At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark.
Palm Street.
The car sped by on the road and stopped at the steps of Residence No. 121.
Wearing a black windbreaker with a stand-up collar and a wide-brimmed black hat that covered most of his face, with only his smooth chin exposed, Dean got out of the car and looked around to make sure that the surrounding houses were quiet and no one was paying attention.
He got out of the car, carrying a black sports bag that was almost big enough to hold a person.
Carrying the bag, he walked slowly up the low steps between two bushes.
God’s perspective scans the nearby ten-meter area.
Bright street lights, rusty fire hydrants, a large dark brown iron gate in front, surrounded by dense shrubs.
There are no security cameras.
Perhaps because of their guilty conscience, criminals usually do not like to install surveillance equipment near their residences to avoid leaving evidence of crime.
Behind the door, in the living room that was luxuriously decorated and as spacious as an ordinary suite, the crystal lamp swayed with crystal light, but it was empty.
The master should stay in the bedroom further inside.
Dean walked quietly to the door and put down his black sports bag.
"Dong dong dong."
Knock three times and pause.
"Dong dong dong."
Three more times, and then Dean tiptoed silently to the right side of the door, out of the peephole range, squatted against the wall, held his breath, and monitored the door from a God's perspective.
Less than thirty seconds.
Ta-ta-ta...
The sound of footsteps came from far to near.
A familiar face appeared in the God's perspective, blond, blue-eyed, and slender. It was Gru Stone, the youngest son of a real estate developer.
At four o'clock in the morning, normal people are sleeping soundly, and night owls who have been crazy all night are about to take a rest. However, there is no trace of sleepiness on the face of this rich second generation, and his eyes are flashing with frightening desire and excitement. He twitched his nose and took a deep breath, with a morbid greed on his expression.
He was not wearing comfortable and close-fitting pajamas, but a strange dark red wide apron that covered his chest and thighs. The apron was covered with a layer of unknown dirt so thick that it wrinkled.
His steps were as hurried as an ant on a hot pot.
Crunch——
Gru opened the door, rubbed his hands excitedly, and eagerly picked up his sports bag.
But the feeling as soon as he took it made his expression change drastically.
Too light.
It’s impossible to pretend to be someone!
Realizing that something was wrong, Gru dropped the bag and shrank back into the house like a loach.
But he was slow.
A gust of wind blew.
An iron pillar-like thigh was stuck in front of the closed iron door and door frame.
At the same time, a pistol equipped with a silencer was pressed against his temple.
A face moved from behind the door to Gru's eyes, grinning with white teeth, and the smile was so warm and hospitable.
But Gru couldn't laugh.
"Shh-"
Dean put his left index finger to his mouth to make a silence gesture, and with the pistol clenched in his right hand, he pushed Gru back through the door.
With a hook of his back foot, he hooked the sports bag into the house.
Plop.
The door is closed.
Dean forced Gru behind the leather sofa and sat him down on the cold marble floor.
Throwing away his wide-brimmed hat, he began to look at this rich second generation up and down with joking eyes——
He tightened his cheeks and tightened his lips, trying his best to maintain composure and coolness, but the trembling corners of his mouth and fingers still betrayed his true heart.
"Mr. Stone, in order to thank you for the gift you gave me early this morning, I specially came to return the gift."
Dean slapped his face with his hand contemptuously, watching as a humiliating blush appeared on his face, and the frustration of the previous case being overturned disappeared.
He cannot use normal means to deal with the rich second generation who has a distinguished family background.
But he can kill the opponent.
Dean doesn't plan to let this guy die too happily now.
"How do you feel? Surprised, moved, satisfied?" Dean's eyes widened, and he put the muzzle of the gun against his thick white-blond short hair and slowly turned it in circles, "If you go to hell, remember to give me a ten."
The blood vessels in Gru's neck throbbed,
"I don't understand what you mean. Do you have some misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstand?"
boom!
The pistol drew a violent black line.
Dean swung the butt of the gun and hit him hard in the face, and a ridiculous red mark suddenly appeared on the side of his face that was as perfect as a marble sculpture.
The handsome man turned into a funny clown.
But Gru was also stubborn, grinning, swallowing all his whining, and glanced sideways at Dean.
"OK, I admit defeat! I hired two people to deal with you... I misjudged your strength, I offended your dignity, and I am willing to make compensation. What do you want, money, status, or a woman?"
Gru Stone clasped his knees with his hands, stared into his eyes, and pretended to be calm.
"There is no undying hatred between us. As long as you spare me this time, you can raise all conditions. Believe me, the power and financial resources of the Stone family are beyond your imagination."
"If you are worried about my retaliation afterwards, I will help you get a foreign identity, Canada, Flannistan... Let you go far away with enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life."
Dean looked at him condescendingly for a long time, and as his eyes moved, he inadvertently showed a heart-beating expression.
"It's very tempting, I'll consider it, but before that, you have to answer a few questions honestly."
His pupils shrank, filled with a soul-stirring cold light.
"From January to October this year, you asked Tatio to kidnap a living person for you and bring him to this house every month. What was your purpose? Where did you get those innocent people? "
Gru swallowed his saliva, showing an extremely incredulous look, then his face darkened, he raised his head and spat and quibbled,
"Who told you this false news? Tatio and Cruz? This is nonsense, this is slander! I have never hurt anyone except you!"
"hehe."
Dean grinned and lowered his right hand.
Aiming the gun at Gru's right thigh, he pulled the trigger.
call out!
The skin and flesh were torn open, a ball of blood burst out from the dark red apron, and the blood fell to the ground.
hiss-
Gru's face twisted in pain for a moment, and blood vessels and veins were burrowing under his face like loaches.
But he still gritted his teeth and covered the bleeding wound, letting the blood stain his fingertips red, and never let out a cry of pain.
There was even a hint of weird excitement in those green eyes.
Shet.
Isn't this guy a masochist?
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and he raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the center of Gru's forehead.
"Are the members of the Stone family so hard-boned? Very good, I'll make it happen for you."
"Stop! Don't kill me! I said!"
"I kidnapped ten people. I took them to this house and tortured them."
The man finally collapsed and yelled, looking at Dean like a madman,
"After I vented my anger, I sold them to Europe!"
Dean glanced at the system. The investigation progress jumped from 10% to 15% after entering the door.
Too little, this guy is dishonest.
He sighed, a trace of pity appearing in his eyes,
"If I remember correctly, there was an old man in his seventies among the kidnapped people. Are people in Europe so not picky about food?"
call out--
The bullet breaks through the air.
A second blood hole burst out on Gru's right leg. He groaned and tried to cover the wound with one hand, but he couldn't. The gushing blood gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.
He sobbed, a cry came out of his throat, and tears flowed from the pain.
"You win, you lunatic!"
"I told you, they are in the house, go back...but let me bandage it first, I don't want to bleed to death."
…
Dean got two simple bandages and asked Gru to bandage the wound. He held the gun to the back of his head and led him across the hall and towards the kitchen.
At the same time, let the ghost armor further cover the body to avoid any traps.
The bright lights illuminated a complete range of kitchen utensils of various colors and a large scale, comparable to the kitchen of a formal restaurant.
Dean moved his nose, and on the cutting board on the stove was a large plate of chopped green parsley, rosemary, black pepper, sage, and more than ten kinds of spices.
Exudes a very layered, strong aroma.
Next to the spices are attractive foie gras, caviar, vegetable salad...
Dean looked at the limping Gru with a strange expression and joked,
"Were you cooking delicious food before? Are you going to have supper together when I come?"
"These are just appetizers." Gru said regretfully, holding his thighs and gasping for air, "I'll probably never have the chance to taste the main course."
…
Dean followed him to the innermost part of the kitchen, in front of the icehouse blocked by a silver stainless steel door.
Gru pressed the switch outside the door a few times to unlock it, and opened the door outwards. A burst of pale freezing air rushed out and quickly poured into the kitchen. The temperature of the kitchen instantly dropped several degrees.
Gru, who had lost too much blood, was shivering from the cold, and turned to look at Dean for permission.
But the rich experience of watching movies in his previous life told Dean not to enter an unfamiliar room casually.
Ran into the freezer to check?
Then when Gru Stone closed the door, wouldn't he become frozen meat?
Getting in was impossible.
Dean still pressed the gun against the back of Gru's head, ignoring the flash of disappointment on the other man's face.
Turn on God's perspective and search in the white and freezing air.
When the fog gradually cleared and visibility increased, he saw a purgatory-like scene.
At just one glance, Dean's chest felt tight, his abdomen was rolling, and there was a cold, vague, shrill wail in his ears, and his temples were beating strangely.
Thinking about the place outside the icehouse again, he understood everything, and looked at the man in front of him like an arrow.
"Faco, you monster!"
"No, no, no, as you can see..." The man's back was turned to Dean, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his tone exuded a strange sense of pleasure, "I just let them blend with me."
Dean's hand holding the gun shook a few times, and he resisted the urge to shoot this guy in the head.
"Are you still a human being?"
"We prefer to call ourselves 'Hunters.'" Gru endured the severe pain in his thigh and slowly turned his head to look at Dean. He noticed that the hateful mockery on the other person's face finally disappeared, revealing his naked body for the first time. murderous intent.
"Hunter? You're really going to put yourself in a good position." Dean took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood. He looked at the investigation progress, which was 70%. "Your family is so rich, you can buy everything." Come on, why do you want to degenerate into a demon? Are you bored in order to pursue excitement? "
Gru shook his head. Seeing Dean's strange attitude softening, he breathed a sigh of relief. A trace of memory flashed across his cheeks, "I was once as normal as you and despised such disgusting bestiality."
"I believe that 99% of normal people in the world hold this view."
"But it's a pity..." Gru changed his words and took a step back to approach the door. "I later discovered that I am not a normal person. I cannot survive on ordinary food like normal people."
"I have an innate 'talent'. I was born with an abnormal desire in my body than ordinary people."
"I have to eat special foods every once in a while, up to a month, otherwise, my body will get sick."
"This is just an excuse for your psychopathy." Dean moved the gun to the back of his neck.
"We went to more than a dozen of the most famous hospitals across the country and finally confirmed that this was not just a psychological problem, but also a physical, genetic, and genetic problem."
Gru's answer was unusually calm;
Dean asked, "What will happen if you keep eating normally?"
"This desire will completely destroy my sanity and turn me into a demon. When the time comes... I will destroy everything uncontrollably and devour everything until it is completely filled!"
"In order to stay sane and avoid losing control, I learned to actively hunt every once in a while."
The progress of the investigation skyrocketed.
Dean's expression changed. Are they really just some kind of alien creature wearing human skin?
"You have a missing brother who looks a lot like Tim Cambage..."
"Now that the matter is over, I won't hide it from you. He is not missing. I got sick a few years ago and accidentally hurt him. I feel very guilty. That's why when I saw Tim's face that looked exactly like him at Macy's, I I can't help but kidnap him, but I don't intend to hurt him."
The investigation progress jumped from 70% to 80%.
"Are you planning to treat me as a hunting target today?"
Gru nodded simply, his eyes moving up and down, exuding a terrifying greed and fear, "You are very strong, far beyond ordinary people. In the safe passage of the mall, I could smell your vitality and exuberance from a distance With vitality, I knew at that time that you were no ordinary person, and you were out to catch me."
"After that chance encounter in the mall, I fell in love with you, but I made a big mistake. I underestimated your ability." Gru said with a small compliment.
A row of prompts flashed before Dean's eyes.
The investigation progress is 100%.
The purpose of the event is accomplished.
Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.
extract.
Personal experience +30, lv2(260/300)→(290/300)
"Smell me?"
Dean remembers Tribeca making a similar statement.
This special group's sense of smell is extremely sensitive, comparable to that of hounds. Their physical fitness is close to fifteen, surpassing 99% of humans, so they have become a favorite in their eyes?
This one has been edited out.
(End of chapter)
