed us, the psychic Alexander is also wearing black clothes?"

"Yes, they are dressed exactly the same!"

"Then you're lying on that black bed in the attic?"

Alvin nodded, "It's cold and hard, lying on it is like lying in a coffin, I can hardly breathe."

"I remember you said that you can't sleep well all the time, and you always have the same nightmare?"

"That's right... As long as I sleep in this house, it seems that something pulls me into this dream!"

Dean thought, it's too rare to have the same dream repeatedly, it's so rare that it's weird, this kind of dream is by no means accidental, it has mysterious or supernatural factors just like that plank.

So the content of the dream may have a special meaning.

Panon was wearing a black robe, exactly the same as that worn by the psychic Alexander Raphael.

And Panon appears in the attic, next to the set of Soul Ouija boards directly related to the psychics.

Does this mean that his initial idea was wrong.

The disappearance of Panon five years ago and the death of Alexander two years ago were not completely unrelated separate incidents.

There is an unknown relationship between the two parties!
the idea together.

Dean suddenly felt the system vibrate.

The progress of the investigation suddenly jumped from 20.00% to 30.00%.

"This means that the inference based on the nightmare is correct?"

……

After such a fuss, the two of them no longer felt sleepy.

Alvin sat on the mattress and stared at the wall in a daze.

Dean was worried about irritating him again, so he didn't ask any further questions, and sorted out the thoughts in his mind.

……

Had a hard time making it through the night.

The next day was close to noon, the sky was gloomy, with a few dark clouds floating, and a little white light through the window, dispelling the gloom and gloom of last night.

Holden returned to the house with a steaming bag of breakfast and a few test reports.

"The inspection is so fast? Doesn't it usually take several days?" Dean opened his mouth and bit off half a hot dog. After chewing a few times with his teeth, he swallowed it directly. Lettuce, cheese, bacon, and ham all burst into his mouth !
Warmth surged in his stomach, and Dean was revived with blood,

"I spent a big favor and asked the guys from the LVPD forensic department to test overnight... But the test was only done for the first round, and only approximate results were obtained."

Holden explained that Alvin couldn't wait to open the inspection report, skipped the graphic form, went straight to the conclusion at the bottom, and read it out,

"The source of the sample is not related to Alexander Raphael."

"The sample source and Alvin Garcia are father and son, or brothers."

"Alvin is not related to Alexander."

There was no surprise on Alvin's face, as if he had expected this result a long time ago,
Then the whole person slumped back on the sofa.

Close your eyes.

"So, the sample found on the bed is from Parnon?"

……

"Well, thanks to Ni's reminder, otherwise we would have missed a major discovery." Holden took a sip of Coke,
"Now let's sort it out. The bed and the Ouija board in the attic are directly related to the psychic Alexander, and the biological sample of Panon was left on this bed."

"It can be inferred from this that Pannon has entered the attic and has some kind of intersection with Alexander. If this is figured out, maybe both the disappearance case and the murder case will make progress."

Holden's face was bright, and Dean nodded. He had already reached the same conclusion based on Alvin's dream last night.

This shows that the changes in the progress of events in the system are of great reference value, which is not inferior to scientific analysis methods.

He chewed the sausage in his mouth, repeating the old tune,

"Do you think there is such a possibility? After Pannon killed Alexander, in order to avoid legal sanctions, he fled to another place and hid!"

"I said, impossible."

Alvin got up abruptly, squeezed the hot dog emotionally, and refuted vigorously,

"Pannon is not a killer, he doesn't have such a cruel heart, how can he kill Alexander when he disappeared three years before the murder?"

Huhu——

Just in time, the cold wind howled outside the window, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Dean looked him straight in the eye,

"He can hide."

"And don't forget your nightmares during this time, Panon wants to hurt you. And people will change. After so many years, he is often bullied by the children in the neighborhood. Maybe he has resentment early and has become something that you don't remember. My kind brother."

"Please, man, don't say that."

"Wait, what nightmare?"

Holden interrupted the argument between the two, and turned to Dean suspiciously. Dean recounted the nightmare in the early morning and the mark of the sleepless found on the teardrop-shaped tablet.

"Sleepless? Is it a Ouija board brand? I've never heard of it."

"As for the repeated nightmares," Holden patted the food scraps off his hands, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, "there is a high probability that it is not due to mysterious elements, but psychological effects. Yes, I have seen similar cases."

"Dreams occasionally reflect a person's true inner thoughts."

"Alvin, because you have been guilty of Panon for many years, you will have frequent nightmares when you return to the old house where the two of you lived together and are full of memories."

"You are so ashamed, your subconscious mind creates such a scene accordingly, and it appears in your dream-Pannon tied you up and hurt you, and after you are punished, your mind can recover from a strong sense of guilt. liberated."

"Ask yourself, do you look forward to redemption in pain?"

And Dean looked at the serious Holden, took a sip of coffee to suppress his shock,
If he hadn't known that there were ghosts in this world, he would have believed in this set of psychological arguments, but now...he believed in supernatural arguments even more.

Alvin was stunned, and his whole body fell into deep entanglement and thinking, murmuring imperceptibly.

"No, the time is wrong... When I first had nightmares, I didn't even know there was an attic in the house, let alone the bed board. How could they appear in my dream?"

"Are you sure?" Even Holden couldn't help but straighten his face this time, repeatedly dreaming about things he had never seen before, prophets, and psychics in his dreams?

"Well, I'm sure."

"Then I'm sorry, I can't think of a reasonable scientific explanation for the time being." Holden tapped his fingers on his knee and pondered, "Why don't you talk about what kind of person Pannon is, and what happened between your brothers that made you like this guilty."

"You tell us so that we can judge Pannon's possible whereabouts and his relationship with the psychic."

Holden walked behind the tangled Alvin, and put his hands on his shoulders steadily,

"The choice of escape is like an eternal maze. Once you go in, you will never reach the end. Only by returning to the original road and facing the memories of the past can you overcome the psychological barrier and see the sun again."

"Is that so? It will make you feel better if you say it?"

Alvin looked at Holden anxiously,
"I vouch for it with my experience over the past ten years."

Holden nodded emphatically.

Alvin rubbed his rough face, took a deep breath,

"Okay... I'll say it all."

Dean quietly gave Holden a thumbs up, because this guy is still fooling people.

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