Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 132 132. Precious Reality
On the Virginia Street Bridge at night, after the roar of gunfire, everything fell silent again.

"Did you hit it, Dean!" Luben broke the silence,
"Well, but you can't kill it, you can only delay the time." Dean, who was lying on the front cover of the car with a gun, looked at the system, and there was no kill prompt, so even the sniper rifle couldn't completely deal with the Bat Banshee.

"Think of something, Luben, otherwise this guy will keep haunting him forever!"

"According to the setting in the book, only pure love can destroy the Bat Banshee!" Lu Ben and Mary next to him touched their foreheads, and the woman looked at each other with admiration, "I have an idea, lend me the knife to use Dean."

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Marco leaned on the trunk with his right hand, and turned his suspicious eyes between the two, "Love, setting, Bat Banshee, what do you mean?"

But a few people have no time to explain.

Dean jumped off the hood of the car, took out the plank in his arms and handed it over.

Lu Ben carefully slashed his and Mary's fingers with the tip of the shackle, allowing the blood of both sides to mix on the blade, and then the blade surface flashed a coquettish and sharp red color.

"As long as the Bat Banshee is stabbed by it, it will be wiped out and can no longer be resurrected!" Lu Ben handed the knife back to Dean with a serious face, and the latter frowned deeply in absurdity.

The blood mixed by a couple is the so-called magic weapon, is it really effective?

But don't let Dean think too much.

There was a strong wind in the night sky, and suddenly there was a whirring sound of flapping wings behind everyone.

As soon as they turned around, they saw a naked woman flying out of a low forest. The fine down on the skin shone silver in the moonlight.

Blood was still flowing from the terrifying blood hole made by a sniper rifle in the middle of his chest.

As soon as she jumped out, without a pause, she swooped towards the crowd with all her teeth and claws.

That wild and charming face was getting bigger and bigger, showing an ugly bat-like nose, a big mouth that opened to the ears, and a mouth full of ragged and messy teeth.

The fishy wind exhaled from it makes people want to vomit.

Just come!

Dean clenched the blood-stained plank in his hand, and threw it up against the Bat Banshee.

A little bit of cold star flickers.

The Jiban draws a silver-white straight line, and hits the bat monster's neck with a puff, drawing blood.

The blood on the blade poured into the body along the wound, like a narcotic poison!
Pfft!
The heavy object fell to the ground!

The galloping body of the bat monster suddenly stopped, as if hitting a wall of air, and fell on the grass beside the bush. The strong inertia led her to continue to slide forward for a certain distance.

In the flying grass, she slammed into Bronco who was parked on the side of the road.

The car shuddered.

She lay face-to-face behind the car, motionless.

The four people beside the car have different expressions,
Luben and Mary cuddled tightly, holding their breath, surprised and unbelievable, the enemy who had troubled them for half a year died so easily?

Marko's withered right hand stroked his chest, and his wrinkled old face stared in horror at the woman with bat wings not far from the car.

I swallowed my saliva.

How could a good love story suddenly turn into a fantasy story?
Dean's tense face did not relax at all.

A strong uneasiness in my heart was like the sword of Damocles hovering above my head, ready to strike down at any time!

"Stay away!"

The three subconsciously obeyed the order and quickly moved away. Dean immediately took out the MP5 from the car, put the gun in his arms and put it on his shoulder, aiming at the corpse five meters away.

Da da da--

Flames spewed from the muzzle of the black hole.

White smoke billowed, gunfire was deafening, and the rainstorm-like barrage accurately covered the monster's left batwing, piercing and tearing a layer of film between the joints, and a large number of pitted bullet holes appeared on the ground.

At the same time, the Shadow of the Past manipulated the bloody shackles to cut wildly at its right wing, forcibly cutting off the largest piece of film, making it look like a tattered and leaky flag.

……

Dean poured out a magazine like a storm, clicked click, and waving his hands and fingers quickly, replaced the spare magazine.

But he paused smoothly.

roar!

A roar washes the night sky,
A terrifying shock wave erupted centered on the bat monster, uprooting pieces of lawn and blowing them into the night sky.

It pierced the eardrums of the four people present.

Shadow spontaneously pushed Dean to roll on the ground.

next second.

The bat monster rushed towards Luben and the others like a four-legged beast!

Howling, broken bones, blood spilled.

...

When Dean woke up from the dizziness.

Marco moaned in cold sweat with his back against the car, his right arm was softly stuck to the side and twisted into a twisted shape, the broken bone at the elbow pierced the skin and exposed it to the air, dripping with blood.

Mary was leaning against a palm tree, her face pale, clutching a terrible wound between her collarbone and her neck. The blood was gushing out frantically, which set off the red dress that was close-fitting even more vividly.

She gasped in pain, but her eyes were fixed on the front, and she repeated mechanically, "Lu Ben, Lu Ben."

In front, the Bat Banshee ran towards the bridge with Lu Ben under her armpit, as if she was holding a kite frame. She flapped her wings and wanted to fly, but Dean had already scratched the wing membrane, leaving almost a bare skeleton, unable to fly at all.

……

Dean leaned on the front cover of the car, operated the sniper rifle again, removed the scope, and aimed at the Bat Banshee in the distance at close range.

boom!
The sound waves emptied, and a pale air flow appeared in the midair.

The body of the running bat monster suddenly trembled, and with a wail, the left calf instantly broke and twisted.

She lost speed and limped towards the bridge.

Dean jumped out of the car, and while striding to chase, he chased Batbanshee's back with an mp5.

The small half of the bullet hit the target, and then got stuck by the tough skin on the Batmonster's back, unable to go deep!
Dean was worried about accidentally hurting Luben, so he stopped shooting and chased after him like lightning.

They stepped onto the Virginia Street Bridge one after the other, and the Bat Banshee hugged Luben against the bridge guardrail, rushed behind Dean and bared his teeth fiercely and growled.

Dean slowly approached each other to shorten the distance.

50 m.

40 m.

Roar!
The awl-like sharp right claw of the bat monster rested on Luben's neck with a pale face, and then swung his chin, signaling Dean to back away. He took a deep breath, slowed down his steps, and did not dare to approach recklessly.

"Leave me alone, Dean, let it take me away!" Lu Ben, who was stuck in the neck of the owner, shouted forcefully, "According to the plot, I will be able to escape in half a year. Go back and take care of Marco and Mary!"

"Shut up, brat, I can't let you be a hero here!" Panting heavily, the old man staggered not far behind Dean, his cheeks were wrinkled like orange peels due to the pain of fracture, his red eyes turned to the ferocious monster, and he straightened his back,

"This...beautiful lady, what is the use of taking away such a waste with no money and no status? Let Lu Ben go, and I will go with you! I opened a clinic, and I am barely a rich man."

roar!

The dark pupils of the Batwoman swirled between Luben and Marco, and her expression became more and more irritable and restless, but the private detective who had suffered enough for her and even died once was staring at him with cold eyes like a poisonous snake, as if preparing to launch a thunderous blow.

The intuition of crisis made Bat Banshee dare not act rashly.

"Go away, old man, go back and run your clinic well!" Lu Ben mercilessly yelled at the self-sacrificing old man, "Don't always pretend to be good for me, I know exactly what your purpose is."

"You have always wanted to turn me into a reproductive tool of the Van Helsing family and give orders to me."

"You keep pointing high and high, hitting me with disgusting words, trampling on my ideals and pursuits, and making my life a mess, getting worse and worse!"

"I've had enough, I don't want to see you anymore, get out!"

The ruthless roar made the old man cover his mouth.The night wind suddenly became unbearably cold, causing his old and thin body to sway like a rotten dead tree, almost falling to the ground, and tears filled his eyes.

"You are right, I am a terrible father, I have been ignoring your feelings, kidnapping your ideals."

"Now it's my turn to atone. I'm in my 60s and I don't have a few years to live."

"Let me leave instead of you, and no one will interfere with your life in the future." Marco choked up, and said sadly and sincerely, "You can be with Mary forever, and you can chase your dream of being a writer to your heart's content."

"Don't keep Mary waiting."

Lu Ben froze for a moment, and looked not far away, a graceful girl in a red dress staggered onto the bridge.

The bat monster holding him also saw his "rival in love", and his mood became unstable again. His pure black pupils shrank, and he gasped heavily. The charming and pretty face that belonged to a woman began to quickly evolve into a wrinkled and ugly bat face.

At this time, the wind died down.

Dean, who had been waiting quietly, glanced at Marco beside him who was streaming down his face, and what Luben said in the cave flashed in his mind——

"It doesn't have to be love between a man and a woman. According to the setting in my book, as long as the bat monster feels warm love, family affection is also fine, and it can be comforted and defeated!

Taking advantage of the moment when the bat monster's attention was attracted by Mary.

Dean moved.

His left hand brushed the corners of Marco's eyes and cheeks, wiping away his warm tears.

The right hand grasped the bloody shackle.

With both hands together, tears wiped the sharpness of the shackles.

Throw!

The Shadow of the Past drew a semicircle by dragging the plank, and passed the back of the Bat Banshee silently, drawing a bloodstain.

A wound that is so slight that it can be ignored has created a miracle!

The Bat Banshee froze as if held by magic, and involuntarily let go of the claws that threatened Luben, staggered her deformed body, and took two steps back.

Boom!

The dazzling flames lit up, and the Bat Banshee seemed to have been doused with a layer of gasoline, and then pushed into the sea of ​​flames.

The raging flames burned all over its body in an instant, and the scorching light shattered the dark night.

The few people on the bridge were stunned by the sudden change, their eyes widened and they didn't say a word.

In the boiling white smoke, Bat Banshee's taut and distorted ferocious face suddenly relaxed, showing a relieved smile, with a relaxed and joyful female voice, her burning body, from feet to head, inch by inch, strangely turned into burning pages, scattered all over the sky.

There are densely packed words on the pages of the book...like the draft of a novel, when the night wind blows, it floats to the Truckee River under the bridge, and turns to ashes with the flames.

And a reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

你彻底摧毁了幻想造物——蝙蝠女妖，格斗lv2(220→230/300)，射击lv3(10→20/400)。

"Did we win?" Marco looked at Dean in disbelief, and stammered, "We defeated that demon?"

"It seems so." Dean tilted his head and thought for a while.

"Rouben!"

"Mary!"

Two screams.

The freed writer and the girl in red embraced again.

With great strength and tight posture, it seems to want to knead the other person into his body and blend them into one.

Lu Ben couldn't help kissing his girlfriend's neck, but his mouth was red. He froze for a moment, and was horrified to find that the cut in Mary's neck was spraying blood like a fountain, soaking her whole body, including her long flaxen hair.

Her face was bloodless, with a kind of ashes and numbness of death, and she looked up at his black jewel-like eyes that were rapidly losing their luster and becoming dim.

"Luben... Luben..."

Her voice was weak, and her lips smeared with blood reflected a cruel beauty.

"No, Mary, don't scare me!"

A princess in Luben hugged the woman up, blood trickled down the high-heeled shoes under her feet and dripped to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Boom!

Mary's gorgeous red dress ignited without fire.

The strong firelight illuminated her closed eyes and lifeless face.

Boom!

Mary's whole body turned into flames, and burning drafts covered with handwriting flew out of the flames, flying into the distant night sky.

"No! The plot shouldn't be like this, I never wrote it like that! I didn't write it like that!"

The heartbroken Lu Ben opened his hands to hug desperately, but he couldn't hold on, and the drafts were scattered one by one, just like the bat monster before, turning into ashes.

He stretched out his arms as hard as he could, staggered after the last piece of paper in mid-air, and stepped over the guardrail of the bridge with one foot.

"Lu Ben, come back, don't do anything stupid!" Marco rushed to the bridge with his broken arm, trying to grab him.

"Don't come over, or I'll jump right away!" Lu Ben turned his head and smiled at him, the smile was full of despair and a kind of complicated relief,

"You know, Marco, I didn't think about the ending of this book, but now I have an ending."

Staring into the void, he seemed to see Mary's loving smile, and he announced nervously, aloud,

"Reuben van Helsing and Mary defeated the Bat Banshee with the help of Detective Dean, and reunited, but Mary was seriously injured and there was no cure. In the end, Reuben chose to embrace his lover, jumped off the Virginia Street Bridge, jumped into the Truckee River, and never separated."

never separate--

The resolute announcement echoed across the bridge.

"Is this really love?"

Dean interrupted him with a cold question, and then helped the old man who was about to faint
As if being insulted, Luben turned his head angrily and glared at him,

"Do you know why you and Mary's blood can't kill the villain in the book?" Dean broke his fantasy word by word, "Because—there is no love between you and her!"

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense!" Lu Ben stammered, blushing as if he had been poked into a sore spot.

But the scene just now involuntarily flashed in his mind, why couldn't he kill the Bat Banshee when he mixed with Mary's blood?

This has violated the setting in the book.

He was both dazed and terrified.

Seeing the other party's flustered expression, Dean's voice became more and more calm,

"Ruben van Helsing, your power is amazing, you turned the plot in the book into reality, you gave life to the characters Mary and Bat Banshee in the book."

Dean changed his voice,
"But you are not a god. You can at most bring illusory creatures to life, but you cannot give them souls."

Yes, Dean's gimbal killed the Bat-banshee, but failed to absorb any souls.

"Mary has no soul, so every word and action is as perfect and unreal as a performance. And how can something without a soul express true love to you?"

Lu Ben's face suddenly lost its color, and his body shook like chaff.

"Mary and the Bat Banshee are just puppets that operate according to the plot mode in your book, and what they do is just a set performance!"

"So when I pretend to be you, it can also trigger the plot!"

Luben held his head.

"Lu Ben, in the past many years, you have locked yourself in a narrow apartment, constantly weaving dreams to wrap yourself tightly and cover up your fragile heart."

Dean paused, cruelly destroying his last hope,

"But fantasies are fantasies after all, fake ones are fake ones. The so-called great love between you and Mary is just your self-deception!"

"But your father Marco's tears easily killed the Bat Banshee, which proves that he is the one who really loves you!"

Dean's words were as sharp as a sword, piercing his heart with a knife, and Lu Ben sitting by the bridge was defeated, and a broken cry came from his throat.

"Wake up and face reality!"

"No!" Lu Ben was extremely unwilling, and roared frantically.

"Luben!" Dee asked firmly,
"Would you rather dedicate all your time, energy, and life to the cold fantasies in your mind, to the desires in your heart, than to give a little to your loved ones who really love you?"

"You just have the heart to watch him send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?"

Luben looked up at Marco with difficulty.

The old man's face was full of pleading, and his straight back also bent quietly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. For the first time, he bent down towards his absurd son.

But Luben took a deep breath, grinned wryly, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes,
"I'm sorry... Marco, I haven't made you proud once since I was a child, and this time I'm going to let you down again, let me be self-willed for the last time, and put an end to my work!"

The voice fell.

Lu Ben closed his eyes and opened his arms, head down, and jumped off the bridge resolutely.

Free fall!

Do not!
Marco's knees softened and he fell to the ground, howling helplessly.

Dean watched the scene expressionlessly.

……

Huhu——

Luben's body fell rapidly under the force of gravity, and the cold air crazily drilled into his nose, ears and throat, and he felt tearing pain.

Heart pounding.

Breathing is extremely difficult.

At the same time, an indescribable fear occupied his body and mind from the inside out.

A scum like me who hurt the feelings of my loved ones will go to hell.

he said to himself.

But I finished the last work of my life.

To die without regret.

Luben showed a relieved smile, and then lost consciousness.

……

Huhu—

A miraculous scene occurred on the Virginia Street Bridge.

A lying body slowly flew from under the bridge to the bridge, as if a powerful invisible force pulled him back from the abyss to the world.

He landed on the bridge smoothly, his whole body was intact, but he fell into a coma because of his emotions.

God!

The gray-haired old man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then sobbed and rushed to help his lost son.

"You still want to commit suicide in front of me?"

Dean clasped his arms around his chest, shook his head and smiled, took back the shadow of the past wrapped around Lu Ben's body, and took another deep look at Lu Ben,
"Now that you are being willful for the last time, return to reality honestly!"

(End of this chapter)