Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 47 47. Trace Attic
The blockade of room 369 has been lifted, yesterday's blood has been cleaned up, and the hut has regained its tranquility, but the door that entered the house was torn to pieces by bullets and can no longer be closed.

When the two entered the house, they first opened all the curtains on the upper and lower floors, opened the windows for ventilation, and let the warm sunlight illuminate all the rooms and areas.

Dean put his hands on his waist, his eyes turned,
"This time we search together, you go to the second floor. By the way, does this house have a basement?"

"I don't remember it." Alvin shook his head firmly,
After dividing the work, Dean stayed on the first floor to search.

Here is a standard living room + kitchen structure.

Dean kept the "God's perspective" turned on, and every time he moved a certain distance, he observed everything within a five-meter range.

Front, back, left, right, ceiling above the head, wooden floor under the feet, and possible basements and secret compartments:
On the right side of the hall, black sofas, coffee tables, and TV sets are placed in sequence on the inside, and a square dining table and two chairs stand on the outside.

Next to the dining table stood a large cabinet full of cups and plates against the wall. The wooden knives and forks in the cabinet were strangely broken into two pieces.

The kitchen on the left is small and exquisite, complete with stove, cabinets, refrigerator and cupboard, but it has accumulated a thick layer of dust and hung with cobwebs.

It is in line with the situation that no one has lived in for five years in the old population.

While collecting information, Dean felt comprehension.

"God's perspective" is more detailed than observation with the naked eye, and there is no dead angle in 360 degrees.

Not even a fly perched on a chair, or a ball of string on the floor, can escape insight.

"That's right. In addition to cooperating with 'Shadow' to attack and assassinate through floors and obstacles, God's perspective can also be used to find clues at the scene of the crime."

Dean turned his gaze to the refrigerator.

The door of the refrigerator was violently torn down, and the interior was empty and could be used as a locker. In addition, the refrigerator was plugged in but not powered on.

The lights in the ceiling couldn't be turned on, a big hole was broken in the TV screen in the living room, and all electrical appliances didn't work properly.

The power to the entire house was shut off.

"Is it because the property and electricity bills have not been paid for a long time? But why hasn't the house been auctioned? Isn't it said that the property in the United States is bigger than God?"

"What kind of mark is this?"

Dean walked over to the table and found a crude symbol on one of the table legs—a circle of black swirls.

To him, it was like a meaningless doodle drawn with a black pencil by a child with ADHD.

Dean searched carefully again, and was surprised to find that similar symbols could be found on coffee tables, chairs, TV cabinets, and even wooden floors. Circle around, drawing so hard that the pencil lead broke inside...

Dean estimated that there are hundreds of similar symbols on the first floor?

"Alvin! There were children in this house?"

Dean called from the stairs to the second floor,

"Child? No!" Alvin's determined voice came down. "Didn't the neighbors say that Pannon has been living alone and is not married."

"What the hell! Can't these symbols be drawn by Panon himself?" Dean asked after thinking, "How old is your brother?"

"Same age as me, 48 years old."

"How long has he lived in this house? Oh, by the way, forget that you haven't been here for a long time, and you don't know?"

"Pannon and I grew up together in this house. Then I moved to Compton, Los Angeles. He lived alone for many years." Alvin walked down from the second floor with a depressed expression.

"What do these symbols mean?" Dean nodded, pointing to a black circle at his feet.

"Pannon drew it when he was a child, and he would draw it when he was nervous or in a bad mood."

"It's really him."

Dean was lost in thought.

Children are naughty and active, and it is normal for them to scribble a few symbols on the furniture.

But there are hundreds of symbols in this building, which is too many to be abnormal, which is enough to show that the painter has a psychological problem.

Think back to the information you gathered by visiting your neighbors earlier.

Parnon lives in seclusion and only goes out shopping in thick clothes once a week or two.

The children regarded him as a strange person, broke into the house to tease and bully him.

It's not like a normal adult.

"So, Panon has been different from ordinary people since he was a child?"

This idea came to Dean's mind, and the system was shocked, and the investigation progress jumped from 15.00% to [-]%.

This shows that my inference is correct?
But he didn't know how to ask Alvin for a while.

You can't ask others directly-is there something wrong with your own brother?

"Did you find anything on the first floor?" Alvin interrupted his thoughts.

"No, go to the second floor to have a look."

……

Three bedrooms and one bathroom on the second floor.

Alvin led Dean straight into the bedroom on the right. It was not a big place. There was a row of empty wardrobes standing on the wall with his left hand, but there was no clothes in it.

Dean guessed that most of the clothes should have been bought by the intruder for zero dollars.

The sunlight through the window illuminated a single bed in the center of the room, and the quilt and blanket were gone, leaving only a dirty mattress and bed frame.

"I used to live in this room."

Alvin didn't think it was dirty either. He sat down on the mattress and looked around with emotion in his eyes. It was obviously empty, but he grinned when he saw it.

"From birth to 12th grade, I lay on it every day...I didn't expect that after so many years, the decoration structure of this home has not changed at all, and Panon has kept it the same."

"I seem to have gone back in time."

Alvin touched the moisture in the corner of his eyes with emotion.

At this time, Dean picked up a football from a row of shelves by the window sill. He said it was a football, but at best it only had a black and white hard shell, and the gas inside had long been exhausted with the passage of time.

Alvin noticed his movement,

"When I was young, Parnon begged me to accompany him to play football on the lawn outside the house every day. Usually he kept the goal and I would shoot."

"You two have a good relationship?"

"Of course, we are twin brothers. We were both born on May 1932, 5. You know, he was born half an hour earlier than me... and then he became my elder brother riding on my head."

Alvin recalled with a smile on the corner of his mouth,

"We eat, live, and play together, almost inseparable. Sometimes, I even feel that there is a special telepathy between me and him. It sounds incredible. But I can guess what he is thinking by looking at his expression , so does he."

Then why didn't you sense his whereabouts?

Dean sighed and asked a cruel question.

"Since the relationship is so good, why haven't you visited him for so many years?"

As soon as this problem came out.

Alvin felt as if he had been hit by a body spell, the smile on his face froze and disappeared, his breathing stagnated, and then he tightly covered his upper right abdomen with his hands.

Shortness of breath, the nasolabial folds on the bridge of the nose trembling with the muscles, and his face was as pale as a black and white photo frozen by a camera.

"Shet! Dude, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

Dean helped him lie down on the mattress, taking care of and checking him in a hurry.

In less than a minute, Alvin returned to normal, his clothes were drenched in sweat, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

"I'm sorry, but I have a habit that happens several times a day. Dean, how about going to another room?"

Dean gave up his plan of persuasion. Alvin himself didn't care about his illness, so why should he talk too much as an outsider?
The two checked the rest of the room.

In the bathroom, Panon's bedroom, and the bedroom of the father of the two brothers, there are more circles of black line symbols than on the first floor.

"Besides your two brothers, your father also lives in this house?"

"Well, when I was in high school, our father, David, was sick and passed away, and it has been more than 20 years now."

"Sorry... so you brothers have been living together for a long time?"

Alvin nodded, stroking the bookshelf, with a complex expression on his face, both moved and incomprehensible.

Dean began to summarize the clues he had.

The brothers, Alvin and Panon, whose father died young, live together in this house.

Later, Alvin went to Los Angeles to develop, and Panon was alone in the old house.

For unknown reasons, the two brothers have not seen each other for a long time, at least ten years.

Panon has a weird personality and is not welcomed by the residents of the community. When he is in a bad mood, he likes to draw a lot of weird patterns at home.Extremely introverted, suspected of suffering from excessive obsessive-compulsive disorder or other mental illness?
Panon disappeared five years ago and never appeared in the community again.

"That's all for now."

Dean remembered it silently.

"Wait, this house has a loft?"

Dean looked up, and the always-on God's perspective found a narrow and dark space behind the right corner of the master bedroom ceiling.

It was hidden very well, between the ceiling and the beams, and if it hadn't been for Dean's special observation ability, he wouldn't have been able to find it for a month.

But there was no light inside, and it was too dark to see clearly.

"Wait, I don't remember any attic at home?" Alvin was full of surprise.

"Find a ladder and follow me to have a look."

……

After a quarter of an hour, Dean, who had exhausted his strength, pushed away a wooden board on the ceiling that fit perfectly with the surroundings, and entered the attic as he wished.

Narrow and cramped, only half the size of a bedroom.

There are no windows open, and it is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

The air was not circulating, and there was an extremely mild musty smell in the sweltering heat, and thick dust accumulated everywhere.

There was no sound, it was eerily quiet.

Both of them had an illusion.

In the depths of this darkness, hides a bloodthirsty demon with claws and claws, about to pounce and devour all intruders.

Dean held the Colt in one hand and shone it with the flashlight he had taken from the car in the other.

relieved.

There was only a large dark bed in the attic, and a pair of unlocked wooden storage boxes beside the bed.

The styles of both are full of age, like some kind of antiques and old objects.

"Dean, how did you do it, I lived in the house for years and didn't know there was a loft."

"I'm better at finding things." Dean explained casually.

Alvin's attention was firmly attracted by the dark bed in the center of the attic, two meters long and one meter wide, placed directly on the floor.

He approached obsessively, reached out and stroked the edge of the bed board, brushing away the dust, and the feeling of touching it was very strange.

It was cold and hard like cement, carved with some curved lines.

He murmured in a low voice, with a ghostly expression on his face, as if he had seen something extremely absurd and unbelievable.

I was so nervous that cold sweat ran down my face.

And Dean knocked on the bed, which seemed to be solid.

God's perspective looks inside, and you can't see anything without light.

He had no choice but to give up the bed, and walked towards the wooden box by the bed with the flashlight. The wooden box was reddish-brown as a whole and was as high as his knees.

When he reached out and touched it, there was a layer of dusty, warm fluff, as if he was touching a living animal!
Dean let go of his hand like an electric shock, and turned around the box. From the perspective of God, he found two strange wooden boards from the box, and a delicate and peculiar pattern was inlaid on the back of the box——

There is a palm-sized pale eye with a circle of pale eyelashes, like the pale sun radiating countless rays of light.

Dean was about to open it.

"Dean, Alvin, where are you guys?"

Holden's voice suddenly came from the attic, and it exploded in the hearts of the two of them like a thunderbolt.

As if waking up from a dream, Alvin staggered and quickly left the bed.

And Dean picked up the wooden box and climbed down the stairs.

(End of this chapter)