Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 253 243. Regenerator, two methods of salvation
In the hall filled with animal specimens, Farage looked at the bearded man with no intimacy or respect in his eyes.

"Uncle Trent, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

The bearded man lowered his head and said, "Go ahead and scold me. I deserve to be scolded for the sins I have done in the past."

"It has been more than 20 years, have you ever regretted your shameful behavior?" The pastor looked at him, "Have you ever been condemned by your conscience?"

"Why not? The guilt has kept me in a daze for most of my life, and I still dare not get married." The bearded man said helplessly, "And I visit Thomas Crowley every year. How can I compensate for setting fire to myself?"

Dean asked again, "Besides you, where do the other two arsonists, Samson and Bob, live?"

"I don't know..." The bearded man shook his head blankly, "Since the accident, their family moved away from Honey Island and lost contact with me. Fast forward more than 20 years, and they are no longer in New Orleans."

Dean was not discouraged, "Do you have any photos of the three of you? They can be from childhood."

The bearded man showed a surprised expression, got up and walked to the bedroom.

"I have to look through the photo album, wait a minute."

……

Take advantage of this gap.

Farage looked at Jacob, "According to your Christian teachings, will these three bastards who bully the weak and set fires go to hell after death?"

Jacob clasped his fingers in front of his forehead and prayed softly, "Everyone makes mistakes, not to mention the accidental mistakes of immature teenagers and children. If they sincerely make amends and repent, God will spare them."

Dean shook his head, "Then Victor Crowley, the murderer who brutally murdered three people, will go to hell?"

This time Jacob was silent for a long time and kissed the cross heavily. "Victor hurt innocent people because of human discrimination and bullying. He is a poor man who lives in sin and cannot help himself. If he sincerely repented, God will forgive him." . But if he continues to kill, he is too vicious and is following Satan, and God will punish him."

"We must stop him before he makes more mistakes!"

Farage sighed, "You are much more pious than my father, a fake voodoo wizard. Where were you a priest before?"

"North."

"Isn't the pastor very busy?" Dean asked, asking the doubt in his heart, "Why do you take a son and a daughter on a road trip in an RV?"

"Please don't tell Scott and Katie that I have resigned..." A trace of confusion flashed in Jacob's eyes, "I encountered confusion and stayed in the church for a long time with no one to guide me, so I took my family with me Come out and find out.”

"I made the right choice. I saw supernatural things on this trip. I'm on the right path and I'm closer to the answer."

……

"found it."

The bearded man walked out of the bedroom and spread a photo on the table. In the photo, there were three boys of about ten years old, arms around each other and smiling happily.

"The black-haired one in the middle is me..."

"Hook-nosed Samson on the left..."

"The one on the right with glasses and a mole on his chin is Bob."

"Samson and Bob were cousins, inseparable, probably living in the same place."

"Very well, give me paper and pen," Dean looked at the photo carefully and made more requests. "Tell them all about their family backgrounds, personalities, experiences...the more detailed they are, the more likely I am to find them."

The bearded man nodded and began to tell.

After Dean filled up a few sheets of paper, he couldn't help but ask,
"What happens when you find them?"

"Bring them here." Dean said, "We must let the resurrected Victor rest in peace, and we must rely on the power of the three instigators of you. Are you willing to help?"

The bearded man's face froze, but under Dean's sharp gaze, he nodded, "I will do my best to make up for past mistakes."

"Wait for the call, don't run around." Dean winked at his companions, stood up and walked towards the door.

The bearded man stopped them and asked tremblingly, "Wait, did Victor say anything?"

"No, he is full of murderous intentions and destroys everything. If you don't cooperate with us, you will be killed by him sooner or later."

Leaving behind their sad-faced beards, the three of them left the double-porch house and drove their Chevrolet to a phone booth on the roadside in the Lower Garden District.

Dean walked in alone, looked through the photos and written records, pretended to make a phone call, and searched for Samson and Bob using God's perspective. As a result, he easily sensed their current specific addresses.

For ordinary people who are not covered by mysterious powers and are not far away, Dean does not need to use a miniature sensory deprivation tank. His search ability alone makes them invisible.

……

Dean returned to Chevy;

"To downtown Baton Rouge, northwest of New Orleans."

Gretchen and the other three were surprised at how quickly this guy found someone, but they didn't ask any more questions. After filling up the tank at the gas station, they drove to their destination.

More than 100 kilometers, from morning to afternoon.

Several people entered Baton Rouge on the east bank of the Mississippi River, the capital of Louisiana and the second largest city after New Orleans.

Along the way, I had no intention of appreciating the natural scenery. Following Dean's guidance, I walked around the state university, entered a botanical garden, and quickly found a one-story red-roofed cabin nestled among lush flowers.

Dean asked a few people to stay in the car, and he got out of the car and slowly leaned over. He opened his perspective and observed every corner of the house.

The interior is simple and warm, and the family is not wealthy.

A middle-aged man was busy in the kitchen. His big nose and strong chin were very conspicuous. Samson's appearance in the photo could be vaguely seen between his brows.

In addition, his eyes were narrow and sinister, but he had a happy and warm smile on his lips. He was humming a song while frying steak, and he was in a good mood.

In the room behind him, a plump black-haired woman was teasing a giggling baby girl in the crib with a bottle, her face filled with maternal glory, and a five- or six-year-old boy wearing a gray sweater was holding a toy. The plane trotted purringly on the orange-red carpet behind my mother.

No matter from every aspect, this is a warm and happy family of four.

It was clear that Samson had long since left behind the shadows of his past and the blunders he had made as a teenager.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Dean's eyes, then he shook his head... walked up and knocked on the wooden door.

"you are?"

"Samson, remember Victor Crowley from Honey Island Swamp?"

"What?" This sharp question instantly shocked the man, and then the long and terrifying memories came back into his mind, and his face changed drastically, "I don't understand what you mean, you have found the wrong person."

"If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price." Dean stared into his eyes, his pupils filled with waves of starlight, "Say goodbye to your family and come with me immediately!"

The man lowered his head, with a look of pain on his sinister face, but in the blink of an eye his reason and persistence were overwhelmed by the divine realm, and his twisted cheeks relaxed.

"What's the matter, dear?" The woman noticed the movement at the door, came out, hugged her husband's arm, and asked with a smile, "Who is this friend?"

"Cliff, a colleague, introduced me to a big business. I want to go out with him right away." Samson gently touched his wife's hair, and his expression returned to normal, except for the twinkling deep in his eyes. After a moment of helplessness,
"You're in such a hurry, why don't you leave after finishing this meal?" the woman said coquettishly, and then extended an invitation to Dean with a smile.
"No... I have to hurry up and earn money for milk powder and diapers for my baby girl." Samson glanced at the little girl in the crib with nostalgia, hugged his wife and eldest son heavily, and followed Dean into the car.

Sitting in the back row like a puppet in a daze.

Chevrolet continued east and picked up No. 3 key figure Bob in an apartment near State University.

He wears glasses and is elegant. He is in his forties and has not yet married or had children. His hair is mostly gray, and his thin body is full of morbidity.

His life was not going well, and he was still working as a tally clerk in a department store and supermarket when he was much older.

Under the pressure of Dean's divine realm, Bob honestly got into the car and sat with his cousin Samson.

At this point, in less than half a day, all three people who set fire to Victor Crowley's house on Honey Island more than 20 years ago were found and captured.

Farage, Gretchen, and the pastor who witnessed the whole process just felt like they were in a dream, and the efficiency was incredibly high.

Farage's dark and delicate face was full of shock and admiration, "Dean, I can guarantee that even the most famous tracking expert in the FBI cannot compare to one of your fingers."

Gretchen smiled proudly, "If you go to work in the LVPD, then one person is worth three teams. Yes, you should always mentor me in the future!"

"No problem." Dean nodded, then turned to the two "prisoners", "You don't know why I called you here? Let me help you recall your shameful behavior..."

……

Chevy returned to the double-porch house in the Garden District of New Orleans in the late afternoon.

Dean sent Samson and Bob into Trent's house after hearing the ins and outs, allowing these three close childhood playmates to reunite after many years of separation.

Then he said in a commanding tone, "You made mistakes in the past that led to bad consequences, but you chose to escape reality. Now Victor Crowley, who was killed by you, has crawled out of hell and wants to settle the score with you." The three people looked at each other with expressions. Snow White, even though they just listened to others describing the changes in Honey Island Swamp, they also felt a creepy murderous intention.

The ugly ghost-like face emerged from the memory again.

"But injustice and debt have their own owners. Victor went too far. He should not have poured out his anger on innocent people." A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, "I want to let him rest in peace, or destroy him. This requires With your strength.”

"What should we do?" Trent asked tremblingly.
"Zumbi is still working on a solution, you just wait." Dean's eyes flashed with an unpredictable light, and he looked directly into the eyes of the three of them, "Don't try to escape or contact the outside world."

The three of them nodded dully.

……

After finding out the true identity of the Hatchet Maniac and capturing three key figures, Dean and his team completed today's mission and quickly returned to the witchcraft shop on Bourbon Street.

The second floor.

Hundreds of books were covered on the table and carpet. Zumby, Katie, and Scott were rummaging through them eagerly. Their eyes were bloodshot due to excessive use, as if they had not rested for two days and two nights. .

Dean and Gretchen tiptoed over the books on the floor and distributed the packed hamburger meals to the three of them.

Zumby took the burger and began to talk to his daughter about their progress.

Scott, holding a beef burger in his mouth, couldn't wait to shout, "I found an important clue! The murderer on the island is indeed not a resurrected corpse, he is a more advanced form of voodoo rebirth." ...Well...the existence of regenerators...ahem..."

Victor is a voodoo regenerator?
Dean noticed that the system progress jumped to 30.00% seven.

"You can choke on a hamburger. When will you grow up and be less frizzy?" Jacob handed his son a bottle of water and patted him on the back with a look of helplessness.

Scott took a breath and slowly spread out a thick tome. A strange human shape was painted on the page with sticky black.

"The regenerator is a far more powerful and evil existence than the resurrected corpse. He was not born naturally, but was powerfully cursed by the voodoo wizard."

"I knew it wasn't that simple." Dean shook his head and sighed, "So the curse is the source of Victor turning into a murderous maniac, but who would curse a deformed person with a miserable fate?"

"According to the confessions of the three Trent people, Victor lived in that dilapidated wooden house most of the time, and the number of people he came into contact with was extremely limited," Gretchen analyzed with her hands folded across her chest. "The person who cast the curse can also be easily eliminated. His Father Thomas has no reason to hurt his adopted son...Trent and Samson are ordinary people and do not have this kind of curse ability."

Farage continued, "Then the remaining possibility is the remaining residents of Honey Island at that time?"

"There is another possibility. This curse was hidden in Thomas's body before he took Victor to Honey Island Swamp." Dean sighed,
"That's hard to track," Farage said.

"Let's not talk about the curse caster for now," Dean changed the subject, "What are the other conditions for the birth of the regenerator?"

Katie continued, "He still has a lot of resentment and endless anger in his heart."

"Completely satisfied." Dean recounted the tragic life of Victor Crowley to the few people who stayed in the store.

Scott said empathetically, "This is much worse than me. I was only bullied by a small group of classmates, but except for his father, everyone else around him was no less than a devil."

Katie made a worried look.

Zumbi took over, pointed to a page of records and said,

"He must have died horribly to add to this resentment."

"When he dies... he will be entangled with this sleeping land. All the evil and terrible substances, spirits, and thoughts in the swamp will aggravate his bad luck at the time of death and the resentment in his body."

"At a certain critical moment, on Halloween night, the most magical time in the world, someone casts a voodoo spell in the swamp, and the reborn ones will wake up from their slumber."

Zumbi's heavy voice echoed in the study,

"Victor's tragedy, premature death, and resentment force him to relive that Halloween night of death, night after night, again and again.

"After transforming into a regenerator, Victor only had anger in his heart and the obsession to take revenge on those who stepped into the swamp and honey island."

"Those who stop him will be affected by the curse in his body."

Dean nodded, which was consistent with his experience.

"The land of Honey Island Swamp and the obsession in his body make him immortal. Every time he dies, his broken body will immediately recover and wander around Honey Island, continuing to kill..."

"Every night until dawn."

The expressions of the seven people in the library became very exciting, as if they had heard a horror story.

The progress reached 50.00%.

"So, Victor Crowley, the Voodoo Reborn, only comes out at night?" Gretchen interjected,
Zumbi nodded, "Honey Island Swamp is safe during the day."

"So now we basically understand the entire process of the birth of Reborn Victor." Dean stood up and walked around in a circle, pulled out a blackboard, and wrote a few paragraphs on it with a white pen, "Curse imposed by an unknown person → Experiencing misfortune and torture and accumulating resentment → dying in extreme pain and terror → being awakened by voodoo magic on Halloween night... There are four stages in total.”

After Dean concluded like this, everyone who was still a little confused in their thinking suddenly felt that the clouds were clearing before their eyes.

Farage wondered, "I have a feeling that everything is arranged. When and where it will happen are all planned."

Gretchen nodded in agreement, "I smell a conspiracy."

"I can't tell for sure now." Dean pondered for a few seconds and asked, "What's the way to completely eliminate the regenerators?"

"The book provides two methods." Katie opened a book and said in a crisp voice, "The first method is to find the person who originally cursed Victor Crowley and let him lift the curse. "

"Have a good chat with Trent, Samson, and Bob," Farage analyzed. "Maybe they know something?"

"I'll go and communicate with them tomorrow." Pastor Jacob held the cross tightly, "God will make them repent."

Dean nodded and turned to Zumby and said, "It is not an ordinary person who can cast such a powerful curse. Try using the information channels of Voodoo to find out which real voodoos there were in New Orleans more than 20 years ago. How can they cast spells?" The person may be among them.”

"I'll go tomorrow." Zumbi said awkwardly, "but I can only give it a try. All I know are liars who have no real talent, and they have been too long."

Dean said, "Just do your best."

"In addition, I think the curse caster may have a hostile relationship with Victor's father, Thomas Crowley." Gretchen analyzed with her hands folded across her chest, "The curse caster resented Thomas, so he cursed his child?"

"This is also a train of thought," Dean pondered, "I plan to personally go to the place where Thomas lived to look for clues."

"That is a wooden house on the east side of Honey Island. It is simple and dilapidated and has been vacant for almost a year." Faraj volunteered, "Shall I take you to see it tomorrow morning?"

Dean looked around at the people who were fully engrossed in the incident, and was glad that he had not directly erased their memories.

They help save a lot of time.

……

"What about the second solution?" Dean looked at Scott,

Scott said loudly, "Let the reborn person fulfill his greatest obsession. Only in this way will he be able to liberate himself and leave with peace of mind."

What was Victor Crowley's greatest obsession?
This question was swirling in everyone's mind, and soon a word surfaced——

"revenge!"

Gretchen said categorically, "Victor wants to kill the three culprits who caused the fire in the cabin and his tragic death, Trent, Samson, and Bob!"

"We can't bring three living people to the island to die, right?" Jacob expressed his kindness clearly, "We can't sacrifice the lives of three living people just to avoid future death. This is different from the cruel blood sacrifice in ancient times. What's the difference?"

"Think about what these three bastards did," Gretchen grabbed the braids on the back of her head and shook her head with a cold face, "They deserve this kind of fate. We should send them to Honey Island now. Facing fate.”

"But they didn't mean to burn down the house," Katie timidly looked at her adoring eldest sister, biting her lip and retorted, "They were wrong, but their mistakes won't lead to death!"

"Yes, Bob and Trent have been carrying heavy guilt for more than 20 years, and their lives are in a mess," Farage nodded. "And Samson has a wife, children, and a newborn daughter to take care of...he died like this. If it happens, a family will be completely broken, and the wife, children, and children will fall into the abyss. We cannot implicate other innocent people in order to deal with a sinner."

"If you make a mistake, you should pay the price!" Scott stood on the opposite side of his father and sister. "They bullied and killed a life, so they should pay for their life. This is only fair."

"Okay, don't rush to sacrifice the three arsonists." Dean interrupted everyone's heated debate, "Let's look for the curse caster first. I have an intuition that Victor will become this deformed person that is hated by gods and ghosts. The appearance is the cause of the curse.”

"Curse is the root of all tragedies!"

Dean quickly assigned work.

"Tomorrow, Zumby goes to look for clues about the voodoo witches who lived more than 20 years ago."

"Jacob and Gretchen took Scott and Katie to talk to Trent and find clues about the curse releaser."

"Farage and I went to the island to investigate Thomas's former residence."

(End of this chapter)