"Don't jump!"
Dean yelled and rushed to the bridge, hugged the woman in red around the waist and hugged the guardrail.
The woman who was attacked immediately turned her face away as soon as her feet landed on the ground.
This face is as clear-cut yet soft as the facial features described in the book. Her eyes are like black gems washed by morning dew, shining with charming brilliance. A beauty mole near the corner of her mouth adds another third of her beauty. .
She was like a beating red flame, and she exuded a mind-blowing fragrance that made Dean's heart beat faster involuntarily.
"No wonder the Marcos are obsessed with her."
Dean calmed down the strange look in his eyes and said with concern,
"Are you okay, ma'am?"
"Lu Ben? God bless you, you are finally back. Without you during this period, I don't know what to do!"
The woman threw herself into his arms in surprise, and her clear and sweet voice was like a feather floating in the heart, tickling him.
"Why, you don't recognize me anymore? I'm Mary!"
"I-I was so happy that I didn't even react!"
Dean forced a smile and stared at the perfect face in front of him, feeling a strong sense of unreality and stiffness in his heart, as if he was enjoying the performance of a lifelike AI robot.
That's not what the book says.
According to the plot, he should have brought Mary to the tree and introduced themselves to each other.
But how could she recognize her identity at a glance?
Dean thought about the telegram, and suddenly realized that Mary must have met the real Lu Ben. The two got to know each other and swore an oath, and spent the first half of the book.
The current plot should officially enter the unknown second half!
But the real Luben was not with the heroine, so where did he go?
…
Mary wiped the crystal in the corners of her eyes with her slender fingers, pursed her red lips and looked up at him, "Tell me, how did you escape from the clutches of the devil?"
"What claws? Who captured me before?"
Dean's eyelids twitched,
"We fell in love at first sight, decided to get married in Reno, and then drove around the country together. But before we could set off, a humanoid monster suddenly fell from the sky and flew away." The woman's mouth was slightly curved and she said longingly, and suddenly her pretty face turned pale. Looking around, he looked nervous like a rabbit hiding from predators.
"Flying monster?" Dean's face turned dark.
"Why don't you remember anything?" Mary held the hem of her skirt in one hand, hugged his arm with the other and ran towards the bridge, saying with lingering fear, "I don't know what that is, she looks like a beautiful woman, but It has a pair of huge black wings on its back, and its nails and teeth are as gleaming as awls and hooks."
"Why did she catch me?"
"I don't know either!"
Mary's words fell into place.
The familiar sound of popping bubbles sounded in the air again.
Dean's steps suddenly stopped and he stared ahead with a sullen face.
The moonlight flowed across the dark Virginia Street Bridge like flowing water, and a graceful figure appeared out of thin air on the bridge ten meters away.
She stood still and naked, her figure was as beautiful as a Venus statue, but she had slender and strong arched calves like a werewolf, and a shallow layer of down on the large area of skin exposed to the air reflected silver light.
And her long black hair, as thick and messy as aquatic plants, covered the key parts of her body.
A face is exposed from the black hair, with high cheekbones and clear lines. It is not delicate, but has a wild charm.
The thin lips were smeared with bright red lip gloss, as if they were dripping with blood.
And a pair of eyes that were big and bright, but as dark as if possessed by a demon, without a trace of white, stared at Dean coldly.
The whole person exudes a poisonous and deadly beauty.
A burst of sweat broke out on Dean's forehead, and he woke up from his drunkenness. Then he summoned "ghost" armor and wrapped it around his body.
His eyes glanced at the thick-knuckled fingers of the woman opposite, which were covered with black pointed nails, and the toes were like sharp little hooks, very dangerous.
What the hell is this?
"Run, Luben! It's going to catch you!" Mary's pretty face tightened and she pulled Dean in front of him.
But this move stimulated the woman opposite. Her bright red lips opened, and her fine teeth clicked together.
Growling——
A burst of harsh sound waves swept through the air and brushed over the bodies of Dean and Mary. The two people suddenly seemed to have been hit on the head by a hammer. They were dizzy, and a trace of fishy sweetness came out of their throats and noses, and they froze in place motionless!
A pair of huge, dark, periosteum-covered wings sprouted from the back of the naked woman like a balloon. Her arched thighs compressed like springs and then suddenly released.
She jumped up and flew over the bridge.
Huhu——
A gorgeous flag studded with bone spurs was unveiled in the dark night.
The membrane wings flap.
The air current surges.
The half-human, half-bat woman hung in the air for a second, then fell towards the ground with a strong gust of wind.
In a flash of lightning, Dean pushed Mary away in front of him, then his shoulders shook, and he flew into the air out of control.
A pair of hooks on the woman's feet hooked his shoulders, and he flew away from the bridge like a gust of wind, rushing into the depths of the night, leaving the woman in red calling sadly on the bridge.
Bat Banshee takes Dean flying along the Truckee River.
The biting wind whipped at my cheeks and skin, the strong cold air rushed into my nose, and the wind whistled in my ears.
All the scenery was crawling beneath him, and the buildings along the Truckee River were retreating rapidly.
The soul and body break away from the constraints of gravity and soar freely!
Dean clenched his fists and immediately unclenched them.
To find Luben, he must go with the monster.
Less than 1 minute.
The monster flapped its wings and paused. Its flying body turned around and fell into a dark hole by the Truckee River. Then it released its paws and threw Dean to the wet and cold ground.
The latter instantly rolled to the ground to distance himself, faced the monster, and alertly opened his God's perspective.
With a perception of up to 13, Dean can maintain a certain degree of vision in the dark.
The surroundings were dark and humid, and there was an unpleasant smell of garbage in the air. There was water on the ground that submerged the soles of the feet, and green moss and aquatic plants grew on the circular side walls.
Deep in the tunnel, there was a faint glimmer of light.
"That's weird, how could there be a tunnel near here?"
According to common sense, the police and detectives had already searched it countless times.
It can only be that this hole, like Mary and Batgirl, appeared out of thin air!
Don't wait for him to continue thinking.
Standing at the entrance, Batgirl twisted her shoulders and retracted her huge shield-like wing membranes into the two scars on her back.
The fluff all over her body also began to slowly fade away, revealing her smooth, silky skin and her curvy figure.
Don't tell me, it looks pretty sexy in the dark.
"Who are you and why did you bring me here?!"
Dean asked cautiously.
But Batgirl didn't answer, and raised her pointed chin at him, gesturing for him to continue walking inside.
Dean's eyes flickered for a moment, and he slowly retreated toward the firelight deep in the tunnel.
And the monster just looked at him, with a hint of greed and violence in its dark eyes.
…
After turning a few corners in the tight darkness, Dean came to the end of the tunnel, a slightly drier open space.
The surrounding walls and ceiling are covered with strange-shaped milkstones and moss.
A warm and bright bonfire burned in the center of the open space, and an unkempt man sat near the bonfire in a daze.
He was wearing a shabby black windbreaker like a blanket. His messy flaxen hair hung down over his ears and the back of his neck. Because he hadn't showered for a long time, his wrists, cheeks, and exposed skin were dirty as if he had touched a layer of them. Mud, with this faint smell of rancidity all over his body, he was sloppier than a homeless man.
There was a pile of small bones lying at his feet. Fish and mice could be seen. Next to the bones was a cement bucket filled with dirty water.
The moment he saw him, Dean's investigation progress jumped a step, reaching 60%!
"Luben?" Dean shouted,
The man's shoulders trembled visibly, he turned his head, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, opened his mouth wide, and shouted with a thick nasal voice as if he had a bad cold,
"Shet! Am I dazzled... I have never written this plot. It is impossible for outsiders to get in. Who are you?!"
He roared, grabbed a torch and held it in front of him, and propped up his skinny body covered with dirt, like a sewer savage.
"Don't be afraid, I am a private detective specially hired by your father Marco Van Helsing... Dean," he spread his hands to show that he meant no harm.
"Marco sent you to find me?" The expression on Luben's unshaven face softened a little. His eyes swept over Dean's face, and he was stunned for a moment by the familiarity like looking in a mirror, "You, how did you follow I look exactly the same!”
"It's fake, disguised with special effects makeup." Dean patted his face and said sincerely, "Nowadays, the cosmetics industry is all about high technology, which can make the fake look real. Even ugly people can be painted as beautiful as gods."
"And you are the author of "Ruben Van Helsing". You should know that if I want to find you, I must first disguise myself as you, and then come to the Virginia Street Bridge at a specific time to trigger the plot in your book."
"That's right, as long as you follow the pattern in the book, you can trigger the plot. But it's too incredible." Luben's black eyes rolled and he lowered the torch pointed at Dean, "How did you think of it?"
Luben looked around at Dean's face, which belonged to him.
"It's not a big deal, I've seen other more bizarre and dangerous things." Dean felt the other party's hostility dissipate and breathed a sigh of relief, sitting by the campfire and warming his cold hands, "In short, we are friends, not enemies. Now, I hope you will answer me a few questions honestly."
"Ask," Lu Ben sat down opposite him and handed over a wooden skewer with a black grilled meat on it. "Want some?"
You can clearly see the big eyes of the "duck neck" that are staring at death, and the crispy black tail.
"Thanks, I'm not hungry now." Dean politely pushed away the roasted rat skewers, "Have you been staying here for the past six months?"
"Half a year? That's about the same time as I calculated. Well, I've never left the tunnel." Lu Ben touched the horizontal bars on the wall with his fingers and nodded.
"How do you survive?"
"The Bat Banshee regularly brings me food and drink, mice or fish every day... Although it looks scary and hard to accept, when grilled, it tastes a bit like chicken, crunchy and crunchy, and it's no problem filling my stomach." Ben's face was calm, as if he was recounting a trivial matter in life.
A trace of surprise flashed in Dean's eyes. This guy is very adaptable. He was locked up in such a dirty, damp, dark place and could only eat rats and fish every day, but his spirit still remained normal.
"I've only read the first half of your autobiography. I saw you saved Mary from jumping off the bridge, but I haven't read the second half," Dean asked, "What on earth is that bat monster?"
"Have you ever heard of a saying? Good things come hard," Lu Ben raised his eyebrows and explained seriously, "How can love be smooth sailing? Only by going through some hardships can it become stronger."
"..." Dean lowered his head, and the bonfire illuminated his blackened face.
Luben ignored it and continued to share his creative motivations calmly while taking a bite of rat skewers.
"Most stories will create a villain, so I created a villain, a virtual monster, based on the bats that often appear above the Virginia Street Bridge, adding a little fantasy element-"
"The woman who dropped her ring on the bridge had no intention of committing suicide by jumping into the river."
"And these women who jumped into the river, not all of them were as lucky as Mary to meet a hero like me. They were unlucky enough to fall into the water and drowned in the river."
"Their unwillingness and resentment gathered near the bridge and lingered for decades. Finally, they possessed a bat and transformed into a bat banshee."
"She was jealous of Mary who I saved, and she longed for a new relationship. So when Mary and I were about to start a new life, she kidnapped me, imprisoned us in a secret tunnel, and came to torture us every night Me, force me to submit, seduce me to mate.”
Mentions of mating.
Lu Ben's hoarse voice paused, his eyes serious behind his bangs,
"This is a test of my faithful love with Mary. I will never succumb to the threat of monsters."
"Do you think you are Shakespeare's Romeo?" Dean grinned, showing his pale teeth, and clenched his fists, "Wouldn't it be better to write a sweet love story? You have to go overboard and lay hidden dangers for yourself."
“Before this book, I had no idea that what I wrote would become a reality!”
A stubborn expression appeared on Luben's dirt-covered face, and he looked at Dean without flinching.
"Forget it, the awakening of superpowers is irregular, and I don't blame you." Dean stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go, leave this hellish place with me, and go see Mary and your father Marco!"
"NO," Luben shook his sizzling hair and said with a hint of longing, "According to the plot in the book, I will stay here for a full year before I can finally reunite with Mary."
"How did you deal with that monster half a year later?" Dean was a little confused, "Also, how did you write the ending of this book?"
Lu Ben grimaced and remained silent for the first time, obviously not wanting to mention the ending.
Dean's eyes flashed with a cold light.
No matter what, we can't let this brain-cramped guy stay any longer. After all, there are still three or four days left in the event time limit.
"Are you sure you want to stay for another half a year? Your father Marco can't wait that long!" Dean lamented,
"What happened to that stubborn old man?" Lu Ben's tone trembled and he became nervous.
"He was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long ago, and he is currently lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital. According to the doctor, he can live for at most one or two months." Dean said sorry to Marco, "In half a year, you will If you go back again, you will only see his tombstone."
"I still remember Marco lying on the hospital bed begging me to rescue you, even if I lose everything!"
At this time, even the thick beard and mud stripes could not hide the uneasiness and fear on Ruben's face. He couldn't help but break a wooden stick and threw it into the fire.
"It's less than a year and we can't get out. The Bat Banshee strictly abides by the settings in the book, guarding the exit and never allowing us to leave, and I didn't set any other exits."
Dean muttered,
"Then let's sneak out while it goes out to look for food."
"As long as I leave the range of the campfire, it can sense it immediately."
"Follow my ass and I'll take care of it myself!"
"Detective Dean, I advise you not to die. It is a supernatural monster that I have spent many years carefully designing with reference to vampires, Frankenstein, gargoyles, and bats."
"Not only can it fly, it is as fast as lightning, and it can master special sonic attacks. The most important thing..." Lu Ben said with a proud face, "Conventional attack methods cannot completely destroy it."
"Even if you have Superman's Cyclops and burn it to ashes, it will quickly regenerate from the ashes because its essence is not a normal life form."
"..."
"Why did you make the villain so powerful?"
"The guys at the publishing house have always thought that my writing was old-fashioned, so I tried to innovate and give them a little surprise." Luben said seriously, "The more difficult the villain is to deal with, the more indestructible the relationship between Mary and I will be."
Dean rubbed his temples, "Didn't you arrange a fatal weakness for the bat demon?"
"There is one." Luben said hesitantly.
"Then you're not stupid after all. What's your weakness?"
"True love." Luben's eyes flashed with holy light, "The Bat Banshee was born out of the resentment and jealousy of the women who drowned themselves in the river. Only true love can melt the ice in its heart, allowing it to feel relieved, liberated, and disappear. "
"Where can we two men find true love?" Dean's voice became as suppressed as a volcanic eruption.
"It doesn't have to be love between a man and a woman. According to the settings in my book, as long as it feels warm and affectionate, it can comfort it and defeat it!" Lu Ben defended,
"I can't accept you as my godson and give you some fatherly love. Can Bat Banshee understand our conversation?"
"According to the setting, she can only understand simple conversations. Our conversations are too complex for her to understand."
"I can't worry about it anymore. Please introduce its abilities to me in detail. When it comes in to mate with you, I'll take action!"
(End of chapter)
