Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 160 160. Night Visitor
midnight.

Hawkins Cemetery.

There was a little light in a bush, brighter than a firefly dancing in the night sky, but it quickly faded away.

Dean just lay there motionless:

Stretch the left leg straight and bend the right leg, keeping the angles between the lower back, the forearm and the big arm, and the left and right forearms all unchanged.

Staring 50 meters away through the magnifying glass, the tombstone belonging to Peter under the pine tree opens the perspective of God from time to time to observe the surrounding movement.

Darkness enveloped the entire cemetery, and the night breeze gently caressed. Cicadas, grasshoppers, and weavers chirped one after another in the shivering bushes and grass.
In the dark night sky and the dim moonlight, the shadows of the dancing trees are like guards standing quietly in the darkness, faithfully guarding the desolate and desolate tombstones in the cemetery for decades.

...

An unusually gloomy and penetrating coolness permeated unconsciously, as if the dead man's hand was touching the back of his neck, making him breathless and his skin numb and itchy.

But Dean was motionless, rock solid.

Dean's eyelids twitched suddenly.

In the magnifying glass, an unexpected visitor stepped on the ghostly footsteps, flying lightly and soundlessly across the grass in the cemetery.

In just one breath, he passed a distance of ten meters and came to Peter's tombstone.

really!The real culprit is coming!
Intense excitement beat on Dean's chest, and his heart was beating almost to his throat.

The system vibrated at the same time, and the survey jumped to 50.00%.

He held his breath and looked further through the magnifying glass.

This visitor is a humanoid creature, wearing a black cloak and a black peaked hat, almost blending into the night from top to bottom.

And the curves under the cloak are thrilling,
Buttocks, slender waist, plump, like a fertile hill.

From Dean's angle, she can still see her side face, which is as pale as paper against the black cloak. The jaw line and neck are as graceful as a work of art. With a soul-stirring charm, it seems to be smiling affectionately at the observer in the dark.

This is an out-and-out sexy stunner.

And Dean had seen it on that poster he saw in the movie theater!
"Monica the magician, the accomplice of Peter's 'death', you finally showed your weakness."

Dean exhaled cautiously and moved his wrist a little.

I saw Monica took out a shovel that she carried with her.

The slender hands grabbed the shovel and began to dig the excavated grave frantically.

She looks sexy, but her movements are quick enough to put the most skilled miners to shame.

Puff puff--

Wielding the shovel with both hands was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and piles of soil were thrown into the air in a line, and it was estimated that the coffin could be dug out in a quarter of an hour.

"What kind of creature is Monica?"

Dean didn't act rashly. Being in the dark, he had the upper hand and could think patiently.

This woman, with red lips like blood and sickly pale skin, exuded a noble aura from the inside out, which reminded him of a word——

vampire,
Beautiful, elegant, mysterious, a vampire who lives in the dark!
"Do vampires exist in this world?"

The good and evil of this thing are unknown, and Dean simply regards her as an enemy.

"If she is a vampire, how should I deal with it?"

Dean's mind flashed through the descriptions in Tribeca's paranormal encyclopedia and legends.

Vampires are good at hypnosis, high-speed movement, bat transformation, blood-sucking healing, and flying?
But it should be a high-attack, high-sensitivity creature.

"You can't rush over, even if you want to communicate and negotiate, you have to make her lose her fighting power first!"

"And the 120 experience rewards prove that her strength may not be as good as the previous hedgehog-headed nocturnal species."

"It can be done!"

……

Dean turned his gaze, and first took out the weapons and equipment from the fantasy space: M1900, AR15, and an M26 armed on his body.

Hanging cheeks, eyes moved to the front of the scope.

Squeeze the trigger lightly with your index finger.

At a certain moment, most of the tomb was dug open, revealing the coffin cover covered in mud. The corners of Monica's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a touching smile.

Just now!

Ghost armor!
"Shadows of the Past" enveloped Dean's body.

He pulled the trigger at the same time!
boom!
Gunshots.

The huge sound wave tore through the silent night, and the strong air current shook the bushes here and there.

The 50-meter sniper is as fast as lightning.

The woman standing in front of the tomb had no time to react, her body swayed suddenly, a blood hole was cut on her left thigh, and the splashed blood stained the black cloak red.

Her glamorous cheeks were full of astonishment!
boom!
Dean's ruthless hands destroy flowers.

Second shot.

But the woman recovered from the stiffness surprisingly quickly, and her hot body ghostly jumped sideways first, perfectly avoiding the bullet.

Her back is arched like a big cat, her thin lips are parted to reveal two fangs,

Swah——

Glittering steel cones emerged from the tips of the ten fingers of her hands, which were as delicate as porcelain. Holding a pair of sharp claws, she quickly rushed towards the bushes where Dean was hiding.

Her thigh was injured, her running posture was no longer as light and agile as before, her body was shaking in the imbalance, and her speed slowed down, but the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Dean continued to pull the trigger.

boom!
A strange scene appeared.

Monica quickly waved the big cloak in front of her, and magically put the bullet into the darkness and disappeared.

And the delicate body behind the cloak was unscathed, and rushed to the ground with a burst of fragrant wind.

50m…

30m…

She magically dodged a shot again.

The rich fragrance from his body flowed into Dean's nostrils along the gust of wind, his heart swayed inexplicably, and he was in a trance for a while, and an uncontrollable heat surged in his lower abdomen.

But Superman's will is not a display.

Dean shook his head and shook off the charm.

The eyes fell into darkness again, the voices in the ears, the fragrance in the nose, and the airflow passing over the skin all disappeared... A mysterious force instantly took away his vision, hearing, smell, and the pain of being hit continuously ,
He seemed to be locked in a dark and empty cosmic vacuum.

next second.

Dean opened the perspective of God, and the lost five senses returned!

Pushing away the woman who suppressed his crazy claw attack.

A zombie got up and picked up the TAC-50 at the same time, aiming the gun at the woman's towering chest, and fired a close-up burst.

Monica swung her right paw towards the barrel of the gun.

boom!
Gold and iron symphony!

A mass of sparks exploded in midair, and the muzzle deflected and shot into the empty night sky.

The sniper rifle was also driven five meters by the huge force before landing.

The two almost collided face to face, like tender couples stalemate for a second.

A few strands of long hair from Monica's sideburns kissed Dean's cheek, and a bone-crushing aroma followed.

At the same time, Monica's pale face reflected a touching pink luster, and her rippling bright eyes were full of natural charm.

But her winking eyes were thrown to the "blind man", and Dean's will was directly exempted from this charm.

The power of thought quietly manipulated the AR-15 into the air, floating behind Monica.

The loaded M1900 in his hand aimed at the woman's waving claw.

boom!
Da da da!
In the next second, the two sides fought together.

The two guns surrounded the woman and spewed flames back and forth, the bullet casings fell to the ground crazily, and the sharp claws shredded the white mist created by the gunpowder.

In this cemetery, the two circled each other, chased and collided.

Not just the ground.

Dean used his thoughts to jump up, the woman shook the cloak, and the two flew several meters into the air, collided violently and burst into sparks, and then fell together.

Gunshots, roars, muffled hums, and sharp cold lights criss-crossed, cutting the night into pieces, and white smoke rose from the lawn.

Just 1 minutes.

The two people in mid-air suddenly separated and fell to the ground.

Sweat drenched Dean's short hair and cheeks. The evenly matched battle exhausted his energy rapidly, while Monica's pointed hat was blown away, revealing a shawl of black hair.

A large mass of bloody bullet holes appeared on the bumpy body, destroying muscles and blood vessels, and expanding the wound.

Monica frowned stingingly, frightened and frightened.

Her sharp claws couldn't tear the "Ghost Armor" apart, and in one minute of fierce fighting, the shameful sneak attacker on the opposite side didn't lose even a single hair!

And the wounds on her whole body had appeared faster than the self-healing speed, the consumption was too high, the healing speed began to slow down rapidly, and the physical strength and vitality were frighteningly lost.

Must hurry up!

The woman swooped in again, her long hair fluttering in the wind like a cluster of black butterflies.

Dean held out his hands to meet her slashing claws.

14's agility allowed him to move no slower than the woman, and a pair of iron hands grabbed the woman's wrist first.

Equal strength erupts between the two hands, they wrestle like wrestlers!
go in circles.

Dean also shamelessly used his thoughts to freeze Monica's body, then suddenly opened his eyes, a frightening light flashed in his pupils.

Lv3 fighting, instinctive sneak attack!

Left knee slightly bent.

Right knee forward.

The right calf is kicked from bottom to top.

Lifting the vaginal legs hits the nail on the head!

Well--

Soft nasal voice, painful muffled hum.

The body of the woman who was hit hard trembled,
Dean grabbed out the MP5 and pointed it at the live target. In the splashing blood, his thoughts rolled up a rusty iron railing in the cemetery, crossed the night sky, pierced the woman's waist like a spear, and nailed her hard. on the ground!
Struggling, screaming.

The woman quickly pulled out the iron spear and threw it away, and the body under the cloak trembled in severe pain.

Dean took the opportunity to open his hands like steel pincers and hug her delicate body that was as cold as a popsicle into his arms. His legs also wrapped around one of the other's legs like a predatory python, and rolled around against the grass a few times, crushing her under Peter's tombstone. Down.

She was dying, and completely lost the power to resist, her black hair spread out wildly like seaweed, covered with dirt and grass stalks.

And Dean sat on her waist, with the muzzle of the M1900 in his hand pressed against her forehead.

……

The battle ended in a hurry, and the cemetery returned to tranquility. The moon hiding behind the clouds reappeared, and the moonlight fell on Monica.

Crystal beads of sweat slid down her pretty face, slid over the slender neck and the ripped placket, and then there was the delicate and smooth jade-like spring light underneath.

She closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, waiting for death to come.

But a full five seconds.

The other party didn't make a move, she couldn't help breaking the dead silence,
"You won't kill me? What do you want from me?"

Her voice was clear and sweet, just like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, trembling with fear and anger, but also with a touch of charming charm.

Dean took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood,

"Answer my question honestly, maybe I'll let you go, but if you lie...dishonest," Dean paused, opened his eyes, and grinned at the corner of his mouth, "Believe me, you will be worse than death. "

The woman's eyes flicked on his face, and she nodded honestly.

The two started a long conversation in an extremely awkward posture.

"What species are you, a legendary vampire?"

"Vampire? Maybe." Monica laughed at herself. "I do need a little bit of human blood every once in a while to maintain my life...the amount is not much, and it won't cause harm to anyone."

"A small amount? How much?" Dean's tone was full of distrust,

"Half a month, almost 100ml, it's not as good as a normal blood donation."

"You have two fangs." Dean glanced at her moist red lips,

Monica opened her mouth, revealing a row of neat white teeth, the previous fangs retracted again, she explained,
"It's just a decoration, the hardness is about the same as the teeth of ordinary people. I usually use my nails to scratch the target's skin and drink a little blood."

"Really?" Dean was noncommittal, "I thought you were a vampire, so are you afraid of the sun?"

Monica was silent for a moment, her pretty face was tense showing a trace of struggle, and the muzzle of the gun quietly moved to her heart.

"I'm afraid, the sun will greatly weaken my physical fitness, hurt me, and even kill me."

"How long before the sun kills you?"

"I haven't tried it. According to my experience, it takes at least three hours."

Dean was surprised. The vampire recorded in the book would be burned to ashes by the sun in a few minutes at most. This Monica is more resistant to the sun.
"So apart from sunlight, can garlic, silver, and crosses hurt you? What other weaknesses do you have?"

The woman snorted softly, "Sorry, I usually eat human food, and I especially like to add garlic to pizza and pasta. I occasionally pray to God with a cross."

"Silver? As long as I don't swallow too much and cause poisoning, it doesn't affect me."

She paused, "Other than that, I don't know any other weaknesses."

……

Dean was silent and scanned her left chest from the perspective of God, where the wound caused by the two bullets was slowly stopping the bleeding and healing.

The woman appeared to be an unconventional vampire.

I don't know if the heart is nailed with a wooden stake, and the bullet hits the heart critically, whether it can kill it.

"Ms. Vampire, what housekeeping skills do you have?"

"The strength and speed are much higher than ordinary people, but they are about the same as you."

She closed her eyes and was extremely frank, or in other words, she understood that resistance was futile.

But her voice occasionally trembled from the dull pain of the wound on her body.

"Fly low, fly a little faster than you."

"Smells and looks won't work on you,"

"The five senses that blind the target have no effect on you."

"The injury recovered quickly."

"My body is always healthy and energetic, and I will never get sick. My aging rate is one tenth of that of ordinary people, which means that I only grow one year every ten years."

Dean was extremely envious.

If ordinary people can live seven or eighty years, wouldn't this guy live seven or eight hundred years?
"How old are you now?"

"According to human calculations, it is 70 years old."

"You said you were 70 years old?" Dean condescendingly "looked" at this beautiful face, like a creation of God, the skin was so tender that it dripped water, without a trace of wrinkle, no matter how you looked at it, it was no older than 30 years old.

"According to the calculation of the vampire in your mouth, it is 25 years old."

"Okay, go ahead, what else can you do?"

"Dark vision, enhanced senses."

"Excellent memory."

"Elsewhere, like humans, we also need to eat, breathe, rest, get injured, die, and I also have a heartbeat, but it's a very slow, weak heartbeat."

……

Dean was even more surprised,

This is completely different from the legendary vampire. Is she really a vampire?

"Can't you turn into bats, or manipulate bats?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have no blood relationship with bats. Naturally, I can't turn into them, and I can't order them," the woman smiled harshly. "We can't turn into cats and dogs, cattle and sheep, cars, and ships either. Bikes... I can only maintain my human form."

"Be serious!" Dean asked sharply, "Have you heard of nocturnal species?"

"I only have a little impression that most of them live in Midian, revering an ancient existence called Baphomet, and under its protection from the persecution of the Law of Convergence. But we have no trouble with them, I don't eat people, I only eat Drink a little blood."

Dean nodded, inexplicably feeling that this guy was a little cute, then shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue.

"How thirsty are you for blood?"

Monica lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips. "We smell human blood, just like hungry humans smell food. But there are delicious foods and bad foods."

"Some human blood is fragrant and very attractive to me, while some are so foul-smelling that it makes me vomit just by smelling it."

she murmured.

"According to my experience, the more people kill people like hemp and kill more powerful creatures, the better their blood tastes, but I have been keeping restraint and drinking it once every two weeks, otherwise it will be too troublesome and I don't have time for manicures. "

"Why does the blood that kills a lot taste good?" Dean showed a fierce expression,

"I can't tell." She suddenly moved her straight nose at Dean, narrowed her charming eyes, and licked her lips with a look of intoxication on her beautiful face, "But I know, you, The blood is delicious, and you have killed many people and monsters. I have lived for 70 years, and I have killed more soldiers and abnormal supernatural creatures who have participated in wars than you."

……

Dean's expression froze when he heard the words, he quietly clenched the M1900 in his hand, and touched the trigger with his index finger.

The woman froze instantly, not daring to move at all.

A terrible murderous intent seized her.

The power of thought turned into the shadow of death blowing towards the face.

It blocked her throat and pressed her heaving chest, making it impossible for her to breathe.

A full half minute.

The aura on Dean's body relaxed.

"How did you become a vampire? How did you get here in the past few decades?"

breathe…

Monica first breathed a long sigh of relief, with a trace of rejoicing on her face, before explaining slowly,
"I grew up happily in Florida, but when I was 20 years old, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and was about to die. A vampire suddenly found me, transformed me, and cured my terminal illness."

Dean's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

"Then I left Florida with her, depended on each other, wandered around the country in a big truck, and learned from her how to make a living and hide skills..."

"Hide?" Dean interrupted.
Monica took a deep look at him,
"Because this world is very dangerous. There are many humans like you who attack me as a monster without greeting first, but their methods are more cruel than yours. They don't listen to my explanation at all and kill me directly."

"In addition, there are laboratories and corporate institutions that want to capture my anatomical research to obtain the secret of longevity, and monsters lurking in the shadows that are eager to devour my flesh and blood. The terrible doom that must befall me every few years."

Dean was not embarrassed at all, still sitting on her waist, and said blankly,

"You have been very lucky to have survived for decades under the influence of the law of supernatural convergence."

"That's thanks to my self-healing ability, otherwise I would have died ten times."

"Another companion of yours?"

Monica's expression darkened,
"He died 20 years ago. He died under the siege of several supernatural beings. The corpses were packed away for research."

"So you lived alone for 20 years?"

"Yes, in order to reduce the chance of being discovered, I never stay in one place for more than half a month. But some things make me feel more uncomfortable than the danger of life."

"What?" Dean asked.

Monica tried her best to turn her head to look at Peter's tombstone, and sadly said a word, "Lonely."

A gust of cold night wind suddenly blew.

Dean inexplicably felt extremely desolate and desolate in his heart.

"After becoming a vampire, one of the things that scares me the most is loneliness. You can't imagine this kind of emptiness, which is more terrifying than death. It has spread for decades. It is like a gangrene growing on the mouth. If you don't lick it, It wouldn't get worse, but I've lived too long to do it, and I've been tortured to death by it."

Monica twisted her cheeks in pain, and continued tremblingly,

"For the past 20 years, I have been looking for a suitable transformation object, a new companion who will live with me forever."

"So you chose Peter in the end?"

"Yeah." She admitted bluntly, her eyes full of appreciation, "There are few humans who are so obsessed with monsters like Peter, but this is perfect. In terms of choosing the same kind, it is far better to choose someone who likes your own race than someone who hates you. "

"His blood is very bad, which shows that he is a simple and harmless human being. He is very young, so it is easier to transform, accept a new set of worldviews and values, and adapt to the life of monsters."

"The most important point," Monica sighed faintly. She obviously had a different head, but her eyes were full of complex human emotions. Dean knew that it was called sympathy. "He lived a miserable and lonely life..."

"Everyone around him is hurting him, the human world doesn't understand him, accept him, why can't he turn into a monster? And you know, his aunt..."

"I've investigated, I know." Dean interrupted her, and asked the doubts that lingered in his heart, "Did Peter tell you that he hated Aunt Lucia?"

"I don't hate it, but he doesn't want to continue to maintain that deformed relationship, and even prefers to use death to get rid of it," Monica said with a deep breath, "I saw my own shadow in him, and I was so desperate in the past, My teacher at that time reached out to me."

"This time, fate brought him into my magic show and brought him in front of me. So why should I not act?"

"Then why don't you just take him away, but let him die?" Dean asked,

Monica smiled, "Do you think it's that simple? To become a monster, you must die first!"

"Only when a person dies in the secular society can he completely cut off the fetters and shackles of the past. Only in this way can he get out of the quagmire of pain and wash away the dirt on his body! Only with the cleanest, new identity, perfect The state welcomes the new students!"

"I told you everything, without reservation!" She just lay on the ground, staring up at Dean's face, pleading word by word, "Please let me dig Peter out and complete the final transformation."

"What steps are left?"

"He drank my blood and fell into suspended animation. He had to drink it again to say goodbye to the past and regain his life."

"You have to die before you can be reborn. So can you transform the same kind infinitely?"

"If that's the case, the world would have been ours long ago." Monica shook her head, "We can only transform twice in a lifetime."

Dean nodded, and obvious hesitation flashed across his face. He wanted to watch a human become a vampire-like existence?

"You're willing to listen patiently to a monster like me say so much."

A tinge of blood appeared on Monica's sickly pale cheeks, and at the same time a holy light shone, like a priest who swore to save the lost.

"This proves that your heart is not bad. You are not a superpower who kills innocents indiscriminately, does whatever you want, and has a breakdown of reason. You must have principles and bottom lines."

"You're wrong, I specialize in hunting monsters." Dean said indifferently.

"Then you think I'm a monster that needs to be sanctioned? I've never killed innocent people, except those criminals who coveted my beauty and wanted to hurt me." Monica looked confidently at the entrance of the cemetery in the distance House of.

"Even I just hypnotized the grave guard, and didn't kill him. You can check it at any time."

"Then how do I know if the previous statement was your lie? You forced Peter to accept your transformation."

"I didn't force him." Monica shook her head, her hair throbbing like seaweed. "I gave him a chance to regret it. In the first few days of coma, he could wake up every day. As long as he regretted it and left a mark, I will end the transformation ritual and let him return to a normal human life."

Can it work in reverse?

Dean had learned a lot, and then the memory flashed back in his mind. Lucia's first conversation mentioned that Peter was comatose and then woke up, and the cycle repeated.

Monica did not lie.

"But Peter has a kind of firmness beyond his age, he is consistent, and he has no regrets." Monica said with relief, "It is more suitable for transformation than I expected."

……

"I've said everything. I swear to God, Satan, and Dracula that there is nothing false. I beg you...let me continue the transformation." Her tone suddenly became more anxious, "The ceremony has entered the final stage. The method is terminated, and there is not much time left, if it continues, Peter will change from a suspended animation to a real death!"

Still holding the gun, Dean glanced at the tombstone next to him, and then at the pale, tear-stained face beneath him.

In deep hesitation.

(End of this chapter)