Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 187. Chapter 187.

monitoring room.

Nick and Dean brought the suspect Reynolds to the surveillance equipment and let him watch all the tapes with his own eyes in order to break through his psychological defenses.

"For God's sake, say something, you've worked so hard to 'star' in these works, and you don't feel a little bit? Did you break into Catherine's house because you were so obsessed with her?" Nick said sarcastically road,

"Why is there surveillance?" Reynolds muttered and ruffled his dry, straw-like black hair, and did not answer the question hoarsely, "Catherine also watched the videotape?"

Dean next to him held the table with his right hand and leaned over to look at him, "Not much, I only watched it five or six times."

"So she knows it all...she knows it all." Reynolds held his chin in pain with his handcuffed hands, deep disappointment and unwillingness appeared in his eyes.

But Dean didn't hear the slightest bit of panic or guilt of being exposed in person. This guy didn't seem to feel that his behavior was a mistake at all.

"What does it matter if Catherine finds out? You are worried about being discovered and disgusted by her after you do these nasty things?"

Reynolds turned into a gourd again, with a cloudy and sunny expression, which made Dean impatient. He could hardly help using his thoughts to strangle this guy, and took his soul back for interrogation.

But then he denied that this simple and rude method may solve the incident quickly, but it may also ruin the opportunity to further improve the progress of the incident.

And seven days is plenty of time, he can't "turn the table" from the beginning.

"Please give me some time to think about it." Reynolds looked at the two with bloodshot eyes.

"How long will it take? We can detain you for 48 hours in Hawkins, and there is only one and a half days left. If you don't reveal your motive before then, we can only send you to a detention center for further interrogation." Nick said decisively, " Are you still unable to recognize the situation? With so much evidence in front of you, denial and silence are all invalid!"

Reynolds sighed dejectedly,
"The morning after tomorrow, I will tell you everything exactly."

……

After Nick sent Reynolds back to the detention room, Catherine and Audrey who were waiting in the hall impatiently surrounded him.

"How about it, has he confessed everything?"

After hearing the words, Dean had to admire the super psychological quality of this female reporter, and she was able to maintain her sanity after seeing the video of her being hurt.

"This guy is very hard-spoken, and he promised to tell the day after tomorrow, but in my opinion, he is just delaying time." Nick said firmly, "We will proceed as planned, Catherine, and the bureau will arrange personnel to enter your home tomorrow to collect evidence of fingerprints and shoe prints. "

"No problem, I'll take a leave of absence."

"I suggest you go to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination," Dean added, "in case Reynolds has poisoned you otherwise."

Catherine nodded seriously,
"Several, Tom is still investigating Reynolds' car and residence. After we have found out, we will apply for a search warrant and search it again. There must be new evidence to help us piece together the motives for his series of weird behaviors." Nick stated the process again,
"It's not in Chief Hopper's good taste to take your time in filing for a search warrant," Dean said with a smile.
"Well, small places in the countryside can occasionally act flexibly and omit the search warrant, but don't make it public." Nick put his index finger on his lips, and looked at Flo, who was packing the small bag in the distance, "It's almost time to get off work, why don't you come here today?"

……

In the evening, the three left the Hawkins Police Station side by side.

After going through such an incident today, for the sake of safety, Catherine, who is physically and mentally exhausted, is going to borrow a night at a friend's house.

But before that, in order to thank Dean and Audrey for their company, she specially invited them to have a hearty Mexican meal in the mall.

"Strong Catherine, you still have such a good appetite." Audrey looked at her friend who was eating a burrito and said comfortingly, "If I met this kind of pervert, I have already started to pack my luggage and prepare to move, and then I will find a psychiatrist Look, or I'll be having nightmares for a month."

"It's nothing." Cather took a sip of the corn chowder and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "I encountered a shooting when I was interviewing near the Las Vegas casino, and half of my hair was cut off by bullets , I stooped to run away and cried to my companions to hide. But when I hid near a telephone booth, I found that Jamie had been headshot by a stray bullet and was lying in a pool of blood."

"The photographer who had been with me for two years just disappeared."

"So you are also experienced in many battles."

Dean wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and gave Catherine a comforting look. The latter smiled casually and said,
"After attending Jamie's funeral, I suddenly realized that except for being inspired by God or Satan, other accidents are not a big deal."

"Poor Catherine," Audrey patted the back of her friend's hand tenderly, "I heard that being a reporter is still a high-risk profession, and you may encounter any risks."

"I'm used to it." Catherine pulled a lock of hair from her forehead behind her ears,

"Then have you ever thought about finding a long-term bodyguard for yourself?" Audrey asked,
"What do you mean?"

"Boyfriend." Audrey leaned close to Catherine's ear and lowered her voice, her black eyes meaningfully swept over Dean, who was gnawing on the chicken leg with honey sauce, "Find a strong arm to protect you from the wind and rain." , the danger will naturally leave you."

Boy friend?
Dean ate the chicken leg faster.

Looking at the sunset outside the restaurant, Catherine frowned in distress.

……

Soon after the meal.

Dean drove the two ladies back to their home on Elm Street and said goodbye.

Audrey looked at his tall and muscular back under the black windbreaker with wet eyes, and hooked his friend's shoulder, "You really don't think about this handsome guy. Although he is Asian, he looks good, muscular and capable. It gives people a sense of security, talks less and is not annoying, and the key point is that they are willing to help you deal with such troublesome things for free."

"If I hadn't been married, I would definitely have taken the initiative."

"Dean just graduated from high school a few months ago, and I am almost 29, nearly ten years older than him, and already an old and senile woman." Catherine touched her smooth cheeks and corners of her eyes and sighed,

"Where is such a sexy old woman? With your beauty and figure, you can hook your fingers casually, no matter how old a man is, you can't resist."

"Don't make trouble!"

"Are you looking down on me?" Audrey deliberately stepped back to the guardrail, shrinking her shoulders. "Or do you mean you don't like women, so you haven't had a boyfriend?"

Catherine looked at the lights on the street faintly, silent.

"Good sister, I have helped you so much today, can't I get a single truth?"

"Can you keep it secret for me?"

"Haha, here we go again. I swear to God, I'm going to go to hell if I give away the next word you say."

Catherine clenched her fair and slender fingers, tensed her snow-white face, her eyes flickered with confusion and depression,
"To be honest, there's something wrong with my body that prevents me from having close contact with anyone."

"What do you mean you can't have close contact?"

"In addition to holding hands, even kissing, I will feel great pain. It hurts more than a stone attack, let alone submitting to a boyfriend." Catherine said timidly,
Audrey opened her mouth wide in surprise. In her inherent impression, the love between a man and a woman should be sweet, but why did it turn into torture when it came to a friend.

"How could such a strange disease exist in the world?"

"I also want to know the answer, but I have been to dozens of large hospitals for comprehensive examinations, and all the reports show that I am healthy both physically and mentally."

Audrey sympathetically took her sister's hand and walked to the stone bench in her yard to sit down, "When did this situation start?"

"It's so early, more than ten years ago...we were still studying at Hawkins..."

……

On the other hand, after leaving the two ladies behind, Dean drove around the hotel and Elm Street in the center of the town.

He is not a policeman, and he does not need a search warrant for his work. He directly uses the God's perspective within 50 meters to scan door to door along the street, looking for Reynolds' possible residence.

It's a pity that after scanning for more than two hours, apart from finding more than a dozen empty houses, I couldn't find any items with Reynolds' personal characteristics, or the black suit skirt and high heels that Catherine had replaced.

"Could it be that this guy doesn't live in the town?"

After searching for nothing for a long time, Dean looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so he returned to the ancestral home in the suburbs to continue searching the next day.

As the car pulled into the yard, he caught Hope smoking a cigarette outside in the hallway.

"Didn't you go to West Falaye City to look for Carly? Why did you come back so soon?" the sheriff shouted at him with his eyes wide open.
"A friend of mine is in some trouble, and I have to wait a few days to help her solve it first." Dean leaned against the corridor and told his experience during the day.
"Nick also reported this case to me on the phone." The sheriff threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out with his foot, and lit a second Marlboro. "Reynolds, where did the bastard come from, dare to act wildly on my territory? When I send Jane to Betsy's house tomorrow morning, I will take care of him myself."

"Then I will follow you to investigate and investigate."

Hope turned to look at him.
"It's okay to follow me, but I have a condition. Tell me what happened to let me meet Sarah you mentioned earlier? Sarah has been dead for many years, what can you do to make us meet again? Answer seriously , if you make fun of her, I will kill you with my own hands."

Dean shrugged, with a philosopher's worry on his face, and asked,

"Where do you think people go after they die?"

"Heaven? Hell?" Hope replied instinctively, "My Sarah is so kind and lovely, she will definitely go to heaven."

"Maybe not as scary as heaven, but not as scary as hell," said Dean. "Have you heard of Limbo?"

Hope raised his eyebrows and puffed out his cigarette. The smoke blurred his unshaven beard and rough face,
"I've seen in the Bible that the souls who are not punished for their sins and go to hell, and have no blessing to live with God in heaven, go here."

"That's right, so 'Lingbo Prison' is the resting place for most people, including Sarah."

"Are you so superstitious?"

"This is not a superstition. It can be explained by scientific principles. The so-called hell, heaven, and Limbo are just other planes and spaces near the earth." Dean stared at the sheriff's eyes and raised his voice.
"Ordinary people, flesh and blood, cannot detect their existence, let alone enter, but once they become souls, they can feel their gravity and go to these places." Dean thought of the normal souls he had seen countless times. The dissipated picture resounds loudly,
"Because everyone's soul is unique and has different phases, so their final destinations are also different. Heaven and hell are just the destinations of a few extreme people, which are equivalent to high-end hotels, and Limbo Prison is the motel where most people live. "

"Interesting metaphor, so you think Sarah went to Limbo Prison too. What is that place like?" Hope stared at the dark woods outside the yard, "It's full of pain and suffering like hell, or is it like heaven, Let the occupants enjoy eternal joy and happiness."

"I think it's somewhere in between, but closer to the latter."

"Why do you dare to say that?" Hope asked with a hint of nervousness again,

A flash of memory flashed across Dean's face, "I had a friend in Las Vegas who was caught in a terrible fire and was almost burned to death, but he came back from the brink."

"After waking up, he told me such a conversation, I still remember it vividly. When he was about to be burned to death, he felt that under the flames, there was another place."

"Another place?" Hope slowed down the car and listened attentively.

"There are green vines all over, surrounded by green trees, the air is very fresh, the environment is beautiful and comfortable, and most importantly, his deceased relatives and loved ones are already waiting there, waiting for him."

"I think, under the flames, this forest surrounded by the love of relatives should be Lingbo Prison..."

Hope's eyes lit up, revealing a hint of joy,

"Family reunited, Lingbo Prison, unbelievable..."

"But what if her relatives are still alive?" Hope's face dimmed, "wouldn't she have to stay alone in the forest when she went there?"

"No!" Dean was taken aback and quickly corrected his dangerous thoughts. "There are countless people of the same kind in that place. They can accompany and communicate with each other, and they don't have to suffer from illnesses. It's not difficult for her."

"And my friend is still alive and well. He got married, had children, and started a family again. He told me that under the flames, when he was about to integrate with his relatives, he was pushed away."

Dean looked at Hope and said seriously,

"Do you understand? Those who loved him, who have passed away, want him to live well and start a new life with optimism, instead of giving up on himself, wallowing in past despair, pain, boring alcohol, addictive drugs .”

"In this way, when he goes to reunite again, what he shares with his relatives is happiness."

Dean's gentle words echoed in the courtyard.

Looking back, Hope slightly relieved the melancholy on his face, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, man, I feel better. But I don't understand, what do these legends have to do with your method?"

"What if I say I can take you into Limbo to meet Sarah?"

"Are you kidding me?" Hope's fingers shook, and the Marlboro fell to the floor out of control.

As soon as Dean raised his hand, an apple on the table in the room automatically flew into his palm, and he opened his mouth to bite down a mouthful of juice,

"Since I have the superpower of fetching objects from a distance, why can't I open the superpowers of other plane channels?"

Dean's eyes turned, he needs a volunteer, an experimental product, and Hope is a good choice,

"If you agree, I can immediately open the passage to Limbo Prison for you, and let you go in and reunite with Sarah. But the ugly words are in front, I have never been to that place, and I don't know how to find someone in it .”

"But there are huge dangers inside, such as other terrifying supernatural creatures, if you are not careful, you may be wiped out, completely wiped out, and there is no chance of being a ghost."

"So, are you still willing to go?"

There was a rare trace of struggle on Hope's face,
"I have to think about it carefully, and I have to take my time."

"Think slowly, don't rush, let's solve Reynolds' case first."

(End of this chapter)