Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 128 128. Imitation Game
Dean used Marco's home phone to call Tribeca in Las Vegas.

"Dean, I forgot to tell you before." The old lady's gentle voice came from the phone, "Marco, that old guy has a bad temper and is still sick. If you say something offensive to you, you can forgive him. Come on, don't make him mad."

"Don't worry, we got along very well." Dean turned his head and looked at the old man next to him, "Come back to business, I have encountered a problem and would like to ask you for advice."

Dean related his discovery and the resulting guesses.

"Your intuition is still as sharp as ever," Tribeca said in admiration. "Other people would not be able to think of such a possibility even if they tried their best."

"Will the stories in the book happen in reality?" Dean asked,

"I haven't experienced it personally, nor have I heard any witnesses tell it, so I can't give you an exact answer. I can only tell a legendary story as a reference."

Dean perked up,
The woman continued, "A noble ancient king had a dream. He dreamed of an astonishingly beautiful woman, whose dress and temperament were similar to the Harvest Goddess who was respected and loved by the people."

"The king fell in love with her at first sight, and sought out the best painters in the world to describe the appearance of the goddess in his dreams, but unfortunately they couldn't satisfy him."

"So he taught himself painting, honed his painting skills day and night, devoted himself to it, and didn't even bother to take care of state affairs. After more than ten years, he finally restored the alluring appearance of the goddess in his dream."

"On that night, the goddess jumped out of the picture frame, came to reality, and married the king."

……

"This legend is a typical example of fantasy turning into reality. Although it is just a story in my book, I can barely analyze some information for you," Tribeca summed up, "If you want to turn fantasy into reality, It's absolutely impossible for the average person under normal circumstances."

"It has at least three key elements."

"Tell me?" Dean held his breath.

"First of all, the king's status is noble, and his bloodline and background are not ordinary."

"Secondly, the king has a strong obsession, which makes him willing to endure boring and boring, and honed his painting skills piously for more than ten years."

"Thirdly, the objects painted by the king are not mortal objects, but the goddess of harvest. The goddess gathers the beliefs and spirits of many people."

……

Dean kept nodding his head. According to his analysis, if the plot in this book can become a reality, then these three conditions should also be met.

Is Luben obsessed?

I have loved writing since I was a child, and have persisted in writing for more than 30 years. I have lived in a simple apartment and devoted myself to writing. I have been hit by publishing houses many times, but I still don’t give up. This kind of will is not weak.

Second, although the people in Luben's novels are characters created by him based on his mother.

But the place where the story takes place is on the Virginia Street Bridge, a crucial artifact in Reno's divorce history.

In the past, countless divorced couples left their wedding rings on the bridge, and this bridge entrusted them with the blessings and expectations of saying goodbye to the past and embracing a new life, which contains the strong spiritual will of human beings.

Dean believes that even if the spiritual will of nothingness accumulates, it can achieve qualitative change.

As Taim once said - human emotions contain the power to create miracles.

……

Two of the three premises are nearly identical.

The investigation progress jumped to 50.00%!

Dean was certain that Luben, that crappy writer, might have worked a miracle!

Only one last condition remains.

He asked through the microphone,
"Tribeca, how much do you know about Marco's family?"

The woman on the other end of the phone was strangely silent.

Marco couldn't help but speak from behind,

"Do you treat me like air, why ask her? In my impression, our family has been ordinary people for generations, including my father. I have never seen them show any supernatural abilities, but they like to collect some weird things. Broken copper and iron, ancient objects linked to occultism, but most of them have been sold or lost, and there are only three left."

Dean was slightly disappointed, but on second thought, maybe there was some kind of magical item in these collections?
"Can you take me to see these collections?"

"Let me tell you the truth, the remaining three collections were taken away by Luben on the grounds of looking for inspiration, and then disappeared with him." Marko regretted, "You have to find someone first."

As Marco spoke, he grabbed the microphone from Dean's hand, "It's me, ahem, tell me the truth, is the detective you recommended reliable?"

"..."

Dean, who was questioned face to face, froze for a moment, and then comforted himself that geniuses and capable people would inevitably be misunderstood by ordinary people.

……

After hanging up the phone, Marco returned to the sofa in the living room and looked at Dean with complicated eyes, "So, do you think that the dream goddess in the book of road came to the real world and took him away at the Virginia Street Bridge?"

"That's right, can you stop looking at me with that outrageous look..."

"Okay. But as Luben's father, I have no idea that what he wrote can become a reality, otherwise he would have written himself as a billionaire." Marko shook his head,

"You didn't hear Tribeca's explanation. You don't just write what you write. This ability to turn fiction into reality has strict restrictions. In Luben's autobiography, the bridge with profound historical background, the goddess of dreams, and The special plot he created himself just meets the conditions." Dean replied without changing his expression,

"Your words remind me of my experience of going to a mental hospital to communicate with delusional patients." Marco looked concerned,
"As long as Luben can be found, it doesn't matter if I'm crazy?" Dean didn't want to argue anymore, "And you've asked the police and other detectives to conduct a lot of investigations in accordance with conventional methods. Is it useful?"

Marco's face darkened.

"Don't you dare to try my method? If it continues, Luben may not be alive."

"Smart-toothed kid." Marco suppressed the sense of absurdity, and sighed, "Then it's as if the plot in the book has become a reality, how can we find someone?"

"Lu Ben's destination after his disappearance should be written in the second half of his autobiography." Dean calmly analyzed,
Marco shook his head,
"Unfortunately, I don't really have the book, and it's unlikely anyone else will, because it fell into the Truckee River."

Here comes the problem.

The two of them knew nothing about the second half of the plot, so they couldn't find Luben's whereabouts based on this.

What should we do at this time?
……

The hall was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Marco went to pick up two cups of hot tea and waited quietly for the young man opposite.

Dean clasped his hands to support his chin, and a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes.

plop plop...

A steady heartbeat is like the swinging hands of a clock.

Time passed by every second.

At a certain moment, Dean got up from the sofa, walked around the living room a few times, muttering words,
"I'm not Luben, I can never guess what plot he wrote in the second half."

"I'm not him, so I can't guess."

"Then if I were him?" A light flashed in Dean's eyes, as if lightning had torn the fog in his mind, "If I substitute Luben, I become Luben..."

"Speak up, what did you find?" Marco rubbed his ears,

Dean put "Ruben Van Helsing" on the coffee table, turned to one of the plots,
"The plot of Luben's hero saving the beauty happened at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Did you check the Virginia Street Bridge at that time?"

"Even if it wasn't ten times in half a year, there were seven or eight times. I stayed up all night guarding the bridge without closing my eyes," Marco regretted, "but I'm 100% sure that there is no woman in red who wants to jump off the bridge, except Bats, not even a ghost."

……

Dean nodded.

Just going to the Virginia Street Bridge so unprepared must not have discovered it, because it doesn't fit the storyline in the book.

But Dean has the ability to simulate, and can perfectly reproduce the first half of the storyline.

"I changed my shape first, then put on Luben's face, skin, and body shape, and then put on the black trench coat, black straight-leg jeans, and black leather shoes described in the book. If you arrive at the Virginia Street Bridge at two o'clock, will you be able to see the girl in red, and then push the story in the book to continue to develop?"

"Find the whereabouts of the real Luben!"

Just do it!

A flame flashed in Dean's eyes, and there was nothing else he could do!
……

But immediately, a new problem appeared.

If Dean wants to mimic Luben, he first needs to analyze Luben's blood sample, but Luben has been missing for half a year, where can he get the blood?

He looked at Marco with little hope, the old man was looking at him with pity, like a doctor looking at a terminally ill patient,
"Do you have Luben's blood on hand?" Dean asked.

"What do you want to use it for?" Marco looked puzzled, a little unable to keep up with the other party's brain circuit.

"I have my own use. In short, if you want to find your son, you'd better help me."

The old man looked at Dean again with that weird look, and was silent for a long time.

"Well, you are lucky. Luben often drinks heavily. I am worried about his health problems, and I can't persuade him to go to the hospital for a physical examination. So I will draw blood for him every once in a while... My clinic probably There are still some unused samples frozen, but they may have deteriorated for a long time." Dean was surprised and delighted,
"It's bad when it's bad. But aren't you a veterinarian?"

"The medical technology of humans and animals is partly similar."

"Let's go, take me to see!"

(End of this chapter)