Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 190 190. The Exorcist Ryan

Hawkins Police Station lobby.

Nick, with his feet up on the table, glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 05:30 in the afternoon.

Usually at this time he was already sitting in the car home, looking forward to his wife's delicious dinner, thinking about what surprise gift to buy along the way, but today he has to work overtime.

Wrinkles of distress spread across Nick's dark face,
"I'm off work first," the operator at the door waved to him, "I've already ordered the beef burger set at Bob's restaurant for you, two servings, and it will be delivered in half an hour."

"Haha, sweet Flo, if you weren't married..."

"Don't dream, it won't be your turn to wait in line, I want to find a handsome guy too," the fat aunt threw a charming white eye, snorted softly, holding a handbag, proudly pushing out her fat chest the door.

Nick watched the waist of the bucket twist away, hummed a little song happily, and some wonderful illusions appeared in his mind.

The life of a police station in a rural town is so ordinary, and occasionally you have to find some fun outside of the family.

But his good mood was quickly broken.

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

There was a violent knock on the door of the detention room, which made Nick frown irritably,

"What's crazy? You have to wait half an hour for dinner, be patient!"

Nick walked to the door of the detention room, and when he looked through the glass window, his expression changed drastically.

Ryan Reynolds, who was handcuffed, fell to the ground at some point. His face was pale, his eyes were rolled up, his limbs were stiff and convulsed, and a mixture of blood and saliva was sprayed from his mouth, dyeing the floor a shocking blood red.

The torn jeans on his lower body were stained conspicuously with incontinent urine.

"Seizure?"

Nick quickly took out the key to open the door, squatted down and adjusted Reynolds' body lying on his side to lie flat, opened his mouth, turned his head to one side, and quickly unbuttoned his clothes and belts with both hands.

While he was concentrating on first aid.

Lying on the ground, Reynolds' upturned eyes suddenly returned to normal, and he glanced at the holster on Nick's waist, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

Electric flint!

Reynolds pulled out the gun with both hands and knocked Nick to the ground while he was squatting with his shoulder.

The black police officer hurriedly sat up and felt a chill on his forehead. Something cold and dark pressed against his temple.
Reynolds looked at him condescendingly, and ordered coldly, "Handcuff keys!"

"Hey, buddy, relax," Nick swallowed his saliva and swallowed the threatening words into his stomach, "the key is not with me, it's with Sheriff Hope."

"When I'm an idiot?"

"Stop, hold on tight. I'll give you the keys, but you're only 30, don't make a big mistake on the spur of the moment."

"To shut up!"

Click.

Reynolds undid the handcuffs, stuffed the handcuffs and keys into the bag, and rubbed his sore wrists.

"Where is Catherine?"

"I don't know, maybe at a friend's house?"

"How dare you not know, you stupid idiot!" Reynolds swung the handle of the gun angrily and smashed the detective until he was bloodied and fainted, and then found his car keys.

Then he walked into the empty hall, picked up a cup of coffee, rinsed his mouth full of blood, and began to talk to himself nervously,

"It's almost guessing, it's almost knowing!"

"Can't delay any longer!"

Reynolds locked the cell door, limped to the police station parking lot, and drove straight to 20 Elm Street in a police Chevrolet.

……

20 Elm Street.

Catherine, who had dinner, sat on the sofa and stared blankly at the frozen picture on the TV screen. She unconsciously thought of Reynolds' fierce attitude in the afternoon, and she was aggrieved and afraid.

But Dean's comforting eyes made her feel warm and full of a long-lost sense of security.

Especially the gentle caress of the other party's powerful hands, with soul-stirring magic power, made Catherine hot all over, and there was a hint of water in her blurred eyes. She couldn't help but reached out and touched her hot forehead and red apple-like cheeks. .

breathe…

"Calm down, Catherine, it's impossible until the disease is cured!"

"Bang!"

The harsh sound of breaking glass broke her reverie.

"what sound?"

She trembled all over, subconsciously got up from the sofa and came to the window to observe the situation, then froze in horror,
The black-haired, black-eyed lame man jumped directly from the window into the hall, covered in glass shards and blood, like a wild beast pounced out of the darkness, and pointed his gun at her.
She turned and ran!
boom!Sawdust was splashed, the wooden floor beneath her feet was torn by bullet holes, and the woman fell down the stairs.

"Come on! Help! Help me——hmm..."

The cry for help turned into a whimper.

The sun had completely set, and night had enveloped the land.

The limping man pushed the woman, who was handcuffed behind her back, gagged with a cloth strip, and blindfolded, onto a sofa in the back of the car and started the car.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and the car bumped beneath her. Catherine's wrists were sore from the hard handcuffs, and the cold wind flying in from the window pricked her skin like steel needles.

She seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, and the boundless fear eroded her body like a substance, making her tremble endlessly.

All kinds of kidnapping cases of women she had learned about were uncontrollably popping up in her mind: rape, imprisonment, torture, dismemberment... bloody scenes kept flashing before her eyes.

"God, who will help me?"

"Dean, save me!"

……

The car drove out of Hawkins Town along the road, and arrived at an abandoned cabin in the suburbs after a long time. The wooden walls outside the house were covered with green vines, the roof was covered with dust and fallen leaves, and weeds were overgrown on all sides, making it dilapidated.

But when Reynolds escorted Catherine, who was drenched in sweat, into the hut, there was another diametrically opposite scene in the room. The four white walls were shining brightly, and it was obvious that the wallpaper had just been pasted not long ago.

The ground is covered with a light blue carpet, which is spotless.

The lily lighting on the ceiling radiates soft light, which makes people feel warm.

Microwave oven, TV, coffee table, living room sofa, mirror, potted plants... electrical appliances and furniture are all available, not luxurious, but clean and simple.

Reynolds took the handcuffs and escorted Catherine to the center of the hall, and then removed her blindfold and the cloth from her mouth, allowing the woman to see clearly the place in front of her.

Immediately, strong familiarity emerged spontaneously, and even suppressed the panic in Catherine's heart, making her pale face startled,
"Is this inside the house?"

She shrunk her shoulders and looked around in disbelief. This place was exactly the same as her home at No. 20 Elm Street, no matter the decoration style, the rooms, or the color and size of each piece of furniture. It was a replica.

But her originally warm home now made her feel creepy.

Why would Ryan transfer her to such a weird place?

The man remained silent as usual, did not answer her doubts, but opened the refrigerator on his own, and took out a bottle of brightly colored liquid, in which some green leaves and lilac flowers could be seen floating with the naked eye.

He pinched the muscles on either side of Catherine's mouth, held it open, and filled the bottle with water.

"Don't touch it! Stop it... Mmm..."

How could a frightened woman with her hands locked up resist a determined man? Catherine was soon force-fed with water. The water contained a lot of salt. It was so salty and bitter, mixed with A unique aroma with a smell of camphor made Catherine retch while holding her stomach,

But within two vomits, she began to feel dizzy and weak.

Then his feet went soft and he collapsed on his back on the carpet in the center of the living room.

The liquid she drank took effect quickly, her delicate and smooth cheeks began to relax, and the lily flower lights in front of her eyes spun inexplicably.

The mind is too slow to think.

She could only stare at the changing light and shadow with her eyes wide open, Ryan in front of her split into two, one with a rock-solid expression, coated with holy golden light, and the other smiling gently at her.

Ryan withdrew his complicated eyes, took out two bulging white woven bags from the kitchen, and slowly poured the bag of white salt around Catherine's body according to the method he learned since childhood.Hoo hoo...

The more salt you pour, the more salt you pour.

With Catherine's body as the center, a penetrating cold wind suddenly blew up in the room with closed windows, blowing her black skirt fluttering, revealing her beautiful figure dimly, like the goddess of the night. Silent invitation.

But Ryan turned a blind eye and continued to pour salt, outlining a regular circle that completely envelops the woman.

The wind became more and more violent.

There were sharp and ear-piercing roars in the air, and transparent human faces were frantically squeezing the invisible membrane.

I want to come to this real world.

The lampstand on the ceiling swayed violently, the tableware in the cupboard jingled, crystal salt particles floated in the air, and then sprinkled to every corner of the room.

Ryan squinted his eyes and continued pouring until both woven bags were empty. He took out a shining silver knife from the dining table.

Swah——

The sharp blade slightly sliced ​​through Catherine's two white jade-like wrists, and outlined two strange bloody symbols—like a "W" protruding from the intersection in the middle, and like two left and right quarters. Overlapping "V".

As soon as the symbol was born, Catherine, who was in a trance, suddenly opened her mouth wide with a ferocious expression, and spit out a large black mist visible to the naked eye in horror.

After they left the woman's body, they turned into a black giant python, hovering in the mid-air of the living room, blocking the bright lights.

The light was dim, and the floor of the entire room began to vibrate, as if the ghosts and ghosts in hell were beating wildly, and they were about to break out of the trap.

At this moment.

A trace of tension and hesitation finally appeared on Ryan's resolute face, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

But he closed his eyes and clenched his fists vigorously, strode into the bedroom and took out a set of black women's suit skirt, a pair of black high heels, a plastic bag of light golden hair, and a glass tube of bright red liquid.

He sat on the sofa, took off his sweaty jeans and blue shirt, put on new clothes, stepped on high heels and stood up awkwardly, and looked at the full-length mirror in the living room——

A man with black hair, black eyes, and an unshaven beard, his skinny body wearing a tight women's suit, looked weird and absurd, like a transvestite patient or a perverted clown.

But the man in different clothes took out the blond hair from the plastic bag with a solemn expression, and swallowed the tube of blood into his stomach with difficulty.

Gollum.

Liquid swallowed.

The black mist hovering in mid-air rolled towards Ryan as if summoned, circling around him to test, but never entered his body.

So he took out his silver knife, pointed it at his two wrists and carved out two red symbols, which happened to turn over the double V characters on Catherine's wrists.

Inverted characters appear.

Like a cat smelling fish, the black mist pressed towards Ryan like a sea wave, and penetrated into his uncontrollably widened mouth, nostrils, eyes, ears... the seven orifices with rumbling bangs.

The man seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, his skin quickly paled and lost his blood color, and as the black mist poured in, he bowed his limbs back in pain, and slowly rose into the air against the laws of physics.

Like a specimen hanging in a spider's web.

a long time.

All the black mist poured into the body, and the abnormal movement in the hall disappeared.

Ryan landed smoothly, his pale face returned to normal and rosy, and the sweat between the black hair reflected the wet luster.

At this time, he turned his eyes to the mirror and instantly saw a strange monster——

The sheep's head, body, and body are covered with a thick layer of black hair, and the trapezius muscle is bulging high and triangular in shape, extremely strong.

And the six thick fingertips of the two hands are as narrow and sharp as black awls, shining coldly.

The two feet are sheep's hooves magnified several times.

Its protruding sheep face is also covered with black hair, and the two horns on the top of the head are curved and stretched to both sides in a spiral shape. The mouth is stained with bright red blood, as if it has just eaten a full meal of flesh and blood, and the triangular crisscross serrations in the bloody mouth can be seen faintly.

Its eyes burned with dark green flames, like two floating will-o'-the-wisps, without any emotion of a living creature, only the cruelty of a frozen soul.

Ryan raised his chin and looked at the sheep-headed monster in the mirror with hatred, but the monster disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Ryan's original face reappeared in the mirror.

His eyes turned to the woman who was sleeping peacefully on the carpet, and with a touch of deep gratitude, he raised his foot and slammed on a switch under the carpet.

Bang!

Half of the floor in the center of the living room suddenly dented downwards, and Catherine's body immediately fell weightlessly downwards.

When the floor closed again, she disappeared into the dark underground space.

Finally, Ryan was alone in the living room.

His demeanor was in a trance for a moment, and at the same time, the lost faces, the words lingering in his ears, and his entire life flashed in front of his eyes at the speed of light——

Ryan Reynolds, our child, you are the only member of this generation of the family, we hope you will be a happy and rich man, but you must not forget the ability and responsibility of the family, you must insist on exorcism training every day.

Ryan, don't hang out in the bar all day, this time the task is to be our assistant.

A step went wrong, Ryan, the ritual failed, run, run away!

It's not your fault, boy, live, live!
Damn tramp, how dare you come here and leave me a leg!

You finally woke up, I'm Catherine Medici, I saw you fell on the side of the road, so I took you to the hospital on my own initiative, but I'm sorry, it was a bit late, and you couldn't keep your leg.

Let me introduce you to a job, in the charity kitchen in the old town, the money is not much, but the work is easy, and there is no problem with eating.

I remember you, Ryan Reynolds, we are friends from today.

Is it my turn to tell a story?Well, let me tell you a secret, I got a strange disease a long time ago...

……

The towers of memories of the past generally collapse and disappear.

Now, with my life as my weapon, I perform one last exorcism and restore the glory of the Reynolds family.

With the determination of a martyr, Ryan limped towards the walls on all sides, tearing off a large piece of wallpaper, pulling away the carpet, peeling off the ceiling wall covering, revealing the densely packed walls, floors, doors, Black diagonal lines at every corner, and circles of curves that never exit.

These black lines are connected end to end, like enchanted sacred wires, enclosing the entire upper room into an indestructible airtight labyrinth!

……

Rumble!
That ancient existence seemed to feel a fatal threat, and turned into a wisp of black smoke madly, trying to get away from his body, but was pulled back by an invisible force, and was trapped in it.

There was a horrified and angry roar in the air!

Ryan Reynolds' exposed body was strangely torn apart, congested, red and raised ugly lumps, and then seemed to be corroded, exposing the subcutaneous muscles and white bones.

His whole body is being disassembled.

But the bone-piercing pain never made him stop. He threw gasoline and ignited the flames, and the billowing heat wave surrounded the entire labyrinth hall and the black shadow of a goat's head dancing like a demon behind him.

The boiling fire reflected his scorched face and hot tears at the corners of his eyes, and he sat in the flames with a happy smile on his lips.

"The exorcist must die from the exorcism, let's disappear together!"

"No!"

Boom!

The explosion was loud and the red flames engulfed everything.

……

Boom!

The flames soared into the sky, stinging his eyes.

Dean was shaken all over, and leaned back against the seat involuntarily, took off the black blindfold, and tiredly relieved the black area in his mind.

"How is it, Dean, did you find Ryan Reynolds and Catherine?" Hope, who was steering the wheel in front, asked anxiously.

"In a small wooden house on the eastern outskirts, speed up, quick!"

(End of this chapter)