Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 289 279. Kill yourself?

The bright moonlight fell on the road through the gaps between the trees. Steve and the four people who had narrowly escaped death hurriedly jumped out of the red sports car.

"Oh God, we survived! Haha!" Golan excitedly hugged his girlfriend and spun around in a circle, "It's so exciting!"

Steve helped the pale and trembling girl to the banyan tree and touched her forehead with concern, "Are you injured somewhere, Nancy?"

The latter shook his head, "I'm fine, how about you?"

"I'm not injured, it's just that the car was totaled... It was a birthday gift from my dad." Steve frowned in pain, and walked towards Dean with admiration, "Jesus Christ, those few shots you just made He's even better than James Bond. He's so handsome! You saved my life. From now on, I'll just hang out with you in Hawkins! But now please let me beat up this disgusting murderer first. A meal!”

Steve opened the trunk and took out a baseball bat. He clenched his hands and rushed towards the murderer angrily. But when he saw the other person's face clearly, the stick dropped, and he opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded.

"Wadefa?!"

Katherine, Jonathan, and Barbara in the Dodge car behind also rushed over to greet their companions, and then their eyes couldn't help but turn to the murderer's face that looked empty and soulless. The shock in his heart temporarily suppressed the panic of being attacked. ,
  "They look so similar, everyone, are my eyes dazzled?"

"No, this mouth and nose, even if the president comes, I have to say that he is exactly the same as Marcus, except that his face has much more wrinkles."

Catherine realized that she had discovered a shocking news, and she had already prepared a title in her mind - Shocking! The Hawkins murderer actually had the same face as his victim! She couldn't help but take out her notebook and write down notes.

"Why did he attack us? I haven't even seen him."

"Who knows? But why was he motionless after being shot so many times, his eyes unfocused like a blind man?"

"I injured him hard, and he can't move for the time being." Dean took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, then pulled up his left sleeve and found a large "swastika" tattooed on his inner wrist. This guy was also close to the same height. One meter nine, consistent with the information Dean had drawn from his memory.

Everything proved that the man in front of him was the murderer who sneaked into the woods last Friday night and brutally killed Makuri Rowland and his girlfriend Samantha!
  The investigation progress has also jumped to [-]%.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have a badge on him.

Not in the body either.

"Everyone, does Marcus have a relative who looks exactly like him?"

Golan took a deep breath and shook his head, "I grew up with him. Since I can remember, he lived with his parents. Thanksgiving and Christmas were all spent as a family of three. He never had any relatives or relatives to visit. But this guy is ten times more similar to Marcus than his father. After Marcus develops for more than ten years, he might become like this."

"How is it possible? The real Marcus is lying in the morgue and it was already very cold last Friday." Hala quickly retorted, then carefully looked closer at the murderer's wrist, "Marcus doesn't have this tattoo on his wrist either! "

"Wait a minute, Detective, check the back of his neck. Are there any birthmarks?" Steve suddenly spoke nervously.

Dean took off the murderer's hood and pulled it down, revealing a large piece of skin, "There are two moles, one of which is star-shaped and about the size of a fingernail."

"Shet!" Steve stamped his foot fiercely, "Marcus also has two moles like these!"

Dean's eyelids twitched, "Are you sure?"

Steve nodded heavily,
  "Absolutely!" Golan's expression became very subtle, and every freckle was filled with huge fear. "The three of us often take a shower together after playing basketball at school. I have seen this birthmark countless times. Even if I am blind, Even if you have one eye, you won’t be mistaken.”

"According to what you said, this guy looks the same as Marcus except that he is older and has the same birthmark on his body. Could it be that he is Marcus?" Jonathan forcibly looked away from Steve and Nancy who were close together. He pulled back and rubbed his hair vigorously, "Then who was killed last Friday?"

"Who is the real Marcus, or are both real and Marcus killed himself?"

A series of maddening questions came to light.

A faint cold wind whizzed past, like the caress of a banshee, making everyone shiver uncontrollably and causing goosebumps to appear on their skin.

And Dean was wondering whether this strange phenomenon was related to the badge, and his temples suddenly began to beat.

An unpleasant premonition surged in his heart again. He glanced towards the dark woods beside the road, and then hit Marcus, who was kneeling, with the butt of his gun and knocked him unconscious. "Be careful, everyone, come closer!"

Everyone, who was dizzy with unanswerable questions, instinctively obeyed his orders, hid behind him, raised their flashlights, and nervously shone their light into the surrounding dark woods.

The sound of footsteps trampling on the snow and breaking dead branches was heard, and the flashlight illuminated another dark shadow in the forest on the left.

He was not tall, about [-] meters tall. He was wearing a green down jacket and jeans. He had a rough round face covered with freckles, small eyes, and the outline of his facial features looked very familiar to a group of people.

But his eyes were shining with a wolf-like ferocity, and he was holding a dark and heavy chainsaw in his hands, obviously with evil intentions.

Steve raised his baseball bat in front of Nancy, then turned to look at his good brother next to him, "Golan, who is this guy? Why does he look exactly like you? Do you have a biological uncle?"

"Damn uncle, I don't know him!" Golan took two steps back unconsciously, "Run, he is coming!"

The middle-aged version of Golan yanked the chainsaw's starting cord.

Zhizhi...zhizhi, the saw blade rotated and made bursts of piercing noises. Everyone was frightened and their faces turned pale. The man held the electric saw in both hands and rushed over.

Boom!

Dean raised his gun and fired repeatedly. Several bloody holes burst out on the man's body and he fell forward. The chainsaw in his arms fell to the ground and rebounded, and the rotating saw teeth cut him in the front of the face.

Tear--

Amidst the scalp-numbing sound of mechanical cutting, blood, broken bones and brains splashed half a meter into the air like a fountain, and then fell to the ground to form a pool of blood.

The man's upper body was cut in half by a chainsaw and fell to the ground face to face. When the moonlight shone, the red and black internal organs were boiling with steam, like a pot of hodgepodge.

Ugh...

The two girls, Barbara and Hala, held their stomachs and vomited out the curry rice they had eaten before. But then a more dramatic scene happened in front of them - the horrific mutilated corpses, internal organs, and electric saws suddenly appeared. It was like being sucked into another time and space, and completely faded into the air in less than a second, leaving no trace.

Even the blood on the ground was gone, as if the thugs holding chainsaws had never appeared before.

At the same time, "Marcus" who was originally in the crowd and was knocked unconscious by Dean also quietly disappeared.

Only the icy night wind blew the snowy branches and bushes.

A group of high school students swallowed their saliva and fell into a daze.

Dean frowned slightly. Could it be that these two attackers were illusions?
  No, both of them were clearly boiling with the light of life, and they were genuine living people.

blah blah blah…

Dean didn't want to think too much. There was another rush of footsteps behind him, and a shapely figure rushed out from [-] meters away. He was wearing a large and elegant navy blue windbreaker, with retro comb hair and thick eyebrows. His eyes and appearance were handsome, but he was so familiar that everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Isn't this Steve? Even you are here to join in the fun!" Golan looked at his friends next to him with a strange look on his face.

"What the hell, idiot! Aren't I standing here? That guy is not me!" Steve rubbed his eyes vigorously, and saw the mature version of himself opposite him shaking his wrist, turning the baseball bat in a circle, and rushed away come over.

"Stand here and don't move."

Dean's warning sound made everyone's hearts tremble, and then the strong wind blew in their faces. They squinted their eyes, and the second they opened their eyes, Steve was pushed to the ground, like a small animal pushed down by humans. There is no resistance.

Dean stared into Steve's eyes with burning eyes and asked, "Talk? Who are you and what do you want to do? Tell me and I will spare your life."

Steve seemed not to have seen him, stretching his neck as hard as he could, and looking at the group of high school students behind Dean with his bulging eyeballs, filled with a strange desire and murderous intention, and opened and closed his mouth mechanically to repeat, "Kill... Kill Steve...kill him..."

Click.

Dean snapped his neck. You killed Steve, proficiency +1, fighting level 4 (492/500)

The corpse turned into a burst of green light and dispersed.

……

But this change is just the beginning,
  There was a burst of strange noise among the students, and a petite figure fell out of thin air above Nancy's head, using inertia to push her to the ground. He raised the sharp dagger in his hand high, the cold light on the blade shone, and another cheekbone bulge was reflected. The face is thin, but very similar to Nancy's.

The dagger in her hand fell down like lightning, and stabbed Nancy's fragile neck hard as she screamed.

But there was no blood or screams. An invisible shield of telepathy protected Nancy's vitals. Instead, the figure who wielded the knife to sneak attack was violently bounced away, like a football being shot out across the night sky. Thirty meters away, he hit the trunk of a pine tree in the distance. The branches, leaves and snowflakes trembled and exploded into a piece of flesh and blood, turning into blue light and annihilated.

Dean, who teleported over, retracted his kicked left foot, and a prompt flashed before his eyes - you killed Nancy, proficiency +1, fighting level 4 (493/500).

At this time, Jonathan and Steve couldn't wait to help their sweetheart up, asking eagerly, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Nancy's frightened deer-like red eyes glanced at the two boys. She did not choose to lean on any shoulder, but rushed into the arms of her good sister Barbara, shaking her head, "I'm not hurt, but what happened just now?" What happened? Where did that guy come from? "

"I saw it, she fell from the sky," Catherine pointed at the top of her head with her pen. A group of people looked over at the same time, but only saw a few stars in the night sky. "

"Everyone, why do so many 'us' appear and attack for no reason, with guns, daggers, and baseball bats? Am I having a nightmare?" Golan shouted, slapped himself in the face, and then He whined loudly, and a red slap mark appeared on his freckled face.

Everyone's heart sank when they saw this.

Everything is real, the bizarre and unexplainable phenomenon tonight is real.

The young high school student had never experienced such an unscientific incident. For a moment, he stood there and stiffened, his green face showing confusion.

But Dean remained vigilant, and the faint uneasiness in his heart was not over yet.

Sure enough, another attacker immediately emerged from the woods on both sides.

This time it was no longer one, but a group of people appeared at the same time, standing in the faces of Jonathan, Steve, Nancy...several students, but they all looked older than them. Their eyes were full of anger and they repeated " The words "killing", armed with various murderous weapons, swept in from all directions, and countless rushing footsteps and murmurs gathered in the woods, like the tide breaking a bank.

And Dean observed that even the same Jonathan dressed differently and showed different ages. Some had black hair in a trench coat in his youth, and some had gray hair in a suit in his old age.

They are like future killers from different time and space!
  But judging from the strength of their lives, they are just a group of ordinary people. They can't break through the natural defense of Dean's skin even with all their strength, and there is no threat at all.

"Let's go to the Dodge, let's drive out of this damn place!" Dean motioned to the frightened people to follow him. He walked in front and released a life shield to cover himself, while the "shadow" was suspended above everyone's heads. In mid-air, seven mental shields were opened, protecting their bodies silently.

Dean casually shot two of Steve's heads, but there was no hint of proficiency. The shooting was upgraded to lv5. Killing ordinary people could no longer improve the skill.

"We can't run away, there are too many 'clones'!" Golan looked around at the horrifying scene of people around him. The faces of these people were exactly the same as his own and his friends. They seemed to be standing in a mirror maze, facing countless smooth blocks. The mirror keeps shining, and endless double images appear.

His eyes were red, and he could hardly tell the difference between reality and illusion.

The others were not much better, with livid faces and air-conditioning, mechanically following Dean's steps.

"Don't be afraid, just follow me," Dean repeated, grabbing Steve's baseball bat. "I'll make sure you're all safe."

The group of people rushed to the Dodge car behind.

There was a cold light in the space in front, and seven or eight Jonathans surrounded them at the same time. The dog-leg knives and baseball bats in their hands made a whirring sound, and they hit people, either disemboweling them or poking bloody holes.

But their movements were as slow as a snail to Dean.

A flash of silver light flashed in mid-air. Dean spun on his toes and swung the baseball bat horizontally in his hand.

Bang bang bang!
  Like smashing an apple with a hammer, the seven heads lined up in a row exploded, and even the bones were smashed into pieces by the huge force. The flesh and blood flew into the air. Before they could hit the ground, seven more heads followed. The head and body disappeared into the air together.

Proficiency +7.

Dean didn't have time to read the prompts. After finishing Jonathan, the sky above the team's side opened strangely, and a dozen giant Barbara weighing more than two hundred pounds fell like dumplings, pressing down on everyone's heads like a mountain of meat.

Dean jumped up, kicked away the bunch of Barbaras, and then fell to the back of the team. The life energy formed a fan-shaped shock wave and knocked away the other eight Halas who were shooting at him with pistols, and then entered their bodies again. Explodes, shattering it into crumbs.

Then Dean sprinted to the left and launched a fierce attack on dozens of Steves. The baseball bat in his hand danced, turning into a human meat grinder and rushing through countless clones, instantly crushing countless flesh like a sharp knife. The scissors cut through wool as easily and comfortably.

The blood of the killers splashed in the night sky, hissed, turned into blue light and disappeared. They could not recover until they died.

……

Surrounded in the center, Steve, Jonathan and the group could only see afterimages sprinting and jumping around them.

It was as if there were several Deans protecting them at the same time, and this group of strange killers like replicas were as fragile as sheep. They exploded one after another, but they were endless. One group died, and another group came out of the woods. They even swooped down from the sky in an endless stream, unafraid of pain and death.

But with Dean's persistence, everyone finally made it to the Dodge car smoothly.

"Hurry in..." Catherine pushed the children into the car one by one, and finally got into the driver's seat. Dean got into the passenger seat, closed the door hard, and snapped his fingers, no longer hiding his strength.

Invisible ripples spread around him, and the abyss of fantasy descends.

The power of the phantom snake enveloped a ten-meter radius. The group of killers who had been frantically surrounding the car were frozen in place and allowed the Dodge car to drive away quickly.

The "shadow" then flew out of the car window, its limbs curled up, and then suddenly separated——

zizi…

Vast silver-white electric light radiated along his body and completely illuminated the dark night sky. The electric current converged into countless sharp silver harpoons, penetrating all the killers who were immobilized by the illusion.

In the trembling, burning, dancing firelight and thick smoke, hundreds of figures exploded into gorgeous fireworks and disappeared into the air, and the forest returned to silence.

Shadow has absorbed a large amount of soul essence, level 3 (136→300/400).

……

There were bursts of relief in the Dodge, and everyone who had been in a panic suddenly came back to their senses.

"God bless us, we actually escaped. You are really a superman, Dean. You must teach me how to handle when you have the chance!" Steve, who was squeezed in the back row, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was surprised to see Dean in the front row. There wasn't a drop of sweat or blood on An's body. "Where are we going next? To the police station?"

"No." Barbara hugged Nancy who was sitting in her arms tightly and analyzed calmly, "How can we explain to the police when we go to the police station? A group of people who look exactly like us attacked us? We have no evidence. You will most likely be regarded as a lunatic, forced to see a psychiatrist, or even sent to a mental hospital!"

"Whether you say it or not, I'm going crazy!" Golan huddled with his girlfriend, his wide-eyed eyes full of bloodshot eyes. "A group of middle-aged and elderly versions of us want to kill us. What do they want to do? After killing us Take over our home and parents?”

"Calm down, don't cry like a child!" Jonathan punched Golan in the chest and looked at Dean, "Man, please come up with an idea. Where to go? We need to discuss it carefully and figure out what to do. Cross-examination and the ensuing crisis.”

Dean's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Steve suggested, "Why don't you go to my house? My parents are not here during this time, and the house is big enough to accommodate everyone. When you get there, you can call your parents!"

Everyone exchanged a look, and no one objected.

Dean looked at Catherine who was driving and nodded, "Okay, let's go to Steve's house. I have to rest first and calm down."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the admiring looks of a group of high school students around him. He glanced at the [-]% progress of "Hawkins Murder Case" and couldn't wait to sink into the system.

(End of this chapter)