Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 130 130. Stories always have villains
"Don't jump!"

Dean shouted and rushed to the side of the bridge, hugging the woman in red's back and hugged the railing.

The woman who was attacked immediately turned her face away as soon as her feet landed on the ground.

This face is just like the facial features described in the book, with sharp yet soft features. Her eyes are like black gemstones washed by morning dew, shining with a charming brilliance. A beauty mole near the corner of her mouth adds another three points of beauty to her.

She was like a throbbing red flame, and she exuded a mind-blowing fragrance, which made Dean's heart beat faster involuntarily for a moment.

"No wonder Marco and his son are obsessed with her."

Dean restrained the strange look in his eyes and said with concern,

"How are you, ma'am?"

"Luben? God bless, you are finally back. I don't know what to do without you during this time!"

The woman threw herself into his arms in surprise, her clear and sweet voice was like a feather floating in his heart, tickling people.

"Why, you don't know me? I'm Mary!"

"I, I'm so happy, I didn't realize it all at once!"

Dean forced a smile, staring at the perfect face in front of him, a strong sense of unreality and stiffness rose in his heart, as if he was enjoying the performance of a realistic AI robot.

That's not what's written in the book either.

According to the plot, it should be he who brought Mary under the tree and introduced himself to each other.

But how did she recognize her identity at a glance?

Dean's thoughts changed, and he suddenly realized that Mary should have met the real Luben. The two knew each other and swore to each other, and spent the first half of the book.

The current plot should officially enter the unknown second half!

But the real Luben was not with the heroine, where did he go?
……

Mary wiped the crystals at the corners of her eyes with her slender fingers, pursed her red lips and looked up at him, "Tell me, how did you escape from the clutches of the devil?"

"What claws? Who took me before?"

Dean's eyelids twitched,
"We fell in love at first sight and decided to get married in Reno. Then we drove across the country together, but before we could start, a human-shaped monster suddenly dropped from the sky and flew away with you." The corner of the woman's mouth was slightly curved and she said longingly. Suddenly her pretty face turned pale and she looked around. Her nervous expression was like a rabbit avoiding natural enemies.

"A flying monster?" Dean's face darkened,
"Why don't you remember anything?" Mary held the skirt in one hand, and ran towards the bridge with one hand around his arm, and said with lingering fear, "I don't know what it is, she looks like a beautiful woman, but she has a pair of huge black wings on her back, and her nails and teeth are shining like awls and hooks."

"Why did she catch me?"

"I do not know either!"

Mary's words fell to the ground.

The familiar "Bobo" sound of water bubbles being popped resounded in the air.

Dean's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he stared at the front with a sullen face.

The moonlight gushed across the dark Virginia Street Bridge like flowing water, and a graceful figure appeared out of thin air at the bridgehead ten meters away.

She stood still without any hair, her body was as beautiful as a statue of Venus, but she had slender and strong anti-bow legs like a werewolf, and a layer of light fluff on the large piece of skin exposed to the air reflected silver light.

And a head of thick and messy long black hair like water plants covered the key parts of her body.

A face was exposed in the black hair, with high cheekbones and clear lines, not delicate, but with a wild charm,

The thin lips were smeared with bright red lip gloss, as if dripping blood.

And a pair of eyes were big and bright, but black like a demon possessed, with no trace of the whites, staring coldly at Dean.

The whole person exudes a poisonous and deadly beauty.

Sweat broke out on Dean's forehead, and he woke up seven minutes from the drunkenness, and then summoned the "ghost" armor to wrap around his body.

His eyes swept across the woman's bony fingers covered with black pointed nails, and the toes were like sharp little hooks, very dangerous.

What the hell is this?

"Run, Luben! It's going to catch you!" Mary's pretty face tensed and Radian stood in front of him.

But this action irritated the woman opposite, she opened her bright red lips, and her fine and disordered teeth clicked and crisscrossed.

Growl——

A piercing sound wave swept through the air and brushed over the bodies of Dean and Mary. The two of them seemed to have been hit on the head with a hammer. They were dizzy, and there was a trace of fishy sweetness in their throats and noses, and they froze in place motionless!
A pair of huge, pitch-black periosteum-covered wings sprouted from the back of the naked woman like a balloon, and her anti-arched thighs were compressed like springs, and then suddenly released.

She jumped up and flew over the bridge.

Huhu——

In the dark night, a magnificent banner inlaid with bone spurs was unfurled.

Membrane flaps.

The air flow was violent.

The half-man, half-bat woman hung in the air for a second, and then fell towards the ground with a gust of wind.

In a blink of an eye, Dean pushed Mary away in front of him, and then his shoulders shook, and he flew into the air out of control.

A pair of claws on the woman's feet hooked his shoulders, leading him away from the bridge like a gust of wind, rushing into the depths of the night, leaving only the girl in red calling sadly on the bridge.

Bat Banshee flies Dean down the Truckee River.

The bone-piercing gust of wind slapped his cheeks and skin, strong cold air flowed into his nostrils, and the wind whistled in his ears.

Everything crouched beneath him, and the buildings along the Truckee River retreated rapidly.

The soul and body are free from the shackles of gravity, soaring freely!

Dean clenched his fists and let them go.

To find Luben, he must walk with the monster.

Less than 1 minutes.

The monster flicked its wings for a moment, turned its flying body, and fell headlong into a dark hole by the Truckee River, then let go of its claws and threw Dean onto the wet ground.

The latter instantly rolled on the ground to distance himself, facing the monster, and vigilantly opened the perspective of God.

With a perception of up to 13, Dean can maintain a certain amount of vision in the dark.

The surroundings are dark and damp, and there is an unpleasant smell of garbage in the air. The ground is covered with stagnant water that submerges the soles of the feet, and green moss and aquatic plants grow on the round side walls.

In the depths of the tunnel, there was even a faint glimmer of light.

"Strange, how could there be a tunnel near here?"

According to common sense, the police and detectives have already searched it countless times.

It's only possible that this hole, like Mary and Batgirl, appeared out of thin air!
Without waiting for him to continue thinking.

Standing at the entrance, Batgirl twisted her shoulders, retracting the huge shield-like wing membranes into the two scars on her back.

The fluff around her body also began to slowly fade away, revealing a smooth skin like silk, and a good figure with protruding front and back.

Not to mention, it looks sexy in the dark.

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?!"

Dean asked cautiously.

But Batgirl didn't answer, and raised her pointed chin at him, signaling him to continue walking in.

Dean's eyes flickered, and he slowly receded to the little fire in the depths of the tunnel.

And the monster just looked straight at him, with a faint trace of greed and violence in its dark eyes.

……

After turning a few turns in the cramped darkness, Dean came to a slightly drier open space at the end of the tunnel.

Surrounding walls and ceilings are covered with grotesquely shaped milkstones and moss.

A warm and bright bonfire was burning in the middle of the clearing, and an unkempt man sat near the bonfire in a daze.

He was wearing a black rotten windbreaker like a blanket, flaxen messy hair hanging over his ears and the back of his neck, because he hadn't bathed for too long, his wrists, cheeks, and the exposed skin were as dirty as if he had touched a layer of mud, and he exuded this faint rancid smell, more sloppy than a homeless man.

And there was a pile of small bones lying at his feet, fish and mice could be seen, and beside the bones was a cement bucket filled with dirty water.

The moment he saw him, Dean's investigation progress jumped to 60.00%!

"Luben?" Dean called out.
The man's shoulders trembled visibly, he turned his head, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, opened his mouth wide, and shouted with a strong nasal voice like a bad cold,
"Shet! Am I dazzled... I never wrote this plot, it's impossible for outsiders to get in, who are you?!"

He yelled and grabbed a torch in front of him, propped up his bony body covered in dirt, like a sewer savage,
"Don't be afraid, I'm a private detective specially hired by your father, Marco Van Helsing... Dean," he spread his hands to indicate that he was not malicious,

"Marco sent you to find me?" Lu Ben's bearded face softened slightly, his eyes swept over Dean's face, and he was stunned by the familiarity like looking in a mirror, "You, why do you look exactly like me!"

"It's fake, it's been disguised with special effects makeup." Dean patted his face, and said sincerely, "Nowadays, the makeup industry is all high-tech, enough to make fake ones look like real ones, even ugly monsters can be painted as beautiful as gods."

"And you are the author of "Ruben Van Helsing", you should know that if I want to find you, I must first pretend to be you, and then come to the Virginia Street Bridge at a specific time to trigger the plot in your book."

"That's right, as long as you follow the pattern in the book, you can trigger the plot. But it's too incredible." Lu Ben's black eyes turned, and he lowered the torch pointing at Dean, "How did you think of it?"

Lu Ben looked around at Dean's own face,

"It's not a big deal. I've seen other more bizarre and dangerous things." Dean felt relieved from the dissipated hostility. He sat by the campfire and warmed his cold hands. "In short, we are friends rather than enemies. Now, I hope you can answer me a few questions honestly."

"Ask." Lu Ben sat down across from him, and handed over a wooden skewer with blackened barbecue meat stuck in it. "Come on?"

You can clearly see the "duck neck"'s big eyeballs that are dying, and the crispy black tail.

"Thanks, I'm not hungry now." Dean politely pushed the grilled mouse skewer away, "Have you been staying here for the past six months?"

"Half a year? That's about the same as the time I calculated. Well, I've never left the tunnel." Lu Ben touched the horizontal bars on the wall and nodded.

"How did you survive?"

"The Bat Banshee brings me food and drinks every day, mice or fish...Although it looks scary and unacceptable, it tastes a bit like chicken after roasting. It's crunchy, and it's no problem to fill my stomach." Lu Ben's face was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial life.

A flash of surprise flashed in Dean's eyes. This guy is very adaptable. He was locked in such a dirty, humid, and dark place, and he could only eat rats and fish every day, but his spirit was still normal.

"I've only read the first half of your autobiography. I saw you rescued Mary who jumped off the bridge, but I haven't read the second half," Dean asked. "What the hell is that bat monster?"

"Have you ever heard a saying? Good things take time," Lu Ben raised his eyebrows, and explained solemnly, "How can love be smooth sailing, and it can only become stronger after going through some hardships."

"..." Dean lowered his head, his darkened face was illuminated by the bonfire.

Lu Ben turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to share his creative motivation calmly, while gnawing on the skewers.

“And most fiction stories have a villain, so I created a villain, a fictional monster, based on the bat that haunted the Virginia Street Bridge, and added a little bit of fantasy—”

"Part of the woman who dropped the ring on the bridge didn't want to jump into the river to commit suicide."

"As for these women who jumped into the river, not everyone was as lucky as Mary to meet a hero like me. They fell into the water and drowned in the river."

"The unwillingness and resentment in their hearts gathered near the bridge, lingered for decades, and finally possessed a bat and turned into a bat banshee."

"She was jealous of Mary, who was saved by me, and longed for a new relationship. So when Mary and I were about to start a new life, she took me away, imprisoned us in a secret tunnel, and came to torture me every night, forcing me to submit, and tempting me to mate."

Mention mating.

Lu Ben's hoarse voice paused, his eyes behind bangs were serious,

"This is a test of my loyal love with Mary. I will never give in to the threat of monsters."

"Do you think you are the Romeo written by Shakespeare?" Dean grinned, showing his pale teeth, and clenched his fists. "Wouldn't it be nice to write a sweet love story? I have to make unnecessary efforts to bury myself in danger."

"Before this book, I didn't know that what I wrote would become reality!"

A stubborn expression bloomed on Luben's dirt-covered face, and he looked at Dean without flinching.

"Forget it, the awakening of superpowers is irregular, and I don't blame you." Dean stretched out his hand towards him, "Come on, leave this ghost place with me, and go meet Mary and your father Marco!"

"NO," Lu Ben shook his whizzing hair, and said with a little hope, "According to the plot in the book, I will stay here for a full year before I can finally reunite with Mary."

"How did you deal with that monster half a year later?" Dean was a little puzzled, "Also, how did you write the ending of this book?"

Lu Ben scowled, and remained silent for the first time, obviously not wanting to mention the ending.

A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes.

In any case, this guy with a cramped brain can't be allowed to stay any longer, after all, there are still three or four days left in the event time limit.

"Are you sure you have to wait for half a year? Your father, Marco, can't wait that long!" Dean regretted,

"What's wrong with that stubborn old man?" Lu Ben's tone trembled, and he became nervous.

"He was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long ago, and he is now lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital. According to the doctor, he can live for a month or two at most." Dean said sorry to Marco in his heart, "If you go back in half a year, you will only see his tombstone."

"I still remember Marco lying on the hospital bed and begging me to rescue you, even if I lose everything!"

At this moment, even the bushy beard and mud streaks couldn't hide the uneasiness and fear on Lu Ben's face. He couldn't help breaking a wooden stick, throwing it into the fire,

"It's less than a year old, so we can't get out. Batwoman strictly abides by the settings in the book, guards the exit, and never allows us to leave, and I have not set other exits."

Dean mused,
"Then let's sneak out while it's out looking for food."

"As long as I leave the range of the campfire, it can sense it immediately."

"Follow my ass and I'll fix it myself!"

"Detective Dean, I advise you not to die. It is a supernatural monster that I have spent many years designing with reference to vampires, Frankenstein, gargoyles, and bats."

"Not only can it fly, it's as fast as lightning, and it has mastered special sonic attacks. The most important point..." Lu Ben said proudly, "There is no way to completely destroy it with conventional attack methods."

"Even if you have Superman's Cyclops and burn it to ashes, it can be reborn from the ashes very quickly, because its nature is not a normal life form."

"..."

"Why did you make the villain so powerful?"

"The guys in the publishing house always think that my writing is old-fashioned, so I will innovate and give them a little surprise." Lu Ben said seriously, "The more difficult the villain is, the more indestructible the relationship between me and Mary will be."

Dean rubbed his temples, "Didn't you give the Bat Demon a fatal weakness?"

"There is one." Luben said hesitantly,
"Then you're not really stupid, what's your weakness?"

"True love." Lu Ben's eyes shone with a holy light, "The Bat Banshee was born out of the resentment and jealousy of the women who threw themselves into the river and died. Only true love can melt the ice in its heart, make it relieved, relieved, and disappear."

"We two men, where can we find true love?" Dean's voice became suppressed like a volcanic eruption,
"It doesn't have to be the love between a man and a woman. According to the setting in my book, as long as it feels warm, family affection is fine too. It can comfort it and overcome it!" Lu Ben argued,
"I can't treat you as a godson and give you some fatherly love. Can the bat banshee understand our conversation?"

"According to the setting, she can only understand simple conversations. Our conversations are too complicated for her to understand."

"I can't control that much anymore, let me introduce its abilities in detail, and when it comes in to mate with you, I will do it!"

(End of this chapter)