Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 162 162. Rewards
Two in the morning.

On the road leaving Hawkins Town, the truck carrying Monica and Peter disappeared into the night.

Dean in the car withdrew his gaze, his cheeks changed back to his original face like a melting candle, and then checked the event records in the system——

Supernatural hunters have always hunted down all monsters, but you are an exception.And for some things, there will be a second time with the first time. Once it starts, there is no turning back.

An unknown road has been paved in front of you...

In the end, you made Peter realize his wish to become a "monster", and also fulfilled his wandering journey with Monica.

Event completion rate 120 percent.

Some special rewards have been improved.

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个人经验+120，lv4(310→430/500)
You have received a special reward, please choose one of the following——

A. Obtain specialties: primary vampire-like physique, your strength and speed will be increased by 20.00% on the original basis, and you will be able to gain quick recovery, hypnosis, low-altitude flight, dark vision, deprivation of five senses and other abilities.

The speed of aging has slowed down significantly, and it only ages one year every ten years.

But there is a price to pay for great power. You have a sick desire for human blood, and you must absorb a small amount of human blood every once in a while to maintain your life. In addition, you will be weakened by sunlight (ultraviolet rays), or even killed.

After this specialty is upgraded from the primary level, the weakness will gradually disappear, and more powerful abilities will be awakened.

Note that with this feat, you will not be able to obtain conflicting bloodline feats like Nocturnal.

B. Obtain 100 points of fighting proficiency.

C. Gain 1→2 points of perception. (promote)

……

The reward for letting go of a different species is actually no worse than the last time you killed a hedgehog.

The effect of option A is almost far superior to the last three items, allowing Dean to improve in all aspects and gain a variety of superpowers.

But he couldn't accept the weakness of being afraid of the sun. Even if the weakness of primary expertise would gradually disappear, who knew how long it would take, and he wouldn't go out during the day before that?
What's more, this is not a very powerful bloodline specialty, and it conflicts with other bloodlines.

PASS!

As for B and C, Dean hesitated. His weakest attribute happened to be the perception involved in option C: 13.2.

……

"I had planned a long time ago to fully develop into a hexagonal warrior, so—" Dean parked the car on the side of the road, locked every window, isolated the sound from inside and outside, and turned off the lighting.

There was a look of determination in his eyes.

"I choose C."

Perception: 13.2 → 15.2.

hiss--

The span of increasing attributes by two points at once is beyond Dean's imagination, not to mention that this increase has also crossed the threshold of 15 points of attributes.

In just a moment, Dean felt tens of thousands of hot red sharp steel needles appeared in the sensory organs such as eyes, ears, mouth and nose, every inch of skin, and even the brain, pricking crazily, making him in agony.

In addition to stinging and heat!
A scorching liquid like magma flows through every blood vessel in his body. His whole body is red and steaming as if he had been cooked. The protruding blood vessels and veins on his forehead, temples, and neck are writhing like loaches under the skin. .

The severe and persistent burning pain made Dean couldn't help but grasped his chest with both hands, and exerted strength on both sides——

Tearing, the shirt inside was instantly torn in half, revealing red skin and muscles!

Ahhhhh!
The miserable screams echoed repeatedly in the car, but they were locked by the glass windows and did not leak out at all.

The sparse moonlight shines on the side of the road through the gaps in the forest, and the whole car is shaking from side to side and bumping up and down strangely.

A naked and red figure rolled in embarrassment in the car, waving his hands and hammering the car body, venting the raging heat in his body.

When his cheek was pressed against the cold car window to cool down, the car window was instantly dyed a shocking blood red.

Howling, rolling, struggling.

After 10 minutes, the terrible movement stopped abruptly.

The car stopped shaking, a series of faint fist marks appeared on the door panels, and the window glass was smashed to pieces.

But the world returned to cleanliness.

Dean, who was covered in blood and sweat, let out a long breath. The car sofa under him was violently torn in half, exposing the red-dyed stuffing.

The entire interior of the car, as if a magnitude [-] earthquake had just occurred, was beyond recognition.

"Fa Ke! Adding an attribute point is like fighting a life-and-death battle."

Dean's face was not very good-looking.

Only then did it break through the perception threshold of 15 points, and the reaction was so violent, it was even more extreme than the first simulation.

If the perception breaks through 20 points in the future, won't the whole person be split in two in pain?
Dean didn't dare to continue thinking, took out the towel and water from the fantasy space, washed his whole body, put on new clothes,
Look around.

The whole world is turned upside down.

Every speck of dust in the car, every hair in the corner is like being put under a magnifying glass.

But the strong smell of blood and sweat made him frowned.

Open the door and get out of the car.

The moonlight was dim, and the dense forests on both sides of the road were pitch-black, and it was almost impossible to see your fingers.

Before his perception improved, Dean could only see a rough outline of a tree ten meters away.

But now, when he looked around, he could clearly see the shape of the leaves on a towering ancient tree 50 meters away. Although he could not see the night as day, it was already a huge improvement compared to before.

Moreover, green leaves, flowers, vines, the colors of all things become rich in layers.

He took a deep breath, the fresh and cold night air poured into his nostrils, the smell of soil, the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves, the astringent smell of berries came from the woods, and the old warehouse of truffles buried in the ground seemed to be moldy The smell of urine and excrement left by small animals among trees and shrubs.

He can clearly distinguish all these complex flavors.

chirp...

zizi…

Prick up your ears.

He heard the thin rustle of the snake's smooth scales against the leaves, the low chirping of crickets, the whirring of the wind through the trees, and the chirping of birds in the open space...

It turns out that there has been a unique concert in the quiet forest.

After 2 points of perception improvement.

Never before had Dean felt the world was so colorful and alive as it was now.

But he faintly felt that some inexplicable changes had taken place in his senses, which he couldn't see at the moment.

……

After sorting out the harvest, Dean took out the pen and the supernatural encyclopedia from the space, turned over the page after the nocturnal hedgehog head, and began to record on the blank page——

Vampires: Suspected close relatives of the legendary vampires, their desire and need for blood, and their fear of the sun are much lower than those in the legends, but their power is not as good as that of traditional vampires.

Human nature is still there, not driven by instinct and animal nature, transforming descendants with a unique blood exchange method... only twice in a lifetime.

Subjects: Monica, Peter.

puff.

Collapse the encyclopedia.

……

Dean drove home.

Early the next morning.

The morning light through the restaurant window illuminated Paque's faint dark circles. He put down a half-eaten taco covered with bacon, onions and coriander, and glanced at the pitted Bronco in the yard outside the window.
"Why did you go last night? How did you make the car look like this?"

Dean put the last piece of cornflakes wrapped in pork cubes, avocado, and tomato on the huge plate into his mouth, and chewed it crisply,

"I was driving down Maple Street last night when I accidentally went off the road and hit a mess of logs and rocks.

"It can't be an accident, it's like a group of thugs smashed the car with a hammer for half an hour," Paqui said earnestly, "Cars have feelings, you have to love them as family members, you treat them well , it will give you a hand in a critical moment, otherwise it will drop the chain, show its temper, and show you some color from time to time."

"Stop! To be honest, I went to Peter's grave, summoned his soul, and asked for important clues—"

"When my parents passed by Hawkins in July 1972, they had contact with a woman named Teri Ives. Perhaps Teri knew their whereabouts."

"Are you kidding me? Summoned the souls of the dead?" Paque put down the food with an extremely serious face.
"You are my dearest person, and I don't want to hide you anymore. It was a year ago when I was a volunteer in the LVPD, I awakened some kind of psychic talent by chance, and relied on this ability to help the police station break a lot case." Dean felt that after going through so much with his uncle, there was no need to hide it any longer.

Paqui was silent for a while after hearing the words, his eyes were complicated,
"Ever since you killed dozens of people in the Red Dragon Club, I knew you were not an ordinary person. But I didn't expect you to have atavistic phenomena besides your inhuman skills?"

Dean's face darkened,
"What atavism phenomenon?"

"There have always been such myths and legends among our aborigines. Great gods and powers are contained in every creature in nature. Flowers, trees, birds and animals in nature have their own souls, and some are endowed with Mystical power."

"Our ancestors possessed some mysterious power. I heard from my mother that there are 'shamans' who can communicate with the dead and spirits, 'medicine' that cures all diseases and diverts all injuries, and transforms into animals to fly in the sky and swim in the sea. 'Beast Whisperer' and so on."

"Although I have never seen my compatriots display these mysterious powers in reality before, I believe—" Paqui said with great certainty, "your psychic ability is derived from the blood gift of your ancestors."

"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors."

Dean prayed with a serious face, what a considerate uncle, the sources of abilities have been compiled for him, saving a lot of talking.

"You must pray to your ancestors every day from now on... Make an oath not to abuse your abilities and destroy the natural environment and ecological balance, otherwise the elves will come to punish you." Paqui stared into his eyes very seriously, "I will also supervise you .”

Dean nodded solemnly,

"Now back to the topic, the name you just mentioned. I am also a native of Hawkins, but I have never heard of Ives. I am 100% sure that there is no family with that last name in town, and I don't know about you. How did my parents know so many mysterious people?" Paqui stuffed the last piece of TACO into his bloody mouth, looked at the wall clock, and at seven o'clock in the morning, "I'm afraid it will take some time to find someone this time."

……

After breakfast, Paque dropped off Dean's Bronco at the nearby Colin Garage before rushing to work.

Dean received the call from the BP machine, and rushed to the shopping mall to look for it after calling back.

Passing by a table in the corner, I saw a few familiar children, Dustin in jeans and cap, a boy with high cheekbones in a red T-shirt who looked like a frog, a black boy in a sports vest, and a handsome girl like a little girl Will.

Four guys are engrossed in playing a game around a board full of pages and tiny dummies,

"It's your turn to make a move, Will, what do you want to do in the face of the devil prince's approaching every step of the way?"

The boy in the red T-shirt read aloud emotionally from a standing book in front of him, urging,
Will stared at the dummy, unable to roll the twenty-sided dice in his hand, "I don't know, I can't make up my mind."

"Fireball!" the black boy suggested aloud,

"Then you have to throw thirteen points, it's too risky, you should release the protection spell!" Dustin analyzed rationally,
"Don't be so cowardly, Fireball!"

"Just to be on the safe side, protect...en?" Dustin paused, opened his mouth in surprise, and stared blankly at the inexplicably extra cone in his hand,
"Good morning, adventurers, it's better to replenish some energy before fighting the boss," Dean stuffed a cone into one of them,

"Dean, you're here at the right time. Let me introduce you!" Will smiled happily, pointing to the frog-faced white boy and the black boy respectively, "This is Mike, the St. Knight, now the dungeon master who hosts the game, this is Lucas, our brave ranger, you know Dustin, the bard."

Dean reached out and shook hands with a few boys,
Mike ate the cone and warmly invited, "Would you like to come? If there is one more mage, their winning rate will increase by at least 20.00%."

"Come on, Master Mage, let's enjoy the joy of fighting BOSS together?" Dustin smiled and handed him a rule book.

Dean glanced at it, and the dense letters and numbers dazzled him for a while. He really didn't understand how these elementary school students could play such a complicated game as DND.
"Forget it, I will hold you back 100%, the real mage will come to you sooner or later. I am leaving, you have fun."

"Bye-Bye."

Several people watched Dean go away and discussed,

"Will, this guy doesn't look very old, is he still a student?" Mike asked curiously,

"Jonathan said that he is a private detective, but his investigation method is quite peculiar, just like we play dice..." Will looked serious, "In short, he is different from other boring adults, which is quite interesting."

Dustin nodded, and said with bright eyes, "My cat often runs away and disappears, can I ask him to help me find it?"

"How much do you plan to pay?" Lucas raised his swarthy chin with a look of disdain,
"Isn't my mother baking enough apple pie?"

"Ahem, everyone, the Devil Prince is getting impatient!" Mike swallowed the whole cone in one gulp, roaring in horror, and clawed at Will with both hands, "Make a choice now!"

……

On the second floor, Dean saw the literary boy sitting in a daze on the chair beside the glass guardrail. His complexion was not very good, with slight bags under the eyes, his bangs were also greasy, and the prototype of the chicken coop appeared. It seemed that he hadn't slept well for a few days. .

"Why did you call me here suddenly, and why didn't you take pictures today?"

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to a friend."

Dean plopped down next to him and handed him a cone.

"Ever since I attended Peter's funeral, I can't control myself. I can't help but think..." Jonathan said sentimentally, "If one day, I get a strange disease like him and fall into a deep coma, don't you see?" To Joyce and Will, and not being able to hear them, not being able to communicate with anyone, how would I feel."

Dean was very supportive of the venue and made a listening gesture,
"I will regret it very much..." Jonathan looked gloomy and unwilling, "I don't know what it's like to have a girlfriend."

"..." Dean was about to laugh angrily at this sullen guy, "If you have time to think about it, why don't you go and confess to your sweetheart! I remember it was that skinny little girl, right?"

"I'm not, I didn't..." Jonathan strongly denied, but his face turned red as if being told something,
"Every time you see her, you have to take a few photos. If you don't admit it, or don't you dare?" Seeing that his face was flushed with embarrassment, Dean put his arms around his shoulders and walked out, "Follow me!"

"where to?!"

"Have you read the introductory shooting book I gave you last time? Let's go to the shooting range to practice guns. As the saying goes, guns are strong and scary."

It just so happened that Dean should also have daily shooting training, and by the way, test the improvement of shooting skills after the improvement of perception.

"No, I like cameras, I don't like guns!" Jonathan resisted,
"Did you know that photography and shooting are actually a kind of technology, which is to hold a tool, find a good angle, aim at the target, and click to create a perfect moment..." Dean smiled brightly at Jonathan, "Trust me, You're going to love getting a headshot."

(End of this chapter)