Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 123 123. Ruben Van Helsing

The warm and old hut is still the dining table covered with a light yellow tablecloth.

The light illuminates roasted chicken with sizzling oil, grilled beef tongue covered with sauce, steaming polenta, and fried starfish in yellow and orange with "artistic" shapes, and other special delicacies.

Three people sat around the dining table.

Dean glanced at the two people on the opposite side. Tribeca, who was wearing a woolen shawl and a long skirt with tropical prints, and whose hair had been carefully combed, was surrounded by a strange old man.

He is more than 1.9 meters tall, with a thin build, wearing jeans, casual shoes, and a large black coat.

His flaxen-colored short hair with traces of silver was parted with pomade. He had a high nose bridge, high cheekbones, deep wrinkles on his face, and an old-fashioned and serious appearance.

"Tribeca, no wonder you are willing to replace the rice with beans, pork, and rice that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and prepare such a sumptuous meal. Is this a plan to buy me as a coolie?"

He glanced at the old man, grabbed a roasted chicken leg and chewed it. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, tender and juicy, and the mouthful was full of fragrance after one bite.

"Talent and talent are not used often, it is like a long-standing knife and gun will slowly rust. It happens that one of my old buddies is in some trouble, so I will ask you if you have time to deal with it, and use it as exercise?" Cui Becca's kind face was wrinkled with a smile, and she looked at the man beside her, "This is Marco Van Helsing, from Reno."

Reno?

Dean recalled that this place is a city more than 400 miles north of Las Vegas, which also belongs to Nevada.

"I heard from Tribeca that you are a talented private detective who has solved several almost impossible commissions in Las Vegas." The old man smiled at Dean, got up and stretched out his hand, "And I happen to be in a very difficult situation."

His voice was hoarse and full of authority.

Dean raised his eyebrows, and saw Tribeca's gray hair shake, indicating that he hadn't revealed any secrets to him.

"Mr. Marco, right? I'm not a real detective yet. I'm at most a lover of weird events." Dean put down the bare chicken bones, wiped the grease from his hands and the man Stretching out his hand, he immediately noticed several irregularly shaped scars on the back and side of his right palm, "Are you a veterinarian?"

"That's right, how did you find out?" the old man asked,
"These scars are from the bites of small animals." He tapped the back of the opponent's hand. After all, he has learned something after hanging out with Holden for so long.

"Good observation skills." The old man looked at Dean with softer eyes, "I'm fairly famous in Reno, if you have cats and dogs that need treatment, feel free to come to me, look at Tribeca's For your sake, I'll give you a discount."

"Back to the point, my son Luben Van Helsing is missing, I hope you can help find him," the old man took out a photo from his dark wallet and put it in front of Dean.

In the photo is a man in a black windbreaker in his thirties. His height, build, and appearance are roughly similar to those of the old man, but he is much younger. In addition, his temples are slightly sunken, and his lips are angled down, giving him a bitter look.

His cheeks and limbs were tense and stiff, and there was a faint melancholy temperament between his brows, reminiscent of a literary youth.

He tilted his neck slightly, as if he didn't like taking pictures very much.

"How old is your son, and what is his occupation?" Dean picked up the photo and approached it, wondering if he had something to do with the disappearance case. Last time it was Grace, but this time it was a man again.

"Lu Ben is 36 years old this year, working..." the old man pressed his hands on his knees and pinched, his face showing a bit of bitterness, "He is a freelancer, and he has never had a regular job since he graduated from university."

"Then he lived with you before he disappeared?" Dean asked,

The old man hesitated for two seconds,
"He rented an apartment outside, and I pay him some living expenses on a regular basis every month."

Dean smiled inwardly. The 36-year-old young man is still supported by his 60-year-old father. Isn't he the American version of the old man?

Seeing that the old man's face was not looking well, Dean changed the subject,

"How long has Luben been missing? Where did he disappear?"

"One night six months ago, he disappeared after visiting a bar in downtown Reno."

half a year?

"You really think highly of me." Dean immediately took a sip of corn porridge to suppress his shock, "Don't you think it's been too long, it's almost a hundred times the golden detection time, I can guarantee that ninety-nine percent of the evidence is Has disappeared over time or been destroyed artificially, I think there is little hope."

The old man was silent.

"By the way, have you called the police to investigate?" Dean asked again,
"I not only called the police, but also hired two private detectives, posted notices of missing persons, published newspapers, and TV news reports. I tried everything. I spent a lot of money and time, but unfortunately it was useless." Deep in the ravine, his face was as gloomy as water, "My son Lu Ben seems to have evaporated from the world."

Dean also had a serious expression on his face.

"As you know, tens of thousands of people go missing every year throughout the United States, for various reasons, but most of the time, no one has ever seen them, and no so-called detective can find them, not to mention that I'm just an amateur. "

"I see what you mean, the hope is slim, but I still want to try."

The old man raised his head slightly to look into the air, and said,

"My incompetent son did not marry and gave birth to a child for the Van Helsing family. If he is gone, our family will be extinct."

But his slightly red eye sockets and anxious demeanor made his concern palpable,
"If I was twenty years younger and could have children, I wouldn't be so unwilling. Now, I can't give up on him no matter what."

"Son, how about helping him for my sake?" Tribeca reached out and grabbed Dean's hand, a flash of light flashed in her vicissitudes of eyes, "And Marco's ancestors are doing business related to you .Help him, you will never suffer."

business related to me.

Dean's heart moved. Tribeca's career should refer to hunting non-human monsters and legendary species.

Is this Marco van Helsingzu an expert in the field of monsters who has seen supernatural beings?
Marco saw Dean's hesitation, his face straightened, and he made a decisive promise,
"You are the person recommended by Tribeca. I believe you must be very capable. As long as you are willing to help, go to Reno. Whether you can find someone or not, I will pay two thousand dollars for the travel expenses. If you help me find someone Luben, whether you live or die, I will repay you extra heavily."

"I'm a little curious, do you mean banknotes in return?" Dean's heart filled with anticipation,
The old man turned his cloudy eyes, and a trace of pain flashed across his old cheeks.
"The entrustment is very tricky, and the reward will naturally not be stingy. If you find Luben, you can get a reward of [-] US dollars after tax, or choose another reward."

"Well, I heard from Tribeca that you are interested in occultism and some monsters in folklore... and my grandfather, who has passed away for many years, is an expert in this field, and he left several precious antiques and collectibles at home. At that time, you can choose one at will, rest assured, you will never be disappointed."

As the old man's voice fell.

A reminder flashed in front of Dean, you triggered a new event - Reuben van Helsing.

The last male blood of the Van Helsing family has gone missing after a night out at the bar.

His father, Marco van Helsing, has made you a big promise to help find someone.

You need to find out the cause and effect of Luben's disappearance, and at least let Marko see Luben again.

……

Event Difficulty: Unknown (lack of critical information)

Progress (5/100)

Deadline: Undecided

Reward: At least 30 experience points + difficulty reward.

Punishment: none
……

Difficulty unknown?This also means that it may be just an ordinary disappearance, or it may be mixed with mysterious forces, and the risk is not small.

But facing the expectant eyes of the two old men, he thought of the mysterious family collection promised by Marco. In addition, he also planned to leave Las Vegas alone to go around and fill the new skill column.

He couldn't find a reason to refuse,
"May I go and see your ancestor's collection first?"

"Let's wait until the investigation is over." There was a hint of test in the old man's eyes.

"Then entrust me to take over." Dean pondered, "But I can't guarantee that someone will be found, and the time is limited. The investigation will last for a week at most. After a week, I will leave regardless of the result."

Marco exchanged a glance with the relieved Tribeca, nodded heavily,

"I will reimburse all your food, clothing, housing, transportation, and various investigation expenses this week. Without further ado, let's set off right away?"

"Wait a minute, I have to go back and make some preparations," Dean pondered, and if the difficulty of the incident is unknown, he must prepare for the worst.

Therefore, all weapons such as grenades and sniper rifles must also be brought over.

"By the way, instead of flying, I will drive there by myself. From Las Vegas, I can reach Reno in seven or eight hours."

"Then I'll ride with you in the car." The old man said, "Let's talk about the clues we've found on the way."

(End of this chapter)