Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 79 80. Legends originate from reality, fairy tales cover up the truth

LVPD, Fifth Group Office.

"These things can't be made up now, right?" A group of well-fitting men in suits led by Karl looked at the files, recordings, and photos in dismay.

Dean shook his head,

"If you don't trust me, you should trust the credibility of Holden Ford."

"If you have any questions, you can always contact the Santa Monica Police Department for verification." Holden chimed in,
"How is this possible?" Carl looked at the photos of Kelly Scott's murder, and touched his shiny bald head in distress, "Santa Monica, Las Vegas, hundreds of miles, two months apart, There have been two cases of the same type, and the two murderers did not know each other, but both have conclusive evidence."

"An astonishing coincidence."

"Don't classify incomprehensible things as coincidences. It's the 'serial killer' behind them that connects the two of them together." After Dean and Holden looked at each other, they made their own set of scars hurt again—hypnosis ——The theory of the murderer's crime is explained in depth.

Several police officers couldn't help but sneered.

"Shut up!"

Carl tapped on the table, lost in thought.

"The files, photos, and recordings are not enough?" Holden asked, "Or do you have a case to work on?"

"Temporarily free. District Attorney Hines has already obtained sufficient evidence, and he has also picked out the jury members who are jealous." Kruger with thick black hair interjected, "Once the trial starts, Abby and her barrister Lu Kevill is doomed, at least 20 years in prison."

"That's it, listen to our arrangements and plans. Is there any loss?" Dean broke his fingers and looked at everyone sincerely, "Jack, Abby's parents, Bucky Fran's family, the three Keep an eye on it, five or six people are enough. If you catch the real culprit, your team will avoid a major mistake!"

"You think so too?" Karl looked at Holden carefully,

"At first, I thought this kid's hypothesis was purely idle fantasy, but under his strong insistence, we found this almost impossible criminal file."

"If he gets it right once, there will be a second time."

Holden glanced calmly over a group of detectives from the serious crime team, and spoke solemnly,

"I believe in him."

Hearing this, Carl stroked the stubby black stubble on his chin and fell into deep thought.
Dean held his breath and waited for the answer. If even a few policemen couldn't convince him, how could he deal with the real culprit!

"Holden, the FBI is usually 'annoying', but you are an exception. In the past six months, you have assisted the brothers in the bureau to solve many cases, and you have never let everyone down. Since you vouch for Dean, OK , trust you this time." Karl quickly made arrangements,
"Kruger, keep an eye on the bar owner Jack... Be sure to pay attention to whether there are suspicious people around him."

"Carol and Ann go south to protect Abby Clark's parents..."

"Moore and Chad are responsible for Bucky Fran's parents."

"Cheer up and don't expose yourself to embarrassment."

"Don't worry, boss."

The team members who received the task left quietly and orderly.

Dean gave Holden a grateful look, and things began to develop in the direction he expected, and the third line monitored the real culprit.

But this is a purely defensive strategy. Next, it is best to figure out which line the murderer will attack first!

"By the way, both of you," Carl put away the file, and suddenly mentioned, "The preliminary test results of that white sportswear came out, and it was covered with Abby's various biological samples, alcohol, moldy and spoiled food residues ,as well as…"

Carl paused, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"And what?" Dean asked impatiently,
"A very small amount, an unknown liquid. It doesn't belong to humans..." Carl pondered, "It doesn't belong to most animals either."

Dean's eyes lit up when he heard it, and an inspiration suddenly came to his mind, but he felt it was impossible.

"But it may also be some kind of complex chemical composition mixed in the trash can, which needs further testing, and it seems to have little impact on the case at present." Carl shook his head and smiled, "Dean, this time we have made a major breakthrough, I'll give you half a day off. Go and appease your classmates, they are all going crazy with anxiety."

"We are watching the case."

……

In the evening, dusk weaves a flame-like red sunset glow in the sky.

In the bedroom of Gretchen's house in Old Street, South District, Dean and a group of friends gathered again.

"Why don't you take me with you when you go to other places? Do you think women are troublesome?" Gretchen, with long hair braided into a shawl, sat cross-legged on the floor, her tight-fitting elastic pants and sports vest showed undulating curves.

But her eyes were not friendly, and Ruster, Baker, Britney, and Jenny hid far away, fearing that they would suffer disaster.

"Take a beautiful woman to San Quentin Prison?" Dean sniffed the faint fragrance in the hair of the girl beside him, looked into her sapphire eyes, and shook his head solemnly, "I can guarantee that those people who haven't seen each other in decades Hungry and thirsty prisoners of the opposite sex will tear down the iron bars and rush out to devour you alive!"

Gretchen pursed her lips, but the sharpness in her eyes lessened slightly.

Baker quietly gave Dean a thumbs up, changed into a suit, he became more handsome, and his mouth became sweeter.

"Have you seen Abby?" Dean asked.

Gretchen gritted her teeth and rubbed the sleeping golden retriever at her feet, "The condition is terrible, I lost ten pounds... A few female prisoners with tattoos stared at her with terrifying eyes all day long, threatening to tear her Bones, let her sleep well."

"When Abby first entered the detention center, the prison guards stripped her naked and checked her from the inside out." Britney blushed with anger, "It was a deliberate insult."

"That's the rule." Dean learned and sold, "to prevent prisoners from attacking others or committing suicide."

"Okay everyone, stop complaining, and get back to the topic, what did you find in San Quentin Prison?" Ruster looked at Dean calmly,
"Abby's case is not an isolated case. The process has a bit of metaphysics. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Don't underestimate people, we are not as good as cops in terms of professionalism, but we are young, quick thinking, and everyone brainstorms," ​​Gretchen pulled Radian's arm, "maybe it can help you find negligence!"

Dean pondered, glanced at the expectant eyes, told the abridged version of the case, and sternly warned everyone not to leak it.

"Sorry, this is so weird..." Rust shook his head, "I have to take care of it."

"My mind is muddled." Baker suppressed the smile in his heart, and his expression twisted. "But Charlotte Holmes will be confused when he is born again."

Dean looked at Gretchen and Britney with confusion,

"The story is as complicated as the Bible, and it hurts my brain to hear it." Jenny shook her dreadlocks and tapped Dean's chest twice, "I only remember three points, serial killer, Picking on children, hypnotizing...but I had some inspiration."

Dean made a posture of listening attentively, and the others came back to their senses and pricked up their ears.

"Before middle school, whenever I was disobedient and didn't sleep well, my grandmother would scare me like this..." Jenny clasped her hands into claws and put them on both sides of her chin, posing in the shape of a Tyrannosaurus rex, her mouth squeezed into an O shape, and her mouth was thick. He said in a low voice, "The black witch will lure the bad children into the forest, crush them, boil them into ointments and apply them all over the body, so as to keep them young forever."

Ruster nodded with lingering fear, "Gris has scared me like this before, but it's not the black witch, the gray fairy she said."

"My dad said the tooth fairy," Baker interjected.

A group discusses childhood shadows in full swing, leaving Abby behind.

Dean's face darkened.

The span of folklore stories is too large, so how can it be connected with serial killers?
But he thought about it.

The murderer is by no means a god, but it may not be a human being, but an evil existence.

It acts covertly and commits crimes under the covers.

It is cunning, and may have existed in the world for a long time, committing crimes beyond measure.

Even if these crimes are all blamed on innocent people, paper cannot contain the fire, and there will always be clues of its crimes left in the long history, forming obscure legends.

Like the Black Witch, the Gray Fairy, the Tooth Fairy...

For supernatural cases, you should let go of your imagination and don't miss any possibility!
"Jenny, did your grandmother know any other folklore stories besides black witches who frighten children?"

"You are asking the right person." Jenny said triumphantly, "Tribeca likes to collect all kinds of folklore stories...and record them. For more than 40 years, she has memorized several thick volumes. The first book, hundreds of stories, about America, Europe, and Cuba, are all her treasures."

Dean smiled slightly.
"Is your grandmother free now? I want to visit her and ask about something."

……

Jenny's home is on the outermost edge of Vegas, a shabby, shabby, and harsh neighborhood.

Under the dim street lights.

Dirty water and domestic garbage can be seen everywhere on the street, and punks wearing headscarves, dreadlocks, or tattoos are squatting in the corner, looking around with treacherous eyes.

"Everyone, we're here."

A group of people entered a low and old wooden house on the side of the road. The years have left mottled marks on the walls, ceiling, creaking stairs, warped or sunken wooden floors, and old furniture.

"Old guy, I'm back!" Jenny threw her schoolbag on the sofa and shouted.
"It's so early today?" An old woman wearing a green knitted sweater came out of the kitchen on the first floor and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked in her sixties, with a slightly out of shape figure and gray hair, but her face There are not many wrinkles on the upper body, and the back is not hunched, and the beauty of youth can be vaguely seen in the fair skin and facial features.

"Haha, my classmate is here as a guest!" Jenny rushed over and hugged the old man, kissed the old man heavily on the face, and turned around, "You have seen my boyfriend Baker, this is Gretchen, Ruster, Britney, Dee install."

"Good evening, Grandma Tribeca..." Everyone greeted warmly,

"Haha, children, have you all had dinner?" The old man greeted warmly with a loving smile, "I just cooked a pot of rice with beans, pork, and rice. Try it?"

"We've all had dinner." Dean declined with a smile, and asked instead, "I heard that you know a lot of folklore stories, and I want to ask questions about it."

The old man nodded in surprise,
"As long as you don't dislike me for being long-winded, I'm very welcome."

"That's it! Dean's with Tribeca, um, good luck, I've got corny ears hearing her corny stories. The others come upstairs with me to see my latest clothes." Without any explanation, Jenny grabbed Gretchen's arm and went upstairs.

"Little daredevil, you're still so frizzy now." The old man shook his head and sighed, and slowly tidied up the backpack on the sofa, and then handed Dean a bowl of greasy rice and a bowl of rice with half a piece of corn suspended in it. Asiaco soup.

The rice is fragrant and meaty, with distinct grains, green beans, red pork and carrots, and yellow corns, the embellishment is very gratifying, reminding Dean of his favorite braised glutinous rice with bacon in his previous life.

He had already eaten five beef burgers for dinner, and now that they were delicious, the glutton in Dean's stomach started to move around again, so he stopped being polite and munched.

The old man sat opposite, with gentle and loving eyes, as if looking at his own grandson.

"By the way, this is a gift for you."

"You have a heart."

The old man put the box in front of his nose and smelled it, took out one, and lit it. A hazy smoke filled the light, and the shallow wrinkles on his face seemed to tell a story of vicissitudes.

"Dean, those who are interested in folklore are generally very old. How could you pay attention to this information at such a young age?"

Dean took a sip of the vegetable soup, looked at the other party's deep eyes full of wisdom, thought for a while, and said calmly,
"I am a volunteer in LVPD, and I encountered a case, which was really unbelievable. So, I wanted to see if I could find inspiration to solve the case from folklore."

"Bold ideas, only young people are so creative." The old man's face showed a little more appreciation, and he put another spoonful of rice into Dean's half-empty bowl,
"I have to ask you a question first, do you believe that there are evil supernatural beings in the world?"

"Of course... I firmly believe in this. There are evil creatures in this world that cannot be explained by common sense and scientific knowledge," Dean said without thinking, "such as devils and a few ghosts."

"Evil few ghosts, you sound exactly like an old friend of mine named Marlene."

"Marlene Daly?" Dean thought of the psychic expert whom he and Alvin visited before dealing with the psychic-level ghost Alexander Raphael. Unfortunately, when he visited again later, the other party had already traveled far away.

"You know her?" Tribeca looked surprised,

"She is a true professional and has been a great help to me as a psychic."

"Have you ever seen that unscientific thing?" asked the old man,
Dean lowered his voice, "I'll tell you, I've seen it."

"Since you have seen the dark side of this world, I won't hide it anymore." Tribeca raised her head slightly and asked a strange question, "Do you think there is only one devil, or many?"

"There are many, and the evil in the world is endless." Dean said after deliberation.

"That's beautiful. Then how do I know that you are not one of them, and deliberately came here to take the life of an expert like me." Tribeca stubbed out the cigarette, put her hands on the table, and looked dignified.

Dean put down the spoon in astonishment, but noticed the smile on the corner of the old grandma's mouth, and made a gesture of reaching out for his pocket, "Do you want to check my driver's license?"

"Haha," Tribeca laughed happily, "the devil has no sense of humor, you have passed the verification. Now tell me, what is the case, and I will see if I can get something useful out of this stupid mind." information."

Dean described the two cases of Abby Clark and David Lee in detail, including the almost extinct details of the victims and murderers in David's case.

After hearing this, Tribeca frowned and stared at the dining table in thought for a long time. Under the dim light, the wrinkles on her face gradually unfolded.
"The two cases you just mentioned remind me of a terrible existence. Well, when you were a child, if you didn't obey and sleep well, your parents would tell you who would come to you?"

"Grandma Wolf... Big Bad Wolf... Human Trafficker..."

A trace of pity flashed in Tribeca's eyes, and she served him another spoonful of rice.

Dean shook his arm like a cramp to block the spoon the old man brought, "No, I really can't eat anymore!"

The old lady put the spoonful of rice back on the plate with a face of reluctance, and continued,

"When I was a kid, I heard from my grandmother that the Sleeping Fairy, El Cuco, would come and take away children who didn't obey. And when my grandmother was a kid, I heard that from her grandmother too."

"The legends are so passed down from generation to generation."

Sleeping Fairy?Dean ran the word over in his mind, but couldn't remember it.

The old man raised his head slightly, his rhythmic rhythm was like reciting poetry,

"Go to sleep, child, and sleep peacefully now, or the sleep fairy will come and eat you."

"But in fact, all ancient civilizations have always had a bad habit—"

"Use fairy tales and legends to cover up the cruel historical truth and hide the traces of evil creatures that cannot be explained by science!"

Dean's face straightened, he knew the important point was coming,

"In Cuba, when we use the story of the Sleeping Fairy to warn children, we say, 'Sleep, if you don't behave, El Cuco will catch you and eat you'."

"But we should warn the children like this—" Deep fear and disgust appeared in the wise eyes of the old man, "'It doesn't matter whether you listen or not, because the Sleeping Fairy can catch whoever he wants!'"

Capture whoever you want!

call--

The curtains shake.

A gust of night wind blew in from the kitchen window, and Dean felt a chill running down his back. How did a good fairy tale turn into a horror story?
"You specifically mentioned the Sleeping Fairy. Do you think it is this legendary monster who committed these two crimes?"

"Listen to me, the Sleeping Fairy is not just a legend."

Tribeca glanced at the second floor, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued in a low voice,
"No child chosen by the Sleeping Fairy can escape its claws, for it can transform into whoever it wants, marked by a crescent scar, and puts the chosen one into a coma before and after committing crimes."

"The Sleeping Fairy hunts, assigns blame, and hides through the ability to transform into real ones."

Marked, lethargic, deformed?

Dean was shocked as if struck by lightning——

Sleeping fairies transforming, hunting children?
It's not hypnosis?

Transformation was the first possibility he ruled out. He subconsciously believed that transformation could not change the dna and blood as well!

Tribeca's expression was so serious that two nasolabial folds appeared on his face, explaining his doubts in his heart, "This kind of deformation is not just putting on a layer of skin, growing taller or shorter, but from the inside out, A change in the nature of life."

"Changes in the essence of life?" Dean carefully verified, "You mean, the transformation of Sleeping Fairy, the appearance and DNA change at the same time?"

"DNA, is modern science's explanation of the essence of life?" Tribeca nodded, "Then I think it is. Its deformation cannot be distinguished by scientific means."

Dean's throat squirmed and he swallowed.

"Wait a minute, I have to sort it out."

Tribeca smiled thoughtfully,
"Think slowly. I can understand how you feel. Nowadays, many people don't accept things that they don't understand, and classify them as coincidences or superstitions. If you don't accept the existence of Sleeping Fairy, treat it as a Boring horror stories."

"No, I believe it! I have seen similar existences, but I have to think about it. Sleeping fairy, shape-shifting, and even DNA can deceive."

Dean was fascinated by the rose-colored chandelier on the ceiling, his breath was short, and a lot of vague information in his mind was entangled and mixed, and quickly became organized and arranged into a timeline, a logical chain!
It finally makes sense!

His original inference about hypnotizing Abby to commit the crime was wrong, so the progress of the system has changed very little.

The crescent-shaped scar is not used to hypnotize the murderer at all and let them commit crimes!
Rather, it is used by the Sleeping Fairy to mark the Chosen One.

After marking, Sleeping Fairy will transform into the chosen one from inside to outside at a certain time in the future. Using this new identity, he will personally hunt and eat a child.

In Santa Monica, David Lee was scarred and haplessly chosen.

On July 7, Sleeping Fairy, despite his identity and appearance, killed Kelly Scott and re-tagged Abby Clark that night.

On September 9th, Sleeping Fairy put on the special three-stripe Adidas bought in Santa Monica, came to Las Vegas, transformed into Abby, killed Bucky Fran, and re-marked the bar owner that night Jack.

With this analysis, one of Dean's previous doubts about sportswear was also answered—why did the murderer deliberately rush from Santa Monica to Las Vegas to make Abby wear a white sportswear and commit another crime?This step is redundant and pointless.

Now Dean understood that the dress had been worn by Sleeping Fairy herself from beginning to end, that it was the one who bought the clothes in Santa Monica, and that it was the one who did the crime!

And not long ago, Carl revealed that the very small amount of unknown fluid on the sports coat does not belong to people, nor does it belong to most animals——

It must be the bodily fluids of a monster like the Sleeping Fairy who accidentally got on it before transforming!
This ancient existence didn't know how clever the modern detection methods are, so it left a flaw.

two cases.

It wears someone else's skin, unscrupulously leaving a large amount of DNA, tooth marks, and blood at the scene of the crime, and deliberately dangles under the surveillance camera.

They are all to blame the chosen ones David and Abby, and to create iron evidence!

When the chosen person is punished by law, put in prison and punished, the case is officially closed.

Sleeping Fairy, this clever predator, the real murderer, can change into a human form again, and continue to plague other regions!
The progress jumped to 80.00%.

……

"The legend of the Sleeping Fairy and the details of the crime match surprisingly well!"

"I misjudged the transformation as hypnosis, but fortunately the general direction of the investigation is not wrong!"

Dean's inner balance immediately tilted towards this more reasonable conclusion.

As for the same symptoms of fever, lethargy and scar pain that David and Aibi showed, it seems that it may be a supernatural means of Sleeping Fairy to prevent the chosen ones from adding trouble.

breathe…

Dean clenched his fists, took a deep breath, stretched his brows and eyes, and looked at Tribeca opposite him with piercing eyes.
"If the Sleeping Fairy committed the crime, is the death of the victim Kelly Scott's family and the murderer David Lee's family related to the Sleeping Fairy?"

"Did they die before Kelly was killed, or after she was killed?" the old man asked.

"Within weeks of being killed."

"You guessed it right, their deaths were not a coincidence." Tribeca got up and walked around the kitchen with a dignified expression, saying word by word, "Sleeping Fairy, El Cuco, also known as Death Eater, Tears Drinker By."

"After it eats the child itself, it will stay around that area for a while, quietly exerting influence on the two tragic families of the chosen and the victim, and pushing them to the doom of extinction."

"Bitter, Eater, it is eager to swallow the extreme grief, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions of the relatives of the 'two victims'."

"Hold on."

Tribeca paused, grabbed the handrail and walked up the stairs, and took down a large book after a while.

Put it on the dining table, open a certain page and put it in front of Dean,

Dean saw a terrifying portrait in the pages of the book—a humanoid creature whose entire head was replaced by a scarlet abyssal mouth. The sharp and slender fangs full of steel needles gleamed coldly, and it emitted a silent and unclean sound. howling, spreading sorrow and pain!
Then, Tribeca said to Dean in a daze the words that he would never forget all his life,

"If a child is the main course of a Death Eater, then the pain and sorrow of a loved one is its dessert."

"This vicious creature seeks to kill every time it hunts, to feast on the perfect satiety."

"Victim and chosen, both families, are its prey and sacrifice, and will be devoured by it!"

Dean wiped the cold sweat from his brow with trembling fingers.

He glanced at the system.

Investigation progress 80/100→90/100.

no doubt.

The murderer is this monster in folklore—the Death Eater!
"Fortunately, I have persuaded the LVPD to send people to monitor and protect the two families in advance!"

"Are you thinking about how to hold it, boy?" the old man saw the tension and tangled on his face, and asked,
"Hmm." Dean said the three routes he analyzed, "Who do you think the Death Eater will attack first?"

"You have to remember, the Death Eater, feeds on the grief of the victim's family. So the more sorrowful the emotion, the greater the temptation to it. When will this grief reach its peak?"

the old man asked.

Dean thought, his eyes lit up,
"That must be the day that Bucky Fran's parents hold a funeral for him and bury him! Death Eaters will enter the funeral if they want to enjoy 'dessert'!"

The old man nodded heavily, "I think that's the best chance to seize it!"

"I hope Bucky hasn't been buried yet!" Dean pinched his knuckles with a crackling sound.

A sense of accomplishment and a sense of crisis are intertwined.

He turned to the old man,

"Have you ever seen the Death Eater with your own eyes?"

The old man shook his head, and a trace of distant pain flashed across his face, "I have only seen the result of its mischief. When I was in Cuba, my uncle's child was framed by the Sleeping Fairy and sentenced to death. The process is the same as yours. The two cases mentioned were exactly the same, and two families died."

"I've tried looking for it, but I can't find it."

"And do you know what its weakness is?"

"Weakness? Sorry," the woman shook her gray hair, "I'm an ordinary folklore researcher, not a combat expert. But I don't think it's strong, otherwise there's no need to hide and show off and commit crimes in a sneaky way."

The old man looked at his resolute face for a long time, as if looking at an old man, his face was full of nostalgia,

"But it has a long lifespan and is very cunning. Not only does it deform, but it can easily trigger negative emotions deep in people's hearts, causing people to self-harm and even hurt others out of control."

"Transforming and affecting emotions, I remember," Dean thought about the countermeasures, and said gratefully, "Your words have helped me a lot."

"I also hope that the devil goes to hell, and I hope that young people like you are safe and sound."

"I'll give you another piece of advice. If you don't want to be regarded as a lunatic, don't reveal the topic of tonight." Tribeca raised her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked lovingly at the second floor, "Don't tell Jenny and the group Children, they are not like you, they belong to the ordinary, bright world."

"I will keep my mouth shut." Dean solemnly promised.

Suddenly Jenny's lively noise came from upstairs.

Dean hesitated and said,

"Tribeca, if I succeed this time, can I still come to chat with you and hear more legends?"

The old man laughed happily and shed tears,
"Then you have to keep enough appetite, and eat more then."

……

"Didn't the legend of Grandma Tribeca provide you with inspiration?" Lust held his chin in disappointment and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, "It's also reasonable."

"Everyone, it's time to go home." Baker hugged Jenny's arm tightly and kissed her forehead. "See you tomorrow."

"What about Abby?" Britney asked worriedly, "She's going to court in three days."

"Don't worry, I will find another way to rescue Abby, let's call it a day." Dean glanced slowly across the group of friends,
"I have to inform you of any new news, understand?" Gretchen grabbed the collar of Dean's suit, pulled him towards her, looked him straight in the eyes, and waved her fist. There was a hint of pleading in her crisp warning voice , "If you keep it from everyone, I want you to look good!"

"I will." Dean said sorry in his heart.

You should live peacefully in the world of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)