Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 163 163. Hope, Spirit Vision

A week passed, and it was late July. Dean insisted on red dragon meditation every day to maintain emotional stability, and took Jonathan to the shooting range to practice guns. The opponent had mastered the basics of shooting through his rigorous training.

Dean has also consolidated his sharpshooter skills within 50 meters, and his strength has steadily improved:

Character level: 4 (430/500)

Physical: 16.1
Strength: 14.1→14.2
Sensitivity: 14.4→14.5
Perception: 15.2
Spirit: 18.1
Will: 14.1→14.2
Ability: 6/6
Fighting lv3 (50→60/400)
Shooting lv3 (170→180/400)
Shadow of the Past lv2 (20→35/300)

Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (180→195/300)
Mimic lv1 (133→149/200)
Fantasy space lv0, volume 2 cubic meters.

Expertise, system capability: Omit.

……

But the investigation on Teri Ives was deadlocked, and Dean couldn't find any news after asking around.

On the morning of this weekend, Dean couldn't help calling his old friend,
"Long time no contact, Holden, where have you been recently?"

"Traveling around the country with my old boss," Holden's familiar magnetic voice came out of the microphone, "teaching psychology courses, and helping the local police solve some difficult cases by the way, recently in Atlanta, Georgia. And you, you got your wish Did you get a private detective?"

"I got a license in Nevada, but I'm currently back home in Indiana."

"Why don't you look for a job and run around? If you are really free, come and do it with me." Holden said sincerely, "I have a bigger stage for you to display your talents. With your help, our work is also very important." It will proceed more smoothly.”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not used to being restrained." Dean declined a little, his tone paused, "Let's get to the point, I'm in a little trouble right now, and I need your help to find someone, Teri Ives,"

"I knew you kid wouldn't care about old friends for no reason." Holden complained, with a serious tone, "I'll help, and be more specific about the goal, who knows how many Teri there are in all countries. "

"She's supposed to be from Hoosier," Dean recalled Peter describing at the time, "about 40 years old, dark blonde hair..."

……

"It's over, come with me." Paqui put on his suit and waved to him,

"where to?"

"I also found a well-informed foreign aid, the Sheriff of Hawkins Town, Hope."

The two drove to the north of the town, a remote hut deep in the forest.

The house has only one floor, and its appearance is extremely simple, resembling a large truck compartment with a few windows, but behind the compartment is a small clear lake, which can be regarded as being surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery.

After the two knocked on the door a few times, a tall man wrapped in a bath towel, revealing a chest covered in black hair and a "swimming ring" on his stomach opened the door. He had just taken a shower, with wet brown hair thrown back Combed close to the scalp, it looks very stylish.

In addition, he has a beard that is neither long nor short around his mouth. He has a horse face, a hooked nose, deep-set eye sockets, and a broad forehead.

Dean entered the door and looked around the room, frowning. The furniture and electrical appliances in the house were piled up in a mess, the corridor and the living room merged into one, and there was almost no place to put his feet. Plenty of cigarette butts, the air smells of beer and overnight fermented food.

This is exactly the solitary hut of a single decadent middle-aged man.

"This is your nephew Dean," Hope said, sitting on the yellow sofa and throwing a Marlboro to Paque, who was facing him, and he also began to puff.

"Well, I just graduated from high school and came to Hawkins for a trip. How about you, you look talented?" Paque's big rough face showed a hint of showing off,

Hope took a deep breath, as if thinking of something from the past, his face darkened for a while, but he looked up at Dean's slender and strong body, and the satisfaction in his eyes flashed away.

"The physique is great, have you practiced fighting?"

"I used to learn a little embroidered legs in LVPD." Dean admitted,
"What about shooting?"

"The ten-meter target is barely enough."

"It's enough in the country." Hope muttered, looking at Dean, "Are you interested in working at the Hawkins Police Station?"

"What?"

"In recent years, the number of foreign personnel in Hawkins Town has increased sharply, and troubles have also increased. The brothers in the bureau are too busy to manage. We plan to recruit another police officer, and Paque has always been very picky, but he does not praise you. Juekou, you must have two brushes."

As Hope said, Pacqui next to him also looked over expectantly.

"As long as you come, you can join the job right away. There are not so many complicated rules in LVPD here. I have the final say."

"I'm sorry, I never planned to be a policeman." Dean immediately shook his head and refused, and handed over the slip of paper with his name and identity under the regretful eyes of the other party, "It's important, I hope you can help find someone this time. "

"Terry Ives? This is not from Hawkins." Hope looked puzzled, "It will take a lot of time to find her. And I'm the sheriff, responsible for the whole town's shit, every day I'm so busy that I can't sleep, if there is no new person to help me share, it will be difficult for me to make room."

"Let me analyze it for you. You can spend your time in bars every night investigating." Paque pointed to a pile of Budweiser cans under the refrigerator. "You just quit drinking and you just lost weight. If you're too fat, be careful not to have a good reputation. No woman will date you!"

"Don't drink? You want my life." Hope shook his head, shook the ash in the ashtray, and thought for a few seconds, "Okay, I can help find someone, but I can't help this time in vain. Let me Five thousand knives?"

"What are you using it for, sucking grass?" Paque folded his arms around his chest,
Hope opened a small white medicine bottle without a label on the table, took out two pills, and swallowed them with beer. "My ex-wife needs it urgently. I'll return it to you in a year at most."

"Dude, you have been divorced for so many years, you don't owe her anything, and what happened back then was not your fault. You should take care of yourself." Paqui advised,
Hope just stared silently,

"I've convinced you, good man, I'll lend you the money," Paqui shrugged, took out his checkbook and began to write, "Help us find Teri as soon as possible."

……

"Is this sheriff addicted to drugs? Is it really reliable?" Leaving the hut by the river, Dean recalled Hope's performance, his tone was full of distrust,

"It's just a painkiller..." Paque shook his head, "Don't look at him drinking out of shape now, he also used to kill all sides in the New York detective circle. His style is very tough. Just wait and see, he will give you a surprise."

……

With the help of two foreign aids, Holden and Hope, Dean felt more at ease and looked forward to a major breakthrough in the next few days.

But when they got home, they unexpectedly found a fat middle-aged woman bent over the cat in the grass in her yard, searching for something,
"Meow meow, be obedient, come out, mom is here?"

"Paqui, have you seen my meow?" The woman walked towards the two of them, the sun shining on the sweat on her round cheeks,

"It's not here." Paque said helplessly, holding his forehead, "Mrs. Henderson, if I remember correctly, your cat has disappeared ten times in the past six months, right? Can't you tie it up?"

"I'm sorry, but I kept Meow Miao in the house and locked the doors and windows," the woman said shamefully, "It's still gone, and it took away the freshly baked apple pie from the plate. Can you help me?" Shall I look for it, you two?"

"That cat has become a genius, and can still play hide-and-seek with you? Last time it was in the bushes, last time it was hiding on the bathroom tarp, where is it this time? Forget it, let's go, I will help you again Look for it, there is a high probability that it is still at your house." Paqui winked at Dean, and the three of them walked to the house on the opposite hillside together.

Dean looked at the woman's chubby kind face, "Are you Dustin's mother, Marshall Henderson?"

"Yes, you are Dean, Dustin often mentions you."

Dean nodded, "Why didn't you see him?"

"The kid went outside to look for Meow Miao."

Dean wondered, is Toothless looking for a cat, or is he in a hurry to find a good friend to fight the boss?

……

Mrs. Henderson's house is far less luxurious than Paque's house. Dean and Paque searched at two ends when they entered the house. Dean scanned from the perspective of God while rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After the perception is raised to 15.2, the God's perspective is also enhanced. Although the scan range is still 30 meters, the fineness and efficiency of scanning have improved a lot.

In just 2 minutes, Dean scanned all the hiding places on the first floor of the house, including the closet, refrigerator, working oven, inside of the washing machine, under the bed and sofa, without missing a single corner.

He successfully found a large peach blossom-shaped five-toed paw print that was hard to detect with the naked eye, scattered messily on the carpet in the entire room, and finally disappeared behind a certain carpet in the living room.

Looking down from the perspective of God, there is a dark basement below the floor, without a ray of light penetrating, making it difficult for Dean to see clearly.

"Mrs. Henderson, can I go into the basement to check?" Dean knelt down and tapped the floor with his index finger upside down.
"That place hasn't been opened for a long time, how do you know?" The woman covered her mouth in surprise,

"Guess, I think Miaomiao might be inside."

"Then I'll thank you, it's dirty and dark down there, so be careful."

The woman lifts the basement lid.

Dean found a flashlight and called Paque down the stairs.

The place is full of old boxes, cabinets, mirrors and other sundries covered with canvas. The ground is covered with a thick layer of dust. Every step on it is a footprint. The air is extremely dull, and there is a damp and moldy smell of wood. .

The two of them were using the light of the flashlight to illuminate it as they walked. After walking a few steps, Dean noticed a small orange-yellow ball-like thing rolling around on the ground in the corner, as if coquettishly facing the air.

Meow! !

The chubby cat shadow heard the movement, turned around and glanced at Dean, human panic appeared on the chubby hairy face, the spine exploded, the hair stood on end, the limbs tensed and jumped into the air, and then sprinkled A bubble of crystal clear urine slipped past their feet and ran up the stairs.

"God! God bless! Sweetheart, come to mommy's arms, don't be afraid, mommy is here, mommy protects you, no one can hurt you."

Mrs. Henderson knelt down and hugged it, her big round face rubbed against its fat face, and then gently stroked its chin and neck, her eyes were tender as if she was looking at her most beloved child.

The orange cat hissed for a while before slowly regaining his composure, and purred comfortably.

"Thank goodness, thank you, Paqui, Dean, Meow has been found, come up, a new batch of apple pie will be baked soon, you must stay and taste it."

"Haha, then we will not be polite." Paque responded with a smile, and then looked at Dean with admiration.

"How did you do it? You found this naughty ghost in just a few minutes. I used to spend at least two hours each time. Did you inherit the ability of the beast whisperer from your ancestors?"

"It's just experience. I used to have a nickname in Lvpd, Cat Finder." Dean explained casually, and then stared at the back of the chair where the orange cat just popped out with constricted pupils, and quietly summoned the ghost armor to cover the whole body.

From God's perspective.

Behind the chair and in front of the cobweb-covered wall, there is a light blue, translucent human figure sticking out like a stick, with its hands stuck to its sides, its dark face hanging down to the ground, like an illusory shadow.

"Let's go, is there something wrong over there?" Paqui followed Dean's gaze, but only saw an empty white wall.

"It's a little trouble, I have to deal with it, you go up first,"

"Dangerous?" Paqui quietly touched the holster under his arm,
"Small problems, I can solve them."

"Well, be safe. Also, Mrs. Henderson's pie is very delicious, come slowly, be careful I eat it up."

Paque hesitated, turned and went upstairs.

Dean took a few steps closer, and the figure became more and more clear—a middle-aged man with thinning hair, round nose and eyes, and a beer belly. If it wasn't for his dull face and dull eyes, he should be full of affinity.

He raised the plank and looked through the lens, the human form still existed.

"Sure enough...it's a ghost." The corners of Dean's mouth curled up slightly, his face full of surprise. He finally knew where the inexplicable change came from after the fifteenth breakthrough in perception. A threshold, the invisible ghost can already be seen with the naked eye, well, this ability should be called spiritual vision, but it does not appear in the system records."

Now, Dean has the ability to see ghosts and the powerful spiritual power to open a channel to summon ghosts. He has finally become a real psychic!

"But how did this ghost get the orange cat down?" Dean held the dagger with his backhand to launch a fatal blow at any time, and tiptoed carefully approached within two meters of the ghost. The surface of this guy's body looked like Ripples like a windswept lake, but there isn't a trace of blood or damage anywhere near where it stands.

On the contrary, there are more than a dozen apple pies under its feet. Some exude an attractive color and aroma, and have not deteriorated. They should have been baked in the past few days. Some are covered with mildew and emit a strange smell. It has existed for a long time.

"What's going on, the cat has been stealing apple pie for the ghost?"

Dean carefully looked at the ghost's face again, his appearance and temperament were faintly similar to Mrs. Henderson's.

Could it be that…

"But once a normal ghost takes shape, it can only stay in reality for a few minutes before disappearing. Why hasn't this guy been summoned back by Lingbo Prison?"

"Dean, are you done yet?"

Paque's shout came from above.

"I'll be right there."

Dean decided to find another opportunity to ask clearly, there may be an incident hidden here.

(End of this chapter)