Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 88. The First Mimetic

It was five o'clock in the morning when Dean got home after cleaning up the traces.

A hot bath washes off the residual bloody smell, and by the way, through the "recording" ability of God's perspective, inspect the entire previous process.

After making sure that he didn't show his face, Dean lay on the sofa and checked the new ability that had just been activated.

拟形——已获取血液样本数：1/1，分析复制倒计时：20小时10分26秒。

"Tomorrow morning, after the analysis is completed, I can become the dead and charred Hispanic." Dean squeezed the juice can and threw it into the trash.

What he did today was really crazy. He killed 24 people at one time, breaking his killing record.

But now that he had vented his anger and killing intent, looking back on his state at that time, Dean had the illusion that he was not himself, and felt guilty.

He remembered Tyme's warning once again——

Continuously receiving the mental shock of the Death Eater, his personality and mood will fluctuate for a period of time.

Is this the reason?

more than.

Inexplicably, a murder incident appeared in the system, which made the killing intent unstoppable.

"Even if there is no external cause, I will kill them, but I will only kill the three men who caused trouble, not destroy the whole family."

"This is the end of the matter, no matter how entangled it is, it's just asking for trouble!"

Dean took a deep breath to calm his chaotic thoughts, and found out the cash collected from the house and counted it. The total was 3000 dollars, plus his original more than [-] dollars, and the cash on hand reached [-].

After collecting the money, he took out the shaman board and divination suit, went back to the bedroom, closed the door and windows, and drew the curtains to block out the sunlight.

The bedroom became pitch black.

He clenched the plank tightly, thinking about it.

A gust of dark wind blew out and landed in front of him, looking through the pane of glass——

A spirit body with a dull expression and a translucent figure stood in front of him stupidly.

Dean put the Ouija board on the Ouija board, pressed it with his index finger, and slowly circled twice. His indifferent voice echoed in the bedroom,
"name."

brush brush --

An invisible force pushed the tip of the Ouija board, moved against the board, pointed at each letter, and quickly pieced together a name——

"Pedro Silva..."

"How many crimes have you committed?"

……

"This world can't tolerate you!"

Dean clenched the jig board tightly, got up and poked it forward, the tip hit the ghost's chest, and the latter dissipated to the surroundings like evaporated water vapor, completely disappearing into the air.

You use the ghost board to destroy a ghost, proficiency +1, the specialization hunter activates, and you have absorbed 0.1 perception.

……

In the next period of time, indifferent questioning, strange rubbing sounds of hard objects, and the whistling sound of weapons piercing the air continued to resound in the dimly lit bedroom.

In order to seek psychological comfort, Dean sent out soul torture again and again. After getting the answer, the original uneasy emotions gradually disappeared.

The worst subordinates of this group of gangsters had two lives, and the crimes of intentional injury, robbery, and rape were too numerous to count.

In the end, they all ushered in the fate of perishing under the plank.

Ke Di'an's attributes are no longer what they used to be, only 10 points of fighting proficiency, fighting lv2 (82/300).

And the perception of 0.3, the perception reaches 10.8, and the senses such as vision and hearing have improved slightly.

"I killed 24 people, but the Qiban only absorbed ten spirits, so the storage limit of the Qiban is ten."

In addition, after destroying the soul, the plank is recharged, and "Shadow" can return to the right track of one point of proficiency per day.

This time the frantic killing was rewarding.

"In order not to attract the attention of lvpd and trigger the law of convergence, we can no longer do this in the short term, at least not in Las Vegas."

……

Lunch break the next day.

Nevada State High School, beside a wooden table on a green lawn,

Rust patted Dean on the shoulder earnestly, "The news of your supernatural power at the birthday party last night has spread throughout the school."

As he was speaking, a black man with dreadlocks and tattoos on his wrists suddenly came over. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he separated his feet back and forth, placed his right palm on his waist, and made a standing karate chop with his left hand. Palm action.

Simple and concise, full of strength, at least a yellow belt.

"Master Dean, Planck salutes you!"

A hello, then a bow, and the black man leaves respectfully.

"Haha, did you hear, Master Dean, this title is completely confirmed!" Baker couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and Jenny trembled in his arms, "Someone will definitely ask you to learn Kung Fu in the future, The kind that pays tuition.”

Dean said with a straight face, "If you want to say that again, I'll find someone to help you transfer schools."

"Don't, Dean." Abby, who had been silent all this time, finally opened her mouth, and said worriedly, "We will soon enter the frequent vacations, Thanksgiving, winter vacation, spring vacation, and graduate in one semester. There is no need to transfer schools now, bear with me. Bear with it."

"Dean, I swear to help you get rid of those nasty 'flies.'" Britney patted her chest, with a stern face, and waved her pink fist righteously.

……

"By the way, on such a cold day, a house on my street caught fire. Police cars, ambulances, and fire engines were all dispatched," Jenny suddenly mentioned. "The house was almost burned to charcoal. The stretcher covered with a white cloth was desperately carried out, and the arms that were thrown out from under the white cloth were as black as coke, and I felt that at least a dozen or 20 people died.”

When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale with fright. Britney folded her hands on her chest and began to pray with words in her mouth.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

"I heard from my neighbors that the newly-moved Latin Americans were in a daze from drinking too much or taking drugs. When a fire broke out, no one reacted, and then they went to hell together." Jenny recalled, her face A hint of pleasure suddenly appeared, "But let me tell you, it's good to die! It is because of this group of disgusting hooligans that my street has become smoky, and no one dares to go out for a walk after eight o'clock in the evening."

"These guys are so sinful that Satan couldn't wait to call them back to hell."

at last.

Dean calmed down completely.

"Okay, the dead are the most important, so don't arrange them later." Britney persuaded,
"Listen to you, Ms. Madonna." Jenny shrugged helplessly, then turned her gaze, and waved to an Asian girl in hot pants and vest on the path between the lawns, "Tang Ling, this way!"

Tang Ling turned around and took a look here, then her face turned red, she waved her hand in a little embarrassment, and hurriedly left.

"Hey, what's the matter with her?" Baker suddenly widened his eyes in dissatisfaction, "She shouldn't have come here to thank Dean for his help last night."

"Your news is too late." Gretchen shook her head and suddenly took Dean's hand. "Someone in the cheerleading team said that Tang Ling's parents don't seem to like us 'violent elements' very much, and told her not to associate with us."

"Hmph, what kind of violent person." Jenny was indignant, "It's clear that she broke up with us because she was worried about the revenge of the three bastards last night. She also said that she and Dean are from her hometown. Is she worthy? Just a selfish and Cowardly white-eyed wolf."

Dean had complicated eyes.

He has never been able to understand why some compatriots become like this when they go abroad.

……

After school, Dean went to the clothing and optics store to do some shopping and was fully prepared.

One forty in the morning.

The long-awaited prompt appeared in the system.

"Simulation lv0 (0/100), after the analysis of the blood sample, you can perform simulation at any time."

Dean returned to the bedroom, relaxed his body, emptied his mind, entered a state of balance meditation, stared at the icon of the "mimicking" skill, and took a deep breath.

Pfft!
Pfft!
Two clear and abrupt sounds sounded in the bedroom, his heart beat violently twice, and then a stream of icy liquid surged out of it, along the dense blood vessel network, to the limbs, torso, toes, and even on the face.

The coldness spreads, like the liquid medicine flowing in the blood vessels when you are sick and hospitalized.

But the effect is much more violent.

In the blink of an eye, Dean's skin, flesh, internal organs, and bones were all icy cold, and he involuntarily tightened his body and began to shiver.

When the fingers touch the skin and the air brushes over the body, there are bursts of needle-like pain.

He seemed to be walking naked against the wind and snow in a day of more than ten degrees below zero.

But the extreme cold only lasted for a moment and then disappeared without warning.

Dean looked at his naked body in surprise, and before he had time to rejoice, a flood of severe pain rushed up.

Click, click...

Amid a series of crackling sounds like fractures, his joints, spine, and lumbar spine bent and stretched crazily like fast-growing branches, and the black reflection on the wall danced a grotesque zombie dance.

Puchi, Puchi.

The flesh and blood under the skin swelled horribly like a blown balloon, and was punctured again, revealing the dripping flesh and blood, and rolled inward horribly.

pain!
Thousands of pairs of invisible big hands kneaded and pulled in the body, crushed the flesh and bones, everything, kneaded into a mass of mud, and then piled up, fabricated, and kneaded into a goal piece by piece. shape.

Dean seemed to be undergoing ten major operations at the same time.

Without anesthesia, and unable to go into a coma, he could only endure the severe pain abruptly.

The pain made his cheeks twitch, and his teeth creaked and were about to be crushed.

Every inch of skin continued to tremble, with goosebumps popping out, and traces of red sweat spraying out.

It was as if he had returned to the day when he had glimpsed Taim spit out a black torrent, and fell into an endless nightmare.

……

After a long ordeal.

At a certain moment, a strange man in the bedroom suddenly stood up straight.

He seemed to have just been fished out of hot water, his body was steaming, and the sweat and skin flakes on his feet piled up into a pool of dark red water.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

42:[-].

"The transformation took only 2 minutes in total, but why do I feel like a year has passed?"

The man grinned nervously with his mouth crooked, hissed like a snake from his throat, and turned to personal attributes.

Will: 12.2 → 12.3.

After only 2 minutes of deformation torture, the will actually increased by 0.1.

"The ability of the Death Eater is not for human beings. After the system transformation, the side effects are still huge... When it changes back to its original shape, it won't still be so painful, right?"

He shook his head comfortingly, and looked at the full-length mirror by the desk.

He is 1.8 meters tall, weighs about 75kg, and has clear muscles on his body.

up.

A standard Hispanic face: yellow skin, black short curly hair, deep eye sockets, brown eyeballs, straight nose, thin lips, and the sweaty cheeks are tight at the moment, looking fierce and fierce.

Dean looked at this completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, his eyes were in a trance, and a strange feeling rose spontaneously.

"I'm not me anymore!"

In the excitement, he moved his body briefly, one-finger push-ups, handstand sit-ups...

Physical fitness remains the same.

But this body is different from the original one, and it takes some time to get used to it, for example——

"So what if you're two centimeters taller?" Dean lowered his head, looked at the thing that was obviously one size smaller, and shook his head in disdain.

"Dean, oh no, now it's called Neymar, um, find a place and try your skills in the transformed state."

Dean changed into a gray T-shirt, black leather jacket and leather pants, and sunglasses. With a cold face, he left the house with the image of a tough guy who should not be approached by strangers.

Breathe the fresh morning air under the dark sky.

Dean glanced at his white Bronco and frowned. This car doesn't match his new identity at all. The black motorcycle is a perfect match.

But now there is no choice.

He drove into the city.

In the early morning, the bright neon lights of various casinos, hotels, and entertainment venues in downtown Vegas are still flickering, but no one can be seen on the street
V bar.

Rotating lanterns cast colorful, dim and ambiguous light.

The men and women who came to have fun chatted everywhere in the hall, the atmosphere was harmonious, passionate and pink.

"A glass of orange soda."

Dean sat on the high stool and tapped the table with his index finger.

"what?"

The handsome bartender with mohawk hair froze while turning the shaker. He glanced at the man in leather with "I'm a tough guy" written all over his face. He thought he heard it wrong, so he showed a question mark face.

"If you prefer something milder, I recommend a long drink cocktail."

"Orange soda." Dean repeated indifferently.
"OK, the customer is God. I'll make you ten different kinds of soda for you." The bartender turned to choose a drink.

Dean took off his sunglasses and turned to look around. Ten meters away from his left hand, a couple was hugging each other in front of the wine table, their demeanor and movements were extremely devoted, almost no less than a love reality show.

Next to it, a group of young men and women who seemed to be in their early 20s. There was a circle of wine glasses full of wine in front of the table, and the wine was rippling with a seductive light.

There is a pair of dice in the center, and the wheels are spinning.

I am playing the game of whoever is younger who drinks.

……

This scene was repeated everywhere in the bar. The attractive man and the unwilling woman saw each other and found a good chat, and they went out together to find a place to "understand" each other.

There are also a large number of single girls, sitting in front of the bar, looking around from the corner of their eyes, taking a sip of wine, inadvertently showing their perfect profile, attractive red lips, and hot body contours, playing Be the best hunter and wait for your prey to bite.

This is the kind of girl that is said to never be introduced to her mother.

……

The bar is full of desire, and desire is the easiest to breed disputes, so Dean chose this place to try his fist.

"Your soda." The bartender brought a glass of unknown object to Dean.

Dean glanced at the red and green, all kinds of colors piled up into a gorgeous rainbow in the small goblet, he was startled, "What did you add to it?"

The bartender smiled brightly and said triumphantly, "Whiskey, rum, beer, strawberries... But the alcohol content is strictly controlled, you can drink it at ease."

Dean stared at him for five seconds, paid the bill with a shake of his head, and waved him away.

This glass of wine is reserved for the next destined guest.

There was an argument at the left end of the bar.

Dean looked back.

Two strong men are entangled with a blonde woman. She seems to have drunk a lot of wine, with a faint blush on her cheeks. She is petite but extremely hot. The gray women's suit can't hide her proud curves. , the split deep V reveals a fascinating ravine,
Good-looking, slightly thick red lips, gave Dean an unusual sense of familiarity.

"Hi, beauty, are you Catherine Medici? The female reporter of the morning news, Jeff and I like your show the most, and I have never missed an episode," the blond man stared at her chest , "How about having a drink with loyal fans like us, as a reward? Just as a merciful grant of one of our wishes?"

"Sorry, sir, you have identified the wrong person. I don't know Catherine." Catherine frowned drunkenly, obviously dissatisfied with the other's disgusting eyes, "Please let me go, I'm leaving."

"No, no, Jeff is not blind. The iconic blond hair and this pair...hehe..." Another man as tall as a bear laughed, and blocked the woman's way with his arms open, "You must have a drink with us Otherwise, they will look down on us!"

The female reporter's face became ugly, and she looked around for help, but most of the people were just watching the fun from a distance, and the security guard at the bar didn't know where she died.

She was very upset.

Just because the higher authorities were not allowed to report on the case of 24 gang members who were mysteriously burned to death in the early morning of this morning, she came to this kind of public bar to relax her sorrows for the first time. Who would have thought that such a terrible thing would happen!
"Leave a way." Suddenly a hoarse and deep voice intervened, and then a pair of arms grabbed the shoulders of the two men and pulled them away.
The man in black sunglasses and leather coat gave the woman a blank expression, and stood in front of her forcefully.

"You two didn't hear what this lady said, she told you to leave! Don't pester her like a man!"

"Where did you get this piece of shit? Go back to Mexico!" The 1.9-meter-strong man glared at Dean like an angry baboon, and stepped forward to push him hard in the chest.

It was as if he had pushed against a wall of iron and steel, and there was no movement.

"This is not a brothel for you to be in heat! If you want to have fun, go to the back alley and stab the concrete wall and the trash can with your needle!" Dean glanced at the faces of the two men with a blank expression. Sunglasses are like two black holes,

There was a burst of "goodwill" laughter around the bar.

The two men suddenly lost their minds and threw two punches at him, one from the left and the other from the right.

This played into Dean's hands.

He curled up his right hand and swiped swiftly, separating the two iron pillar-like arms as easily as parting the grass.

The muscles under the leather jacket instantly bulged as hard as iron,
Short body, lunge, uppercut with left and right hands forward.

With a puff.

Huge power exploded in the stomachs of the two strong men, and they simultaneously curled up and turned into big shrimps.

Dean made another dazzling series of movements.

He swung a punch and knocked the man on the left to the ground.

The retracted arm took advantage of the momentum to break the neck of the man on the right, and then flew up to his knees, hitting his chest.

Everyone only heard a loud splash.

The man fell to the ground clutching his chest, and fell into a coma as soon as he closed his eyes.

The lightning and flint battle is over.

Two 1.9-meter strong men lay in a pile as if their spinal cords were removed.

There were exclamations, screams, and applause from the crowd.

Dean looked at the fist and shook his head boredly.

Ordinary people looked like fighting dummies standing and getting beaten in front of him.

……

Catherine covered her red lips, her eyes were wide open, and her mind was still a little dazed. Why was she somehow saved by a Latin American hero?
"Ma'am, don't be in a daze, let's go!"

The two quickly fled the bar amidst the booing of the crowd.

"Did you drive?" Fleeing under the streetlight outside the bar, the man in leather jacket suddenly asked, still wearing sunglasses, maintaining a cold and cool face, as if everyone owed him 100 million.

Catherine leaned against the streetlight, her chest trembling nervously, gasping for breath, and nodded subconsciously amid the turbulence, "You, are you a professional boxer?"

"I've practiced. Go home right away. Don't come to this kind of place in the future. There are not always enthusiastic people. Also, I suggest that you wear more clothes when you report in the future, so as not to attract too many perverts." Di Ann glanced at her chest, seeing her sexier up close than on TV.

But Dean didn't have the time to talk to her now, so he dropped this sentence and ran away.

"Hey, wait, sir, I don't know your name yet, and I haven't thanked you yet!"

"Neymar!"

The man's deep and hoarse voice drifted across the night sky, and the running figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant like an unfathomable gust of wind, without stopping.

"Jesus, just ran away like this? Shouldn't the hero exchange information after saving the beauty, and continue to communicate in the future?" Catherine stared at the direction where he disappeared with a strange expression, her face helpless and annoyed.

The Latin American was completely oblivious to her beauty.

"What a freak."

She shook her head and smiled, driving home.

……

Dean ran at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint on the streets of Las Vegas, aimlessly and at will, fully feeling the vitality and pulse of this brand-new body, and striving to reach the limit of his body.

He charged intermittently for half an hour, sweating profusely.

During the period, a roar is made from time to time to open the perspective of God, or to summon the "shadow" to linger around, activate the power of thought, and roll up dust and fallen leaves on the ground.

All the original abilities of the deformed state are still commanded by the arms, and the physical fitness is not compromised at all.

He kept walking, with his right hand supporting the roadside guardrail like a parkour, leaping a few meters with inertia, turning a few somersaults on the spot, and continuing to run wildly!

Wearing another brand-new body, all his behaviors are no longer bound by rules and laws. A fire ignited in his chest, and the forbidden pleasure became more and more intense.

He desperately wanted to do something more, to vent!

From 04:30 to five o'clock.

A fish-belly whiteness appeared in the sky.

He plunged headlong into Chinatown.

Most of the city is still asleep.

But the hardworking Chinese here are already carrying goods in and out of their shops.

A steaming steamer was placed at the entrance of the breakfast shop, and the aroma of buns and steamed buns filled the air.

The cleaning aunt swung the broom to clean the street, making crisp and regular "swish, swish" sounds.

Under the street lamp at the corner of the street, a special professional wearing a women's windbreaker and long legs in stockings stood alone in the cold wind. Seeing Dean passing by, he winked and performed hard.

Dean smiled at her and continued running.

The taste of revival.

Before he knew it, he ran past a 24-hour self-service bank.

There was a sudden step.

A burst of wailing was mixed with the sound of cursing and beating of fists and feet drifting into the ears.

"Fack, caterpillar!"

"Shet!"

"let go!"

When Dean ran into the bank, two black men, one fat and one thin, were crushing a Chinese man on the ground.

They were wearing t-shirt sneakers, and they were only 20 years old. Among them, a black man who was as fat as a wild boar sat on the waist of a Chinese man, and punched him in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag. Black tote bag.

Dean strode forward and punched the thin man hard, hitting the skinny man on the back of the head, causing him to fall face-to-face in an instant, stretching his body and losing consciousness.

The fat man turned his head in surprise, his fists magnified infinitely in the corners of his eyes!

boom!
The fist with the middle finger hit the fat pig's left temple hard, with a thud.

He fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain of meat.

Dean sat on the fat man's body, aimed at the disgusting face, and slammed his fist wildly.

One punch.

The eye sockets are black.

two punches,

The bridge of the nose was broken, and blood spattered all over his face, leaving a bloodstain on the smooth marble floor.

Dean directly smashed that disgusting black face into a bloody mess, glanced at the unconscious black skinny man on the other side with his indifferent eyes behind the sunglasses, and continued to beat him.

The Chinese man who escaped the catastrophe tightly hugged the money bag in his arms and leaned against the ATM machine, his bruised face twitched and his body kept shaking.

The man in leather in front of him smashed for a full minute, smashing the two black men so hard that they couldn't be seen. He only took a weak breath, then wiped the flesh and blood on the opponent's floral T-shirt, turned around and strode over to grab him. Chinese collar, lift him up,
"I don't want to be trash, I don't want to be bullied, just use this money to buy a gun, don't keep depositing it in the bank and wait for someone to snatch it!" The man in the leather coat ordered his handbag, his black sunglasses were like an abyss-like vortex, and he roared out with a subwoofer. In Mandarin, "With a gun, you can shoot anyone who bullies you, understand?"

The man showed a blush of shame, nodded heavily,
The man in the leather jacket let go, rolled up his collar comfortably, and brushed back his curly black hair.

Turn away.

The Chinese man stared at his handsome, calm, and cold back, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

A Hispanic beat up two blacks, saved his life, and taught him Chinese?

When did free America become so magical?
……

After flattening the two bastards to his heart's content.

Dean's first simulation ability test was almost done, and the fire in his heart was extinguished, and he returned to the journey satisfied.

……

In the bathroom, while taking a shower, he released the simulation.

Then the nightmare of cold and pain that I experienced not long ago came again, without any abatement.

"Shet! No—"

……

boom!
The bathroom door was pushed open.

A 1.78 young man of Chinese descent with strong muscles leaned out against the wall and crawled back to the sofa with trembling legs. Deep fear and entanglement appeared on his face. It took half a day of psychological training to calm down the fear.

He looked at the skill description,
Simulated lv0 (8/100)
血液样本：1/1，技能冷却时间：6天23小时40分

……

This transformation lasted less than five hours in total, increasing the proficiency by 8 points, 2 points per hour for the first four hours, and the proficiency remained unchanged after that.

It means that each transformation can increase up to eight points of proficiency.

The skill cooling time is one week, and it can be changed four times a month, which is 32 points of proficiency.

It can be upgraded in more than three months.

"Today I did some good deeds to fight hooligans and robbers."

"Next time, I will be more courageous when I transform, buy a new vehicle, and go to towns other than Las Vegas to improve my proficiency."

Dean lay cross-legged on the bed, looking at the faintly rising red stars in front of his eyes, and gradually fell into meditation.

　Thank you Fu Baobao, ah, ah, book friend 20191020065143941 for your support!
　　Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommended tickets for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)