Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 134. Blood and Soul
Lu Ben was imprisoned in a cave and ate rats for half a year. He suffered from malnutrition and parasites, so he had to stay in the hospital to recuperate.

After he falls asleep.

Marco took Dean back to a warehouse near his home overnight alone.

The dim light illuminated a space that was the size of a living room on the first floor, but it was filled with all kinds of discarded furniture, electrical appliances and other sundries, which seemed a bit crowded. Some large objects were covered with dark canvas, and because they hadn’t been cleaned for a long time, the surface area was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Marco, are you sure that Luben put the precious collection of the family's ancestors in this place?" Dean fanned the dust in front of his nose, and then patted away a trace of crystal spider web stuck in his hair, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

"I'm laughing at you. Those collections are really not needed on weekdays, so Luben is stored in the old warehouse." Marko smiled awkwardly, "But don't worry, if you are not satisfied after reading it, you can still choose $[-]."

"Let me think about it, where is the thing?" The old man looked around, his eyes lit up soon, he stepped over a chair that was overturned on the ground, went straight to a large canvas-covered object on his left, stretched out his hand, and suddenly a glass display case was revealed.

This cabinet is made of pine wood, and there are three upper and lower shelves in the glass cabinet door. It is elegant and exquisite in shape, but the surface is a bit dull because it has not been used for a long time.

Dean leaned over to take a look.

There are collections on the three shelves. On the top is an old-fashioned pistol with a barrel sleeve that shines with metallic luster and a pure black grip.

The middle layer is an old book.

There is a black pen on the lower layer.

Dean was drawn to the gun first.

In terms of shape, it is full of the atmosphere of the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. The edges and corners are not so sharp, and because the recoil spring is on the top, the barrel is on the bottom, and there is no hammer structure, it is a bit weird compared with modern automatic pistols.

"There used to be more than a dozen collections at home, but most of them were slowly disposed of by my mother. Only the last three remain. Please allow me to introduce you. The gun on the top is a Browning M1900 7.65mm pistol." A flash of memory flashed across Marco's face, "The weapon my father used for self-defense when he was young."

Dean's heart skipped a beat. This gun was exactly the one shot in the mouth of two horses and three flowers. It had a deep relationship with his usual Colt M1911A1, and it could almost be regarded as the ancestor of the latter.

"It is the world's first automatic pistol with a slide. It has strong concealment, low failure rate, and can shoot continuously. Many assassinations that shocked the world in the past few decades have the shadow of this gun..." Marko introduced, "It is also known as the assassination envoy."

In fact, M1900, the successor of M1910, created the world-famous Sarajevo incident.

"It's your father's favorite gun, how old is that?" Dean asked.

"My father bought it for almost 60 years." Marco thought for a while, "I oil it and change the desiccant every few years, so it can still be preserved."

"This kind of preservation method is not proper, but this Browning M1900 is very new." Dean stared at the gun and asked expectantly, "Is there something unusual about it?"

Marko shook his head and laughed, "I've also used it to practice shooting. To be honest, its power and range are no different from other firearms of the same model. It's just that it's easy to use and has never had any problems such as jamming."

"But I clearly remember that when my father was still there, he once told me jokingly that ordinary people cannot display its true power." Marco opened the collection cabinet, took out a pistol and handed it over, "Why don't you try it, Detective Your Excellency, you might be able to discover its secret."

"I'm just an ordinary person." Dean rubbed the handle of the gun. His hands were slightly cool, and he could touch the wet gun oil. The size was just right for his palm, but the weight was almost half that of the M1911A1, which was very light.

"Ordinary people can't defeat that monster, and it's even more impossible to fish Luben from under the bridge," Marco interrupted suddenly with a curious light in his eyes,

Dean's expression froze.

During this investigation, his mimicry, the shadow of the past... various special abilities were exposed in front of Marco and his son.

Once the two of them speak out——

The next second, Dean raised his right hand, the muzzle of the M1900 stuck to the center of the old man's forehead, and the index finger pressed the trigger.

The old man's eyelids twitched, and he smiled calmly,

"There is no bullet in the gun. And you saved my family Lu Ben's life. I will never reveal your secret to anyone, and Lu Ben is the same!"

The old man swears and swears,
"I swear on the honor of the Van Helsing family, I swear to God, if there is any violation, our family will have no descendants."

Dean stared at him for a full ten seconds, his expression changing,

After a while, he shook his head and smiled, retracted the gun, and patted the collar of the old man's coat.

"Dude, I was just joking, I generally don't hurt innocent people."

Dean said meaningfully,

"Besides, I have nothing to worry about. My little magic is nothing compared to your son Luben's superpowers."

"Think about it, if the words written by Lu Shu become reality, can this ability be used to cure diseases and copy priceless items?"

"Once Luben's secret is revealed, guess what will happen to him?"

"Imprisoned by the American government, dissected and studied?"

"Or will he be caught by the rich technology company and be a coolie for the rest of his life?"

Dean was just scaremongering. The power of transforming fantasy into reality is so powerful. If it could be used at will, the Van Helsing family would have ruled the world long ago.

But no, there are extremely severe limits to this ability.

Marco didn't know the details, his face gradually turned pale when he heard it, and he clenched his fists, his worry was palpable.

"Dude, you not only have to keep it a secret for me, but you also have to keep it a secret for Luben."

Dean patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly felt a short stabbing pain in the palm of his right hand holding the gun.

"hiss-"

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly realized that the palm of his hand had been cut by something sharp on the gun shell, and a trace of blood flowed out unconsciously, covering the metal-colored gun body.

An intuition arises in Dean's heart, this gun is sucking his blood...

At the same time, a large piece of information was filled into his mind strangely,

Gun name: Browning M1900/blood and soul (blood and soul)
Full gun length: 162.5mm
The mass of the whole gun: 615g
Fantasy Transformation Features:
1. Sturdy: waterproof, fire-resistant, corrosion-resistant, wear-resistant...can be used normally under most extreme conditions, and can absorb the energy of the owner to repair damage spontaneously.

2. Versatile: Don’t be fooled by its old, outdated appearance. In addition to the 1900 automatic pistol cartridges that the regular M0.32 accommodates, this gun can also accommodate all types of pistol ammunition from the past and the future, but it cannot be modified to any extent.

3. Assassination Special Envoy: The magazine capacity is expanded to 20 rounds, and most of the recoil and firing sound are reduced when shooting.

4. Extra shooting mode:

Spirit Bullet: Add mental power to the ammunition when shooting, and produce extra lethality to the spirit body after firing, especially restraining energy and mind barriers.

Tracking Bullet: It consumes extra blood when shooting, and leaves a brand after hitting the target. The user can perceive the target's position for a certain period of time to track, but this mode does not provide power bonus.

5. Blood: It can remember the breath of killing, the more creatures of the same type it hunts, the easier it is to hit its weak point.

Note 1:

Blood and Soul is one of Johnny Van Helsing's favorite guns. He carries it with him and wipes it for maintenance. After years of his extraordinary imagination and transformation, some fanciful designs have become reality.

The blood and the soul thus possessed all kinds of incredible powers.

Note 2:

Only members of the Van Helsing family, or those recognized by the family, must be at least 15 in spirit and physique to display the true power of the gun.

The gun cannot harm members of the Van Helsing family.

Current owner: Dean Lou.

Inscription - The blood of monsters and the soul of evil spirits, mixed into a glass of gin, to this damn law of convergence.

My dear children and grandchildren, when you really pick up this gun, it means that danger will continue to approach, and you will never have peace.

It's time to set off and embark on this road of no return alone.

……

"Why is your hand bleeding?" Marco exclaimed, "Find something to bandage."

"Small problem, it's okay." Dean shook his head and refused, staring at the "Blood and Soul" in his hand, with excitement and solemnity in his eyes.

A supernatural weapon appeared in front of him inadvertently.

Trinity.

It can not only deal with spirits, but also load all pistol ammo to increase lethality, and it has special tracking effects.

To get it, Dean made a lot of money!
Dean picked up the gun with both hands, aiming at the dim electric light in the distance with the front sight, lightly pulled the trigger and made a standard posture of aiming and shooting, but it was obviously not the right place, so he could only temporarily put the gun aside.

"Do you like this M1900?"

"I feel very comfortable."

Dean can't wait to try out the .44 Magnum with this humble pistol. What's the scene?
Marco nodded, touched the beard on his upper lip, and changed the subject again, "But buddy, I really can't figure it out. Lu Ben was just an ordinary person more than 30 years ago, and he never showed any unusual talents. Why did he suddenly awaken superpowers?"

"Perhaps it has something to do with his obsession with writing all the year round. The long-term high concentration has inspired the special potential in his blood."

Dean made a hypothesis, turned to the old book on the second shelf of the pine cabinet, and took it out.

As soon as Dean started to use it, he felt that it was different from ordinary paper. It was smoother, tougher, and had a leather-like texture.

In addition, it is very thin, with a total of dozens of pages, slightly yellowed, and has a sense of time.

"This is a picture album made of vellum. It has a history of at least two or three hundred years, so it is considered an antique," Marco introduced at the side. "The collection value is not low."

Dean turned to the first page, and a yellowed picture came into view.

A human figure with slender limbs, male and female, wearing a tights that seemed to be made of cotton cloth that fell to the knees, with a piece of cloth wrapped around the shoulders, was sitting cross-legged on the ground with eyes closed, facing the sun in the sky.

Oh, it should not be the sun, but a red ellipsoid.

"Isn't this Red Dragon Meditation? But it lacks more than half of the details of movement and breathing compared to my skills. It's an incomplete version of meditation."

"What do you see?" Marco noticed his expression,
"This is a special set of exercise methods." Dean put down the book and looked at the old man. "Have you or Lu Ben tried the exercises in the book before?"

"Even if I broke my waist, I can't do such an outrageous movement." Marko shook his head looking at one of the highly difficult movements with his hands on the ground and his body standing horizontally on his side. "Besides, my mother warned me repeatedly when she was still alive a long time ago, not to train like this out of curiosity."

Dean raised his eyebrows and put down the book temporarily.

He took out the third collection, the ordinary pen.

"The pen my grandfather used to sign documents is more than 80 years old, and it is still in good condition." Marko turned the pen holder with emotion, revealing a piston. "For so many years, I have been using this pen in the clinic. I am sure that it has no ability to write realistically."

"Really?" Dean asked him for some ink, sucked it into the pen, found a piece of white paper at random, and wrote a few descriptions of the situation:
For example, a mouse suddenly emerged from the attic where they were, and a breeze blew.

For example, the light in the attic flickered once, and it was completely broken.

But waited 10 minutes, no response.

Then the unbelieving Dean stuck his injured hand to the tip of the pen, stained it with a trace of blood, and rewrote it.

But it didn't work, and this time there was no such magical mind description as the Browning M1900.

Dean put down the pen hesitantly. Maybe he doesn't have the blood of Van Helsing, so this thing doesn't call him.

"Marco, I'm done choosing. I've decided to take this M1900 with me."

"You can take it away at any time, but can I ask you a question. Are there supernatural elements in this collection?" Seeing Dean's hesitation, Marko immediately assured, "In any case, they already belong to you. I will never go back on my word and get them back."

When Dean heard the words, he readily pointed out some abnormalities of the M1900.

Marco was stunned after hearing this,
"This gun is my father Johnny's, so you mean he is a superpower? But how is that possible? He is obviously just an ordinary lawyer who often travels on business."

"Johnny is just pretending, he doesn't want to drag you into danger." Dean reached out and stuffed the gun into the pocket of his jacket, with a thought, and after two seconds, this supernatural weapon was quietly stored in the fantasy space, completely belonging to Dean!
Cool!
"What do you mean by danger?" Marco asked again.

"Johnny's power should be similar to that of Luben, and he can turn fantasies into reality. First of all, this kind of power may accidentally hurt himself like Luben. In addition, once it is leaked, it will inevitably attract the covetousness of the whole world."

"So Johnny chose to pretend to be an ordinary person." Dean pondered for a moment and asked, "When and how did he die?"

"It's not counted as a death. It was more than 40 years ago. I was in the 11th grade Christmas. He didn't return from a business trip, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then." Marko said sadly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Missing, that's right." Dean nodded predictably. "There are almost no supernatural ability people who can lie in bed and die of old age naturally."

"Then where are all the other members of the Hessing family? Are they all dead?"

"My mother died of illness more than [-] years ago."

"And my father, Johnny, has a brother, Brown." Marco walked past Dean to the east corner of the attic, and pulled open a canvas, revealing a row of black and white photos stacked on a chair, framed in frames—all portraits, men and women, all flaxen hair, young and middle-aged, but not a single gray-haired old man.

Marko pointed to a young man on the far right, "But Brown was accidentally assassinated and died at the age of 30."

Then Marco pointed to a row of photo frames from right to left and introduced them one by one.

"Steke, Worm, Boschke... My grandfather and his brothers and sisters, also in their thirties and 40s, died of illness, disappeared or died in an accident."

"Van der Vaart, Schneider, De Zeu, Lucilla, four siblings from great-grandfather... Our family is the first generation to move from the Netherlands to the United States."

Dean cut him off, asking nervously, "Isn't their offspring in Reno?"

Marco closed his eyes and looked sad, "The blood of the Van Helsing family has withered, and now only Luben and I are left. The other members died of various accidents or diseases before they were in their forties, or disappeared."

"So you are the only one in your family who lived a long life and lived past the age of 40?" Dean thought of the inscription on the gun before, his face turned pale, and he felt shuddering.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a whole family struggling with fate, and finally died, disappeared and disappeared, almost an unrepeatable story.

"Only ordinary people who know nothing can live in peace, so your parents hide the family history from you and let you continue the family as an ordinary person." Dean said solemnly,

"What do you mean?" The old man faintly understood the meaning of the other party, his face changed drastically,

"You guessed it, except for you, the other members of the Van Helsing family have incredible superpowers, and superpowers are a double-edged sword."

"It allows them to rise above ordinary people, but it also stabs themselves hard, incurring unpredictable risks, allowing them to die at a young age."

Dean paced around the attic with his arms folded, and Taim's warning flashed in his mind-supernatural things will gather spontaneously, with a maximum interval of several years, and they will definitely encounter others of the same kind, or be forced to be involved in supernatural events, and the longest period of peace is only a few years.

If they are not strong enough, or if they are unlucky, these supernatural beings will die young in a bad event.

Just like the ancestors of the Van Helsing family.

Now it seems that, to a certain extent, being a wealthy ordinary person is safer than being a person with superpowers.

"So all my relatives have experienced similar terrible events in Luben?" Marco's face became ugly, "They all had accidents because of this?"

"There is a high probability...according to my personal experience, as long as you awaken your super powers, you can hardly get rid of a dangerous fate." Dean stared at the serious face of the old man, thinking of his rich harvest today.

Fantasy space, supernatural weapons blood and soul.

His harvest has exceeded his efforts in the incident, so he found his conscience and solemnly made a suggestion,

"As for your son Luben, he was originally an ordinary person and could live to be six or seventy years old just like you. But now that he is on this fateful path, it may take a few months at a time, or a few years at a time, and he will definitely encounter other supernatural events."

Marco opened his mouth wide and froze.

"There's a saying, when fate forces you, if you can't resist, then enjoy it and blend in."

"So, Luben can't give up writing and give up his talent. Instead, he has to further temper and master the use of his own abilities." Dean handed the black pen to Marco, "This pen is a relic left by your ancestors. It should be related to your family's superpowers. Let Luben use it to write in the future."

"In addition, Luben must also learn to shoot and fight, and exercise according to the methods recorded in this calf leather manual, so as to enhance his self-protection ability."

"Of course the most important thing is to find a wife to marry as soon as possible, so as to continue your family's offspring."

So much for Dean's leaks.

He has done his best and is worthy of the generous gift of the Van Helsing family.

As Marco listened, his face lost color. He thought that his son had completely escaped the bad luck, but he didn't expect this to be just the beginning!
"Dean, can you stay in Reno for a while longer?" the old man pleaded, "Lu Ben is a complete 'newcomer' and needs more advice from you, I can pay for it."

Dean thought carefully for a few seconds.

"In two days, let Lu Ben rest for a few days to recover, and I will come to visit again."

(End of this chapter)