Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 58. The Invitation to Travel

"Well...comfortable..."

Dean woke up the next day feeling refreshed, the ghost Alexander's nightmare was gone, and the wound no longer hurt so badly.

"The effect was immediate."

Dean glanced at the system, balance meditation lv0 (1/100),

"It took a total of three hours to meditate, plus trial and error, and the proficiency increased by 1 point. The efficiency is not bad."

But the process was quite disturbing.

In the first hour, the more I wanted to enter the state of emptiness, the more irritable and distracted I became. I couldn't even sit still, let alone visualize stars.

However, this skill does have its own unique features.

After a difficult half an hour, he gradually calmed down and completely relaxed his body. He didn't have any thoughts in his mind, and he vaguely felt the breathing and the vigorous vitality that moved with his body.

Although I can't meditate on a star that matches my compatibility.

But this state of ecstasy is infinitely useful, as if his body and mind have been washed, and his negative emotions have been completely discharged.

The mood maintained a touch of joy.

……

"Is it better?" Holden and Alvin, who was on crutches, pushed the door in, and put the hot dog with onions and two boxes of milk on the bedside table.

Another thick folder was put down.

"It won't take more than a month to heal." Dean grabbed the sandwich and swallowed it. "Bring two more beef pies later."

Holden smiled enviously, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, "Tomorrow, Alvin and I will go to Compton, Los Angeles to stay for a month or two, re-collect and sort out the prosecution materials, and deal with the bastards of the Blood Gang."

As he said that, he slapped the folder on Dean's thigh, "Your background check has passed, take this time to take a good look at the training materials for LVPD volunteers, and go to the training when you recover from your injury, and you can officially start the job if you pass it."

Dean opened it casually, on-site first aid, law... strange and familiar.

"Although you not only burned down a house, but also injured yourself all over, the result is good, and there are no serious illegal or criminal acts." Holden patted Dean on the shoulder, and a flash of approval and enthusiasm flashed in his eyes. Encouragement, "We will cooperate again when there is a task next time."

Dean nodded. He still needs the other party's channels to provide incidents and assist in basic information investigations, but——

"Holden, would you like to reimburse me for the account before you leave? The last purchase of supplies was more than 700 knives, plus the monthly subsidy of [-] knives you promised, a total of [-] knives with a change, check or remittance? "

Holden's face froze, the hand that patted Dean's shoulder hung in the air, and then he paid the check for a thousand dollars in pain.

Dean's savings went back up to eighteen hundred dollars.

……

The following week was uneventful, and Holden took Alvin to Los Angeles.

Dean lived alone in the ward. While studying the information of the volunteers, he repeatedly tempered his spirit, summoned the "Shadow", and watched it fly around the ward with a hissing sound of breaking through the air while driving the shackles.

He has a sense of exhilaration of using a remote control to control a drone in later generations, but it is a super-powered version.

In addition, Dean finally discovered another effect of the ghost board - as long as the "shadow" lives in it, it will stack an automatic cultivation buff.

Every 24 hours, proficiency increases by 1 point.

This is several times more efficient than the previous increase in a few days. In less than three months, "Shadow of the Past" can be upgraded!
……

Every time he ran out of energy by manipulating the "Kibanpai" drone, Dean took up a balance meditation.

After the meditation, the spirit will be full again, and then continue to refine the spirit.

This forms a virtuous circle.

Because he was recuperating and unable to exercise vigorously, he spent more than twelve hours a day in meditation, four rounds, that is, four points of proficiency.

In just one week, balance meditation came to lv0 (28/100)
As the meditation progressed, he could faintly see a faint star, and he could feel a weak but unbreakable connection between himself and this star.

Every meeting, there is a wonderful joy born from the heart.

Without outside interference, Dean can meditate alone for a summer vacation.

……

A few days later, two familiar visitors came to the ward.

"I've convinced you, and it didn't take long before I got hurt all over again." Last put a thermos of "red ginseng minced meat soup" on the bedside table, and reached out to touch Dean, who had just grown less than one centimeter. , Close to bald hairstyle.

"A little injury, it's okay."

Dean pushed his hand away, gave him a death-threatening look, opened the thermos and drank.

"It's not a bit of an injury." Ruster withdrew his hand, and looked at his friend's new look with great interest.

"A bald head suits you very well. It is more pleasing to the eye than the previous short black hair. If you go to school like this, you are guaranteed to be warmly welcomed by all the girls in the school."

"Warm welcome? It's better to sit in the lane and laugh."

"Rast didn't lie to you." Britney showed a hint of appreciation in her eyes, and handed Dean a peeled apple. "The bald head looks more mature and individual."

Dean's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Even a good girl said that, could it be that a bald head really suits me?

"Is this a burn?" Britney suddenly turned pale.

There was an ugly scar the size of a fingernail on the back of Dean's right hand that stuck out the quilt.

"Ah."

"Will it subside in the future?" Ruster showed a worried expression, "And said it will always be so difficult...obvious?"

"It's normal for a man to be a little bit injured." Dean looked out the window casually, "Scars are a symbol of growth."

"If Caroline sees your wounds, I don't know how distressed she will be."

Britney sighed.

When she mentioned this, Dean couldn't help but miss that blonde girlfriend with double ponytails, and he suddenly disappeared for almost a month.

"Don't talk about me, Caroline, how are they promoting?"

"It's going well, Tears in Heaven's sales are pretty good..." Britney recalled, "At present, they just finished running in Nevada, and they should be in Portland, Oregon."

"She was too busy to touch the ground, and she didn't know that you were injured and hospitalized, so she didn't come to see you."

"I understand." Dean nodded,
"By the way, buddy, how soon will you be better."

"The doctor said it's late July, what's up?"

Rust and Britney exchanged a tacit look,

"In order to prevent you from being too boring in the hospital alone, starting tomorrow, the two of us will come to give you a nutritious breakfast every morning, and review math and science with you by the way."

"The first half of next year is the time to decide on the university. You should work hard with us."

"I don't need it, I can take care of myself alone."

"Don't be stubborn, Grace has solemnly told me to deliver the delicacies she cooks to you every day, otherwise I will be scolded to death by her when I go back!"

"Don't refuse, Grace always whispers in my ear, if Lake Mead didn't have you to come forward, she would lose a son, she must thank you very much, otherwise she will feel sorry."

"Besides, who told you to be my good brother?" Rust smiled sincerely and put his arm around Dean, "How could I let you lie in the hospital alone? The saddest and lonely thing in life is nothing more than a People were hospitalized."

Dean's expression was helpless, but his heart felt warm, and the trace of unhappiness just now disappeared.

"If you two don't think I'm a light bulb, then come."

"Well. There is one more thing I will inform you in advance. When you recover and leave the hospital, it happens to be Britney's birthday..." Last paused, and continued, "At that time, you have to take a long trip with us to relax , by the way, to celebrate Britney's birthday."

"Wait, why go far away? I didn't agree."

Ruster didn't seem to hear his rebuttal, and made arrangements incessantly,

"Because the last Lake Mead incident still left a shadow, we chose a farther destination this time. From Las Vegas, we drove all the way west, to somewhere in the middle of the Sierra Nevada, hiking, climbing and camping. In the evening, then head west to Santa Monica Beach."

"Brother, some of Britney's best friends are going too, we need you in your Bronco. Don't worry, they're all good-natured, 'nerds' like us, and you're sure to make friends with them. "

"Stop! Don't you think that a group of high school students will be in danger if they go to such a remote place?"

"So we need you, the kung fu master, to 'escort' me, please." Rust clasped his hands together and begged, "Britney has always wanted to go there, and it's her 19th birthday soon , I want to help her realize this wish. It will take up to a week of your time."

Dean glanced at Britney, this good girl blinked her big eyes with a flattering expression.

"The summer vacation is not complete without a trip to the far country. We are all young people. We can't just keep shooting, muscle, and training in our minds all day long. Only relaxing and socializing occasionally is a healthy life!" Last tried his best persuade,

Dean's eyes turned, and he was also a little anxious to move, not to mention that a week is not too long,
"alright."

"Yeah!" Ruster turned around and gave Britney a high-five, scooped a spoonful of soup from the thermos and sent it to his companion's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth and taste the soup that Grace prepared for you, it's good for your body It is especially effective in the weak."

"Don't be so nasty, put the spoon down, I have hands and a mouth, I can drink by myself."

(End of this chapter)