Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 148 148. Search, Sneak Attack

"Both, if you see the man in overalls or his red Ford car, don't chase after him and confront him...it's very dangerous, that guy may be carrying a deadly weapon," Dean gave his pager number to the two father and daughter , "When I saw him, I immediately called me from a nearby phone, and I rushed over to deal with it, understand?"

"understood."

The three quickly assigned work, and Julie stayed in the family hotel to wait for others.

Leo searched along the perimeter of the Des Moines River, and Dean walked to the back alley of the hotel for half a minute, turning into another image of a white-skinned young man with flexible eyes.

There is a certain degree of danger in the medium difficulty, so he put on the "damage-absorbing vest" in advance just in case.

Then Dean bought a map of Des Moines at a nearby newsstand, and quickly browsed the layout of the entire urban area according to the direction signs.

This city is the capital of the state of Iowa. There are many buildings of various sizes, main roads and fork roads criss-cross, and there are even several bridges across the river.

Moreover, Des Moines is not a city like Las Vegas where casinos are full of high surveillance, and there is almost no surveillance in the neighborhood.

The time given by the system is only 24 hours, so it is unrealistic to foolishly search the entire city.

Dean had to figure out what to focus on—if Camille was with the man in suspenders, where were they most likely to go?

Dean stopped a taxi on the side of the road and asked the Asian driver,
"Dude, do you know any hotels in the city that are suitable for couples?"

The driver nodded,

"Of course, I have to go around the city a few times a day, and keep all the places in my mind."

"Help me mark the hotels and hotels..." Dean handed out a map and a five-dollar tip. The driver happily connected the dots with a red pen in his hand, and circled the locations of all large hotels in the urban area, plus remote small hotels, a total of 43 places.

"Just start with this IKEA hotel."

……

Dean starts the search in the Bronco.

He didn't need to slowly enter the hotel lobby to take out his ID, ask the front desk about the check-in status, and search each room on each floor one by one like an ordinary policeman.

He drove across the road outside the hotel and directly activated the God's perspective. He could easily penetrate the outer wall of the hotel within 30 meters, and clearly see the internal situation of each room, whether there are people living there, and how many people are living there. Leave no dead ends.

Camille and the man in suspenders can be recognized at a glance by their conspicuous appearance. Now it is close to twelve noon, and most of the hotel guests have already checked out, and most of the rest are empty rooms.

All kinds of favorable factors are superimposed, God's perspective is fast and concealed, and its efficiency is comparable to that of radar. It can scan a hotel floor in a few tens of seconds, and can check all kinds of hotels in Des Moines with seven or eight floors in general within 10 minutes.

Dean sped down Hotel Avenue.

IKEA, PASS.

Hilton, PASS.

Marriott, PASS.

Hyatt, PASS.

……

From noon in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the sky above the city quietly emerged large black cumulonimbus clouds like thick cotton wool, and the sun hid itself.

The cold wind blowing from the Des Moines River was like a whip, stinging people's skin, the air became unusually humid, and a heavy rain was coming, which also cast a haze on Dean's heart.

He searched for twenty or so of the most well-known hotels in the city center, but found nothing. The investigation progress was only adjusted from 15.00% to [-]%.

Dean rubbed his slightly swollen temples, and the beeping of the pager around his waist woke him up. He got out of the car and ran to a nearby phone booth to call back the displayed number.

"Dean, I went around the Des Moines River to find the present, but I didn't even find Camille and the man in the suspenders?" Leo's worried and anxious voice came out of the microphone, "How is your side, there is news ?"

"I feel it's coming soon..." Dean's tone was calm, as if there was a magic power to calm people down, "You continue to look for all the hotels and inns by the river."

"Dude, why did your voice change?"

"The weather is turning cold, and my throat feels a little uncomfortable." Dean touched his white face and said,
"Well, Julie is worried to death..."

"Let her calm down. If you want to find your mother, just stay in the hotel honestly. Don't make trouble. Wait for my news."

……

hang up the phone.

According to the map marks, Dean searched for small hotels in remote streets and alleys from the northeast to the southwest of the city.

Another hour passed, and the sky completely darkened, just like the scene before the end.

Boom!

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the skyline, and a dazzling silver snake split the thick dark clouds!

patter.

Continuous raindrops fell from the cracks, and a silver bead curtain opened between the sky and the earth.Immediately afterwards, the noisy downpour fell, flooding the long street in the blink of an eye.

The whirling wind whistled along with it, causing the cypress and oak trees by the street to sway their branches crazily, as if they were dancing a crazy dance.

"dudu..."

"dudu..."

A few harsh car horns sounded in the torrential rain, but they were soon drowned out by the sound of rain.

"Heavy rain." Dean watched as a passer-by was drenched and ran to the shopping mall in a state of embarrassment. He also turned the steering wheel and drove into a street next to the intersection.

A sudden look--

On the far side of the street, outside a small hotel called "Crystal of Love", the rain slapped wantonly on a red Ford pickup truck. The license plate number on the rear of the car matched the car of the man in overalls in Dean's memory.

found it!
Excited, Dean immediately parked the car on the side of the road, let the windbreaker get wet from the torrential rain, and slowly approached the hotel 30 meters along the sidewalk.

While walking, use God's perspective to scan the rooms inside the "Crystal of Love" hotel from right to left.

There are empty single beds, old floors, and furniture. The business of this hotel is so bad that almost no one cares about it.

Until the very corner of a room.

Dean's footsteps stopped, horror flashed in his eyes, and he accidentally opened his mouth to take a mouthful of cold rainwater.

What's happening here?
A man was standing by the window with the curtains drawn.

He was only wearing a pair of blue jeans, and the two suspenders fell to the carpet, revealing a mountainous back, thick black and shiny body hair, and the tall and bulging fascia and muscles made him as strong as a head Grizzly standing upright.

A buxom woman in red running shorts and a t-shirt sits at a table in front.

His blond hair is bound by a sports headband, his cheeks are full of intoxicated blush, his eyes are closed, his breathing is slow and fast, like an addict who has just finished a herbal medicine party and his consciousness is still floating in the clouds.

Camille could be seen vaguely from her figure, but Dean couldn't confirm it.

Because a strange tissue with the thickness, texture and color of a scalded octopus tentacles blocked the area below her eyes, wriggling rhythmically like an infusion tube.

And the other end of the tentacle was connected to the man's chest, and another similar tentacle protruded from there, and burrowed in from under the man's feet.

The two tentacles, one up and one down, swelled and shrunk, as if they were delivering some toxic substance to Camille, and the substance escaped outward, causing a layer of light green gas with fluorescent light to surround the two of them.

This extremely weird scene made Dean feel an indescribable dizziness, as if his mind was stuffed with dirty and filthy information.

He suppressed the desire to vomit, and continued to scan the man's face from the perspective of God.

This face no longer belonged to a human being, with intertwined flesh and black blood vessels, and black and white, barbed thorns growing on the skin.

These thorns did not protrude straight out, but were combed softly towards the back of his head like hair.

Formed a hedgehog head that exudes strong, uninhibited and wild whiskey!

The most impressive thing is the eyes of this hedgehog head, with almond-shaped vertical pupils, as black as an abyss, staring firmly at the woman's face.

It is the supreme master, capturing the whole body and mind of a woman!
……

After watching this scene, Dean felt a sudden shock in the system.

The investigation progress has skyrocketed from 15.00% to 40.00%!
……

"There are barbs and tentacles, what kind of monster is this hedgehog head?" The torrential rain outside the house crazily washed Dean's upright body, and his thoughts turned,

"No, it maintains a basic human shape, but has deformed organs and tissues on its body. I have seen similar strange existences."

An image with scarlet lava-like skin, snake hair, and bone spurs all over his body flashed in his mind—the nocturnal species, Westen, which was once raised in the old house by the Leighton Stone family for several years.

Immediately, a strong intuition emerged spontaneously, and a strange ballad sounded in Dean's ears again——

"God is in heaven..."

"Midian..."

"North!"

The singing was far and near, but it overwhelmed the sound of the rainstorm beating everything.

His eyes were dazed for a moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and his eyes regained their clarity——

This denim overalls man is a nocturnal species in human form!
Boom!

A flash of lightning shattered the sky, and the flash of silver light revealed the excitement on his face and the burning desire to fight in his eyes.

The nocturnal species are the ancestors of the cannibals. They have a keen sense of smell beyond imagination, and can even smell the target's health status, strength, and people they have killed.

But God help Dean too, the downpour masked his body odor and all the noise.

The hedgehog head was so absorbed in his grotesque career that he didn't realize that the scythe of death was silently placed on his neck!

Today is hunting day!

……

Dean checked to make sure no one else was near the hotel.

The lobby of the hotel was dimly lit, and only an old woman in her fifties wearing reading glasses was dozing off at the front desk.

Except for the room with the hedgehog head, the other rooms are empty, which is very convenient for hands-on.

Confirm the environment.

Dean took out a Swiss knife from the imaginary space, his thoughts surged, and as the light of the knife danced, all four tires of the red Ford pickup parked outside the hotel were punctured!

Cut off the back of the prey.

Dean continued to slowly approach the window of the corner room.

The spirit glanced over the TAC-50 in the fantasy space, and his eyes turned.

This thing is powerful enough, but the movement is huge, one shot can't kill the target, and the opponent may escape.

Dean chose another more secure method of attack, grabbed the M1900 from the fantasy space with his right hand, and locked the hedgehog head through the window from the perspective of God.

The rain dripped down the cold and hard gun body.

Dean exhaled a white breath from his mouth and nose, held the pistol in both hands, raised it up, and aimed the gun at the left eye of the monster in the room.

The eyes are as bright as flames!

Click, unlock the safety.

A rush of blood-like heat poured through the fingers into the cold trigger.

Tracker!
There was a series of crackling sounds in the air.
.
44 The magnum pierced through the rain, shattered the window panes, and pierced the man's left eye.

Blood splattered, and a huge eyeball exploded like a squeezed soft-boiled egg. The man grunted in pain, and his body trembled like an electric shock.

And long before the first bullet hits the target!
boom!
Dean fired the second shot first.

But Hedgehog's reaction was astonishingly fast.

After being hit by one shot, he retracted the two tentacles that were holding the woman like lightning, and jumped to the side. The second shot only hit his shoulder, which penetrated a layer of skin shallowly, and was stuck in the flesh and blood.

The monster's face darkened in pain, and the spikes combed back all over the head stood up in a swish, and then retracted inward like a charged spring, ready to launch at any time!

His head instantly turned into a round sphere covered with spikes!

All this happens in just a second.

Second second!
Crackling, splashing!
Dean, clad in a wet black windbreaker and holding his breath, smashed the glass window and jumped into the room.

He was in mid-air and hadn't landed yet.

He raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger from the perspective of God.

At the same time, the dark pupils of the hedgehog glared at the uninvited guest full of murderous intent and launched an offensive!

Dozens of dense steel needles shot at Dean like a torrential rain, half of which were blown away by the invisible thought force, and pierced into the wooden wall of the room with a "chop chop chop".

The other half hit the ghost armor in front of Dean, and all of them lost their power and fell to the ground like hitting a sponge.

Bang bang bang!
Dean also shot the remaining dozen or so bullets from the m1900 in one go.

Three bullets hit the limbs and torso of the hedgehog head and sank into the flesh, bursting out a few clusters of blood, and the rest hit the air and blasted holes in the wall and the ground.

But after this round of fighting, Dean was unscathed, and his hedgehog head was covered in blood in many places.

It realized that the situation was not good, turned around and smashed open the locked wooden door decisively, and rushed into the corridor. It was so fast that it brought out afterimages, and it jumped ten meters under its feet, but its huge body landed silently!
It fled into the hotel lobby in embarrassment like a bereaved dog, and rushed into the torrential rain outside through the main entrance.

The old lady at the front desk didn't notice it at all, and still dozed off quietly.

Dean's pursuit paused, his finger hooked the trigger and turned around, and an intuition arose in his heart. A light red chain was floating in the air in front of his eyes, clearly pointing him to the direction of the hedgehog's escape. and distance.

"Run away, run away, nocturnal species, the game has just begun."

The homing bullet effect will last for one day!
As for now-

Dean rushed to Camille on the table, there was no obvious trauma from God's perspective, but she seemed to have been poisoned and unconscious.

"Call Leo first and let them handle the scene."

……

(End of this chapter)