Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 168 168. Dinner, Extra Rewards

The next morning.

Dean knocked on the door of the neighbor's house across the hill, ready to "hand in the task."

"Good morning, Mrs. Henderson."

"Dean? Do you have something to do so early?" The woman seemed to be off the night shift not long ago. She was wearing a baggy pajamas, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes.
"It's like this. When I helped you find the cat the day before yesterday, I found something unexpected in your house. I think it's better to talk to you," Dean said with a smile,
The woman ushered him into the hall.

Dean sat down on the leather sofa, and the orange cat that was licking its fur not far away suddenly meowed, jumped off the sofa and fled into the bedroom, "By the way, isn't Dustin at home?"

"He went to the shopping mall in the town center to play with his classmates after seven o'clock." Mrs. Henderson brought a cup of coffee and a plate of cranberry biscuits, and sat opposite Dean, "So, the unexpected situation you mentioned yes…"

"Before that, I have a few questions to ask you, which are very important, please answer them honestly." Dean put his hands on his knees and squeezed them, and asked in a calm tone, "You still love your husband Joshua Henderson?"

This sentence made Mrs. Henderson's expression stiff, and after a while, she said quietly,

"Although he passed away for three years, he has always lived in my heart. Otherwise, I would have taken Dustin to remarry."

"Then do you usually have a subtle feeling that Joshua never left, but stayed in this house all the time."

"I don't understand what you mean." The woman said in amazement, "At Joshua's funeral, a group of people and I watched him being buried in the cemetery!"

"Your husband's body is of course in the coffin..."

"But I mean his soul." Dean said seriously, "The last time I went down to the basement to look for cats, I found your husband's soul playing with Meow Mew."

"God!" Mrs. Henderson exclaimed, covering her mouth. "The more you say it, the more outrageous it is. There are no ghosts in the world!"

"I'm sorry to scare you, but every word I said is true." Dean explained calmly and unhurriedly, "Joshua died in this house at the beginning, and because his last wish was not completed , so the soul has been lingering."

"Miaomiao discovered this former owner, so he often sent him apple pies, which became what you said was missing."

"If you're not lying," Mrs. Henderson stood up abruptly, looking around quickly with wide eyes, "why can't Dustin and I see him? We are his relatives. He doesn't appear in front of us, but to see you."

"That's not what he intended. Most people can't see ghosts, but I'm different. I'm a psychic. Have you ever heard of it?" The identity of a psychic is also the only thing Dean dares to put on the table. There are tens of thousands of people who are psychics, and it is hard to tell the real from the fake. "I was born with the ability of spiritual vision...not only can I see ghosts, but I can also communicate with them."

"What psychic medium? It's the liar who pretends to be a ghost on TV. I don't believe that. Don't talk about it, Dean... Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help asking Hope to put you in prison and sober up."

Mrs. Henderson waved her hand to the gate, and with a sullen face saw off the visitor,

"Let's go, I'll just make fun of you drinking too much today."

"I have evidence." Dean took out the tablet from his briefcase and put the lens in front of her left eye, aiming at the empty place beside the TV.

At the same time, the soul of Joshua in the plank was released.

The woman narrowed her eyes, the room suddenly dropped several degrees, and the cool wind blew across her pale and slack cheeks, like a lover's gentle touch, stirring her heartstrings.

A light blue human figure, as unreal as a projection, suddenly appeared in the woman's sight.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair, round cheeks and a beer belly is not at all handsome or dashing.

But let her know to the depths of her soul.

Joshua?
Mrs. Henderson was in a trance and stood there for half a minute before waking up like a dream.

She put down the plank in disbelief.

The figure disappeared from sight.

Lift up the shackle again.

Swah——

The face came into view.

Compared with the reassuring smile he always kept in his memory, his entire face was as emotionless as a poker at this time.

"Dean...is this magic?" Mrs. Henderson turned her head and asked, her voice was trembling, but there was a hint of expectation,
Dean smiled quietly back.

"Woo, three years, three years, do you know how I got here?" The woman yelled and rushed to hug the figure, but her hands went straight through, hugging a ball of air,
"What's going on?" She turned her head nervously and asked, touching the air frantically, "Why can't I touch him?"

"Have you forgotten, he is just an illusory ghost at present, so naturally he cannot be touched."

"Not even you?"

"I can not help you."

"I can only look at him like this?" Mrs. Henderson raised her left hand to observe, and at the same time touched the side of the man's face with her right hand, she could only faintly feel as if she had touched a layer of mist that couldn't be thinner. A slightly larger movement will completely disperse the fog.

Meow…

A flash of orange lightning suddenly jumped out of the bedroom, ran to the feet of Mrs. Henderson and the ghost, raised her amber eyes for a look, and then rolled around on the ground, revealing her soft belly, as if calling for death The master pampers himself.

Dean looked at the naughty cat with slightly softer eyes.

"What's the matter with his face?" asked Mrs. Henderson softly. "Why is it so stiff?"

"After becoming a ghost, feelings and memories will gradually fade, but don't worry, he always remembers you and Dustin." Dean said, "One of his last wishes is to continue to treat Dustin. , so he has been obsessed with recovering an arrears."

Dean escaped from the briefcase with nine stacks of banknotes and placed them neatly on the table. The dark green color attracted the woman's attention like a magnet.

"I took it back for him, and now I give them to you, [-] knives, please be sure to accept it."

Dean snatched 19 dollars from Fyodor, and he didn't mind splitting them in half, as an experiment.

After getting the other half, his deposit on hand rose to an unprecedented 22.

Mrs. Henderson covered her mouth in surprise, "I've never heard that anyone owes Joshua such a large sum of money."

"Joshua took a risk to earn this money, so I didn't say it in case you were worried. But Dustin needs this money."

The woman looked at the dollars on the table, and then at her translucent husband in front of her.

Is this a pie-in-the-sky dream?
She stretched out her hand and pinched her face vigorously, the intense stinging pain woke her up,
"Dean, the psychics on TV are huddling around like big stars, asking for tens of thousands of dollars every time they help someone psychic, but I didn't give you anything, why did you help us?"

Dean smiled and said,
"A champion swimmer, when he sees a drowning person by the river, he reaches out to save him. It's just a matter of lifting a finger."

After Dean finished speaking, the progress skyrocketed from [-]% to [-]%.

The corners of his mouth curved further.

……

woman takes a deep breath,
"Well, I can't touch Joshua, but can I talk to him?"

"There's a way, do you remember playing psychic games on Halloween?"

"Ah."

"That's easy."

Dean took out a divination suit, guided the woman a little until she remembered it, and added a wish to the ghost on his own initiative,
"Your husband has another wish—to have a family reunion and enjoy a good meal. I suggest you start preparing your special dishes right away."

"Joshua likes my apple pie best." Mrs. Henderson gave the ghost a tender look, "But Dustin is at the mall, I have to bring him back."

"You prepare lunch, I'll call him back for you."

……

Dean opened the door and left, and drove to the Horadick Mall in the center of town.

Turn on the God's perspective and scan it again, with a strange smile on his face.

In the alley behind the mall, Dustin was confronting two curly-haired boys of the same age, accompanied by three friends.

"Look, Frogface, Little Gay, Toothless, Brother Nee, what are you deformed freaks and trash doing here?" The curly-haired boy who was shorter The chest of the person, and the four of them all looked away, looking a little cowardly.

"Probably find a hidden place, arrange their DND cult rituals, and launch evil curses," the taller boy next to him said harshly, "Do you still remember, not long ago, a senior boy in our school fell into a coma for no reason? , and then died, I always suspected that they were playing tricks. These four vicious little wizards put a curse on the poor boy and killed him."

"Don't be joking, we haven't seen him at all, how can we curse him?" Dustin touched his peaked cap and retorted with reason, "His death has nothing to do with us, and DND is not a cult ritual, it's interesting Full of depth, and requiring a brilliant mind and astonishing courage, only cowards and scumbags would slander it."

"Are you threatening me, Toothless?" The curly-haired man took a step closer to Dustin, poking his finger aggressively at his sunken collarbone due to illness, causing him to gasp in pain, "Your old grandma If you move your rotten mouth again, if you dare to cast a curse on me, my father will take a gun and kill your entire family!"

This hostile threat made the expressions of the four of them change.

The word "father" made Dustin even more disappointed.

"Let's go...don't pay attention to these two idiots." Mike hooked his hands at the three friends, and then went straight past the two roadblockers, but the curly-haired boy tripped him deliberately, and Mike fell heavily to the ground , with a muffled snort, his jaw was broken.

"Haha, walk carefully, Frogface." The two little bullies looked at each other and smiled when they saw Mike's miserable state, then turned and walked out of the alley contentedly.

The three friends hurriedly helped Mike up,

"It's all right, buddy."

"It's okay, it just hurts a little."

Lucas looked at the backs of the two bullies with fire in his eyes, panting heavily, while Will looked timid.

"Go back and apply some medicine, don't take this matter to heart," Dustin took a deep breath, patted Mike on the back, and encouraged himself, "We are human beings, and we can't argue with two vicious dogs."

"That's right, they are two biting curly-haired Teddy," Mike rubbed his chin and laughed,

"Bitter is right, stinky Bitter, I think my mouth is dirty if I bite it back." Lucas blinked and showed his big white teeth.

The four elementary school students talked to each other, and they put the grievance of being severely bullied just behind them, and quickly became cheerful.

……

How to win mentally at such a young age?

Dean took back the perspective of God, and the car drove to the entrance of the alley,

"Dustin, Will..."

"Hey, Dean, where have you been these few days?" Will waved his hand at him from a distance, and smiled shyly, "Why didn't you come to find Jonathan at home?"

"I've been busy with work recently, so I'll go back in a few days when I'm free." Dean said meaningfully, "Did you forget the boxing lesson I taught you while listening to music? You should strike when it's time to strike, otherwise it's useless to learn."

Will looked down, blushing in shame.

"Dustin, Mrs. Henderson is waiting for you at home." Dean pushed open the passenger door, "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"What's the matter, is Meow Meow lost again?" Dustin looked reluctant, "We are going to deal with the vampire lord soon, without me, the bard, the battle is 100% useless."

"It's not about the cat. There's a big surprise waiting for you."

"Surprise? Bye bye, comrades, save the progress for me, and fight together in the afternoon!"

……

"Dustin, I saw the behavior of those two little bullies just now, do you want to learn some self-defense techniques?"

In the car, Dean asked,
"I don't like violence." Dustin shook his head decisively,

"Then let them bully you like this, so you can't fight back?"

"It's useless to fight back." Dustin stretched out his hand like a flying bird to feel the rapid airflow passing outside the car window, and grinned, showing his toothless mouth. "The best way to deal with people like them is to ignore them."

"The level is so high at such a young age." Dean no longer insisted, and he must avenge his revenge, but this child is obviously not related to him.

back home.

Mrs. Henderson, who was wearing a long brown dress with a hem reaching the floor, greeted Dustin excitedly, gave Dustin a hug, and kissed him deeply on the forehead. Her face with light makeup was full of joy, and her whole face was radiant, as if A few years younger.

"Mom, why don't you turn on the light? Why are you so excited today, and you're dressed so beautifully? What's the big deal?"

"Come with me, boy."

Mrs. Henderson took Dustin, who was full of doubts, to a table illuminated by candlestick lights in the house, and sat down at a table with apple pie, steak, roast chicken, salad, hearty food, and a divination board.

The woman handed the plank to Dustin,

"what is this?"

"Put it in front of your eyes and look at the seat to your left."

As the woman spoke, she hooked her hand towards Dean at the door, her eyes filled with gratitude,

"come on in!"

"This is your family gathering, so I won't bother you." Dean glanced inside, and saw an orange cat meowing at the feet of the three of them.

The ghost sat in a row with Mrs. Henderson and Dustin, as if taking a family photo. The pair of dark pupils turned to the outside, flashing deep relief and gratitude.

Sensational family ethics drama will be avoided.

Dean closed the door intimately and leaned his back gently.

Then, there were exclamations, chaotic movements, and sobs in the room, and finally all turned into shouts of extreme excitement.

"Joshua!"

Dean put a twisty candy in his mouth, looked at the progress of the rising events in the system, and then looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, just like his mood.

……

Soon, a line of prompts flashed before his eyes:
You Completed the Event - Joshua's Obsession

You used to work for the living, but now your scope of business has expanded to the realm of the dead, which is an improvement.

You killed Joshua's enemy Fyodor

You investigate the truth behind his death, uncovering the Sollian spies and the Hawkins lab.

You recovered the arrears for him, and returned the doubled amount of [-] dollars (requiring [-]) to his family.

You took the risk and used a psychic ritual to reunite him with his family one last time.

Joshua and his family cannot thank you enough.

The completion rate of the event is [-]%, and you have exceeded the event by a large margin. You can choose two special rewards, and one of the rewards will be greatly enhanced.

……

Substantially overcompleting events?
Dean couldn't help laughing, his painstaking efforts and efforts were not in vain!
extract.

你获得了100点经验，个人等级lv4（430/500）→lv5(30/700)
Level up, you get 1 attribute point.

System ability God's perspective lv3→lv4: Observation range 30 meters→50 meters.

Between [-] percent completion, choose two of the following special awards:

A．Newly added system ability "Limbo Hell Shuttle" lv0 (significantly increased rewards):
You have performed many psychic rituals and dealt with spirits a great deal.

You've seen ghosts dissipate normally many times, and you've had them vanish many times.

Your spirit and perception have fully met the standards of a psychic.

Your personal level has reached level 5.

You have the wonder item "Slab of the Sleepless".

Quantitative change produces qualitative change.

The system will help you solidify a shuttle ability:

Now you can consume mental power to fill up this ability at any time. When the mental power is full, you can activate the ability - use the plank to temporarily open the passage to Limbo Hell, and let no more than 3 souls including yourself go there Exploring Limbo Prison, you can return at any time.

Note: Make sure that the participant's physical body is in an absolutely safe space and state before use.

Note: There are unknown dangers in Limbo Prison.

Note: This ability is improved synchronously with the personal level, but the upgrade cannot provide any attribute gain.

B． 1 point of spirit

C． 1 point of will

……

Select twice.

The incident this time was obviously not difficult and did not even encounter a decent battle.

But because the excavation was deep enough, the reward was richer than Dean expected.

A is a must-have reward, and the description is very mysterious. Although I don’t know how long it will take to recharge, Dean doesn’t plan to use it immediately, but it may come in handy in the future.

With the remaining chance to choose between B spirit and C will, Dean hesitated and looked at the attributes:
Spirit: 18.1
Will: 14.2
The gap is close to 4 points. In the past month of daily life in the countryside, the hallucinations of "Midian" have been greatly reduced, but they still exist. They pop up from time to time to scare him. It is necessary to completely eliminate hidden dangers.

Moreover, the spirit is like water, and the will is the container that holds the water. The higher the will, the stronger and more precise the container.

"Continue to strengthen the container, I choose A and C."

Dean made a decision, and a large reminder flashed in front of his eyes:

You have obtained a new system ability: Limbo Prison Shuttle lv0 (charging progress: 0/100)

Will: 14.2→15.2
Will to break through the 15-point threshold.

puff.

Dean's heart skipped a beat.

A strong sense of reality stripping and vertigo arises spontaneously.

All sounds, lights, and smells around are leaving and twisting at the speed of light.

next moment.Dean's eyes went dark, and he suddenly entered the dead, nothingness, and absolutely quiet universe from the maple street surrounded by green shades in the hot summer.

On the edge of the black outline of the universe hovered the star called "Red Dragon" that Dean could see every time he meditated.

It radiated blood-like rays of light, penetrated the darkness, and pulled strands of mottled mist in Dean's body to fly towards him.

The pressure and negative emotions accumulated in my heart all disappeared with this continuous and steady pumping.

Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (200→220/300)
Dean unloaded the heavy shackles, like a newborn, unfettered, without any bad memories and physical burdens.

There is a coolness in my mind.

He was extremely sure that the nightmares and auditory hallucinations that had plagued him for many days had disappeared.

"That's right, the willpower breakthrough 15 does not have such severe physical pain as the perception breakthrough."

As for the upgraded attribute points, plus...

……

A burst of wailing came from inside the house, interrupting Dean's thoughts.

God's perspective sweeps away—the ghost Joshua, the husband and father, surrounded by two beloved family members, turns into a burst of clear light and dissipates in the air.

Then Mrs. Henderson, whose makeup was blurred by tears, pushed the door into the yard with Dustin, who had red and swollen eyes.

"Thank you, Dean, for everything you do for our family."

"Thank you for accepting it." Dean opened his eyes, his machine-like numb eyes swept across the mother and child, blinked, and returned to normal, "Joshua left, my mission is completed."

"Where did he go?" Dustin grabbed Dean's hand and asked with his face choked up, "Can't he stay at home forever? I don't want him to go, I don't want him to go!"

"Can you let him come back again, huh... I still have a lot to say to him, and I want to introduce Will, Lucas, and my friends to him."

"Dustin, Joshua went to heaven, you should be happy for him," Mrs. Henderson wiped her son's tears with her hand,

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, and then leave, this is a natural law, and no one can change it. It is a great fortune to be reunited with your loved ones before they disappear." Dean paused, and said, "Then you will use that money to spend Get cured."

Dean patted the boy's curly hair,

"Bless you to grow your teeth soon."

Dustin lowered his face,

"One more thing, you must keep in mind," Dean restrained his smile, and said solemnly, "Don't reveal today's experience, ghosts, rituals, including me."

Dean said on purpose the worst,
"Otherwise, TV stations and fanatical psychic researchers will come to harass you, and your colleagues, friends, and relatives will treat you as delusional lunatics, stay away from you, and even put you in a mental hospital."

"And I just need to move."

"I swear to God, I'll keep my mouth shut." Mrs. Henderson assured the child,

"Can't even Mike and Will tell?" Dustin said unwillingly, "This overturns the scientific knowledge I learned in school...Ghosts actually exist, and my father is one of them...There must be It hides a shocking secret!"

"By the way, Mr. Clark of the audio-visual club is a genius. He must be able to use scientific methods to help us decipher the secrets of ghosts."

Dean shook his head, narrowed his eyes,
"I won't admit it if you say it. Besides, children who don't keep their promises will lose all their friends."

"Then can I ask you about the ritual?" Dustin asked instead,
"Isn't it the Halloween thing? You can play whenever you want," Dean narrowed his eyes and emphasized his tone, "but only psychics can initiate psychic rituals."

"Okay, I get it. I promise I won't tell it, and I won't mess around."

"You gotta swear, Dustin," Mrs. Henderson reminded her son,

"I swear to God." Toothless Cub solemnly raised his hand,
"Remember your promise, I'm leaving."

Dean walked past the two into the room, picked up his pawn board and chess board, and stuffed a piece of apple pie into his mouth.

"Dean, come to be a guest anytime in the future, I will prepare a rich dessert for you."

"We'll talk when we have time." Dean waved his hand.

Boom!

The car drove away.

(End of this chapter)