Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 80 80. The Uninvited Guest at the Funeral

9 pm.

Dean approached Holden and Carl, who were discussing the case in the office, and asked about Bucky Fran's funeral.

"Moore and Chad are watching. The child's parents, Logan Fran and Sophia Fran, are keeping vigil at the Southside Church. Tomorrow, their family and friends will go to the cemetery hall in Palm Cemetery to attend the memorial service. "Carl put down the manuscript paper that was full of writing, his face was tired,
"Then they haven't been buried yet!" Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "I have made a major discovery. The real culprit is very likely to appear at the burial ceremony. We must call the police immediately and sneak in and set up an ambush!"

"How did you come to this conclusion?"

Holden asked,

Dean pursed his lips. The truth about the Death Eater was too bizarre to be made public. He could only use a scientific rhetoric.

"I analyzed the files of Kelly's case and I found that the murderer loved to add salt to the wounds when the victim's family was in grief. He would never miss an opportunity like a funeral."

"In addition, he is also an expert in psychology. He can use psychological hints to amplify the pessimism of the victims' family members, causing them to lose control of their emotions and perform terrible behaviors. He took the opportunity to watch the show."

"So perverted?" Carl looked at Holden, "Can psychologists do this?"

The latter nodded,
"I have used psychological knowledge to break down the psychological defenses of dozens of suspects, causing them to plead guilty voluntarily. It's just that the current law does not allow this kind of psychological induction."

Carl stopped retorting, "Who should we stare at after the funeral? Do you know what the murderer looks like and what are his characteristics?"

Dean fell silent.

The Death Eater has a high probability of transforming into the next chosen bar owner, Jack, but Dean doesn't know how flexible its abilities are, so he can't be sure.

"I only know that he has a crescent-shaped scar on his hand, and he will take the initiative to approach the Logan Fran couple. As long as he shows up, I will notify you."

Carl rubbed his American chin violently, his expression was reaching the limit of endurance.

Dean took the opportunity to change the subject, "Does your old friend Jack know the Logan Fran couple, and will he go to their child's funeral?"

Carl shook his head, "I'm not a roundworm in his stomach. How could I be fully aware of his interpersonal relationship? But he runs a bar, has a wide range of contacts, and has many friends."

"We have to make sure. You immediately call the bar and contact Jack to confirm whether he will go to Bucky Fran's funeral tomorrow!"

"Boy, why do you keep asking about Jack? Do you think he is suspected?" Carl looked puzzled.

"I just thought the killer was going to hit him."

Carl untied his tie and stared at it for two seconds. Dean thought he was going to rush over and beat him up, but he left the office and returned in five minutes.

"Ask clearly. Jack has no friendship with the Fran family, and will never go to the Palm Cemetery to attend the funeral tomorrow."

Dean nodded, "Then the preparation work is almost done, let's go to the funeral site to ambush tomorrow."

"Finally finished? Have you recognized your identity? You are currently only a LVPD volunteer. You want all of us in the fifth group to follow your command, and you are slurring your words."

Carl put his hands on his hips, squinted his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, full of warning,
"For the sake of your diligence in the past, I can take a huge risk to agree to your request, but this is a gamble and requires chips. If tomorrow's actions do not bear fruit, then Dean, your volunteer work It will stop here, and there will be no LVPD in the future."

"Your police career will be completely over. As long as you are in Las Vegas, you will never be able to enter this industry. Can you bear this result?"

Dean glanced at Holden, who stared at the file silently.

If you lose the bet, you will naturally have to pay the price, no one can be an exception.

"I guessed wrong, I take the initiative to get out!"

……

Nine o'clock the next morning.

The weather was gloomy and there was not a ray of sunshine.

Dean joins the officers outside the LVPD.

In order to avoid alarming the target, there were not many people involved in this operation. There were only six people, Carl, Kruger, Moore, Chad, Holden, and Dean.

Wearing a uniform solemn black suit and black tie.

Except for Dean, they are at least 30 years old, so they are veterans in the group.

In addition, at Dean's strong request, each of them put on a bulletproof vest in their suits, together with underarm holsters, which made their figures a little stronger.

"We got a tip that someone with a dangerous weapon will make trouble at Bucky Friend's funeral." Carl put his hands on his hips and swept across the faces of the crowd, "Everyone dispersed after arriving at the scene, pretending to be ordinary guests, and waiting for the suspicious target to show up , I will signal."

"Remember, don't reveal your secrets!"

Everyone nodded silently.

"Dean, what else do you want to say?"

"What I'm going to do next may be a bit strange, but please don't reject it." Dean took out a waterproof pen from his jacket pocket, grabbed Carl's left hand again, and wrote between the back of his forearm and the cuff Carl two Chinese characters.

The name was hidden in the sleeve of his shirt, not revealing, but Dean opened his God's perspective just enough to see it clearly.

"Is this Japanese? What does it mean?" Black lines appeared on Carl's broad forehead,

"This is in Chinese! A blessing from my hometown is used to protect safety and bless your safe return from this operation. By the way, the murderer is extremely dangerous, no less than any serial murderer in history. Everyone must be careful and protect yourself Own."

"You kid is getting more and more superstitious!" Carl's tone revealed sarcasm, but his sharp eyes softened slightly.

Then it was Holden's turn, Kruger's, everyone... all of them were stamped with their names by Dean.

"Everyone, don't get rid of this symbol, at least not today," Dean said solemnly, "Otherwise, you will be disrespectful to the gods, and this blessing spell will turn into a bad luck curse."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, but under the warning of Carl's eyes, they resisted the urge to beat him violently.

……

The two cars drove out of the LVPD police station. Because they traveled in casual clothes, everyone took an ordinary car.

"Explain, why are you taking these things?"

Brancoly, Holden in the co-pilot glanced at the back row, and several tape recorders wrapped in black pockets were quietly placed on the back seat.

"Are you going to have a graveyard party?"

"This thing might save lives." Dean smiled mysteriously at him, "but don't worry, I won't spoil the atmosphere of the funeral ceremony for no reason."

After half an hour.

On the outskirts of Las Vegas, Palm Cemetery, a simple open-air auditorium.

The memorial service has just begun.

The relatives and friends of Bucky Fran's family sat in rows of chairs under the podium, and above the podium, in front of the colorful photo of the smiling boy, a man with gray hair was holding a microphone.

The police officers naturally joined the ceremony crowd one after the other without attracting any attention.

Dean sat in the back row, with the black cloth bag wrapped in the tape recorder hidden under the chair, staring at the podium without turning his eyes, and secretly opened the perspective of God, observing all the guests participating in the ceremony within ten meters around him, and searching for crescent-shaped scars that may appear on the skin .

At this time, a mournful voice sounded from the stage,

"Dear guests, including the principal of our No. [-] elementary school teacher, teachers, our relatives and friends: Trish, Greg, Marvin, Dorothy... Sophia and I, thank you all for coming."

"As we all know, a child is the treasure of a family, and Bucky Fran means more than that to us. He is the source of joy in the family. I will always remember his black diamond-like eyes when he was just born, like Beautiful as porcelain, and he was lying in my arms, crying, like he was saying to me, 'Logan, please fix your beard, it hurts me!'"

Dean lamented the difference between China and foreign countries.

At funerals here, no matter how sad the relatives are, they always like to express humor and optimism.

He just hoped it didn't affect the mood of grief.

Otherwise, if you can't attract the Shame Eater, you will be finished.

"Bucky is very sensible from birth. Whenever I am bored by work, he will smile at me and give me a hug when I get home. Then, the troubles of that day will leave me. He is a Sweet little angel."

The man wiped his moist eye sockets, hugged his wife, and the two of them showed photos and relics of their son together, shared various experiences of their son, interspersed with humorous or daily stories, which aroused the laughter and silent meditation of the guests , or sobbing.

Bucky Fran's teachers, neighbors, other relatives, and friends also took the stage to deliver eulogies.

For half an hour, no suspicious persons appeared at the ceremony site, and the memorial ceremony came to an end.

"Well, son, we will always remember you and miss you, your sincerity, kindness, and loveliness will always remain with us, so between tears, let us enjoy the blessing we once had you and love you... "

"Bucky, you are the best son a parent could have..."

"In grief, let's smile, folks, because we know that Bucky is holding his grandparents' hand, smiling and watching from heaven..."

A cry escaped from the man's throat, and he turned around and hugged his tearful wife.

Depressed cries passed through the entire shabby auditorium.

Dean cast his gaze around, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes—is the Death Eater a tortoise, and his favorite food is right in front of him, can he bear it?

"Boy, where is the extremely dangerous murderer you mentioned?" Karl in the front row watched the sad scene on the podium, but his face was gloomy.
"Be patient, the process is not over yet!"

……

The memorial service is over.

Surrounded by crowds of Bucky Fran's cousins ​​and cousins, they carried the coffin to the cemetery.

To the south of the cemetery, among the green grass and the marble tombstones.

The young man who carried the coffin slowly lowered the coffin into the grave.

And the pastor, dressed in black uniform and with gray hair, prayed to the coffin for salvation in a solemn and solemn voice, "Please pray together, please pray for the mercy of our Lord, and listen to my prayers. May the soul of Bucky Fran, who passed away, be placed In the realm of eternal light and eternal safety, with the companions of the saints, for our Lord, Chris Christ. Amen."

"Amen…"

Relatives and friends bowed their heads and prayed together, and threw the bouquets prepared in advance into the grave.

The sky was cloudy, the prayers echoed in the wind, and the sword-shaped leaves of the palm trees rustled.

Dean quietly held his breath, and a trace of cold sweat leaked out of his hands inexplicably.

Then heart-piercing cries sounded.

"Bucky, my Bucky, don't leave Mommy!"

The woman stopped a man who was digging and filling with a shovel, and lay down beside the grave in despair, weeping loudly, hysterically as if wanting to scream out,
"My condolences, ma'am, please let Bucky rest in peace." The priest helped her up comfortingly, while her husband and relatives hugged her and comforted her softly, and the burial continued.

Dean turned his eyes amidst the cries, comforting sounds, and the sound of mud thumping——

blah blah-

The sound of imperceptible shoes crushing grass roots came from not far away.

A tall man stepped out from behind a palm tree and approached the crowd.

He is at least six feet three tall, with a black suit lining his tall and slender figure, with long black hair hanging down to the back of his neck, handsome, with a well-groomed goatee on his chin, pale skin, and a decadent temperament of an artist.

Dean recognized the face.

Bar owner, Jack.

God's gaze turned to his wrist.

Outside the cuffs of his black suit, there was a crescent-shaped scar on his wrist.

puff puff!
The heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of the chest.

Dean looked away sideways, and looked calmly out of the corner of his eye.

The man blended into the crowd step by step, standing behind the wailing mother, watching her quietly, his black eyes sparkling.

Except for Dean and the police officers who had been watching carefully, the others didn't notice that there was an unexpected guest in the line. Judging from his appearance and demeanor, he was no different from ordinary people.

……

"Did you check with Jack yesterday?" Dean quietly came to Carl's side and whispered,
"Yes, did that idiot suffer from schizophrenia or Alzheimer's disease in advance?" Carl looked at the familiar face in the crowd, with a puzzled and tangled expression, "I promised me well at the time that I would not come to the funeral. His twin brother?"

So basically confirmed.

Dean gasped heavily through his nose, stretched his hand into his bosom, pinched the sharp blade, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and goose bumps appeared on the skin of his arms and neck——

The legendary monster in human form is right around the corner!

Excitement, trembling, indescribable fear welled up in my heart.

He lowered his voice,
"Your old classmate didn't lie, because this thing that looks like him is not him at all, it is the culprit in the two cases of Kelly and Bucky," Dean said in a low voice, eyes twinkling Crazy, "Don't ask, the explanation is not clear now, catch it, and understand everything!"

Carl's expression became serious when he heard this, and he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the man,
"Don't look there so blatantly! To avoid accidentally injuring innocent people, we will follow after the funeral ceremony is over!"

"I see."

Carl began to approach Kruger, Holden, Moore, and Chad one by one, whispering orders close to each other.

Soon after, the coffin was completely buried, the ground became flat, and the writing on the tombstone reflected white light.

Logan Fran helped his wife, who had stabilized her emotions, and led everyone to the outside of the cemetery, preparing to go home for the dinner after the funeral.

The five police officers divided into different directions, walking slowly behind the crowd, chatting in twos and threes.

Walk quietly between "Jack" and the departing crowd.

And Dean took a deep breath, handed the tape recorder to Holden, relaxed the muscles on his face, squeezed out a green smile exclusive to high school students, and walked straight over.

"Hey, Jack."

He ran to the man and said hello, the man turned his head with a puzzled expression,

"I, Larry, have you forgotten, the day before yesterday, I didn't mean to rent your bar and have a party to celebrate your girlfriend's birthday."

Dean grinned and showed his big white teeth, like a wealthy second-generation idiot, but God's perspective quietly penetrated the man's black coat to check——

Under his arm he carried a fully loaded revolver in a bulging holster.

He was wearing a black bulletproof vest.

A few small boxes of ammunition in the underwear pocket.

A sheathed dagger was thrust into the side of his waist.

Is this fucking about to rob a bank?
Dean's heart was beating wildly, and with a thought, "Shadow" flew out of the plank in his arms, wriggling around his body to form a set of transparent ghost armor.

"Larry, rent my bar?" The man suddenly understood, smiled gently like a gentleman and shook his head, and caught Dean's nonsense, "Sorry, that kind of place is not for teenagers like you, I suggest you change it Healthier entertainment venues, like Disneyland."

"My girlfriend likes retro-style bars, and it wouldn't be a surprise to change to another place. How about I pay more?" Dean seemed to be insulted, his face turned red and he patted his chest in a rough voice, "I reported it earlier. It's one thousand dollars, now one night, one thousand and five hundred dollars, and the drink is paid separately!"

With his procrastination, the funeral procession slowly walked 30 meters away, leaving the danger zone temporarily.

"I'm not short of money. If you still think it's not enough, tell me the amount yourself, and I'll write a check right away." Dean took out a pen with his left hand, and reached into the pocket of his suit with his right hand to make a gesture of pulling out a checkbook.

"It's not about money. I'm a law-abiding citizen. It's impossible for my bar to be rented out to a group of underage drug addicts...You either go to the playground or the amusement park!" He waved his hand, "Don't pester me anymore, or I will report—"

Staring at his back, Dean took out the loaded Colt M1911a1 from his arms in a flash, and closed the safety with his thumb.

"911."

The man's words fell to the ground.

Dean didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on his lower body.

Boom!

Two shots were fired.

The ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air instantly broke the gloom and tranquility of the cemetery.

The man's figure trembled amidst the splashes of blood, and he staggered two steps back. Two bright red "roses" bloomed on the legs of his black trousers.

At the same time, the revolver in his arms floated out of the holster strangely by the force of thought.

A prompt appeared before Dean's eyes:
你使用M1911A1击中了？，熟练度+1*2，射击lv1(92/200)
The loud gunshots stunned the funeral procession ahead, the air was still, and people ran out screaming in terror.

Carl and other police officers did not expect their companions to play cards completely out of common sense, and to be so vicious as soon as they made a move, but years of experience prompted them to quickly draw out their weapons and cooperate with Dean to target Jack!

All these changes happened in less than a second.

A second later, the man who was shot in the thigh was still standing upright, his eyeballs rolled like glass beads, and frighteningly turned into dark green beast-like vertical pupils, and then it opened its mouth wide and let out a roar!
It is neither harsh nor loud, as if a strong wind has plucked the strings.

The air exploded into circles of invisible ripples, and the grass under the man's feet bowed desperately towards the surroundings.

The heartstrings of Dean, who was closest to him, were also turned upside down by this mysterious force. There was a click in his body, something was broken, and the dusty memory deep in his mind surged up.

Last life, this life.

Countless sad past events reappeared in front of my eyes one after another,
Grief turned into a torrent, pouring into his body, tearing his chest.

Dean's eyes were filled with tears, a strong sourness permeated his brain, and the snot poured out of his nasal cavity uncontrollably. The overwhelming grief made him tremble all over, and the M1911A1 fell to the ground with weak hands.

The Death Eater, the funeral, and the battle in front of him all dissipated. He covered his mouth and sobbed, and there was only one thought in his mind, to vent, to vent this surging emotion!
The nearby Carl, Holden, and Kruger were also swept by invisible forces, their eyes flushed as if they had been immobilized, their hunched bodies froze in place, their expressions twisted rapidly, and a beast-like wail came from their throats.

With one breath, all the police officers around the man froze in place.

The man raised his hand to catch the revolver in front of him that fell out of his mind, his cold vertical pupils blinked,
The muzzle was aimed at the center of Dean's forehead.

boom!
The air hissed!

The warhead hit Dean like a battering ram with a powerful kinetic energy, causing Dean to fall backwards, and then bounced off by the "ghost armor" on the surface of his body, and fell into the grass with a plop.

The man didn't see the expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, his pupils froze, he turned around and moved his two long injured legs, and fled towards the depths of the cemetery like a cheetah.

……

The dizziness and pain that hit the brain directly opened the eyes of Dean who fell to the ground, and his eyes went black for a while. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and a fishy sweetness and tingling came out of his throat. He was refreshed, and his red eyes followed A trace of clarity was restored.

Dean braced his trembling body, picked up Colt, and directed "Shadow" to release the power of thought, passing the three tape recorder switches at the policeman's feet.

Immediately, the dynamic melody of the unified funky town was played from the three trumpet-shaped speakers——

Take me to a town that makes me feel right
thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

A small town that keeps me alive
thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

Okay, I'm talking, I'm talking, I'm talking
……

The disco sounded like a tsunami, instantly dispelling the haze of the cemetery.

Moore, who was in an emotional state and couldn't extricate himself, knelt down and cried with his head in his arms, his crying stagnated, and he woke up with a dazed face.

Carl stood up, clenched his fist with a distorted expression, and hammered his swollen temple vigorously,

Kruger's eyes widened, and he opened his hands tremblingly, embracing the air in front of him emotionally.

Holden sat on the ground in tears, raised the gun to his temple, and was about to pull.

A gust of wind tore away his hand and slapped the gun to the ground.

Dean rushed over to hold Holden down, and shouted at his sober companion,
"I'm going to chase the murderer, you stay where you are and take care of Holden, don't let him commit suicide again!"

As he spoke, he held a tape recorder against his shoulders and put it close to his ears. The surging sound waves made his eardrums tear apart and he was sweating, but the sadness left in his body was shaken out.

You son-of-a-bitch bitch, let's see the power of modern means!

He chased after the figure that was about to disappear.

"Moore, take care of these two idiots, I'll help!" Carl stepped over a tombstone and followed.

(End of this chapter)