Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 164 164. Last Wish
At the dining table in the living room, with the sunlight pouring in from the window, Dean and Paque enjoyed breadcrumb apple pie together. The sweetness of this pie was just right, and it was not as loud as other American pastries, and Dean could also accept it.

Opposite them, Mrs. Henderson touched the orange cat's fluffy belly with a smile, took a piece of pie and put it in its mouth.
"Dustin is usually in school, and Meow is the only one with me at home. She is like my naughty little daughter."

"Miaomiao is the one who accompanies you the most?" Dean asked, "May I ask, your husband?"

The gentleness on the woman's face dimmed, her eyes stared at the pastry in hand, and she froze for two seconds.

"Joshua died of illness three years ago. He used to love my apple pie."

"Feel sorry…"

"It's all over, I've been used to it for a long time." Henderson forced a smile, "Speaking of which, Miaomiao was also adopted by Joshua from outside, so it means a lot to me."

Dean now understood why the cat would steal the apple pie for the ghost. The loyalty of many animals lasts a lifetime, and the owner is still the owner after death.

But cats can see ghosts is also a major discovery.

"If you ask me to find a cat in the future, I will definitely come as fast as I can," Paqui patted the bread crumbs off his hands, and glanced softly at the cat that made him suffer a lot, "and With Dean as your cat finder, this mischievous little guy will have nowhere to hide."

"It would be too stingy to use apple pie as a thank you gift. What else would you like to eat?" Mrs. Henderson asked with a smile. "Next time I will prepare it in advance,"

"I think beef stew with tomato is good." Paqui asked unceremoniously.

Dean was thinking about how to continue asking Henderson's husband.

As a result, the woman herself couldn't help but took out the photo of her deceased husband from the bedroom drawer to display. The image in the photo was the lingering ghost that Dean saw in the basement.

The woman opened up to the two neighbors.

While her husband was alive, she worked as a telephone installer in town while she worked at the mall.

The two worked hard to save money to treat their son Dustin's clavicle dysplasia. After a few years of hard work, Dustin's condition began to improve. Except that his appearance was a little different from ordinary children, he was completely normal in other respects and he was able to go to school.

But three years ago, her husband, Joshua, died of a heart attack at home. The family lost this pillar and their income dropped sharply. Dustin's treatment had to be stopped, and his teeth could not grow out and he became a toothless boy.

Mrs. Henderson suffered from mild psychological symptoms, and after taking medicine, her slender figure became inflated and out of shape.

……

"Joshua didn't have time to see Dustin go to college, get married, and have children." Henderson touched the red corners of his eyes and said slightly sadly,
"You educated Dustin very well. He is optimistic, strong and cheerful. Joshua will be very pleased." Dean handed the woman a napkin, avoiding the claws of the orange cat in her arms.

The source of the ghost is basically understood, but now is obviously not the time to launch a psychic ceremony, and Dean decided to wait until no one in the house sneaks into the basement.

"Ma'am, it's almost time. We should go. I'll help you taste your apple pie next time." Paqui glanced at his watch, and winked at Dean, and the two returned to the car.

……

After the sun had set, at seven o'clock in the evening, Dean returned.

Scanning the house from the perspective of God, Henderson's mother and child were nowhere to be seen, and there was no one inside.

He unlocked the lock with his thoughts, walked into the room openly, and swept the orange cat curled up and sleeping on the carpet in front of the door. Playfully, he used his thoughts to gently hold its big butt, and moved it to the trash in the bathroom. In the bucket, close the lid.

Going down to the cellar, the ghost Joshua is still hiding motionless by the wall in the corner.

Dean took out the teardrop-shaped altar from his arms, and took out the divination chessboard from the fantasy space, put it between his knees, and lit a few candles to provide faint lighting.

Cut off the index finger of his left hand, and let the blood slide down the board and onto the chessboard.

Dean pushed the phantom board with both hands and turned it gently against the chessboard, and a gust of wind blew.

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul is approaching, I am calling you."

brush brush --

The ghost in the corner was attracted by some kind of mysterious force, and with a few strange flickers, it teleported in front of Dean. A pale blue face was as stiff as a puppet, but its protruding eyes stared straight at Dean. There is a faint eagerness and longing.

"Ghost Joshua, you have been dead for many years, why do you keep wandering around the house?" Dean looked up at it.

The shackles rotated rapidly, and the glass flitted across the letters one by one, and finally pieced together a sentence.

"The wish is not fulfilled, I am not reconciled."

Not reconciled?

Dean thought to himself, after a general ghost leaves the body, it will disappear into the air within a few minutes. How strong is the obsession to allow him to exist in the world for three years?
"Why don't you reach out to your wife and son and let them help you realize your wish?" Dean asked,

zizi——

"I tried, they couldn't see me, and my wish was dangerous, they couldn't fulfill it."

Dean frowned, and looked at the system expectantly, "What unfulfilled last wish? Let me tell you, I will help you if I can."

The flames flashed in the ghost's eyes, and the last words were pieced together by the ghost board,

"Recover the 4 owed from Fyodor, give it to my wife, and help me avenge."

The shackles stopped.

A line of reminders flashed in front of Dean's eyes, you triggered the event - Joshua's obsession.

Joshua has been dead for three years, and he still stubbornly stays under the roof of his home, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Now help him fulfill his last wish, let him be completely free, and return to Lingbo Prison.

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress: (0/100)

Duration: 3 days

Reward: 100 experience points + special rewards
Failure penalty: none
……

"Who is Fyodor and why do you owe money?" Dean asked.

"A little gangster in Hawkins Town." Ghost pushed the plank to piece together, "One day he came to me suddenly, gave me a deposit of five thousand dollars, and asked me to take a job in private. But after the job was completed, he didn't He didn't keep his promise to pay me the final payment of 4 yuan, but killed me instead."

"Didn't your wife say that you died of a disease?" Dean looked at the ghost's round face in surprise,

"It was just an illusion... I was the only one sleeping in the house that night, and Fyodor sneaked in, covered my mouth, and injected something into my arm, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and I couldn't breathe , I quickly lost consciousness, and when I 'woke up', I returned to the basement in a daze by instinct."

"What?" Dean's eyelids twitched, a young gangster is also proficient in drug injection assassination, "What did this guy ask you to help?"

"My job is to install and overhaul the town's telephone, and Fyodor asked me to take advantage of my work to install an additional small device for the mayor and the police station when overhauling the telephone."

"What equipment?"

"Bug."

……

The candlelight flickered in the quiet basement,
"Install bugs on the mayor's home and the police station's phone?" Dean looked at the ghost's honest face with a complicated expression, "How dare you accept such a criminal job?"

"I don't want to see my son Dustin being ridiculed and insulted by his classmates again. I want to treat him, and I need the money." Joshua looked at him with dark eyes.

Dean sighed, fifty thousand dollars is indeed a huge sum of money for people of this age.

"Why did Fyodor eavesdrop on the mayor and the sheriff? Ordinary people are not so bold, nor do they have such brains. He has a lot of schemes, right?"

"I don't know, he didn't explain it to me, he just asked me to keep it secret."

"Drug injections, bugs, and a lot of money? Is he really just a punk?"

"I know very little about him. I only know that he doesn't have a stable job and just wanders around the town."

"Okay, let's talk about Fyodor's appearance, clothes, and address."

"Short light yellow hair, blue eyes, white skin, narrow and high nose, thin lips, straight jaw, short light yellow hair, full beard, stout build, about 6.2 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds, about 30 years old... the town center Great Shark Apartments 502…”

Dean took out a pen and paper to record, and soon a bloated man appeared in his mind, "I will help you realize two wishes. But your condition is too bad to stay in the basement. I will find you a Better place to stay."

Dean raised the jiban towards Joshua's illusory figure that seemed to dissipate at any time, and the ghost suddenly turned into a hazy brilliance and was sucked into the jiban.

The plank has the effect of warming and nourishing, and if you live in it, it will not disappear in advance.

Dean looked at the empty darkness, his eyes turned,
"Do you want to inform Sheriff Hope, whom I just met, that his police station buddy and the mayor are under surveillance?"

But he immediately dismissed this idea. Their being wiretapped has no effect on Dean. Notifying the other party is easy to scare the snake. It is best to find someone to complete the incident first.

Dean left the house and drove to a forest of towering old trees in the south of the town.

Nianli rose to an altitude of 30 meters, turned on the God's perspective to scout the nearby terrain structure, and confirmed that the surrounding area was deserted.

He found a piece of soft ground in the woods and stepped on it with his feet.

He took out two folded shovels from the trunk of the car, one for himself and one for Shadow, and started digging frantically at the ground one after the other. The movements were so fast that afterimages appeared, and there was a scream of horror in the night sky. rumors of people.

Dean turned into a ruthless digging machine, and in less than a quarter of an hour, sweating slightly on his forehead, he dug a two-meter-deep hole.

He smiled with satisfaction, cleaned up the sludge on his body, put away the shovel, and drove to the big shark apartment in the town.

(End of this chapter)