Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 248 238. Halloween

After receiving the call, Dean drove all the way to New Orleans, a seaport city in southern Louisiana.

From morning to evening, Dean entered the French Quarter, the heart of downtown New Orleans.

Driving past the magnificent St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square and St. Augustine's Church, founded by African Americans, Dean drove into Bourbon Street with the "Bourbon Dynasty" sign.

After getting off the car, he breathed in the salty sea breeze, walked along the crowded streets, and looked around.

The buildings here are different from those seen before. In addition to traditional American townhouses, there are also Creole-style buildings with arched windows, steep roofs, and strong guardrails.

Buildings are located on both sides of the street, with spacious porches that are almost connected to the street. Spanish style and Native American style are combined very cleverly.

You can also see a rare single-story wooden-framed, narrow Victorian single-story building on the street corner. A bullet fired at it can pass through the entire house, hence the name shotgun house.

On Halloween, all buildings extinguish candlelight and fires, and only jack-o'-lanterns are placed in front of the doors.

Bustling residents and tourists passed through the jack-o'-lanterns, and costume parties were held along the street. More than half were black.

Dean turned around.

The black ghost, the fat goblin, the sinister skeleton, the strong and sexy Batman and Catwoman all greeted the passing "goblins and ghosts" very enthusiastically, blew kisses, and when they got interested, put their arms around their shoulders and picked up the camera to take a photo.

Colorful and strange costumes complement the pumpkin lanterns.

But the group of drag dancers that Dean admires the most are those who wear the "Emperor's New Clothes" and show every part of their bodies to the public without reservation.

Dean resisted the urge to vomit and looked away from a fat "emperor" with thick hair and enchanting dancing posture. He looked down at his boring big trench coat and wondered if a bolt of lightning struck among this group of coquettish people. Can't kill two hundred people?
Oh no, why don't you change your clothes as the locals do?

Dean patted his head vigorously to clear away the messy evil thoughts. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat. He glanced at the crowd behind him and saw a tall figure approaching furtively.

He suppressed his smile and stood there pretending not to know anything, looking at the endless flow of people.

"Don't move!"

A crisp scolding sound.

A force of lightning twisted his wrist behind his back, forcing him to bend forward.

"Dean Lu, you are under arrest."

A couple in ghost clothes next to them turned around and looked at each other. They couldn't help but smile and give a thumbs up.

"Be gentle, Miss Police." Dean lowered his head and said sincerely, "What crime have I committed?"

"You haven't contacted your girlfriend for half a year and have subjected her to cold violence for a long time."

"I accept the fine. I am willing to pay a fine of [-] million, but I have to wait until night."

"What two hundred million?"

Suddenly, the policewoman's hands were empty, and the arrested criminal escaped from her hands like magic, opened his arms and gave her a heavy hug without any explanation.

The familiar and strong masculine aura hit her face, making her ocean-blue eyes blurred, and she couldn't help but bury her face in his shoulder.

"Long time no see, Miss Gretchen...Police...Witch..." Dean lowered his head and looked at the picture with a witch's pointed hat, delicate light makeup, pale, cold and charming face, "Looking for a place to sit?"

……

A Halloween wizard-themed restaurant on Bourbon Street.

Every dining table was filled with ghosts, evil spirits and archmages who came to "enjoy the sacrifices", but there were no candlelights or furnace lights in the restaurant, only gloomy lights.

Dean and Gretchen sat opposite each other at a table for two in the corner, studying the magic menu sent by the black-robed wizard waiter.

"Wizard's Gumbo, Magical Jambalaya, Oysters Rockefeller, Bananas Foster...that's it for now."

"Hold on."

The waiter left, and Gretchen clasped her hands in front of her to support her pointed chin. She looked at the familiar man opposite, without concealing the curiosity and surprise in her eyes.

"The change is so big, I almost can't recognize it anymore."

"Getting stronger?" Dean smiled and looked at her black eye shadow and lips.
"That's not the case...it's just that there's something in your eyes that I can't see through, a frightening temperament. You seem to be very tired and stretched like a string." Gretchen said half-jokingly, "Seeing you I was reminded of the violent serial murderers described by FBI experts. You were stopped by the police for questioning along the way, right?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and gave her a thumbs up. He had frequently been involved in supernatural incidents in the past six months, so it was inevitable that he would have some unusual aura.

But he didn't feel tired or tense.

"You have become more beautiful and more mature."

Gretchen's face has lost the baby fat and childishness she had when she just graduated from high school. The outline of her facial features has become deeper and firmer. The braid that once hung down to her lower back has been cut short by more than half, making her look fresh and neat.Under the black robe, his chest was high and his figure was plumper and stronger than before.

Black lipstick and nail polish made her look even more seductive.

In addition, under the perspective of life, the intensity of the white light on her body is not inferior to that of a strong adult male, but the light is dim in some places.

"Mature? Are you saying I'm old?" Gretchen touched her smooth face and looked at Dean's jade-like jade-like skin with envy. My skin now is not as good as yours.”

Dean shook his head, "I can guarantee that you are definitely the most beautiful and popular lady in the police academy. Of course, you will always be in my heart."

"Didn't lie?"

"I swear to God."

Gretchen grinned, with the hearty smile of an American big girl on her pale cheeks. Then she put her hands around the trembling chest under the black robe and looked at him with sharp eyes like a policeman interrogating a prisoner.

"You rarely said such fancy words before, but you have had other girlfriends in the past six months? Huh?"

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes? I have always kept you in my heart and regarded you as the most important woman." Dean added "one" to his head and looked directly into those big eyes.
The suspicion in Gretchen's eyes diminished slightly, "Then why do you never contact me?"

"I know your ideals, so I don't want to interrupt your training class and affect your graduation grades. Look, aren't we reunited now?" Dean changed the topic, "Back to the topic, you have more than five Are you used to being in the police academy?"

"It went very well. In addition to memorizing, there were physical training and exams all day long..." Gretchen talked about her experience in the police academy with a smile on her face. "The training intensity is not as intense as when I competed with you in Las Vegas."

"In our police academy, 3% of the boys in my class were not as good at fighting and shooting as me, so I got the No. [-] overall score and beat up those big men who looked down on women and thought we were not tough or strong enough. The face of a bastard!"

Gretchen shared and showed off, a faint blush of excitement appeared on her rouged cheeks,

"You are a born policeman, and you will definitely become the chief of the Las Vegas Police Department in the future." Dean stood up and hugged her to express congratulations, then touched her black lips, and the unfamiliarity of half a year's absence disappeared.

"Thank you." The witch smiled happily.

"The classes at the police academy are over, what are your plans next?" Dean helped her put a strand of black hair in front of her forehead behind her ears, and then touched the side of her face.

"Back to LVPD for internship, but before that, another female colleague and I were going to stay in New Orleans for a few days to relax, and I thought of you." Gretchen grabbed his dishonest hand and played with his slender Five fingers, poking at the belly of the finger, "What have you been doing for the past six months? Why haven't you returned to Las Vegas to open a private detective agency!"

Dean nodded, "I spent most of the past six months in Hawkins, Indiana, living with my uncle. Later, by chance, I found several clues about my missing parents, which pointed to Texas. I was going to try my luck there. .”

"Can I help?" Gretchen's heart tightened.
Dean grabbed her little hand with black nail polish and kissed it gently, "Miss Witch, I will definitely contact you if necessary."

At this time, the wizard waiter brought oysters, pumpkin pie, risotto, spicy Louisiana crayfish, etc., "You two, please wait."

Gretchen peeled off several large oysters in succession and handed them to his plate with a smile on her face. "Here, here is the magic secret medicine that I carefully cooked. It's good for your health to eat more of it."

"What good is it, exploding on the spot?"

"Haha, you have to finish eating. You once promised to take me to Reno for a trip to skiing and swimming in Lake Tahoe when I graduate from the police academy. You broke your promise and will be punished."

"Okay, I'll take the punishment. But sorry, travel will have to wait until after my trip to Texas."

"Then you have to make it up to me." Gretchen bit her lip.
"As you wish."

……

The two of them had had enough wine and food. It was eight o'clock in the evening, the busiest time on Bourbon Street. Zombies, clowns, and ghosts were running rampant on the street. Petite children and teenagers dressed as elves and goblins were knocking on every house along the street. At the door of the room, he said "Please eat candy or do you want to suffer" to rob the candy.

Some were bold enough to rush directly into the demon team and ask for candy from the costumed dancers.

A scene of demons dancing wildly.

Gretchen handed Dean a monster outfit that had been prepared in advance, a fluffy white werewolf costume and a werewolf mask.But after he put it on, he only felt a chill in the middle. Looking down, he saw that between the fur of the pants and the top, there was a smooth piece of bare abdominal muscles, revealing sculpted abdominal muscles, and his two arms were also in tatters, revealing strong muscles.

Dean was not an exhibitionist. He spread his paws and looked helplessly at the smiling witch.
"What is this? A shaved non-mainstream werewolf?"

"Isn't this perfect?" The witch stretched out her cold little hand and touched it randomly. "If you ask me, the figures of the model champions on TV are far inferior to yours. If you have good things, you should show them generously."

"Smile and relax. You said you would listen to me tonight! It's finally time to go out and have fun, so don't bring any psychological burden."

"Okay, you have a point," Dean nodded.
The witch held the magic crutch in one hand, held the werewolf's arm in the other, and walked onto the street with her round and slender thighs.

The coquettish and sexy witch, paired with a white werewolf with beautiful muscles, is also very eye-catching among hundreds of dancers in strange costumes.

"Haha, Mr. Werewolf and Miss Witch, let's take a photo together..." A fat black vampire count wearing a black cloak and sharp dentures waved the Pentax camera in his hand towards the two of them.
Gretchen nodded, with a serious look on her pretty face. She turned the magic crutch in her palm flexibly a few times and muttered a bunch of random spells. The top of the magic crutch lightly tapped the vampire on the head. The latter covered his chest and made a look of pain. appearance.

Gretchen gave Dean another look.

Dean lowered his head and sighed helplessly, raised his hands in front of his chest like claws, and looked at the moon in the sky——

ooh-

He tackled the vampire to the ground.

"Cheese!"

Click!

……

"Miss Witch, what is the night ghost hunting activity on this list?"

"On the nights around Halloween, I go on adventures in abandoned houses, swamps, lakes and other dangerous places, but I have other plans tonight. How about going tomorrow? My colleagues and I have already planned it."

"Listen to your arrangement."

……

The witch and the werewolf continued to walk on the road, taking photos with some monsters they liked from time to time, and sharing candy with the little ghosts who "begged" for candy.

In Dean's impression, Halloween is a time when all kinds of supernatural creatures gather, and it is also the most likely time for horrific murders to occur.

Therefore, he maintained a state of clairvoyance throughout the whole process, but he did not encounter supernatural events every time. At least on this Bourbon Street, the monsters and monsters in front of him were all pretenders, and there was no real thing that could fish in troubled waters.

Dean, who was impatient at the beginning, gradually relaxed and integrated into the noisy atmosphere. He joined the noisy parade, cheered, danced and writhed like a zombie among the jack-o-lanterns, and secretly took a few from the children's candy bags. One, enjoying the intimate contact with Miss Witch's elastic body.

Dean only felt something that had been accumulated in his body for a long time being slowly released, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

"That's right," Gretchen took off his wolf mask, pecked his lips, and passed the mint. "There's no such tightness anymore."

Dean kissed the witch's red face that was wet with sweat.
"Stay here and have fun with me these two days." The witch clung to the werewolf like a conjoined twin and slowly walked towards the dark and remote street ahead.
"No problem. By the way, why did you choose to come to New Orleans so far away for vacation?"

"My colleague is black, and her father lives on Bourbon Street. I will introduce you to her tomorrow."

……

"Stop, run where you are, foreign yellow-skinned monkey, hand over the candy!"

"stop fighting!"

A sudden exclamation awoke the two from their sweet exchange.

Dean looked up and saw the street corner not far away.

Three black teenagers wearing big-headed alien costumes threw an Asian boy dressed as Bruce Lee in a yellow tights tracksuit to the ground and beat him on the face.

A white girl with angel wings yelled to stop her.

But the black man ignored him and punched the boy into panda eyes.

"Give it to them, Scott, give the candy to these scoundrels!" The angel girl lay on the ground and yelled at the boy in yellow tights,

The crouched boy gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"I asked for it, why should I give it to these idiots!"

……

"Stop me!"

Gretchen, who had a strong sense of justice, could not tolerate sand in her eyes. She rushed over with a cold face, and smashed the magic cane down like a hoe. The two black men who were punching covered their lower backs and ran away screaming. Gretchen ran away. Then he raised his long legs and kicked to the left. The third black man who rushed over was kicked in the lower abdomen. He flew two meters and fell to his knees. His nose twitched and he almost cried.

"Get out of here!" Gretchen retracted her legs and yelled at the black man, then helped the Asian boy up and patted the dust on his body.

"Are you okay?"

The boy shook his head, took out a large handful of candies from the bag and handed them over. The panda's eyes showed gratitude.

"Thank you, sister witch." The angel girl also smiled sweetly at Gretchen and stretched out her hand, "I am Katie, and this is my stupid brother Scott."

Gretchen glanced at the faces of this strange boy and girl. Katie had a delicate and soft heart-shaped face, a light jaw, and cute baby fat. When she smiled, she was very friendly and contagious, and had a good temperament. It's a white girl.

Scott has a long horse face and an ordinary-looking Asian.

No matter the facial features or skin color and temperament, there is no similarity at all. How can they be siblings?

But she didn't ask much.

At this time, across from the three of them, the black man in the middle, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, had a hint of ferocity in his eyes. He quietly reached into his candy bag, grabbed a hard handle, squeezed the trigger, and pulled out.

But while the thing was still being pulled out, his heart skipped an inexplicable jump. He looked up and saw a strange man wearing a white wolf mask with his abs exposed suddenly appeared five meters away. His eyes swept over their faces with a deep look.

Colors as brilliant as the Northern Lights appeared in those pupils, instantly sucking away their souls.

The three of them seemed to have seen God.

He threw away the package obediently, turned around and ran into the dark alley in the corner.

Where no one is paying attention, raise your fist, aim it at your companion's nose, and punch him hard!
Click.

The originally high nose bridges of the three black boys were horribly broken to one side like crooked building blocks, exposing the bone stubble, and the splattered blood stained their chins and half of their faces red.

However, they seemed to feel no pain at all, and they helped each other and decisively broke one of their companion's wrists.

The three disabled black men were pardoned and turned to run away.

……

"How's it going? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Dean released the divine realm, picked up the candy bag, and looked at the siblings with concern.
"No need." Scott shook his head, took out another handful of candies and handed them to the werewolf, and looked at each other with his sister, "Thank you for your help, but we have to go back immediately, otherwise father will worry."

……

Afterwards, Dean and Gretchen sent the siblings to a remote street, outside an old RV, and watched them meet up with a tall, old white man with a kind face.

leave quietly.

"Ms. Gretchen, how does it feel to act bravely for justice?" Dean looked at the witch with a half-smile.

"Three little black men are totally unenjoyable without being beaten!"

"But you know, you just made a fatal mistake!" Dean nodded, his face suddenly turned serious, and his sharp eyes made Gretchen's smile freeze, and a sense of uneasiness like doomsday arose in her heart.
Gretchen was stunned for a moment, "What's the mistake?"

Dean handed over the candy bag, and the latter opened it, and immediately saw the loaded M1911 inside. His knuckles turned white and his face was full of frustration.

"Didn't you learn this in the police academy? When you encounter any enemy, whether it is a child, an adult, or even an animal or other species, don't be soft-hearted. Make sure they lose the ability to resist." Dean held the woman's shoulders and stared at her Her eyes solemnly warned, "I don't want to suddenly hear your bad news one day in the future."

Otherwise I can only go to Limbo to find you.

"Well, I will remember this lesson well." Gretchen nodded lightly, hooked Dean's neck with a swing of the crutch, and retreated into the dark woods behind her, her husky-like blue eyes sparkling, as if Narrating the witch's bewitching words, "Your Excellency White Wolf, go to the secret base and continue to guide me?"

(End of this chapter)