Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 219 219.Old House
"Totalizing the clues we have so far, there are only three left -"

Dean looked at the three people,

"1. The founder of the church, Pastor Abraham, wanted to make some dangerous changes to cure himself of a terminal illness.

2. The witch created dead skin after this
3--"

Dean paused, looked at the female medium and emphasized, "There is some kind of connection between dead skin and you."

After receiving such an obvious reminder, Cui Shi and his sister swallowed, their eyes flashing with disbelief.

"Ms. Jesse, are you... a witch?"

A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Jesse's mouth,
"I'm just a person who came out of an orphanage and have been living an ordinary life. Apart from strange dreams, I don't know any witchcraft. My neighbors can testify for me."

Dean looked at her face. If she was a witch, there was no reason to help him by revealing the dead skin information to him in the first place.

"We fully trust you. Next, we will wait for more news about 'Hartman' from the director and find your parents and relatives."

……

The four put down their files and left the room.

"Mrs. Tobeka, accept this kindness, take good care of your children, and wish you a long life." When he walked to the door, Dean left another two hundred dollars for the old cat owner.

Then drove back to the hotel.

After working hard all day, the two siblings quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Dean pushed open the guest room door and found Ms. Jesse sitting on a bench in a thick sweater in the courtyard outside the hotel. She stared at the dark night sky with deep confusion in her eyes.

Under the moonlight, her bloated back looked like a stone sculpture of a thinker.

"You haven't rested so late. Are you having nightmares again?"

Jesse asked back, "You have already guessed it, right?"

"There is a witch among your ancestors." Dean sat next to her and looked at her complicated face calmly. "You inherited her bloodline, so you can predict the future in dreams, see the past, and interact with dead skin. connect."

"My ancestors created such a monster that cursed the land of Bohao County and swallowed hundreds of people?" Jesse covered her face with trembling hands, and her moist eyes revealed deep guilt from between her fingers. She couldn't believe it. The dead skin that has tortured me for so many years and made me hate it actually comes from my ancestors.

"You don't need to apologize. You have no contact with them and you can't even remember their names." Dean said, "You are an independent individual."

"But their blood is flowing in my body," Jesse shook his head, "I should bear their sins."

"Aren't you trying to make amends now? If we become enemies with witches, you will stand on our side, right?"

There was a moment of dead silence in the air.

Jesse hesitated for a while, looked at the moon in the sky, clenched his fist and said in a deep voice,
"I have no interest in getting close to a witch who threw me into an orphanage, communicated with the devil, and killed innocent people."

"I want to destroy the dead skin and get rid of the nightmare, no matter what the cost."

Dean nodded heavily,

"Then we are still on the same side."

"By the way, I have always wanted to ask you a question. You are almost in your 40s. In such a long time, apart from the abnormal events related to dead skin every 23 years, have you ever encountered any other supernatural events? ?For example, meeting other superpowers, or monsters?"

"Aren't you?" Jesse said,

"Besides me? Think about it."

"No." Jesse shook his head with certainty, "I live in a dilapidated trailer, occasionally mowing lawns for neighbors, doing chores, and earning some living expenses. My life is peaceful and simple. Decades have passed like this."

Dean's eyes showed deep surprise when he heard this, "This does not comply with the law of supernatural convergence. Normal superpowers must experience an event at most every five years. According to your age, you should have been exposed to ten events."

Jesse's face was full of questions, "What is the law of supernatural convergence?"

Dean hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"Forget it, go back to bed early, we have to go to the police station tomorrow."

……

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

The four of them rushed to the police station after having breakfast, only to find that the police station was surrounded by a surging crowd.

"Hey guys, come this way."

A bald black police officer pulled the four Deans to a quiet corner and handed them a piece of paper, "This is the information Chief Tubbs asked the brothers to investigate, but please forgive me for the impact of the disappearance and assault cases." It was so bad that he couldn’t get away.”

"I understand, I hope you can get through this difficulty..." Dean glanced at the addresses on the piece of paper, turned around and left with everyone.

"Jeffrey Hartman, 52 West Sixth Street... Simon Hartman, 5 North 24th Street... Maggie Hartman, 108 Blue Shield Street. Where to start?"

Jesse thought for a moment and came to the conclusion, "North 5th Street...is the closest."

"set off!"

……

They spent the whole morning visiting the families of Jeffrey Hartman and Simon Hartman, ruling out the possibility that they were related to Jesse.

in the afternoon.

The four drove for an hour and arrived at the third home, No. 108 Blue Shield Street, Maggie Hartman's residence.

It is located in a remote area, with no one around for miles.

The weeds in the yard grew to knee height, and there were thick shades of trees on both sides. Rabbits could be seen poking their heads out of their burrows.

The two-story wooden house in the center of the yard had experienced too much exposure to wind, rain, and lack of maintenance. The exterior walls became gray and moss grew, and the roof accumulated a lot of garbage such as leaves.

Dean turned on God's perspective and scanned the room.

The owner of the house was clearly out of town. There was no one in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. Black dust-proof cloths were pulled out on the bed, sofa, and table.

The furnishings are simple, with four white walls and no extra decoration.

bang bang bang...

Jesse stepped up the stairs and knocked on the door on the first floor eagerly.

"Hi, is anyone home?"

"anyone there?"

"Stop knocking, there's no one in the house." Dean walked to the door and stretched out his hand to gently touch the wooden door.

With a crisp sound, the door automatically pushed back, revealing the dark entrance and the stairs leading to the second floor.

"That's so cool, buddy, how did you do that?" Daley poked his head in the door and groped around the door for a while, trying to turn on the light switch, but couldn't find anything.

"It's just a little magic." Dean walked into the house immediately, his shoes stepped on the floor, and thick dust floated into the air, making people unconsciously wave their hands and fan them in front of their noses.

"Aren't we breaking the law if we break in like this?" Cui Shi looked around, it was dark. The temperature in the room was obviously a few degrees lower than outside, and the air was extremely dull, filled with a smell of rotten wood, which made people feel uncomfortable. Shortness of breath.

"Be smart, what's wrong if no one sees it?" Dean retorted skillfully and looked up again. There were no electric lights installed on the ceiling in this house, but there were several exquisite candlesticks covered under the dustproof cloth of the dining room table.

When Dean went to the countryside, he took out the candlesticks and lit them, and distributed one to each person.

The light in the room brightened.Under the candlelight, everyone found that the female psychic looked in a trance, and her dark eyes seemed to be staring at the cracks in time and space.

"What's wrong, Jesse, what's wrong with you?" "I'm a little familiar with this place. I've been here before. I seem to have lived here for a long time."

"That proves that we have found the right place. Maybe you lived here when you were a child." Dean clapped his hands, "Split up and search. I'll check the basement. You guys search the first and second floors. Be careful and you won't find anything unusual. Don’t touch it, call me immediately!”

"OK!"

……

Dean pushed the door through the entrance near the kitchen and entered the basement. He took a rough look from God's perspective to eliminate any doubts.
Close the door and take out the divination suit from the fantasy space, put the candlestick on the ground, place the Ouija board between your knees, cut your palms, and start calling,
"Good spirits and evil spirits that linger in this house, please listen to my words."

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, please appear in front of me...let us know of your existence...I will make up for your regrets."...

Five minutes later, Dean, who received no response, put away his equipment in disappointment and stood up.

"Ghosts don't exist in basements."

Dean returned to the first floor to perform the summoning ceremony, and accompanied Trish to search again. He could not find any special props related to witches such as crystal balls, wands, bone knives, grinders, etc. on the walls, under the carpets, and on the outer skin of the furniture. There is no so-called demon mark or mysterious symbol, not even a hair.

But he noticed another anomaly. Not only were there no electric lights in the house, there were no microwaves, TVs, tape recorders, or landline telephones.

"Could it be that Maggie Hartman, who lived in this house before, was a primitive person?" Trish rubbed her small chin with her slender fingers, looking at Dean with uncontrollable curiosity, "Normal people can't survive without any electrical appliances. .”

"This is also one of the characteristics of witches." Dean analyzed seriously, "As far as I know, all electrical appliances will emit electromagnetic radiation that is invisible to the naked eye, which will interfere with the process of witches casting spells, so they A living environment that is absolutely simple and close to nature is required.”

Cui Shi looked at his serious expression, smiled, and reached out to tap the chest muscle under the sweatshirt opposite him, "I have read in books that there are many witches who live naked in tree holes in the forest, seducing the wrong people. The man in the forest wants to get close to nature?"

"There's not even a mirror in the whole house. They must change their shape before going out, otherwise they will scare away the men." Dean reciprocated by reaching out and smoothing Trish's blond hair, and gently touched her side with his fingers. Face with fair skin.

Well, today she changed into a sports vest and a white shirt, revealing her dynamic waist and slender calves.

"Ahem, excuse me." Daley poked his head out from the guardrail on the second floor and smiled apologetically, "Come to the second floor, Ms. Jesse found an important clue!"

Trish raised her middle finger at her brother.

……

The second floor.

In the empty bedroom,

The four of them sat on the bed and looked at a black and white photo according to the candlestick.

In the photo, a woman is standing on the lawn outside the house, wearing a black long-sleeved lace dress and a black lace veil hat, covering most of her face, so that her face cannot be seen clearly.

But she has a plump figure and exudes a mature charm that has been fermented by time. Standing there quietly, she attracts everyone's attention, just like a bride wearing a black wedding dress at a wedding banquet.

"This woman has the same figure as you, a bit like a younger version of you." Daly muttered and looked at the psychic lady.

"She is Maggie Hartman." Jesse tapped his finger on the woman in the photo and spoke firmly.

"Your mother?" Dean's eyes wandered between the photo and Jesse's face, and there was indeed a slight resemblance.

A trace of confusion flashed in Jesse's eyes, "I'm not sure if she is my mother, aunt, or other relative? But she is very important to me."

"So is she a witch?"

"I can't remember. Everyone, please let me stay quietly in the room for a while. Maybe I can recall some memories from my childhood?" Jesse held the photo and looked at the three of them pleadingly.

"Okay. Be safe. If anything happens, call us right away." Dean called the Trish siblings and left the room, continuing to search the attic, observing Jesse in the room from time to time from God's perspective.

……

Jesse stared at the photo, his eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and an uncontrollable sleepiness came to his heart. At the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar female voice echoed in his ears:
Imagine there is a firelight moving around your body, then falling to the ground, moving forward into the darkness... Take a deep breath, and then follow the firelight, slowly open the door, go out, and see the reality——

breathe…

Jesse blinked his eyes, trembled suddenly, woke up from his deep sleep, and turned his head. The candlestick next to him was still burning quietly, but the sky outside the curtains had completely darkened.

What happened, sleeping from afternoon to night?
"Dean, Trish, Daley, are you there?" Jesse shouted several times, and the air was silent for a full 2 ​​minutes without a response. She began to panic, stood up with the candlestick, and opened the bedroom door.

A fishy wind blows in the face.

She was stunned.

Outside the door is not the expected dark corridor on the second floor.

Instead, it was an ancient, primitive cave with uneven limestone walls. The roof of the cave was sunken inward in the darkness, and stalactites of different lengths, like giant beasts' teeth, hung down.

In the center of the cave, the bonfire illuminated a layer of numbing white bones on the ground. Human ribs and thigh bones could be clearly seen, and some were covered with unshaved flesh and blood, so many that they covered the ground.

At the end of the bones stands a huge statue made of sandstone: a humanoid creature with wings, facehugger-like jointed limbs on its face, a mouth full of sharp teeth like steel needles, and a layer of gray-black armor-like horny skin.

Extremely powerful and ferocious.

In front of the statue, stood a dark-skinned woman with disheveled hair, her back turned to Jesse, her plump figure exposed in the air, vaguely similar to the lady in the black skirt in the photo, and the light from the bonfire illuminated the skin of her back. Some kind of bright red paint outlined the large tattoos.

Several big black-furred rats stood at her feet, shaking their heads like pets.

Kneeling opposite her was a thin man, wearing a black robe, white tie, and white cufflinks, with a sickly blush on his cheeks. He was covering his mouth and coughing painfully. When he spread his fingers, a bright red ball lay on his palm.

The woman nodded and dropped a strange-shaped fruit. The mouse chirped and delivered the fruit to the man.
"Abraham Moreau, are you ready? You will take my place and serve my Lord forever."

The man ate the fruit.

A dense drum beat came from nowhere in the cave, and it seemed to hit Jesse's heart. Her face turned red, her eyes were bloodshot, and her heartbeat and breathing became faster involuntarily.

But she didn't feel rejected or uncomfortable at all. Instead, she felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration, as if she was born to dance to the sound of the drums.

The woman with her back turned to her felt her thoughts, and moved her hands and feet as nimbly as an ape, reciting obscure spells in her mouth, and danced a weird dance while stepping on the bones.

Several mice raised their paws and circled quickly between her feet, as if they were dancing with her.

The drum beats faster and faster,

The man screamed and lay on the ground, arching his back and convulsing. The skin on his face seemed to be melted by high temperature, with blisters and ulcers, revealing scarlet muscles and white bones. His elbows, knees, spine, and bones all over his body were overgrown. Branches grow out like piercing the skin and fold.

bang bang bang...

The man's squirming body flew into the air strangely, slowly rotating around the statue.

The woman shouted loudly:

"Nasrei sleeps in the black abyss...the great Nasrei...gives you fear..."

"Nasre...serves at your side...and is immortal with you..."

There was a strong wind in the cave, the bonfire was swaying, and the ceiling was shaking and shaking off pieces of broken stone. Each mouse straightened its body and trembled twice, as if it could not withstand the majestic magic in the air, and its small body was like a balloon. It swells up and then explodes into minced meat.

The space cracked into dense gaps like a broken mirror, and wisps of black mist poured out from the gaps, quickly condensing a huge and evil black shadow on the wall of the cave - a huge head, with a tight chin. The floor, overhead to the ceiling, takes up most of the space.

The head opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue and wrapped it around the wailing man in the air, pulled him back into his mouth and chewed him.

The woman who was reciting the curse was lying on the ground twitching. When Jesse saw this, she couldn't help but feel a kind of heart-wrenching pain, as if the old healed wounds on her body were reopened. She stared at the prostrate woman again, trying to see her clearly. Face.

Finally, the woman turned her head and met her eyes.

Two identical faces were reflected in the pupils.

　Sorry, this one has been changed a lot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)