Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 214 214. Police station, mysterious lady Jesse

After the police officer helped the unconscious policewoman into the car, he gave Dean an overview of what had just happened.

After hearing that he was attacked by a weirdo in a truck, the male policeman cursed a pervert, picked up a few pieces of dead skin on the ground and returned to the car.

He obviously didn't believe in the idea of ​​some monster standing on top of the car to launch an attack. He just wanted to wake up his teammates quickly and ask about the situation.

Dean did not force the other party to accept it. He turned his mind to the system and after repelling the "dead skin", the progress reached 20.00%, but he was still far from completing the event.

He then pulled out the spear, axe, and five crossdarts lying on the road and examined them carefully.

It was sharper than the jiban and dog-leg knives he owned. It could cut through his skin that was tougher than cowhide with a light touch. It was also wear-resistant and light-weight.

Based on his own sense of touch, Dean figured out that these weapons should contain bones and other unknown materials, and the bones naturally came from the hundreds of corpses in the cellar.

Holding these special weapons, Dean had an intuition - they could penetrate the ghost armor's defense and attack his body.

Think again of the lathes and anvils in the cellar described by Daly.

"These weapons must have been made by Dead Skin himself. Dead Skin is a master weapon forger."

Thinking of this, a strong desire arose in Dean's mind. He had hunted many supernatural creatures, but the utilization rate of the materials on the corpses of these creatures was basically zero.

If he learns Dead Skin's ability to use biological materials to create weapons, his combat effectiveness will be greatly enhanced, and then he will be considered a true supernatural hunter.

"Sipi, I have reserved your skills in advance."

Later, based on the principle that what is the enemy's is one's own.

Dean tried to put the captured weapons into fantasy space, but unexpectedly failed.

"What's the situation? Are they alive and unable to be included in the space?"

"Dude, it's time to go!" Daley stuck his head out of the car window, "I feel like that song is about to play again!"

"OK."

……

The two vehicles were back on the road back to the police station.

During a fierce battle, Dean didn't even break a sweat. He sat calmly in the back row, stuffing food into his mouth to replenish his energy while inspecting his newly acquired weapons.

The two siblings kept peeking at him through the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong?" Dean felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by the two of them.

"Although we didn't see clearly what happened just now..." Cui Shi, who was driving, flipped her blond hair around her ears, looked back and smiled, her eyes turning into crescent moons, "But you fought off the perverted serial killer 'Dead Skin', and once again You have protected us, you have saved us twice.”

"When this is over, come and be a guest at our home in Pavina County and try my mother's roast chicken."

Dean smiled and nodded.

"It's like a dream! Brother, how did you do that just now?" Daley's eyes flashed with excitement, as if he saw a superhero alive. "Jumping out of a high-speed car, a normal person would have to die." Seriously injured, why are you okay?"

"I specifically learned how to jump from a car."

"Can you teach me?"

"Then you have to exercise your body first." Dean looked at Daley's thin arms and bulged his well-developed biceps. "You need strong muscles to withstand the impact of the outside world."

Daly gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will start working out for two hours every day when I go home!"

"Who doesn't know how to brag?" Cui Shi rolled her eyes at her brother with disdain.
"I swear, if I can't hold on, I will never be able to get married!"

"Hmph, whoever swore outside the church pipe before was like farting."

"Then who said that I will make the decision on all future actions!" Dai Li looked at his sister with wide eyes.

Trish smiled, "You can lie, and so can I!"

"You're a lying woman!"

"Farting dog!"

"Smelly woman!"

"Farting dog!"

……

The two siblings complained to each other for a long time, and finally they both turned to look at Dean and said with utmost sincerity,

"Thanks, man."

"Don't be too busy thanking me. The danger is not over yet, and we haven't caught the dead skin yet..."

……

For the next half hour, everything was calm, and several people finally arrived at the county police station. It was a several-story building that was much more spacious and more impressive than the Hawkins Police Station.

As soon as they entered the door, the male police officers couldn't wait to help the unconscious female police officers and rushed to the medical room. They also sent the dead skin left by the attacker for examination.

Sister Cui Shi started writing notes on the bench outside the reception room at the door.

Dean scanned the police station building from his God's perspective and instantly noticed that one of the floors had been specially transformed into a prison, housing dozens of prisoners. The county police station was quite busy with business.

He lifted his perspective and walked towards the notice board not far from the door, which was filled with various missing persons notices.

There are hundreds of copies, far more than the number seen in the auto repair shop. Not only the missing people in the past half month, but also the missing people a year ago, or even 20 years ago.

Dean frowned, trying to see some pattern, but all he could see was chaos.

"Here..." The two siblings handed the prepared transcript to Tubbs, the middle-aged police officer at the reception desk. The other party glanced at it and put it away, "Hundreds of corpses hidden in the church cellar? They are probably all turned into barbecues now. Alright."

"Cui Shi?!" With an angry shout, a fat black lady in a denim jacket, slightly curly black hair, suddenly opened the door of the police station and walked in menacingly, with dark and bright eyes on both sides. The two siblings looked at each other in confusion.

Who is this?
"Trish and Daley, right?" the fat black woman asked,
"Jesse, what are you doing here?" Tubbs was speechless, as if he was looking at a psychopath. "These two children have just encountered misfortune. Don't disturb them."

The black lady approached the two siblings regardless, her fat belly swaying with her steps, like a bucket.

"Dally Jenner?" She suddenly stretched out her hands, grabbed the boy's hand, shook it tightly, and introduced herself, "I am Jesse Gay Hartman..."

"That mysterious lady who called them in the restaurant to remind them?" Dean came over and put his arms around the trembling shoulders of the two siblings.

"Yes, it was me who made the call."

Only then did the two siblings suddenly realize.

"Very well, I'm Dean," Dean couldn't help but grab the black woman's hand and shake it, "Nice to meet you. I want to talk to you about dead skin. Since you reminded them, you must know something. What!"

"Wait, who are you?" The black woman looked at Dean with surprise, as if she had seen something incredible, "I don't know you at all, I didn't see you in my dream, you shouldn't have appeared. At the police station!”

Dean raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.

"Hey, three of you, don't believe Jesse's nonsense." Tubbs walked up to him and grabbed the black woman's shoulders. "She considers herself a psychic at the police station and has given us advice on several disappearance cases. , but those suggestions are useless, she just likes to say meaningless words to scare people."

"Don't interrupt our chat," the black woman turned around angrily and pushed the police officer away. "You can't go help the old lady find the cat and do something useful!"

"Don't worry, Officer Tubbs, we can handle it." Dean also persuaded the helpless officer and persuaded him back to the reception area.

The black woman ignored his good intentions and looked directly at the two silent siblings, "You don't need to treat me as a psychic, a friend, or an enemy...but I think there are some things I must tell you."

The two siblings looked at Dean for permission, and the latter nodded at them.

"I have also seen those corpses in the cellar," the fat woman continued, "but not in reality, I saw them in my dreams... I dream about many things every day, and it turns out that these things are common. Become a reality." Dean rubbed his chin and fell into thought,
The black woman yelled like a lecture, "I dreamed that you broke into the restaurant in panic and asked for help to call the police. I also dreamed that on the way to the police station, you broke into the house of an old lady who had dozens of cats."

"Wait!" Trish raised her hand to interrupt the woman and retorted unceremoniously, "What cat? We didn't see the cat, you're talking nonsense!"

The fat woman's brain suddenly froze for a moment, her chubby hands waving passionately hung in the air, her brows furrowed,
"Why didn't you see the cat? What changed your original course?"

"It should be my fault. I saved them in advance." Dean took a step forward and stood in front of the two siblings, looking directly at the dark-rimmed eyes of the black woman and her tired and swollen cheeks. "I didn't If you guess wrong, Ms. Psychic, you should have the superpower to predict the future. You can see fragments of the past or a certain possibility of the future in your dreams."

"This ability tortures you quite miserably, making you unable to sleep well and often suffering from insomnia. Therefore, you become a little nervous, act too directly, and speak illogically, making people think you are being mysterious."

"And you dreamed about what happened to the two siblings. Out of a sense of justice and good intentions, you called them and rushed to the police station to remind them to be careful."

"You, you...how do you know?"

The black woman opened her mouth slightly and pointed at Dean's chest. She was so shocked that she seemed to see God.
The two siblings looked at each other, and their expressions became very exciting. The monster "Dead Skin", which they had never seen in its true form before, already made them very confused. What kind of super power has appeared now?

They suddenly had the illusion that their world view had been reversed, as if they had been living in a false world for the past ten years!
"Oh my God!" shouted Tubbs, who was eavesdropping at the reception desk. "Our psychic lady stationed at the police station has actually found a soulmate! What an amazing ability to predict the future. Jesse, I almost got sick after seeing the dentist for my child." I’m broke, please, activate your precognition ability and tell me what the winning number will be in the next lottery?”

"Don't interrupt!" Jesse turned around and yelled at the teasing police officer, then looked at Dean and nodded in agreement, "You described it accurately and perfectly explained my current predicament. You are just like me, and you also have some differences. He has an ordinary trait, but also wants to protect the siblings and stop the devil."

Dean nodded.

Jesse continued, "Then we are on the same side, and there is no need for any hypocrisy or politeness. Please listen."

Dean pulled the two siblings to sit down on the bench and made a gesture of listening.

"The other end is driving a truck, dumping corpses in the church, and tracking the monster that attacks you. As you said before, it's called 'Dead Skin'."

The fat woman's deep voice echoed in the hall, "I don't know where it comes from, but its actions have a fixed pattern. Every 23 years, it will appear and stay in the human world for 23 days."

"Why 23?" Dean calmly looked at the skyrocketing progress in the system and realized that this number was also an important clue. "What is the special meaning of 23?"

"I don't know either." Jesse shook his head.
A look of absurdity appeared on Cui Shi's pretty face, and she asked, "What about the other times besides these 23? Where is the dead skin, it won't kill people?"

"Perhaps it is sleeping in a place far away from the world." Jesse continued, "In short, during the 23 days it is active, it will continue to look for food everywhere."

"Foraging?" Daley swallowed, his face gray and unbelievable.
"Think about the stitched corpses and the mutilated parts. You should know what the dead skin eats." Jesse stared into his eyes with deep fear in his tone, "But it is very picky and only chooses the best." parts, and it can acquire corresponding abilities by eating these parts, such as hearing, smell, vision..."

Jesse paused and looked at the two siblings with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"It has been following you siblings, not because you discovered its secret, but because it took a fancy to what was inside one of you, so it kept tracking you until it succeeded."

"Are you deliberately making up a scary story to scare us?" Trish stood in front of the stiff-faced Daley with her chest raised, and she retorted dissatisfiedly, glaring at the woman.
"Whether you believe it or not, I will say it."

"I believe you, but how does Dead Skin track it? Using scent?" Dean's eyelids twitched, and the tracking bomb perception that had always existed suddenly disappeared, and Dead Skin disappeared without a trace.

The progress has jumped to 30.00% five.

Jesse said, "It first scares the prey and tracks the panic smell emitted by the prey. Then it can smell whether there is anything it urgently needs in the prey's body."

"So, this devil haunts the highway and specializes in scaring people out of their wits and smelling it," Daly said with dull eyes. "That's why it deliberately rear-ended us with a truck to scare us."

"God, Daley, do you believe this ridiculous statement?" Trish grabbed his shoulders and shook him, as if to wake him up from his nightmare.

Daly shook his head at his sister and said timidly, "Let's face it, so many corpses in the church are real, and Dean's previous battle is also real. We have messed with something we shouldn't!"

"Don't worry too much. If you want to deal with you, you must first ask me about the gun in my hand." Dean looked at the two siblings and smiled, deliberately speaking to comfort him, "If it dares to come, I will shoot it out." shit!"

The panic on Daley's face eased slightly when he heard this.

"But you can't kill it." Jesse said, "If it hurts one leg, it can eat the other leg, and the leg will grow back immediately. The same is true if its head is missing. There are no vital points in its body, 'eating' All injuries can be repaired quickly.”

The progress bar has reached 40.00%.

Dean's eyes shone strangely when he heard this.

What kind of superpower is this?

There are no vital points. Any part of the body can be replaced by eating. So which part of the body is the dead skin?
Or is it not an entity in nature?

Dean asked, "Can fire, acid, or venom kill it?"

"Nothing can directly eliminate it, at most it can be temporarily expelled." Jesse said, "It has existed in the world for more than 200 years, and its first appearance can be traced back to the 23th century. And it reincarnates every [-] years, When you come out to do evil, no one can stop you!"

"More than 200 years?" Dean thought thoughtfully, "So the hundreds of corpses in the church cellar were accumulated over the past 200 years..."

In the past era, science and technology were underdeveloped and detection methods were backward. Every time a crime was committed, the dead skin would disappear for a long 23 years... It is not surprising that it could remain hidden from the world.

The progress jumped to 40.00% five.

Cui Shi and her brother were listening to this and everyone was dumbfounded.

A man-eating monster over 200 years old?

Tubbs at the door sneered, thinking they were talking about some horror story.
"Then there's a question..." Dean looked at the black lady with piercing eyes, "Why do you know so much about it and you saw it in a dream?"

"Part of it is something I found from the antique documents in the county library. The other part is something I was born with."

Jesse stared at the glass door of the police station, his voice filled with fear and hatred.
"The police call me a psychic because I can always sense some weird things. When I was 1 and 24 years old, I felt the awakening of dead skin, as if there was some kind of connection between me and it. Link. I can see it committing crimes, intimidating, torturing, dismembering, and dismembering those poor prey, and then deriving supreme satisfaction and happiness from the terror of the prey."

Jesse clenched his hands in front of his chest, his eyes began to turn red, and every muscle on his face trembled at the same time, showing an extremely worried expression.

"I can also feel the extreme fear of those prey before they die, as if I have turned into them, and there is endless ice water washing away our souls... I am deeply tortured by this... I always want to get rid of it, but I couldn’t get away from it! No one believed me, they all thought I was a lunatic.”

"Can you understand this pain?"

The progress jumped to 50.00%.

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Cui Shi and her brother felt deep helplessness and despair from the woman's hysterical description, and couldn't help but feel a little more sympathy for her.

Dean, on the other hand, summarized the clues he had collected and described by Jesse that clearly affected the progress:
Dead skin is a monster that has existed in the world for more than 200 years and cannot be eliminated. According to a behavior pattern of once every 23 years and lasting 23 days each time, it uses the smell of fear to hunt humans and select the parts it likes to eat.

It deliberately placed the five or six hundred hunted dead on the walls around the cellar, forming a "madman's version of the Sistine Chapel sky".

It may have some hidden connection to this Ms. Jesse Gay Hartman.

One of the tables in its collection depicts a woman being roasted on a stake.

……

Dean is certain that these clues must hide the origin of dead skin and the method to completely eliminate it!

"Okay, madam, can you lend me the ancient documents you have read?" Dean looked at Jesse, "In addition, I also need you to answer some questions. If we can understand them thoroughly, maybe we can It will kill the dead skin forever!"

"I'll take you to see the literature tomorrow," Jesse nodded heavily, "Now, if you have any questions, just ask!"

"Don't forget us." Trish grabbed the trembling Daley's hand, took a deep breath, and looked at Dean. She still doubted this obscene fat woman, but she believed in the man who saved her twice. "If you need any help, please let me know."

Dean nodded, just about to say something comforting.

Suddenly, his eyesight went dark, the lights above his head were completely extinguished, and a group of surprised voices sounded all around him at the same time.

The entire police station lost power, and darkness surged in like a tide.

"Are the lights and phones broken?" yelled Tubbs at the reception desk. "Someone please explain!"

Jesse looked at the three Deans solemnly and said in a trembling voice, "It's coming."

(End of this chapter)