Paquet drove Rust home first.
Dean threw the blonde security guard's body into the DR-4539 off-road vehicle, wrote down the name on his work badge, collected a tube of his blood, and then drove all the way to Lake Mead and sank the body. Into the bottom of the lake.
Four hours later, near one in the morning, the blood analysis was completed.
Dean pretended to be a security guard and drove DR-4539 onto the I-15 highway in a swaggering manner, leaving clear images of his face under several gas station cameras.
…
After Dean cleaned up the traces, it was already two o'clock in the morning when he got home.
Paqui, who had changed into thick velvet pajamas, walked up behind him and handed him a can of juice.
"Rast?" Dean took the juice and took a sip.
"Sitting on the sofa in a daze, this kid is seriously injured and won't be able to recover in a short time." Paquet said hesitantly, "But if you do a full show, you'd better pretend to know nothing about it tomorrow, and then go to the LVPD to ask."
"kindness."
"By the way, was it fun to kill white people tonight?" He crossed his arms and looked at Dean with a burning gaze, "The thirty or so losers in the hall who only know how to run away are nothing more than that. Why are you in the corridor on the second floor? Kill eight bodyguards instantly?"
Dean said casually,
"Perhaps it was my ancestors who blessed me with good marksmanship. Why are you so entangled? No matter how good I am, I am not your nephew. I won't help you buy a house and provide for you in your retirement?"
Paquin's eyebrows furrowed, but the corner of his mouth grinned.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. But don't always play such a big role and kill dozens of people at every turn. I don't kill as many people as you can in one night."
"Now I give you the exact words your father once said. Those who drowned were all master swimmers."
"Don't worry, I'm not a pervert," Dean hesitated, "I will never... I try not to kill indiscriminately."
"Mark your words, go inside and leave me alone for a while."
Paquet looked at his nephew's strong back, lit a cigarette against the motorcycle in the yard, raised a weathered face, and puffed away at the dark night sky.
…
Dean walked into the living room, under the bright lights.
Rust was sitting on the sofa with his back hunched over. On his pale cheek that had been washed away from the blood, his bloodshot eyes that were as swollen as walnuts were staring directly at a bunch of red hair in his palm.
Grace's body was left at the scene to be used as evidence by the LVPD who followed.
So he could only take away this poor bunch of hair as a souvenir.
…
"Last?" Dean called from the seat next to him, but the other party didn't respond, as if he was deaf.
"Don't blame yourself, man, you have avenged Grace, you have done what you should do, and she doesn't want to see you so sad."
Seeing that he was indifferent, Dean couldn't help but think of another sensitive point.
Was Grace involved in this incident because of her own involvement? Due to the influence of the Law of Supernatural Convergence, she was involved in this incident and was killed.
The odds are high.
Dean was conflicted.
Obviously, the lonely homeless man Taimu claims that his superpowers are still rudimentary and have extremely limited impact on the people around him, allowing him to make friends, maintain close relationships, offset negative emotions with positive emotions, and maintain principles and reason.
But now it seems that's not the case at all.
First it was Abby, and now it's Rust's mother. Will other people around her suffer in the future?
Dean didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and just looked at Rust with a slight guilt.
"You don't have to worry about anything these days. You can stay at my house first and I will take care of the school and LVPD matters."
Dean hugged Rust's shoulders heavily, entered the bathroom on the second floor, locked it, and looked at the system.
event--
Missing Grace is 100% complete.
You helped Rust witness the end of his mother with his own eyes. This poor woman was kidnapped and killed by the chef of the Red Dragon Club who was crazy and obsessed with the way of transcendence, and became a victim of greedy humanity.
And this time you unleashed your desire and rage to kill and slaughtered the entire club, even the newcomers who had just joined.
Leave no hidden dangers, deserve rewards, and rewards can be withdrawn at any time.
extract!
Personal experience +100, personal level lv3 (200→300/400).
You have received a special reward——
In this incident, you accomplished a feat that you had not been able to accomplish in countless balance meditations in the past. You saw the "red dragon" up close for the first time and suffered a huge shock. At the same time, you also gained a part of "infinite wisdom" and "eternal power". Gift.
Your skill slot +1, 5/5 → 5/6.
You have obtained a set of matching actions to complete the Balance Meditation Method, and the meditation method has been upgraded to the Red Dragon Meditation Method lv2 (45/300):
Life and death are a never-ending cycle, and the red dragon in everyone's destiny receives the legacy of soul and vitality at the end of each cycle.
It hangs high in the sky forever, illuminating your path in the dark.
Through special breathing and movements, you can try to perceive it, even contact it, constantly absorb the wisdom and power of the past, and break the limits of this life.
During Red Dragon meditation, you will gradually enter a deep state of dormancy, quickly restore your physical and mental energy, and slowly improve your physical fitness.
Note:
This ability will balance your mental and will attributes. Each time you upgrade, the lower of the two attributes will be slightly to moderately improved, bringing them closer to balance and maintaining the "wisdom" state.
Each time you upgrade, you will further break the limits of the human body and enter a state of "power".
…
Dean looked at the mirror in front of the sink, and a large number of yoga-like movements flashed through his mind like a slideshow. They were exactly the movements recorded on the mural in the meditation room of the Red Dragon Club, but they were more detailed, and each movement had a detailed introduction. , the skill is integrated into his physical instincts, as if it has been trained thousands of times and can be used smoothly at any time.
Combined with the original special breathing method, a brand new system is formed.
After a long time, his eyes flashed with a star-like light.
The depression that had accumulated in my heart before turned into a touch of joy.
This incident not only gained him 100 experience points and improved his shooting level, but also solved a problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
"I finally get new superpowers."
This advanced version of the Red Dragon Meditation Method is a growth skill that is constantly practiced, and is both passive and active.
In the past, it mainly restored physical energy, but now it can also restore mental energy, providing him with endurance.
As for breaking the limit in the description, it means that as long as Dean keeps practicing, he can continuously increase the upper limit of the skill field and acquire new superpowers, paving the way for future development.
After intense excitement and surprise.
Dean took a handful of cold water and poured it on his face to calm down his emotions.
After a long time.
Another experience at the club flashed through his mind.
I originally thought that after dealing with the snake-haired man in the Leightonstone family's ancient mansion, the night-walking incident was completely over, but now it seems that there are still hidden dangers left in the body.
"Am I under the death curse of the snake-haired man Westen?"
That kind of trance-like state, as if some distant existence in time and space had summoned him and pulled him into another alien space.
Dean could still clearly feel the extremely strong impulse in his heart at that time, which tempted him to run desperately towards the unknown north.
"As long as I continue to kill people in large numbers, will I hear the call? Finally get the specific location of Midian, the monster paradise?"
Dean turned his eyes and shook his head.
"Forget it, I have to slow down..."
The former snake-haired man claimed that he was the weakest resident in Midian. Who knows how many tyrannical monsters might live there?
Dean didn't want to die, not to mention he always felt like there was some kind of trap waiting for him there.
…
Leave the bathroom.
Dean returned to his bedroom, closed the door, and took out the shackles.
Lying cross-legged on the ground.
Follow past patterns.
Release the souls of the Red Dragon Club newly accommodated in the shackles, and torture them one by one.
They are all ordinary people through and through!
"You obviously don't need to eat people, but you learn the behavior of monsters. This is more hateful than a real monster."
With continuous thrusts from the jiban, Dean mercilessly saved nine souls.
Proficiency +3*9, fighting level 2 (165→192/300), specializes in supernatural hunter, you have absorbed 0.2 spirit
Spirit: 15.3→15.5.
The tenth soul, the cook Al Daris, fell in front of him. Compared to the other ghosts with dull expressions and puppet-like expressions, his face actually had a trace of life.
Obviously the mind is more advanced, but it still cannot escape the rules of the answering machine.
"Where did you learn about red dragons?"
"I found in a medieval antique book that the red dragon is the infinite self, but also the devil, Satan, the destroyer who devours the world, but it can also bring about rebirth after destruction."
"If you find the red dragon, your soul and body will break through the limits, and you will be reborn."
"I conducted research based on antique books for over three years and digested over forty people using that set of meditative movements,"
"The weak spirit becomes strong and tireless."
“A body that was originally frail and sickly becomes healthier than a young person.”
"And managed to possess a glimmer of superpower akin to spiritual enlightenment."
…
Dean stared at the hazy soul body and revealed a strange light. Can ordinary people really slowly acquire superpowers by relying on this set of evil rituals?
"Where's that antique book?"
“I burned it and got everything in my head.”
Dean further inquired about the knowledge in the antique book, but unfortunately it only recorded a set of rituals that relied on eating, digesting and enlightening oneself.
Dean was extremely disgusted with relying on cannibalism to strengthen himself, so he decisively put the antique book aside and asked Al for more information about the club, whether there were other members outside, or branches in other areas.
Al gave a negative answer, which meant that Dean destroyed this small cult organization in one night.
"This world is really a mixed bag."
"There is an organization of sleepless people who have abnormal mental power and will do whatever it takes to gain power."
"There is also Midian, where humanoid monsters gather."
"Now, there is another group of Red Dragon cultists who are obsessed with reborn through perverted behavior."
…
None of the three organizations promotes justice and kindness. All their values are distorted, with “cannibalism” clearly written on their faces.
Because of this, Dean reminded himself that no matter what organization he encounters in the future, he must hide himself 100% first, otherwise he may be eaten to pieces by accident.
His eyes turned to El Daris in front of him, and the slate flashed in his hand.
You destroyed a ghost, proficiency +5, fighting level 2 (197/300), supernatural hunter activated.
You absorb 0.5 spirit, spirit: 15.5→16.
In addition to the previous 0.2, Dean has improved his spirit by 0.7 in a short period of time.
Suddenly, my temples were pounding, and the thoughts in my mind were boiling like boiling water. I couldn't control it, and all kinds of strange signs popped up, some of which were even extremely evil.
"North", the auditory hallucination of "North" comes again.
He endured the discomfort and summoned the "Shadow of the Past" for some experiments. His spirit broke through 16 points, and the shadow's maximum movement distance increased from 27 meters to 36 meters, and the maximum duration increased from 15 minutes to 20 minutes.
"Not bad, great progress."
He took a deep breath.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to experiment with the new red dragon meditation method.
The limbs are supported on the ground like a beast, and then the upper body is slowly lowered, and the chest and chin are slowly placed on the ground...one thigh is bent diagonally upward and behind the head, and raised to the top of the head, and then the other leg is also raised, and the insides of the legs hug each other. .
Finally, form a difficult, flexible posture using your chin as a support point to stand upside down.
Shooting was upgraded to a level not long ago, with enhanced sensitivity and slight improvement in balance. For ordinary people, Dean can perform extremely difficult actions with ease.
Special breathing is still taking place between the mouth and nose.
He got into the groove quickly.
The dark red star "Red Dragon" appeared in his mental field of vision, closer than ever before, so close that Dean could see the undulating and magnificent circles of craters above.
Immediately, Dean felt a strong gravitational force projected on himself.
The day's killings, madness, confusion, anger, and all the negative emotions flowed into the "Red Dragon" with this gravitational force, and were completely purified from the inside out.
Another stream of pure vitality and spiritual power returned.
He was addicted to it.
The night passed quietly.
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