Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 53 53. Alexandre Raphael

Red Maple Avenue.

The setting sun fell into the horizon, and a layer of orange-red sunset glow bloomed on the horizon, and dusk embraced the empty long street and the two-story buildings beside the street.

In front of the door of Room 369,

Dean and Alvin moved in and out of the purchased supplies from the car into the living room:

More than a dozen barrels of three liters of gasoline, a pile of lighters, two sets of dark blue padded jackets, a fully charged bright searchlight, a high-power tape recorder with a loudspeaker, plus a disco tape that makes people excited.

There are also four toy water guns, but the ammunition is replaced by "gasoline" instead of water.

A box of tracer bombs, loaded into M1911A1, only needs one round to detonate a gasoline barrel, which is more efficient than .45acp.

Total cost over $700.

In the end, the two carefully checked the candles, incense burner, and sage needed for the ceremony, and changed into thick cotton jackets.

……

"Dean, don't wait for Holden to come back and act together?" Alvin carried a bucket of gasoline and poured a light yellow circle along the edge of the living room,
"That guy is not interested in joining our 'Halloween Party', don't wait for him." Dean circled the kitchen with another bucket, "Are you mentally prepared?"

"If the psychic ritual is successful in summoning the ghost of Alexander, it may attack us."

Hearing this, Alvin relaxed his tense face, stretched out his hand to stroke his oily short and medium hair, and grinned to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"I don't have a few days to live, it doesn't matter if I go to see God sooner"

"You are so young, and you didn't go to college to get married and have children. You don't want to take this risk for me, a dying person."

Hearing this, Dean's body under the thick padded jacket stiffened, and two voices appeared in his heart.

Reason urged him to turn and leave, fleeing from the terrible evil spirit.

But the heart kept him going.

Things have developed to this point, the investigation progress is 60.00%, and they have done all the preparations to deal with the evil spirits.

If he is still timid, does not take any risks, and has no courage, then he might as well be an ordinary person in the future.

"I've made a decision."

"Dude, I'm still alive after tonight, and I swear I'll go back to Compton immediately and help you testify against the scum of the Blood Gang."

"Don't say if, I will try my best to keep everyone alive."

Soon, the two poured a circle of gasoline on all the rooms on the first and second floors, and scattered the remaining dozen or so barrels of gasoline in every corner.

The air was filled with the pungent gasoline smell.

You only need to throw a match into the gasoline to create a fire, turning the small wooden building into a sea of ​​flames, and all the people and ghosts in the house are burned into coke!
The whole house has become a "trap" specially made for ghosts.

Dean nodded in satisfaction, and stuffed a tape into the tape recorder for testing, followed by the cheerful and dynamic melody of the famous disco song Polama Blanca.

He took a deep breath and reached out to Alvin.

A slender, healthy and young hand, a lifeless hand covered with dead skin and calluses,
Take a heavy grip.

"Man, let's fight together tonight!"

"Now let's practice it a few times."

……

Time flies by.

The night falls and the moon rises.

Dean and Alvin drew the curtains, closed the windows and doors, and let darkness fill the living room.

Come to the tea table with the soul divination board.

Light a row of candles, and the smoke from burning sage in the incense burner is lingering and long in the candlelight.

The elegant fragrance makes people unconsciously relax the body.

Dean turned around again to check the left and right sides, the torch, tape recorder, searchlight... placed under the sofa and coffee table, within reach.

A Colt loaded with tracer rounds was holstered under the asbestos coat armpit.

There is a water gun filled with gasoline in the back of the waist, and several lighters in the pocket.

Everything is ready.

Dean got up and placed the Ouija board between his and Alvin's knees.

Then he grasped the teardrop-shaped shaman with his right hand, pointed the sharp point at his left index finger and pulled it lightly, a long and thin blood hole opened in the skin, and blood gushed out.

He hung his bloody fingers on the Ouija board, letting the dripping blood stain the writing.

The black shadow on the wall stretched out its right hand at the same time, like a man in black robe performing a mysterious ceremony.

In ten seconds, the Ouija board made of sandalwood sucked all the blood,

A circle of faint red light floated around the handwriting that was originally as pale as ashes.

Dean gritted his teeth and pressed the injured left index finger together with the plank.

So is Alvin.

The two took a deep breath, relaxed their bodies, and cleared away distracting thoughts.

Slowly push the Ouija board around the Ouija board.

In the regular, soft sizzle sound.

Dean's voice sounded.

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul is approaching, we call you."

The shackles swivel.

Dean's unhurried voice echoed in the claustrophobic hall,

"Now I'm going to start divination. Please listen to my words, the good spirits wandering in this house."

"Dear Elder, Alexandre Raphael, is your soul near us?"

The shackles turned and turned.

Dean and Alvin pricked up their ears.

Swah——

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blows from the small altar, blowing the smoke from burning candles and sage.

The two of them sat up straight like an electric shock.

The strange force nailed the plank in place against the direction of their fingers.

A tingling coolness climbed up the backs of their hands along the contact points between the planks and fingers, and went all the way up the arms.

It felt as if there were cold fingers crawling along their skin.

The stimulation made the two of them tremble, and tacitly withdrew the strength from their hands, making the plank still.

Something is coming!
Another wild force surged out of the dark void, pushing the plank and began to accelerate again, far faster than they had pushed before.

The blood-stained slabs moved dizzily back and forth between letters and numbers.

After five seconds, it stopped on a word——

"Yes."

Dean licked his dry lips, his heart thumped and thumped to his throat, and he took advantage of the opportunity to open the perspective of God.

But the 360-degree field of view with no blind spots only captures the darkness and emptiness of the living room.

The ghost's location could not be found.

It turns out that Dean can't see any ghosts other than Shadow.

A blush of excitement appeared on Alvin's wrinkled face, and he blinked at his companion.

continue!

"Master Alexander, may I ask you a few questions?"

zizi——

The Phantom Board automatically skimmed through several letters.

I, n, t, e, r, e, s, t, i, n, g
interesting?
"interesting."

Dean raised his eyebrows. What does this mean? Is it allowed?

But don't wait for him to speak.

Alvin asked impatiently,
"You, do you know Panon Garcia?"

zizi——

The plank moves.

"Yes."

"Do you know where he is?"

……

zizi——

The plank moved like a mischievous butterfly, and it took a long time this time.

"He was standing next to me."

This answer caught Alvin by surprise, and he looked around subconsciously.

You can't even see a ghost around, let alone a living person.

But in the next second, he realized something, as if struck by lightning, he opened his mouth and petrified.

Pannon was standing near the ghost Alexander, but they couldn't see it, so there was only one possibility—Pannon, like Alexander, became an invisible ghost!

"no no!"

Alvin's eyes were red, he clutched his chest, and gasped heavily.

"How did Panon die? He just disappeared!"

"He's missing!"

zizi——

The plank moves.

"he died."

In the cold rebuttal, Alvin let go of the jaw, and the whole person slumped back on the sofa as if he had lost his soul, his face was ashen.

Di quietly looked at his mourning companion without much surprise.

How can the living frequently enter the dreams of their loved ones?

"Master Alexander, can you make Panon manifest? Can we meet him?"

asked Dean, looking at the empty darkness.

Huhu——

A penetrating cold wind circled around the back of his neck, as if he was considering where to start.

But quickly fell back to the plank.

"Next question."

What does this mean?refuse to answer?

Being fooled again and again, Dean had an extremely uneasy illusion that Alexander's ghost was a cat hiding in the shadows, admiring the fear of the two mice.

Alvin's lips trembled, he pressed his fingers on the shackle again, and changed the question,

"How did Parnon die?"

"Zizi..."

The bright red plank was so fast that only afterimages could be seen, bringing a gust of wind to the dark corner, blowing the hair and corners of the two people's clothes, and it was almost impossible to open their eyes.

The surrounding curtains swelled like kites.

A large piece of white candle beside the table was blown into the air, hit the wall hard, and went out.

The light in the room dimmed.

An old, hoarse, rasp-like voice sounded suddenly,
"For a great experiment, I killed Panon!"

I killed Parnon!
This sentence seemed to contain magic power, echoing repeatedly in the living room.

The ground was full of dust, and the eardrums of the two people were numb.

Alexander killed Panon?
What Marlene Daly said quickly came to Dean's mind.

"Alexander has been improving psychic rituals, trying to control ghosts."

He was so heartbroken that he shot an autistic patient.

How can this be a warm and friendly psychic master? This is clearly a demon that is so crazy that he loses his humanity!

Show me your true face!

Gritting his teeth, Dean raised his hand and put the shackles over his left eye, looking across the glass.

In the blood-thick darkness, two figures were outlined.

Wearing black robes, standing side by side behind the sofa.

They are less than five meters away!

The person on the left was covered in black robes, and his face could not be seen.

But the right-handed old man, haggard like chicken feet with long nails hanging in front of his chest, his face exposed outside his robe was pale and bloodless, like a corpse.

The facial features are distorted and deformed, the two night-black eyeballs protrude frighteningly, and the big grinning mouth is covered with jagged black teeth.

The messy hair stood on end like steel needles.

His demeanor is completely different from the hale and hearty one in the photo, with a crazy and cold aura all over his body.

A palpitating and disgusting negative energy field radiates outward all the time.

He seemed to feel the gaze, and his dark eyes protruded from their sockets like chameleons, and turned to Dean.

As soon as Dean made eye contact with him, his head seemed to have been severely beaten, his eyes were black, his temples were tingling, and blood gushed out of his nose.

"You killed Panon? You killed my only relative, and you hid his body, pretending to be his disappearance?"

Alvin's cold voice called Dean's attention back, and he reached out and grabbed a torch,
ignite.

The flames rose.

The swaying firelight illuminates the surrounding space, and Alvin's pale and determined face.

"So two years ago, who solved your demon and turned you into a ghost?"

"Who killed me?"

"Ho ho!"

There was a sharp, strange laugh in the air. Amid the laughter, the whole house trembled like an earthquake, and a large amount of dust and sawdust fell from the ceiling.

"Who?!"

The floor squirmed like angry waves, and the two of them swayed back and forth like they were on surfboards.

"I also want to know, who killed me, I want to thank him very much, help me get rid of the weak, sick, ridiculous flesh and blood, and embrace eternity!"

The pitch-black eyes turned towards the two of them, and the vicious killing intent seemed to be substantive.

"Come on, two, join us, get rid of the shackles of the flesh, and embrace eternal life!"

Crazy laughter mixed with sobs echoed in the living room.

The cold wind hits our faces!

Dean decisively turned on the searchlight, and the strong light was directed at the location where the sound came from, piercing the darkness.

The radiance was so strong that those who were hiding behind the searchlight were stabbed to tears for an instant, and the evil wind stopped suddenly.

Dean endured the discomfort in his eyes, and quickly turned on the tape recorder with his left hand.

The music starts playing—

when the sun shines on the hills
sneak away at night
it's a brand new day

it's a brand new day

The energetic, dynamic and cheerful melody is like rays of sunshine, instantly dispelling the gloom and terror in the room.

The loud singing sound passed through the window and spread to the quiet street.

Suddenly, the house stopped shaking.

The strange smile of the old ghost disappeared without a trace.

The two seem to have suddenly entered a joyful dance party from a gloomy cemetery full of ghosts and where they can't see their fingers.

efficient!

Noise does weaken the ghost!
Dean and Alvin, who was holding a torch, looked at each other.

Lift the lens of the shackle to the eyes again to inspect the void, the next second.

Dean's eyes widened!
Alexander's pale, rotting, black-veined face was right in front of his nose—

A mouthful of black teeth was exposed, and the black hole-like mouth reached to the ears!

Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Hysterical screaming roundabout!
The glass windows on all sides, the cups and bowls in the cabinet, and the dinner plate burst into glass slag.

Invisible sound waves swept through the air, and Dean felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. He flew backwards and hit the wooden wall heavily.

Sliding against the wall like mud.

"Dean!"

Alvin yelled in horror, poured gasoline on the ground crazily with his left hand, held the torch tightly in his right hand and danced around in front of him.

boom!
An invisible force knocked the torch in his hand into the distance, burning tenaciously against the floor.

Immediately, an invisible black shadow grabbed him from behind.

Amidst the exclamation, Alvin was dragged in the air like a rag doll and flew up the corridor on the second floor and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)