Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 138
The seven of them went to the car rental company to book an extended Lincoln for the prom night.

In the next few days, I would go to Abby's house every night to practice dancing with dynamic music.

I have tried waltz, tango, and flamenco. It is better not to study for a short time, just remember a few simple routines so that you will not be stuck in place like a stick at the party .

At this time, lv3 fighting brought some surprises to Dean. To a certain extent, both dancing and fighting require physical coordination, flexibility, and endurance... It’s just that fighting has more explosive confrontation and strike training, and dancing has more rhythm and rhythm. and beauty.

Dean has a fighting foundation, and his agility is beyond ordinary people. This is a unique talent.

The waltz, which ordinary people can only get started in a week or two, Dean danced for two nights, and the basic dance steps and gentle circles are already in shape.

As a sports enthusiast, Gretchen also dabbled in dance when she was a child, and the two quickly danced skillfully in the yard, circling closely against the magic power.

"Ah!" Jenny, who was under the willow tree on the other side, snorted, looked down at her swollen instep, and glared at her dancing partner, "Clumsy, can't you be like Dean?"

"God, I'm a normal person, how can I compare myself to a monster?" Baker turned his head and looked at him, causing trouble. "The comparison is also with Rust!"

Rast was standing there at a loss, while Britney, opposite him, was sitting by the flower bed, rubbing the backs of her feet with resentment on her face. She couldn't remember how many times she was stepped on.

"It's fine if someone steps on their feet." Abby sighed quietly in the corner, opened her hands to embrace the air, and danced solo.

……

Between rehearsals came the day Holden left Las Vegas.

369 South Fifth Avenue, Henderson.

On the ruins that were once burned by the flames, a brand new two-story white small western-style building rose up.

The owner of the new house, Alvin Garcia, warmly entertained the two old friends who had been gone for a long time.

Set up the grill and bring a few cases of beer.

Surrounded by a circle of bright sunflowers, enjoy a barbecue feast together.

"The house is built, the job is found, and the next step is to marry a wife?" Dean took a bite of the golden and crispy pork chop, and turned to look at Alvin, whom he hadn't seen for a year.
The once decadent and slovenly homeless man on the street wore a plaid shirt and khaki slacks, with a healthy flush on his face, bright and energetic eyes, and looked much younger than before.
"Thanks to the help of the two of you, I can have today." Alvin glanced at Dean and Holden gratefully, and raised the beer can towards them, "If you have any troubles in the future, just come to me, and I will do my best." Give back what you can."

Dean held up a Tropicana and clinked a glass with him,
"By the way, I remembered something." Alvin took a sip of his beer, "A program group interviewed me more than a month ago, and asked me to talk about the whole experience of cancer self-healing after the fire in detail, and then made a The program aired. He also promised to pay me two thousand dollars."

Dean suddenly had a strong sense of familiarity. Didn't Abby say the same thing, "Is it an east coast program group that claims to record bizarre folk tales?"

"That's right,"

"Did you tell them all?" Dean quietly squeezed the can,
"How come, I promised to keep it a secret for you," Alvin patted his chest, "I didn't say anything about you and the psychic. I just said that I encountered a fire in my sleep."

Dean thought,
"Did the show crew leave you a business card?"

"Wait a minute," Alvin got up and entered the room, and took out a simple white business card 2 minutes later, without any title or address, only name and phone number.

Jacqueline Bourgeois

Phone 001-702-XXX
"Local call from Las Vegas." Holden put down the empty beer can and glanced at the business card. "Did they specifically say which program they are in charge of?"

"According to them, the program is still in the confidential stage of planning and has not been disclosed to me."

"How many members do they have, and what do they look like?" Dean interjected.
"Three white men, two men resisting the camera equipment, and a female reporter." Alvin lowered his head and thought, "The two men are about [-] years old, white men, with a burly build, black hair and blond hair respectively, and they are both in height. About six feet, average looking."

"Ms. should be less than 30 years old, petite, sweet-looking, long red hair...well, that's all I remember."

"They were very professional in handling the equipment, which made me experience the feeling of being on TV for the first time."

Alvin chatted with the program group carefully, then raised the beer can,

"Dean is graduating, and Holden is going back to Virginia. I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again. I can only pray for you, and may God bless you and be healthy forever."

……

"Is there something wrong with that group?" After bidding farewell to Alvin, Holden followed Dean into the car,
"I just feel something is wrong. They also went to Abby's house to interview not long ago."

Dean was involved in both cases interviewed by the program group.

"Worried about them being bad for you?" Holden pondered, "I'll help you find out, and I'll leave in a few days."

This flag stands, Dean's eyelids twitched irrefutably rejected,

"It can't be postponed, I'll take you home now, pack your luggage, and fly back to Virginia immediately!"

"Why are you so excited? Well, let's go."

"That's right. How is Bradley in the bureau?" Dean wondered if this FBI was secretly investigating him?

"The case of the Red Dragon Club did not catch the murderer after all. He left Las Vegas the day before yesterday."

"Already left?" Dean breathed a sigh of relief, and the ride in the car was much easier.

Holden looked out the window,

"Dude, before I leave, I'd like to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. In this year in Las Vegas, my biggest achievement is meeting you. You have the shadow of my youth."

"The same talent and cynicism. I wanted to guide you to grow slowly, starting from a police officer and gradually joining the FBI. After a few years, you will be recognized by the above, and you may be able to form a supernatural investigation department, but you chose another one. road."

"When did you become so sensational?" Dean tapped off the car horn,
"This is called expressing feelings, so let's not be verbose. The last sentence, I hope you will uphold the justice in your heart, and don't be dominated by money and impulse, and become a wanted criminal." Holden took out a small pocketbook with a number on it from his briefcase. The black BP machine was handed over, "Keep in touch in the future, if I accidentally call you in trouble, remember to call me back."

"No problem. I'll ask you for help. Don't just ignore death." Dean smiled and took the bp machine away. It's a good thing for him to have a friend in the FBI. There are people in it".

……

Dean watched Hall board the plane at McCarran International Airport, and then in the bathroom of the airport, he pretended to be a strange middle-aged blond man. He found a roadside phone booth and dialed the number on the program group's business card.

"Ms. Jacqueline, I heard that your program group is collecting clues about folk rumors. I have some explosive news. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Sorry, sir, the lady and the program team you are looking for were the previous tenants of my house." An old male voice came from the phone, "They moved out a week ago."

"Do you know where they moved?"

"They said at the time that they had collected enough material for the show and they were flying back to Chicago."

"Which Chicago station do they work for?" Dean asked again.
"Sorry, I don't know."

"That's right. I intend to rent a house recently. Is it convenient to visit your place?"

Soon, Dean, who was in a mimic state, rushed to a residence in a mid-range neighborhood in North Las Vegas, and met the owner of the house, a hale and hearty old man with a strong body.

On the sofa opposite the fireplace, Dean put him on a Marlboro and chatted about the program group.

"They were carrying a whole bunch of video equipment that looked professional and expensive."

"Going out early and returning late, I don't have many opportunities to communicate with them."

"But Jacqueline was enthusiastic and lively, and she took the initiative to chat with me about the collected materials. There are more than 30 materials in total. Not only Las Vegas, Nevada, they also visited the hometown of the butcher family in Texas, Zombie Road in Missouri, Sacrifice Cliffs, Montana, and more…”

Dean's expression softened a little when he heard this, and he handed over a few hundred-dollar bills, "I have explosive news here, as long as the program is recorded, it will be famous all over the country, and then you will be able to make money on various TV programs. If you can Get me in touch with them, the money belongs to you."

"I can't make this money, I drove them to the airport myself, and I didn't leave any contact information." The old man returned the banknotes, with reluctance written in every vicissitudes of life on his face, "You have to contact them in person. Find it in Chicago, or wait for the show to air."

"That's too bad."

After chatting with the old man for two hours, Dean scanned the entire house from the perspective of God, and then used the psychological skills taught by Holden to confirm that the other party was not lying, so he left.

……

For the next two days, Dean did not relax his vigilance. Every night, he hid in the bushes, treetops, and neighbors' roofs next to his house, scanning and observing with the magnification of the sniper rifle, and at the same time turned on the "record" function of God's perspective to look back and examine Suspicious signs around.

Through the public phone booth, I called Marco to confirm Luben's safety.

Before the dance, Dean even blatantly packed a lot of luggage, made a deliberate act of running away, and flew to Los Angeles by plane.

The simulacrum then monitors its own residence.

Even so, he was not stopped in any way, or found the slightest sign of a stalker.

All was well.

When the prom day came, Dean let go of his hanging heart, drove a white stretched Lincoln, picked up a group of friends one by one, and went to Britney's house, which was the closest to the school.

The road is extremely lively today, although there are no lights and festoons.

But a few hundred meters along the way, you can see a luxury car like Ferrari or Lamborghini. Las Vegas seems to be holding a grand parade of luxury cars.

And the drivers are a group of youthful high school students.

The boys all wore white shirts with ties, serious jackets and suits, and oiled hair.

Girls wear beautiful prom dresses with delicate light makeup painted on their faces.

Everyone jumped out of the car window and yelled and screamed like a lunatic, and greeted their peers "next door" in their own way.

The bright sun illuminated the young faces glowing red, and the street turned into a sea of ​​joy.

"Cheerleading sisters, where do you go surfing in rags?"

Jenny suddenly got half of her body out of the rear window of the Lincoln, and gave a friendly middle finger to a Cadillac that was driving side by side.

A group of young and beautiful girls in Cadillac were holding hands and shaking their bodies, making a crowd. One of the blonde hot girls got out of the car window, raised her middle finger in return, and provocatively stuck out her tongue. A tongue nail was shining in the midday sun. Hui.

"Idiot Jenny, guess what, we're going to sleep with your daddy!"

"Then you have to go down and apply to His Majesty Satan before you can meet my dead father!" Jenny sang rap with a smile,

"Shut up, talk like a lawn mower! A bunch of idiots!"

The hot girl couldn't scold her, so she was about to get back into the car again. Her eyes suddenly caught sight of the dedicated driver in the front row of Lincoln, and her eyes lit up.

"Sorry, I was wrong, not all idiots!"

She hooked her soft little hand towards the driver with a smile like a flower, blinked her false eyelashes, and flirted with winks.

"Dean, don't waste time with these boring nerds, come and play in our car, we will be your dance partners tonight!"

Immediately, a row of girls in the car raised their heads and straightened their long legs, showing their beautiful postures.
"How about guiding us in shooting and kung fu for a night?" Another cheerleading girl in the co-pilot put her broad chest outside the window frame, and blew kisses amidst the waves.

Dean smiled and shook his head.

"Little bitches in heat, go to the zoo to find a chimpanzee!" Gretchen poked her head out of the second row of windows, and splashed half a bottle of water on the blond hot girl's face with a flick of her hand.
"Fake Squid, Bitchi!"

Gretchen drew back contentedly.

Dean cooperated tacitly and accelerated away from Cadillac.

After the episode, the seven entered Britney's house talking and laughing.

The four girls occupied the bedroom and closed the door, pulled out a dazzling pile of lipsticks, foundations, nail polishes, and various cosmetics, and began to help each other with makeup and braided elaborate and intricate hairstyles.

Will not come out until evening.

……

"Three gentlemen, it's your turn to show. Which one should drive to the flower shop more diligently and bring back our hand flowers and collar flowers."

Jenny's lion's roar came from behind the wooden door.

"Three collar flowers, four hand flowers, remember the color, don't make a mistake!"

Ruster and Baker looked at each other tacitly, and said with a smile, "We unanimously elected the most popular Dean to be the 'Flower Guardian'."

……

"Two slackers!" Dean went out helplessly, drove the extended Lincoln, and returned to the flower shop.

Nearly every high school prom in Las Vegas is on today, and the parking lot is full.

"Shet, can't even find a parking space?"

Dudu!

A Chevrolet behind the Lincoln started honking wildly.

Dean searched around the shopping center helplessly, and finally managed to barely stop the car in a remote place outside the back door. This place was so quiet that not even a ghost could be seen, which was in stark contrast to the bustle and bustle in front.

"Me and Gretchen are blue tulips."

Dean recalled the color of the flower, walked outside,

"Baker and Jenny Red Rose."

"Rastbritney White Chrysanthemum."

"Wait, what kind of flower is Abby?!"

Dean walked under the iron fence of the back door, paused, and inexplicably felt a slight and short-lived tingling pain in his right thigh.

He instinctively turned on the God's perspective and looked around. Within a radius of 30 meters, the semi-flat square was empty and quiet.

The breeze is blowing, the sun is scorching, and the enthusiasm of summer is surging in the air.

It should have been a perfect day to indulge in prom.

But at this moment.

The wind stopped, all sounds disappeared, and the Creator seemed to press the pause button for the whole world.

The perception of more than 13 gave Dean a sixth sense——

There was a terrifying monster dormant in the dark staring at him. The strong sense of crisis turned into an electric current and penetrated Dean's body. A kind of suffocating fear and dizzy heart palpitations emerged spontaneously. In an instant, he seemed to be frightened. The fur on his body was like a cat, and his skin was covered with goosebumps!

run!
Run away!

"Shadow of the past!"

Dean shouted wildly in his heart, the ghost armor instantly covered his whole body, and he rolled on the ground like lightning!
Boo!
There was an extremely slight fluctuating sound in the air, but with terrifying kinetic energy, it traveled hundreds of meters in an instant, tore through the air, and hit his right thigh.

The highly condensed ghost armor was broken in an instant, flickering unsteadily, and scattered into the void.

A huge poop-shaped warhead exhausted its kinetic energy and fell to Dean's feet.

Immediately there were a few puffs in the air, like darts being thrown into a paper dartboard.

Dean knelt on his knees and lowered his head—a series of special bullets with sharp needles pierced his thighs, waist, and back from his suit pants.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably.

A strong unwillingness choked his throat and blurred his vision, but the extremely strong chemical substance injected into the needle quickly drained his strength.

Tiredness and lethargy came flooding back.

Pfft!
Dean fell face-to-face limply, and several figures in black tactical suits holding rock-thick black shields slowly walked into his closed eyes.

(End of this chapter)