Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 56 56. Miracle's Second Murderer

human body.

Fragility and many diseases are spiritual shackles!

come on,

come on,

Join this rave party, I grant you eternal freedom!

"Ho ho!"

……

"Well…"

Dean woke up from the nightmare humming softly.

A faint white light rose.

He blinked vigorously, and the blurred vision quickly became clear, and the white wall opposite and the wall clock on the wall came into view.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air.

"I'm... lying in the hospital again?"

Dean raised his hand and saw two circles of white bandages. He tried to move his back and waist to sit up from the hospital bed. Suddenly, the stabbing pain of sharp blades, the burning pain of flames, and the pain deep in his bones from excessive exertion surged up. , as if a thousand knives were cutting his flesh at the same time.

There is no pain anywhere in my body.

Dean gasped in pain with his face distorted.He remembered that he had been beaten by the ghost Alexander Raphael.

"A medium-difficulty event, it's really abnormal, there are supernatural factors, and the risk of death is huge."

This time, if he hadn't obtained the "Sleepless Phantom Board" in advance and made a lot of arrangements for the weakness of the ghost, he would definitely die.

"That's a long sleep, man."

There was a light joke, and the energetic Holden Ford, dressed in a black suit, appeared on the right side of the hospital bed. His handsome face had an annoying and joking smile on his face, but he looked very good, as if he had encountered some great event .

"How long have I been lying down?" Dean felt a chill on his forehead, and stretched out his hand to touch the bare area, which was also wrapped in bandages.

"Longer than the last time in Lake Mead, three days, I almost thought you wouldn't be able to wake up... Don't touch it, your hair is burnt, you have to shave it off naturally, but you are young and resilient, one or two months It will grow back completely."

"Um... Where is Alvin? I rescued him, is he still alive?" Dean asked nervously,
"Do you still have the energy to care about others? Take care of yourself." Holden said helplessly and admiringly, "Do you know how dangerous this time is? A rib was broken and three knives were stabbed in the back. One of the knives grazed the heart, and if it missed a few centimeters, you are now lying in the morgue."

"Several burns on hands, back, and left leg. Although they are protected by cotton jackets, they are not too serious, but they will leave ugly scars after healing." Holden looked regretful, as if seeing a piece of exquisite art. There are a few more flaws in the product. "It will be difficult for you to find a girlfriend in the future."

Dean's heart tightened, and he quickly touched his face.

Fortunately, it is still smooth and delicate, and the bloody mouth near the cheekbone has healed long ago, and it is almost impossible to feel it.

No disfigurement on the line.

A few small scars on a man's body are nothing more than badges of honor.

"For the next month, just lie down in the hospital and don't go anywhere." Holden ordered with half concern,

So troublesome.

Dean frowned.

"Just rest and recuperate, Alvin, what's going on, don't play tricks on me."

Event—Brother's progress is stuck at 90.00% [-], but it is strange that he has neither failed nor completed, which makes him look forward to it.

"Tell me the truth first." Holden sat down beside the hospital bed, picked up the teardrop-shaped tablet from the bedside table on the left, and rubbed it in his palm, "Are you and Alvin in room 369?" What did you do, burn a good house to rubble... It took me countless words to get you through the Henderson police questioning."

"You're lucky. That house was originally the legacy that Panon left to Alvin. Otherwise, you should plan to work white jobs in the next few years to compensate for the loss."

Only then did Dean realize that reality is not a fantasy movie. After burning a house to exorcise demons, he can still become a hero, pat his ass and leave.

All their actions have consequences.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed the shackle from the opponent's hand,

"If you really want to listen to the truth, then I will tell you that after receiving the guidance of Ms. Marlene Daly, Alvin and I conducted a second psychic ceremony in the house and successfully summoned Alexander Raphael Er's ghost."

Dean looked up, ready for a storm of criticism from the staunch scientologist.

But this time, Holden uncharacteristically did not raise any questions,

"And what happened between you and Alexander's ghost?"

Dean didn't hide it either, omitting the details of using the phantom board to launch the final blow, and recounted the rest basically intact.

Holden nodded from time to time.

"I also found some evidence on my trip to Alexander's hometown... This old thing has been collecting information about Pannon and preparing cruel rituals... and Pannon's remains were found in the ruins of the fire. These are important evidence for conviction, He can't escape!"

There was a strange light in Holden's eyes, as if he had seen some incredible miracle,
"But I can't figure it out, what happened to Alvin in the house?"

Dean noticed the other person's expression and realized something, "So he's not dead, right?"

"He's alive and well." Holden got up and took a deep breath, "And he's not as unlucky as you, except for a slight burn on the skin, a 'high temperature hair removal' all over his body, a slight fracture of the bridge of his nose, and an injury to his right ankle , he is very healthy, and his physical condition exceeds 90.00% of middle-aged men."

Efforts are not in vain!

Dean clenched his fists excitedly, grinned his teeth in pain, and the smile on his face turned into surprise,
"Wait, you said he is healthier than most middle-aged men? How is that possible? I remember he was on fire. And isn't he already terminally ill? Even if he survived the fire by chance, he would The days are numbered."

"I didn't believe this conclusion at first, and even Alvin himself couldn't accept it." Holden said, "So we asked the doctor to check it several times. It was determined that there was no sign of cancer cells in his body. A lot of young people want to 'clean'."

Holden expressed complex emotions,

"He has completely recovered and he can live at least two to 30 years."

Dean opened his mouth, looking at the night sky outside the window, and remained silent for a long time.

A cancer patient not only survived the fire, but recovered from his illness.

When did a dangerous flame become a healing fire?
This sounds like a lie made up by magic sticks to deceive believers.

"To be honest, I don't know whether I should believe the superstitions of the two of you, but this is an out-and-out medical miracle." Holden's confusion flashed away, and he immediately recovered his shrewdness, "Since you Already awake, I'll call Alvin in, and you can talk to him yourself."

Dean was a little hard to understand.

After spending a long time talking, Holden still regarded everything as superstition.

Why is such a well-informed fbi as if he has never seen a supernatural incident, and he has been involved in two in just two months.

This is not normal.

"By the way, Dean, I have to say thank you. You burned a house, but found Panon's charred body, plus the evidence I collected from Alexander's hometown, it can almost prove this old thing... the most important thing As a matter of fact, Alvin also agreed to return to Compton to be a witness, and the Blood Gang case was settled."

Holden gave him a thumbs up,

"You two solved two unsolved cases with your crazy moves, well done!"

"I did a good job, then reimburse me for the cost of the action." Dean made a decisive request,
"What? I can't hear you."

"Listen, Holden, my thousand dollars must be reimbursed."

"I remember, I'll bring you a hot dog with fried onions tomorrow morning."

Holden strode out the door.

Shet!

Dean raised his middle finger at his back and smiled.

The results seem to be fine.

……

Alvin clasped his knees with his hands, sitting in a daze on the chair beside the hospital bed. He was dressed in a hospital gown, with a shiny bald head and no eyebrows. It looked a little funny, but he had a little more healthy blood than before, and he was no longer sick and pale. .

Apart from a plaster cast on his right ankle and a slight redness between the bridge of his nose and his neck, the injuries were much less serious than Dean's.

In addition, he has an impressive and unique temperament——

Escaping from the claws of death, he was favored by the goddess of luck.

"So, what happened in the attic?"

"Dean...you are different from Holden, we have experienced life and death together, so I will not hide it from you." Alvin patted the cover and sighed, "I saw the ghost of Panon in the attic."

Dean glanced at the system, and the progress of the investigation began to increase slowly, and he suddenly became excited.

Is now witnessing their end?
"That old thing carved a lot of terrible black runes on the skin of Panon's corpse, and then sealed him in the black mud bed in the attic to control its ghost." A trace of hatred flashed in Alvin's cloudy eyes meaning,
"So the person we're looking for has been hiding under our noses?" Dean was taken aback, "I should have smashed that bed long ago, so there wouldn't be so many troubles behind!"

"No, buddy, you've done enough, you've helped me a lot," Alvin said gratefully, "If you hadn't severely injured Alexander below, I would have died in the hands of Panon."

Alvin suddenly lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists,
"When he regained his senses, I realized that even though more than 20 years have passed, my stupid brother Pannon never blamed me for abandoning his ugly behavior. He has been waiting for me in the house..."

Alvin squeezed his knees tightly and gritted his teeth, "I went too late...too late."

"Dude, don't beat yourself up, anyway, you met Parnon at the last minute and reunited him with his loved ones."

Dean looked at the progress of 90.00% eight,
"And I have avenged you, the evil soul of Alexandre Raphael is gone!"

There was a brief silence in the ward, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Back to the point, I remember you were on fire, why didn't you get hurt?" Dean asked,

"I don't know, but I remember how I felt at that time..." Alvin looked up at the white ceiling and blinked in confusion, "There was fire and smoke everywhere, I was holding Panon to die, a burning pillar I fell, I was hit, my eyes went black, and I fell into a strange state."

"Obviously I couldn't see anything, I seemed to be in a coma, but I could clearly feel the flames burning quietly between my skin and internal organs."

"Oh? Tell me more specifically." Dean straightened his face and pricked up his ears.

A strange look suddenly bloomed in Alvin's blue eyes, and there was a touch of touching power in his voice,

"At that moment, when I was caught in the flames, something was crowding my brain."

"It's a chaotic awareness between death and life."

"I could feel my body melting."

"It was as if I had melted into a liquid and flowed into another place under the flames, hidden deep and covered with a vibrant green,"

"The air smells rich and earthy, the leaves and shrubs sway with a fresh fragrance..."

Dean gave Alvin a strange look. Was this hallucination before death?
How can one see a forest in flames?
"This place under the fire makes me feel very warm and intimate, like home, like my final destination."

"My brother Panon is waving to me among the vines, green leaves, and wicker." Alvin's mouth curved slightly,

"I could feel him wrapping his arms around me."

"I even felt a trace of our father and mother. David and his mother who had never met were standing beside him."

Alvin looked at the void and made an emotional statement, sharing joy and excitement,
"They are all in the forest under the flames. As long as I let go and take a step closer, the four of us, my parents, my brother, and I will all enter that forest."

"Finally merged into one, wrapped in the care and love of the family all the time."

"I was tired and I'd been waiting for relief so I did, I let it go and I said 'come on, take me'."

The voice suddenly stopped,

"And then I woke up."

Alvin by the hospital bed covered his mouth, weeping uncontrollably, as if he lost the whole world.

"I can still feel that David, Panon, and my mother are still in that forest. They care and love me more than before."

"But I clearly promised... I won't abandon Panon again... I didn't do it..."

Dean looked at his companion with shrugging shoulders, and wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder.

But the bandaged hands were still out of reach.

In the end, he could only hold up the plank and glance at the other party, confirming that there was nothing abnormal, and reminisce about the mysterious narration just now.

There is only one possibility for Alvin to survive.

The ghost of the autistic brother Panon chose to sacrifice himself between life and death to protect his brother, Alvin, who had been separated for more than 20 years.

It's like once facing a speeding car and blocking my younger brother.

This time, Parnon stood in front of him again, saving him from the flames and, by chance, cured his terminal illness.

Panon himself turned into fly ash?
Or really went under the flames, that incredible forest?
A strange feeling arose in Dean's heart.

Is Alvin's experience a unique near-death experience, or is there indeed such a magical place.

Another space, latitude?
A forest full of life, like a paradise.

The dead family members, the ghosts of the dead live there.

Dean couldn't be sure, lost in thought.

But at this moment, after listening to this passage.

The progress of the investigation is finally full.

A reminder flashed in front of my eyes——

"You witnessed the end of brothers Alvin Garcia and Panon Garcia."

"The progress of the incident is [-] percent."

"You can withdraw rewards at any time."

……

"Damn me...it should be me..."

Alvin whispered,
"Hey, buddy, don't you understand? It's not that you broke your promise, but Panon pushed you away." Dean persuaded, "Think about it carefully, you survived a terrible fire and got rid of the serious illness , Recovering health, might not be the last gift from your family."

"I'm 100 percent sure," Dean looked into his eyes, "that they all want you to start a new life, decent, healthy, and happy."

"Finally, when you are old enough, leave this world and go to 'that forest' to reunite with them, and share all the joy and happiness you have gained from your new life with your loved ones."

"Parnon saved me? Sharing joy and happiness?"

Alvin thought about this sentence over and over again, suddenly there was a gleam in his eyes, and he said to himself,

"I want to live a good life, and when I see them in the future, I can share joy and happiness."

Dean nodded.

The companion found a new purpose, regained hope, and he seemed to be healed.

The strong psychological pressure from the battle with Alexander Raphael was also greatly relieved.

"What's your plan next?"

"It's my turn to fulfill my promise. I will accompany Holden to Compton to testify against the criminals of the Blood Gang."

Alvin's eyes became firm,
"Then trying to figure out how to rebuild my home on top of that burned-out wreckage, Holden said there's still a lot of money left in Parnon's bank account."

"As long as the property and estate tax arrears are paid off and the estate tax is paid off, I'll be able to own it again."

"Congratulations, make good use of the start-up capital of the new life!" Dean smiled gratifiedly, picked up an apple and took a bite, and the two smiled at each other.

The depression and sadness of the past disappeared at this moment.

Dean mused,
"I have another question. Since Alexander killed Panon first, who killed this old guy? Do you have a clue?"

Alvin rubbed his temples and thought hard for a while, then suddenly,

"When I woke up this time, I had a lot of strange memories belonging to Panon in my mind."

"So miraculous?"

"Well, the situation was too bizarre so I didn't tell Holden—Parnon's ghost saw the murderer, and he suddenly pushed open the door of Room 369 one night two years ago."

"Alexander was tormenting the ghost of Panon in the living room, and he didn't have time to react. The whole person seemed to be immobilized and remained motionless."

Alvin looked into the void as if there was a book written there,

"The man stood at the door, never stepped into the door, did not make any movement, Alexander's neck was bent 180 degrees in an instant, his two eyeballs filled with nerves and flesh flew out of the eye sockets, and flew into the man's Palm." Alvin's voice was trembling, "That man killed in less than five seconds, as easily as crushing an ant."

"Wait, are you sure the murderer broke Alexander's neck from a distance, and took out two eyeballs from a distance."

"That's right! He took those bloody eyeballs and left without leaving a trace."

"And after the death of Alexander Raphael, the ghost board in the attic lost its owner, sucked his and Panon's souls in, and sealed it for two full years."

"Until we summoned them together."

"It's only now that I know that I keep having nightmares in the house, and it was Pannon who warned me to leave immediately through the telepathy between brothers. But he is controlled by Alexander, and he can't express it clearly."

"By the way, the phantom board in your hand is a 'magic weapon' that Alexander regards as life, and it has various special effects against ghosts."

……

"So that's the case, then all the doubts are explained." Dean put the trophy board into his arms, and sorted out a timeline in his mind.

Five years ago, Alexander killed Panon, manipulating his ghost.

Two years ago, Alexander was killed by a foreign superpower, and he himself became a ghost, and was sealed in the ghost board together with Panon.

"What does the murderer look like?"

"Medium build, black hair, full beard, can't see his face clearly, tattered and sloppy clothes, he is a homeless man on the street just like me in the past," Alvin's eyes flashed a trace of fear, and just the words made his lips twitch. Trembling, "He has only one eye intact and a black patch over the other."

"A homeless man with super powers, who has the strength to easily crush Alexander?"

A strong sense of familiarity rose in Dean's heart, as if he had seen this guy before.

"Dude, I think it's best for you not to pursue it any further, and don't tell Holden the truth." Alvin warned solemnly, "That guy is very dangerous. I can feel from my memory that he has more power than a psychic. The master must be unimaginable, powerful, and mysterious!"

"I remember!"

Dean slapped his knee suddenly, hissing again in pain,
"One-eyed bum, isn't that Tym?"

tym -

More than a month ago, he haunted the Barca disco and provided Dean with crucial clues, allowing him to kill Bob Lowe!
But later, Dean went to look for it again, but he couldn't find anyone.

"Tym is a powerful psychic, and it was a coincidence that I crossed paths with him again."

"You know me?" Alvin asked.

"I've met once and chatted with him. I feel, just feel, that he doesn't look like a cruel killer." Dean murmured to himself in confusion, "Why did he kill Alexander?"

"There was a clip in my head where Tym muttered something before he left..." Alvin recalled, "'Another Sleepless,' yes, Sleepless."

"Sleepless?" Dean thought of the same mark on the wooden box and the plank, as well as the pale eye.

again?That's more than one.

So the Sleepless is an organization, a supernatural force made up of lunatics who are insane and unable to sleep.

His thoughts turned.

This organization has absorbed people like Alexander, and its behavior is obviously not so decent.

And the tramp Taim is like fire and water with them, hunting and killing this group of people, does he represent the other side, or is he a lone ranger with a sense of justice?

……

The more you ponder.

Dean felt his back getting colder and colder.

The water in this world is deeper than he imagined.

Ordinary people.

Psychic-level ghosts.

A superpower who has a different standpoint and hides.

possible forces.

His fledgling fighting, shooting, and Shadow of the Past are simply not enough to watch.

……

"Taime has paid attention to me, but there is no malice, otherwise he should have done it with his strength."

Dean suddenly recalled the words left in the back alley of the ballroom after Taim disappeared——

"Darkness prefers different kinds, hide it well, don't get too close to it, be careful that there are no bones left."

"He's reminding me to be careful. Looking at it now, this darkness refers to some kind of dangerous supernatural thing."

"But how can I be careful? I'm too weak, I can't do anything but watch."

Dean couldn't figure it out, and he didn't intend to eagerly follow Taim's footsteps. The only thing he could do was to make good use of system events to develop indecently.

Wait until you have a certain amount of self-protection power, and then really enter this mysterious world to find out.

"Alvin, let's stop here tonight, I have to sort out the thoughts in my head. By the way, don't talk about the topic just discussed, understand?"

"Don't worry, I understand, remember to call me if you need anything."

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