Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 161 161. Freshmen
The moon is bright.

The cemetery was silent.

Dean, who has always been a killer to monsters, encountered the greatest hesitation in history.

Just now, he had taken Monica to check the wooden house in the cemetery. A grave keeper with gray hair and gray coarse linen was lying on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The breathing and heartbeat are normal, and there is no slight damage to the whole body. This "vampire" did not lie, and she did not harm innocent people.

……

The system progress has reached 80.00%, and Dean is in conflict and struggle:

Monica didn't take the initiative to offend and provoke him, didn't hurt the cemetery guards, and didn't force the boy to accept the transformation, just because she was a monster, she must be killed?
In the past, Dean would not hesitate to eliminate the aliens.

But now recalling a series of experiences in the past, the sinister part of the human heart is even worse than monsters, his persistence seems a bit ridiculous.

With the thought together, the words of the snake-haired man and the hedgehog head kept drilling into his brain like magic sounds:
"Hey! Where are human beings more noble than monsters!"

"There is a mask between the human heart and the animal nature. People can be monsters, and monsters can also be people."

"Kill her, you are a monster in human skin!"

"Ha ha!"

Dean fell into unprecedented contradictions and struggles, his face changed unsteadily, and after a long time he punched his temple heavily, all illusions disappeared, leaving only one thought,
"The event requires Peter to be revived, and I must let Monica complete the ceremony!"

……

Monica, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have changed from him, and begged, "Please give me a chance, I am willing to pay the price."

"That's right, there is a price to pay for everything." Dean regained his composure, "You can continue to transform, and I will let the reborn Peter leave afterwards, but as a price, to create a monster, you have to destroy a monster. After the transformation is successful..." Dean paused, his voice was as cold as ice, as if he was chewing on steel, "I will kill you, let your soul fly away, believe me, I can do it!"

"Or you turn around and leave Hawkins Town immediately, and never come back... I will pretend that I have never seen you, and I will never take the initiative to hunt and kill you again. This is my promise."

my promise...

The sound entered the night sky and drifted far away.

Monica's face was as white as snow.

The night wind blew her thin clothes tightly against her body, her hair brushed her eyes, and tears flickered faintly.

Dean examines her—

Are you more of a monster, or more of a human?
……

"I choose to continue the transformation." Monica raised her head, gritted her teeth, her tone was soft but firm.

"Are you sure?" Dean was a little surprised, "You have a long lifespan, and you haven't exhausted the opportunities for transformation, so you can definitely find another transformation target."

"This transformation failed, and the next transformation will have to wait 100 years." Monica shook her head, "I've had enough of being alone, if I endure it any longer, I'll lose my mind and go crazy, and I'm not sure what terrible things I'll do Come on."

"Besides, I promised Peter to bring him back to life, how could I deceive him?"

The sonorous and powerful words echoed in the night sky.

Dean nodded,

"I will fulfill you."

Just wave.

The "Shadow of the Past" wrapped around his body immediately activated his thoughts, rolled up the entire coffin in the dug-up tomb and flew to the ground.

The lid of the coffin was overturned, revealing Peter's serene face. Because of the effect of rouge, it was rosy and white under the moonlight, just like a living person.

……

Monica approached with her seriously injured body.

With a gentle smile, he stretched out his bloody slender hand and gently stroked Peter's face,
A flash of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to lift up Peter's body and make him sit by the coffin.

Then Monica raised Peter's hands, and with her sharp blade-like nails, pierced the fingertips of Peter's ten fingers, and cut her own ten fingers in the same way.

next second.

The ten fingertips of the two were close together, and the faint redness of the wound merged and merged quickly.

Monica stood up from the coffin with Peter in her arms, letting him rest his head gently on her shoulder.

Raise your hands at the same time.

The bodies of the two cuddled together also swayed from side to side rhythmically.

The moonlight fell on the shoulders of the two like flowing water.

The raised hands draw a semicircle in mid-air, and the steps are light and heavy.

They are like a pair of lovers who have already parted ways. In the gloomy cemetery, beside the coffin, they danced a weird and warm slow dance as a final farewell.

Di quietly observed from the sidelines.

What Monica called "drinking" before was more precisely "blood exchange".

But exchanging ten fingers is very unique, beyond Dean's expectations.

The whole process was uncomfortable.

Monica clenched her teeth, she was sweating profusely without knowing it, her beautiful face was distorted, revealing a feeling of terminal illness and weakness.

In contrast to Peter.

He is the beneficiary.

The dance lasted less than 3 minutes.

There were signs of life in his lifeless body.

His fingers moved, and then his pale face, neck, back of his hands, and under the exposed skin also squirmed one after another, as if air currents and blood were rushing crazily.

Some kind of life was pulsating in his old shell, about to break out of the cocoon.

……

5 minute later.

Monica's pain reached the extreme, and she yelled suddenly, pushed Peter's hands away, fell to the ground, looked exhausted, and began to lazily stretch out her pink tongue to lick her fingertips.

The latter also sat on his back beside the coffin, opened his eyes——

His eyes were as red as blood, and the whites of the eyes could not be seen, but after he blinked hard twice, they returned to the normal state with clear black and white.

At the same time, his chest bulged exaggeratedly.

breathe…

Take several deep breaths.

They are creatures, unlike traditional vampires, they need to breathe and have a heartbeat.

Peter slowly regained his composure, and looked around with a kind of curious eyes for the first time a newborn came to the world. When he saw the beautiful face opposite, his eyes became close and pleasantly surprised.

"Peter, welcome back!"

Monica had just finished licking her fingers, a relieved smile appeared on her sweaty cheeks, her eyes were frighteningly bright,

"Give me your finger and I'll help you stop the bleeding."

Subconsciously, Peter obeyed her request, handed over his hands, watched her put her fingers into her mouth one by one, and gently licked her fingertips with her tongue.

During the whole process, Monica's face was filled with a kind of maternal radiance, and her expression was joyful and tired with a hint of satisfaction, just like a mother animal who is patiently biting off the umbilical cord and licking and cleaning the hair of the newborn cub.

Dean, who was watching not far away, blinked.

By the time she spat out Peter's fingertips, the wound cut by the nail had stopped bleeding and healed, leaving only ten faint scars.

"Monica, did you succeed?" Peter asked, the excitement and excitement in his young voice couldn't be suppressed, "Have I, have I become a vampire?"

"Congratulations, you have been reborn and become an out-and-out monster. Starting today, you will be insulated from the sun, and you will stay with the night for life. You will learn the skills of fighting, survival and wandering."

"As long as I can be with you all the time." Peter stared into her eyes and smiled, looking at his hands and suit in surprise. "I feel great...full of strength and vitality."

He couldn't help trying this new body, and with a light leap, he jumped to a height of three meters.

swipe swipe——

With a flash of his figure, he quickly circled around his own grave and landed silently.

Ahhhhh!
He yelled like he was venting, and the sound was heard far away.

He returned to the spot, grinning freely, looking around with sparkling eyes, and wriggling his nose like a dog, his face full of intoxication,
"It's different, it's amazing...I can even recall the memory of when I was three years old."

"My eyes seem to have a magnifying glass lol, the skin comes to life, I can feel the smell of the wind, the temperature, the humidity...I can hear the earthworms digging in the soil, I can smell...uh...blood smell?"

The joy on his face froze, and he suddenly looked at Monica nervously. After the intense excitement of rebirth, he realized that his companion was in a terrible condition, and his body under the black cloak was covered with bullet holes.

At the same time, he found Dean who was not saying a word not far away, and his expression tightened, "Why are you injured? Who is he, and why is there a human being here?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, he's a friend."

Monica pursed her lips and said insincerely.

But Peter obviously didn't believe this theory. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the silent Dean vigilantly. With a wave of his hands apart, a row of dagger-like nails emerged from his ten fingers. He bowed his knees and stood in front of Monica. forward, between her and Dean.

Like a loyal guard, but nervously fighting between the two.

He never fought.

"Relax, Peter, I don't want to hurt you." Dean shook his head at him, then looked at Monica and asked, "Is the transformation ceremony completely over?"

The woman nodded, suddenly aware of her fate, but there was no trace of fear or fear on her face, she just looked at the companion standing in front of her with nostalgic and reluctant eyes.

"Can you give me some time to teach him some basic common sense? Otherwise, he will have a hard time in the future," she looked at Dean pleadingly.

"Wait, Monica, what do you mean?" Peter growled like a beast in Dean's throat, "You are not allowed to hurt her!"

"I have a question for you. If you answer well, I will reward you." Dean ignored Peter's mania and glanced at the system. The cause and effect of Peter's coma have been thoroughly clarified, and he was resurrected. The progress of the investigation has come to an end. 90.00%.

Everything is ready.

He reached into the black windbreaker and took out a photo of Lena and Guangming.

"Peter, think about it, have you seen these two people?"

"I don't know you, why answer your question?!"

"Stop your hostility and answer him." Monica urged, smiling apologetically at Dean.

"Since you say so, then fine," Peter maintained a defensive posture, his black eyes scanned the photo five meters away, and then said in a very sure tone,

"I remember them, my mother Jane's friends and business associates, very warm uncles and aunts, who visited my home nine years ago, from the 1972th to the 7th of July 5, before Jane died. .”

Dean nodded,

"What did they talk about?"

"About the jewelry business, Jane took them to a restaurant in the town for a meal, and went to the school and the shopping mall." Peter replied without thinking, "I remember they were passing by Hawkins on a tour, and the 7th Then they left and I never saw them again after that."

"Did they mention where the next stop after Hawkins was?" Dean pressed.

"They only said to continue east, Ohio, Pennsylvania, or New York State? They didn't say where."

Dean looked at the progress of the investigation of the long-term event "Bloodline" in the system.

Still one percent, no growth—meaning he still wasn't sure if Lena and Bright had left Hawkins.

Dean drilled down for more details.

Thanks to the powerful memory of the vampire, Peter vividly depicted all the pictures related to the two couples in his memory.

"By the way, on July 7th, I also saw another strange woman by the side of Aunt Lena. Her name is Teri Ives..."

Peter just pronounced the name.

Dean found that the blood relationship investigation progress had suddenly jumped to [-]%, and he couldn't help clenching his fists excitedly.

Teri Ives.

After a lengthy investigation, there were finally follow-up clues.

"This is a lady about 30 years old, with a very intellectual appearance, long dark blonde hair, wearing a fashionable shirt and ladies' suit pants, but she looks a bit nervous and doesn't speak much. I don't know about her, Lena, and Guangming. What is the relationship. Anyway, she is definitely not my mother Jane's friend." Peter paused,
Dean scratched his chin, "Is this Ms. Teri a resident of Hawkins Town?"

"I was just a student before, and I had very limited circle of friends and limited contact with people, so I never saw her in the small town." Peter denied.

Dean nodded, then let uncle use the relationship to investigate.

Things are pretty much under investigation.

The progress of Journey of Fog has reached 90.00%, and the event coma has reached [-]%.

……

"Thank you for your answer, it's time to draw a conclusion." Dean glanced at Monica and strode closer,
"I've said everything I need to say, you can't hurt Monica! Stop, don't come here."

Peter threatened Dean with a stern voice, enduring his fear and rushing towards Dean, but just as he took a step, the "Shadow of the Past" held him in place with surging thoughts.

The invisible membrane tightly wrapped his skin, making his limbs straight, suspended in the air at a height of half a meter like a dried specimen.

His eyes widened, his mouth revealed two small fangs, and he made a vicious grimace.

But no deterrent.

This newborn vampire was too weak to break free.

"Don't hurt Peter, please..." Monica dragged her seriously injured body in front of Peter who was hanging in the air, raising her sweaty face like a hen protecting a calf, but she was seriously injured and had just finished Transformation lost a lot of blood, completely lost combat power, trembling in place just standing,

Dean didn't answer her, and raised his hand, the muzzle of the M1900 was pointed at the woman's forehead, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Create a monster, kill a monster, we have an appointment. It's up to you to pay the price, with this The world says goodbye."

"boom!"

The voice fell.

Gunshots.

The bullets tore through the night sky, and the loud noise made Monica's eardrums sting, her pale face tightened in pain, and her mind went blank.

For a moment, she seemed to see a pure white heaven, and faintly heard a beautiful hymn.

But when she regained her senses a little, all the beautiful visions turned into a distant voice,

"Vampire Monica, you have paid the price."

"Leave Hawkins and live a good life in the future."

The two aliens supporting each other faintly saw a black figure hooked on the trigger guard and turned around, and blew at the gunpowder permeating the muzzle, TAC-50 and MP5 were pulled by invisible forces and flew towards them. circling around.

His figure gradually faded away.

"Abiding by the principle, don't do evil and kill innocent people indiscriminately. Otherwise, someone will collect your body for you."

Dean's last warning was sent in the breeze, and he completely disappeared into the night.

……

"What? He just let us go? Who is he?"

Peter was unbelievable and at a loss. He was hanged and beaten before he was familiar with a new skill after being reborn, but the other party just asked a question and left suddenly.

"Who knows? Maybe a principled witcher. But God forbid, we survived. Peter, bury the coffin back quickly, and no one will know that you crawled out!"

"Okay, look at me!" Peter waved the shovel vigorously, and couldn't wait to ask, "After the burial?"

"Going east, my truck is parked there, we'll be off in a minute, and start a new life."

"Woooo..."

"Silly boy, why are you crying?"

"It's all like a dream. I finally got rid of the nightmares of the past and turned into a monster. It's all too good to be true."

"When the monster is not as wonderful as you think, the terrible thing XZ is behind."

"for example?"

Monica looked up. In the dark sky, a morning star was shining. The light swept away the loneliness and hesitation buried deep in her chest. She looked at the child struggling to wield the shovel with a smile on her face.

"Don't worry, listen to me tell you slowly, you still have a lot to learn."

(End of this chapter)