Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 26 26. Blood can't flow in vain
Ten p.m.

Ruster's house.

A cloud of gray mist floats on the ceiling three meters above the ground, spinning around the bright yellow crystal chandelier, and shuttles between the lamp leaves, as flexible as a gray bat.

It suddenly fell, dragging its gray cloak, landed silently, and turned into a blurred human figure.

Huhu——

"Shadow" dragged a gust of wind around Rust in the center of the apartment hall.

Last's left fist was in the front and his right fist was in the back. He raised his heel slightly to maintain a boxing stance, but his chest and abdomen were not in a standard way, like a zombie dancing a mechanical dance.

boom!boom!
Last kept swinging straight left fists, hitting the air, his movements were slow and limp.

Dean, who was dealing with a piece of steak at the table, gave advice from time to time. After his fighting was promoted to LV1, Dean gained several months of comprehensive fighting training knowledge, including some boxing knowledge. His theoretical level is enough to guide pure newcomers.

Although the unhealed left arm injury cannot improve proficiency, Dean can also lay a solid foundation for himself through guidance.

"Don't just stand still and lean slightly to the right when you're punching."

"I've emphasized it several times, keep your arms straight, don't be as soft as rubber bands!"

"The heart of the fist is down, so that the fist is at a right angle to the contact target!"

breathe…

"Dude, is it useful for me to practice such a trick?"

Rust put his hands on his hips and took a few heavy breaths. The sweat soaked the white T-shirt and dripped down his chin.

"Can't you change to a new move, uppercut, swing, knee bump?"

"You want to run before you can walk? Go on, punch a hundred times, and when you have practiced the straight left, it will be enough to protect yourself."

……

Dean stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth and looked behind Ruster.

"Shadow" stood there, and according to the fighting knowledge shared by Dean, he swung his fists and feet so fast that they became afterimages.

There was a whirring sound in the air.

It has more tricks than Rust, it is not limited to boxing, nor is it restricted by fighting rules. It exercises all the skills of wrestling, boxing, Sanda, etc. mastered by Dean's lv1 fighting level, knees, elbows, each Every part can be used as a weapon, the movements are fast and fierce, and the moves are aimed at the vital points of the imaginary enemy's body.

Of course, replace it with a slightly larger open space outside.

Dean will directly order "Shadow" to use sharp objects such as knives or daggers for shooting training, and after buying a gun, he will train it to be an invisible shooter.

After practicing for 30 seconds, Yingfei returned to Dean's body, and waited for him to rest for 10 minutes to rest before descending again.

so repeatedly.

This is Dean's experience after calling many times.

It takes a lot of energy to exist for 5 minutes at a time, and you must rest for at least five hours to recover.

But if it is called intermittently, it lasts less than half a minute each time.

Then Dean only needs to rest for a quarter of an hour to heal some mental fatigue.

Dean did the calculations.

After this operation, the total summoning time per day will be doubled several times, the training will also change from one-time to continuous, and the efficiency will be greatly improved.

Of course, the ultimate tempering before going to bed at night is unshakable.

Dean was obsessed with the pleasure of being so tired that he passed out.

……

brush-

Shadow threw a punch.

Fist wind blows Ruster's cheek.

He let out a strange cry as if he was strongly stimulated.

And there was a smile on the corner of Dean's mouth, and a touching text appeared in front of his eyes——

Your continuous summoning and training have made Ying a little bit of progress.

Proficiency +1.
Shadow of the Past lv0 (1/100)
……

During the next few days at school during the day, Dean practiced "shadow" intermittently.

After school, I will guide Rust boxing, and at the same time consolidate my fighting foundation.

Before going to sleep, summon "Shadow" for ultimate tempering.

On the way, I followed Grace to her friend's studio.

It turned out that the camera could not observe the existence of "shadow".

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about borrowing a thermal imager to verify it next time.

In addition, he went to Ballroom Street several times to find Taim's whereabouts, but the other party disappeared and never appeared again.

Dean could only follow Taim's guidance and inner intuition, and hide like an ordinary person.

Observe what that so-called "darkness" really is.

Everything is developing steadily.

It is a little regretful that five days have passed since the last incident of Mona's disappearance, but the system has not launched a new incident for a long time. I don't know if the school is too peaceful and there are no endless troubles and dangers coming to the door.

……

Thursday.

Lunch break.

Having had a full meal, Dean came to the lawn in the front yard of the school, and suddenly noticed movement beside the white-painted lounge chair in the distance.

……

A lunch box rolled down under Britney's feet, and her dress was covered with yellow curry sauce, while Rust stood in front of her in a protective posture, but because she was half a head shorter than the woman, the picture was funny.

On the opposite side, a street girl in a leather jacket, black mesh stockings, a nose ring, and black eye shadow is holding the arm of a white man in a baseball shirt, and she is chewing gum provocatively with her chin raised.

"Why did you tease Britney? Apologize!" Last was like a cat with fur.

"I'm fine, Ruster, let's go." Britney tugged at Ruster's clothes behind her, but she couldn't pull it no matter how hard she tried.

The girl on the street spit out the chewing gum at the feet of the two with a "bah", and gave her boyfriend a look.

The baseball man stepped forward angrily, grabbed Ruster's lapel, and almost spat in his face.

boom!
Ruster punched decisively.

The baseball man let go of his hand with an ouch, and a bloody fist mark appeared on the left side of his face.

Last withdrew his left fist, folded his chest and abdomen, his arms were in front of his body, and his feet hopped like a kangaroo.

"Fake squid!"

The woman let out a piercing scream, rushed over and slapped her across the face.

But the platform shoes under her feet tripped strangely in the air, and she wrestled in place on the spot, face down, and ate a mouthful of grass and mud.

The baseball man roared and kicked at Ruster's lower abdomen, Ruster sharply dodged sideways, and hit the man's eye socket with another neat left straight punch.

With panda eyes on his face, the man swayed, and then covered his neck with his hands, opened his mouth wide, opened and closed his nose, and took a deep breath.

But he couldn't breathe, he hesitated and couldn't make a sound, his face was distorted in fright, turning blue.

About to suffocate!

bang bang.

Last's left fist rained down on the man's face, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he sat back and fell to the ground.

The man's chest rose and fell, and he finally breathed in the fresh air, and his tensed cheeks were relieved.

He pointed at Ruster and yelled in terror,

"Witchcraft, this guy does witchcraft, it takes my breath away!"

After shouting, he took the street girls and fled in a hurry.

The audience on the sidelines commented in surprise,

"Cool, when did this little guy fight so well?"

"He is inseparable from that man, he must have learned Chinese kong-fu!"

……

"Are you all right, where did you get hurt?" Britney looked at Ruster's face with concern.

Last shook his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, why didn't that guy dodge the punch?
"Don't be so busy kissing me, it's time to go." Dean came over, patted his friend on the shoulder, and recalled the attempt just now.

The "shadow" turned into mist and got into the man's mouth and nose, blocking his airway and almost suffocating him to death.

But when Dean ordered the shadow to continue to penetrate into the man's head and torso through the nasal cavity and mouth, it was blocked by an indestructible invisible barrier and could not go any further.

Why is this?

"Is it impossible for a ghost to completely enter a living person's body? What is that invisible barrier?"

He couldn't figure it out for the time being.

"In short, using a shadow to block the mouth and nose to kill people will not leave any traces of the crime, and kill people invisible. This technique is called ghost killing."

……

After a small episode, the three stopped by the school gate.

A group of people crowded outside the gate.

Twenty or so baseball players in baseball shirts, as well as the bald, slightly fat Coach Tom, and Principal Ulysses, surrounded a tall middle-aged man with a straight back in a black trench coat in the center.

The man possesses the sophistication and composure of a business elite.

There is sadness in the round face, the deep nasolabial folds beside the hooked nose, and the bloodshot eyes make him look very tired,
The baseball players squeezed desperately in front of the man, with respect and flattery shining in their eyes.

"What kind of big man is this? Those guys are about to kneel down to him." Dean asked.

"This is James Lowe." Luster took a deep breath and became inexplicably nervous, "Bob Lowe's father!"

……

"Coach Tom, Principal Ulysses, and all the young people on the baseball team. Finally, on behalf of Bob, I would like to say thank you. I will always remember your care for him in the past, and I will do my best to repay him in the future. Of course, I hope that everyone will arrive at the church on time this Sunday morning to see him off for the last time."

"Haven't the murderer been caught yet? Bob is going to be buried soon?" Not far away, Dean lowered his voice and whispered to Ruster,

"You can't just leave the dead body there all the time, can you?" Lust replied subconsciously, "Las Vegas is so hot, the dead body can't be kept in the freezer for too long, or it will stink."

……

"Usually in the baseball team, Bob takes care of everyone meticulously like a brother. Everyone is very sad when he leaves suddenly. As long as you can help catch the murderer, you just ask."

Negro lad Wazell spit on his promise.

James squeezed his shoulder gratefully.

As soon as he turned around, the headmaster held his right hand tightly with both hands, his expression sighed, his eyes flushed, as if he was the one who killed his son,
"Student Bob has always been the ace of the baseball team, everyone's pride... a rising star of tomorrow... No one expected this kind of tragedy to happen...Mr. James, you have to watch for him. Please take care of yourself. To be too sad."

James sighed, his face even more sad.

"Everyone, please allow me to excuse me. I have to go back to deal with his funeral. See you on Sunday."

The man turned and walked towards the school gate, but after a few steps, he caught sight of Dean and the others who were watching not far away. He paused and walked straight towards them.

A tall shadow enveloped the three of them.

"Last?"

"It's me, Mr. James." Ruster tensed his body, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and shook the man's hand.

He had never been so close to such a majestic figure.

The cold and thick palm, full of oppressive force, made his knuckles ache.

A full five seconds.

James Lowe had complicated eyes and laughed at himself,
"I've heard everything about the party. I'm all for your criticism of Bob. I'm sorry for what he's done in the past, for the hurt he's done to you. But please forgive Bob and don't let He walks away with whatever iniquity he has."

"I'm usually busy with work, and I was still dealing with business in Los Angeles on his birthday last Saturday, so I couldn't be there to congratulate him in person. I neglected to discipline him, which made his character so bad."

"Rast, I sincerely apologize to you on his behalf."

"It's all over." Rust shook his head subconsciously, "I've already forgiven him."

"Thank you for your tolerance...May God bless you."

James Low smiled gratefully, turned and left.

……

"Did I hear correctly just now? A dignified casino tycoon with assets worth hundreds of millions, actually apologized to me, an ordinary middle school student?" Rust looked as if he had just woken up from a dream, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

This kind of thing is enough to brag about for ten years.

"If he sincerely apologized, why didn't he invite you to the church to attend Bob's funeral? Instead, I think you should be more careful. This guy is duplicity and has deep scheming."

Dean stared at the man's receding back.

Muttering ghost strangle, silent, james...

For a moment, there was a cold light in his eyes, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

Britney let out an "ah" in shock.

And Rust shook his head indifferently, persuading,

"Dude, don't think too much about it. How can a billionaire waste his time with little people like us? You can't treat him like a pervert and a bad guy just because he has a relationship with Bob."

"Well, maybe you're right?"

……

James Lowe left Nevada High School alive, surrounded by three armed bodyguards in black suits and sitting in his Cadillac in the parking lot.

James leaned back on the leather sofa, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved rapidly.

When the car got on the road, the driver wearing a peaked cap spoke with a strong Italian accent.

"Boss, I have found everyone... Retired soldiers from other places participated in the war a few years ago. They are physically disabled and have post-traumatic sequelae. They can't work normally. The family needs money. As long as they give money, they are willing to accept it." any job."

"But are you sure you want to do this?"

James Lowe clenched his fists suddenly and opened his eyes. His face was gloomy and watery, but his eyes were full of anger, like a volcano that was about to erupt and melt everything.

"I had nightmares for several nights in a row."

"There is a party outside the villa, playing music, dancing, drinking..."

"Bob was lying in a pool of cold blood and couldn't close his eyes. No one reached out to help him from the beginning to the end."

"My only son is gone, his blood cannot be shed in vain!"

"Got it, Memorial Day, you'll see a satisfactory result."

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