Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 135 135. Travel and Experiment

After returning to the hotel, Dean immediately packed all the weapons and supplies in the trunk of the car into the fantasy space.

After entering the guest room, he took out the compact M1900, a box of .45 Colt automatic pistol ammunition, and a box of 9mm Parabellum automatic pistol ammunition, and tried to load them.

Obviously, the size of the M1900 black magazine seems small and can only hold .32ACP, but Dean puts the bullets with a caliber exceeding the standard into the magazine very smoothly.

It is as if the moment the bullets are put into the magazine by fingers, the magazine suddenly expands and automatically sucks the bullets in, and it is no problem to load ten rounds of .45ACP and ten rounds of 9mm par ammunition.

The reload speed is also far faster than that of ordinary pistols.

"The .45ACP bullet has strong stopping power, and the 9mm par bullet has strong penetration power... It can be selected according to different occasions."

"I'll get some hunting .44 Magnums later...for the big guys."

"Owning this pistol, I have all types of pistols, including the unborn Desert Eagle, Locke 17... and the power is not reduced, but the firing sound and recoil are reduced by 90.00%. It is worthy of the name of all-rounder."

Dean played with the M1900 fondly, and studied the fantasy space by the way, using local materials to put slippers, desk lamps, blankets, and even TVs in the hotel into the space and take them out again.

He also turned on the newly upgraded God's perspective on a whim, observing every move of guests in other rooms within 30 meters through the thick walls.

Have a great time.

……

After Dean studied for a long time, the fatigue from fighting the Bat Banshee came up.

Then she changed into a soft and spacious pajamas and sat on the bed, with her knees slightly shoulder-width apart, her buttocks on her heels, her eyes lightly closed, and her back straight.

The body remains in a posture similar to Vajrasana in yoga.

The chest rose and fell regularly, and he visualized the star "Red Dragon" hovering in the universe in his mind.

At a certain moment, he suddenly turned from stillness, and with his hands, he pulled the heels of the left and right feet to the navel in turn, forming an extreme sitting position embracing the feet. Then he stretched his hands forward, turned his palms inwards and placed them on the ground in front of his body, pointed his fingers backwards, and stretched his feet backwards, with his knees touching the bed as a support point.

Belly ribs against elbows, exhale——

The blanket was blown like cotton wool by this breath.

Dean's torso moved forward, his body weight fell on the wrists and hands supporting the mattress, and he slowly raised his legs backwards. Finally, his legs straightened and hovered in the air, his muscles stretched, forming a slanted posture with his head down and his feet down.

The raised legs are like the unfolded screen of a peacock.

……

Dean kept his posture still, and maintained it for 2 minutes with his physique, strength, agility, and will that surpassed ordinary people.

Until he saw sweat on his forehead, he sat back on the bed again, relaxed his body and released the movement.

In the past, the Red Dragon meditation was to sit still, but now there are a series of supporting movements that require extremely high flexibility, strength, and endurance, and the difficulty has increased dramatically.

If Dean hadn't transformed the red dragon meditation into a skill and engraved it into his body instincts, he wouldn't be able to enter meditation while he was in motion.

By the way, he didn't intend to reveal the complete red dragon meditation to Luben.

……

The next day, the refreshed Dean finished washing, changed into sportswear, looked in the mirror, and grinned cheerfully.

Skill proficiency has also increased a little, Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (63/300).

He left the hotel and went to the hospital, but when he got to the door of the ward, he found that it was as lively as a shopping mall.

Reporters with long guns and short guns, policemen maintaining order, and patients watching the excitement gathered around Luben's ward. Dean went over to listen to a few words, and heard some miracles. He survived wandering for half a year, and his father's love moved God.

"Sorry, excuse me." The old man in the ward caught a glimpse of Dean, greeted a few friends immediately, took him to a remote corner, and explained in a low voice, "The doctor with no professional ethics leaked the news of Luben's return. The reporters surrounded him like a cat smelling of fish. The police also came to ask him about his disappearance for half a year, and prepared to close the case."

"Have you forgotten how I warned you before?" Dean shook his head with displeasure, "Lu Ben's secret must not be revealed."

"Don't worry, I have solemnly warned that kid. He is not a fool, and he doesn't want to be imprisoned in a mental hospital. He will keep his mouth shut. It is impossible for his best friend Jie Luo to know anything about it."

"Then how do you explain it to the outside world?"

"Half a year ago, Lu Ben's work was rejected by the publishing house. He lost all hope and drank too much alcohol. On impulse, he left Reno on foot and started wandering around."

"He really couldn't hold on, and he walked back from memory, but he fell on the Virginia Street Bridge, and was rescued by my father, who went to find him, and sent to the hospital."

"The TV station and the publishing house heard about his legendary experience, and they were willing to pay a lot of money to republish his works."

Dean couldn't help but sigh that fate is full of drama.

"It's okay to publish, but don't mention a word that shouldn't be mentioned, otherwise God will not save you."

Marko solemnly promised, and looked back at his son who was being interviewed nervously and excitedly by the hospital bed, with a smile on his lips.

"There are too many people and I won't go in. Give me a message and let Luben train hard. I have a suggestion. At this stage, he can write a diary and record his daily training to improve training efficiency and physical fitness."

Lu Ben's ability should be closely linked to reality, he can't completely create something out of nothing, and write completely out of logic.

The more realistic the plots of his works are, the higher the probability that the plots in the book will be transformed into reality.

Marco nodded, "I'll let him try after everyone has left."

"I have to pick up my girlfriend for a trip to Lake Tahoe, and I'll see you in two days."

"Shall I help you find a good tour guide?"

"It's no use."

"Then you must accept our wishes." Marco handed Dean a large check of [-] dollars, "I thought about it again, you helped Luben be reborn, you should get more."

……

Dean took the check, and the deposit reached 14 again.

He left the hospital immediately, went into the mall and bought a bouquet of roses and some supplies and put them in the fantasy space.

Next to the bouquet, there are a lot of weapons and ammunition, as well as a dozen emergency energy bars, and a few bottles of drinking water. However, because the plank contains the shadow of the past, it cannot be placed in the space.

Don't think that 2 cubic meters is insignificant, but the fantasy feature makes it not waste every nook and cranny, and can hold more things than 2 cubic meters in the conventional sense.

In addition, Dean tested several times, and the temperature of the imaginary space is almost constant at seven or eight degrees, and the brightness is soft and moderate, because there is a slight intersection with the outside world, and there is still thin air in the space.

Dean can make small-scale adjustments to the space based on his subjective consciousness, making the space brighter or darker.

The same is true for environmental conditions such as temperature, which can be adjusted within a certain range above and below the ambient temperature.

These adjustments cost nothing and take effect immediately, which is convenient and trouble-free.

……

After getting ready, Dean drove out of downtown Reno, rushed to the Reno International Airport in Washoe County in the southeast, and waited in the terminal building until around nine o'clock in the morning.

"Gretchen, this way!"

Dean waved his hand towards the arrival hall,
A beautiful girl in blue sportswear and carrying a shoulder bag turned around, smiled brightly, trotted over and jumped on top of him, clamping him between her legs like a sloth.

Dean hugged her around, smelled the familiar smell in her braids, and took the backpack in her hand with a slight bow.

"Welcome to Reno, Dean the tour guide is looking forward to serving you."

"You have a conscience, you didn't patronize your spring break trip, and left me in Las Vegas," the girl punched him in the chest half-complainingly.

Dean smiled apologetically. He had been worried about Huijulu for a while, and indeed he had neglected his girlfriend.

But now, he found that whether to hide or not, he had to face it sooner or later.

And in a few months, it was time for him to graduate and leave.

"By the way, I have a surprise for you."

Dean put his outstretched hand in front of the other party, "Look carefully, don't blink."

Gretchen folded her arms around her chest and slightly bent her mouth, and saw the opponent's palm swaying in front of her eyes for a few seconds in a funny way, during which time she touched her chin honestly.

The next second, Gretchen's blue eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her red lips.

Dean's flying palm grabbed it suddenly, and immediately grabbed a bunch of delicate roses from the void.

A little blond girl next to her was holding hands by her mother and looking around, just happened to see this scene, her chubby face opened into an O-shape with her mouth.

"For you." Dean held the rose in front of Gretchen, and the girl hugged her in surprise and sweetness and smelled it.

The bright red roses set off her fair and delicate pretty face with a touch of charm.

Gretchen hugged him and walked out of the terminal building, her blue eyes blinked curiously, "When did you learn magic?"

"It's not that I just learned art from a teacher in Reno. You are my first audience." Dean unlocked a new use of fantasy space this time.

Gretchen leaned over and kissed him in satisfaction,
The two got into the car and drove along the road all the way up the mountain, preparing to arrive directly at the Lake Tahoe area.

"Martina originally wanted to invite Thomas to come and travel together, but unfortunately Thomas was too busy to come." Gretchen in the passenger seat skillfully peeled a piece of chocolate, stuffed half of it into her own mouth, and half of it to the mouth of Dean who was driving.

"Hmm... another case?" Dean glanced at her moist lips and asked,
"It was the case of the Red Dragon Club last time. The fifth group was assigned to FBI agent Bradley Lincoln by the new director, and they had to work overtime with that workaholic every day."

Is the chief really out of class?Another fbi?

Dean looked out the window at the winding road and frowned, "Is there any progress on the case?"

"According to Thomas, the three bodyguards who escaped from the Red Dragon Club are still at large." Gretchen said casually, "In my opinion, the new FBI will probably leave in a few months' time."

"Okay, let's not talk about these troubles." Dean quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you been to Reno before?"

"No!" Gretchen said excitedly, "but I heard that there are ski resorts, cable cars, and the most beautiful lake here... You can fish, go hiking... Do you want to try skiing?"

"Play enough with you this time."

……

When the slope of the road began to rise, there were more and more green trees in the mountains and forests on both sides, and they were covered with snow, and there were clusters of snow everywhere on the road soil with dead branches and broken leaves.

The temperature at the foot of the mountain is still in the twenties, the sun is shining brightly, and the climate is mild and pleasant. However, the altitude in this mountain is too high and it is in the shade, so the snow does not melt all year round.

There was a sharp contrast.

The two drove together for several hours, away from the city, and went deeper and deeper into the fresh air of the mountains.

At a certain moment, they arrived at a place with no one on a quiet path beside Lake Tahoe, and a place with excellent scenery.

Behind is the rolling snow-capped dwarf mountains, clusters of snow-slopes are patchwork.

And the clouds in the sky are extremely spectacular, as big and thick as cotton wool, as if they are close in front of your eyes, you can touch them with your hands, and they are so white that there is no trace of impurities, as if snowflakes on the hillside floated to the sky with the wind and turned into white clouds.

Right in front of you is the endless Lake Tahoe. The lake surface is blue and deep like a sapphire, and the lake near the shore presents different color gradients due to its depth.

In some coastal areas farther away, the undulating buildings of the resort can be vaguely seen.

Looking from a distance, the blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, green water, and the grassland under your feet are integrated into one, as beautiful as a landscape painting with a profound artistic conception.

Dean stood nearby, as if his body and mind had been washed, and he was so intoxicated that he couldn't extricate himself.

……

"boom!"

He suddenly lowered himself instinctively.

A cloud of snow exploded on the grass behind him.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Gretchen bending over to replenish the "ammunition" from the ground, and quickly picked up a snowball in his right hand, and hooked his fingers at him provocatively with his left hand, smiling broadly,
"Today I'm going to let you taste what it's like to be defeated!"

A breeze blew a few bangs on Gretchen's forehead, brushed the corners of her delicate face, and that beautiful smile dazzled Dean for a moment,

From Dean's point of view, the lake behind her and the snow under her feet made her skin whiter, and her tall figure under the sportswear was even more embossed.

The scenery is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful.

Dean decided to teach the big American girl a deep lesson, grabbed a snowball and rushed towards it.

Soon Dean threw the defeated underling into the grass, and gave him a hard lesson out of breath.

……

After a long time, the sweaty two parted. Gretchen took a few breaths while supporting her towering chest, threw her sneakers on Dean angrily, and ran into the lake barefoot.

A row of tiny footprints were left on the sand.

"If you want to swim, book a hotel first. The water is very cold this day, so be careful of catching a cold."

Dean suggested loudly from behind,
"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare to compete with me in swimming, and see who can swim to the pier on the other side first!" The woman raised her chin and unconvincedly challenged him a second time. Her snow-white face was still dyed with a delicate blush, and her blue eyes were rippling with water. "The winner decides today's dinner."

"Naive, do you think you can win by changing the project?"

Dean fought decisively.

"I'll let you learn some more 'lessons'."

The two took out their swimsuits from the car and changed into them, and Gretchen braided her hair and put on a swimming cap.

The two of them had already exhausted their bodies through strenuous exercise just now, so they didn't need to do any more preparatory activities and went directly into the water.

The water temperature is very low.

But they have good physique and can persist.

Gretchen was determined to avenge her shame, and swam headlong to the pier on the other side, waving her hands to push away pieces of crystal water, and her proud figure with snow-white skin appeared and disappeared, and her posture was graceful like a mermaid.

And Dean pretended to be chasing behind for a while in a freestyle posture, slowed down when the other party was not paying attention, opened the God's perspective, and searched 20 meters underwater in the lake area.

Soon he found a salmon covered in pale spots.

With a thought in Dean's mind, "Shadow" flew out of the plank, and its translucent hazy body turned into a jellyfish-like net and floated towards the salmon. When the other party didn't notice, it was caught in the net and sent to Dean.

This salmon is as long as the forearm, and it is alive and energetic. It is 100% game.

But Dean wasn't going to eat it, and took out the m1900 he got yesterday from the fantasy space.

This gun was modified by Johnny, and it can shoot normally underwater. The muzzle of the gun is close to the edge of the left pectoral fin of the char.

Track mode!

Dean thought, his palm pricked slightly, and a drop of blood was sucked into the gun.

He immediately pulled the trigger.

boom!
Gunshots.

The greatly weakened firing sound was completely covered by the icy lake water.

The fired bullet dragged a path in the water with strong kinetic energy consisting of a large number of colorful water bubbles.

The blood is then rendered.

The blood adhered to the .45ACP and grazed the salmon's pectoral fins, and the salmon quickly swam into the distant waters instantly after eating the pain.

Immediately afterwards, a deep feeling surged in Dean's heart, not smelling a smell or hearing a sound, but a strong visual intuition, a light red silky path.

This path guides him in the direction of the salmon, and the distance from him is within one meter.

His perception seemed to weave a vast web.

And this marked fish is the prey in the net, no matter how hard it struggles, it cannot escape.

About a mile after the injured salmon swam, he still had a good sense of where he was.

"The tracking effect is more specific and powerful than I expected."

"You still have to try to figure out the maximum distance and duration of tracking."

"you lose!"

A happy and proud laugh suddenly floated on the lake.

Gretchen stood on the pier with her hands on her hips, with a smile on her red lips, and the sun cast a layer of fine gold on her moist and fair skin.

Biu!

Dean made a gesture to aim and shoot and swam towards her.

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