On the Virginia Street Bridge at night, after the roar of gunfire, everything fell silent again.
"Did you hit it, Dean!" Luben said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, but you can't kill it, you can only delay it." Dean, who was lying on the hood of the car and holding the gun, looked at the system. There was no killing prompt, so even the sniper rifle couldn't completely kill the Bat Banshee.
"Think of something, Lu Ben, otherwise this guy will continue to haunt you!"
"According to the setting in the book, only pure love can destroy the Bat Banshee!" Luben and Mary next to him touched their foreheads, and the woman looked at each other with admiration. "I have an idea. Lend me the knife and use Dean."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Marco held the trunk with his right hand, and his doubtful eyes flickered between the two of them, "Love, setting, Bat Banshee, what do you mean?"
But few people had time to explain.
Dean jumped off the hood of the car, took out the shackle from his arms and handed it over.
Luben carefully used the tip of the blade to draw his and Mary's fingers, letting the blood from both sides mix on the blade, and the blade surface immediately flashed a coquettish and sharp red.
"As long as the Bat Banshee is stabbed by it, it will be wiped out and will never be resurrected!" Luben solemnly handed the knife back to Dean, who frowned at the absurdity.
The blood of a couple mixed with each other is the so-called magic weapon for winning. Is it really effective?
But Dean was not allowed to think too much.
There was a strong wind in the night sky, and suddenly there was a whirring sound of flapping wings behind everyone.
As soon as they turned around, they saw a naked woman flying out of a low forest. A layer of fine hair on her skin shone like silver in the moonlight.
The horrific blood hole created by a sniper rifle in the middle of his chest was still flowing with blood.
She jumped out, without any pause, and swooped towards the crowd with her teeth and claws bared.
The wild and charming face grew bigger and bigger, revealing an ugly bat-like nose, a gaping mouth that reached to the base of the ears, and a mouth of jagged teeth.
The fishy wind exhaled from it makes people want to vomit.
Just in time!
Dean clenched the blood-stained tablet in his hand and threw it towards the Bat Banshee.
A little cold star twinkles.
The board drew a silver straight line, and hit the bat monster's neck with a pop, causing a bloody mouth.
The blood on the blade poured into the body along the wound, like a dose of anesthetic poison!
Plop!
Heavy objects fall to the ground!
The bat monster's galloping body suddenly paused, as if it had hit a wall of air, and fell onto the grass beside a short tree. The strong inertia carried her forward for a while.
In the flying grass clippings, she hit Bronco who was parked on the side of the road hard.
The car shuddered.
She lay motionless behind the car facing him.
The four people beside the car had different expressions.
Luben and Mary hugged each other closely, holding their breath, surprised and disbelieving. The enemy that had troubled them for half a year actually died so easily?
Marco's withered right hand touched his chest, and his wrinkled old face stared in horror at the woman with bat wings not far from the car.
Swallowed.
How could a good love story suddenly turn into a fantasy story?
Dean's tense face did not relax at all.
A strong uneasiness in my heart was like the sword of Damocles hovering above my head, ready to strike down at any time!
"Stay away, everyone!"
The three of them subconsciously obeyed the order and quickly moved away. Dean immediately took out the MP5 from the car, held the butt of the gun in his arms and put it on his shoulder, and pointed it at the corpse five meters away.
Da da da--
The black hole of the muzzle spurted flames.
White smoke surged, the sound of gunshots was deafening, and the barrage like a rainstorm accurately covered the monster's left bat wing, breaking through and tearing a thin film between the joints, and a large crater of bullet holes appeared on the ground.
At the same time, the Shadow of the Past manipulated the bloody slate to aim at its right wing and cut wildly, cutting off the largest piece of membrane, making it look like a tattered and leaky flag.
…
Dean poured out a magazine like a storm, clicked, clicked, and quickly moved the fingers of his hands to replace the spare magazine.
But his movements were smooth.
Roar!
A roar clears the night sky,
A terrifying shock wave erupted with the bat monster as the center, uprooting patches of lawn and blowing into the night sky.
It pierced the eardrums of four people present.
Shadow spontaneously pushed Dean to the ground.
The next second.
The bat monster charged towards Luben and the three men like a four-legged beast!
Wails, broken bones, blood spilled.
…
When Dean wakes up from dizziness.
Marco groaned with cold sweat on his back as he leaned against the car. His right arm lay limply on the side and twisted into a twist. The broken bones of his elbow pierced the skin and exposed it to the air, dripping with blood and flesh.
Mary was leaning against a palm tree, her face pale as she covered a horrific wound between her collarbone and neck. Blood was pouring out crazily, making the close-fitting red dress even brighter.
She gasped in pain, but her eyes were fixed on the front, and she repeated mechanically, "Luben, Luben."
Ahead, the Bat Banshee held the road book under her arm and ran towards the bridge, like she was holding a kite. She flapped her wings and wanted to fly, but the wing membranes had been scratched by Dean, leaving almost only a bare skeleton. Can't fly.
…
Dean leaned on the hood of the car, operated the sniper rifle again, removed the scope, and aimed at the Bat Banshee in the distance at close range.
boom!
The sound waves were emptied, and a pale air flow appeared in mid-air.
The running bat monster's body suddenly trembled and howled, and its left calf was instantly broken and twisted.
She lost speed and limped toward the bridge.
Dean jumped out of the car and pursued the Bat Banshee with long strides while holding an MP5 on the Bat Banshee's back.
Half of the bullet hit the target, and then got stuck in the tough skin of the bat monster's back, unable to penetrate deep!
Worried about accidentally injuring Lu Ben, Dean simply stopped shooting and chased after him like lightning.
They stepped onto the Virginia Street Bridge one after another. Bat Banshee hugged Ruben and leaned against the guardrail of the bridge. She bared her teeth and growled viciously at Dean behind her.
Dean slowly approached the other party and shortened the distance between them.
Fifty meters.
Forty meters.
Roar!
The bat monster's sharp awl-like right claw rested on the pale-faced Luben's neck, and then he moved his chin, signaling Dean to back away. He took a deep breath, slowed down his steps, and did not dare to approach recklessly again.
"Leave me alone, Dean, let him take me away!" Luben, whose neck was stuck, pretended to be calm and shouted, "According to the plot, I will definitely be able to escape in half a year. Go back and take care of Marco and Mary!"
"Shut up, brat, I can't let you act like a hero here!" The old man panted heavily and staggered not far behind Dean. His cheeks were wrinkled like orange peels due to the pain of fractures. His red eyes turned to the ferocious monster, and he straightened his back.
"This... beautiful lady, what is the use of taking away such a waste with no money and status? Let Lu Ben go, and I will go with you! I opened a clinic and am barely a rich man."
Roar!
The dark pupils of the Bat Banshee swirled between Luben and Marco, her expression becoming more and more irritable and uneasy, but the private detective who had made her suffer enough and even died once was staring at him with eyes as cold as a poisonous snake. , seemed ready to launch a thunderous strike.
Crisis intuition makes Bat-succubus dare not act rashly.
"Go away, old man, go back and run your clinic!" Luben mercilessly yelled at the self-sacrificing old man, "Don't always pretend to say that it's for my own good. I know exactly what your purpose is."
"You have always wanted to turn me into a reproductive tool for the Van Helsing family and give me orders."
"You keep pointing fingers from above, hitting me with disgusting words, trampling on my ideals and pursuits, and making my life a mess, getting worse and worse!"
"I've had enough, I don't want to see you again, get out!"
This ruthless roar made the old man cover his mouth. The night wind suddenly became extremely cold, causing his old and thin body to sway like a rotten dead tree. He almost fell to the ground, and crystal tears filled his eyes.
"You are right, I am a terrible father. I have always ignored your feelings and kidnapped your ideals."
"Now it's my turn to atone for my sins. I'm over sixty years old and I don't have a few more years to live."
"Let me leave on your behalf, and no one will interfere with your life in the future." Marco choked, and said sadly and sincerely, "You can be with Mary forever, and you can pursue your dream of being a writer to your heart's content."
"Don't keep Mary waiting."
Lu Ben's face was stunned for a moment, and he looked not far away, where a graceful girl in a red dress staggered onto the bridge.
The bat monster holding him also saw his "love rival", and his mood became unstable again. His pure black pupils shrank, his breathing became heavy, and the charming and pretty face belonging to a woman began to quickly evolve into a wrinkled and ugly bat face.
At this time, the wind died down.
Dean, who had been waiting quietly, glanced at Marco, who was crying beside him, and Luben's words in the cave flashed in his mind——
"It doesn't have to be love between a man and a woman. According to the setting in my book, as long as the bat monster feels warm love, family affection is also acceptable, you can comfort it and defeat it!
Taking advantage of the moment when the bat monster's attention was attracted to Mary.
Dean moved.
His left hand brushed across Marco's eyes and cheeks, wiping away his warm tears.
The right hand grasps the bloody altar tightly.
He clasped his hands together, and his tears wiped away the sharp edge of the tablet.
Throw!
The shadow of the past dragged the board to draw a semicircle, and silently passed over the Bat Banshee's back, leaving a bloody mark.
A wound so slight that it can be ignored has created a miracle!
The Bat Banshee froze as if she was immobilized by magic. She involuntarily let go of her claws that were threatening Luben, staggered her deformed body, and took two steps back.
Boom!
The dazzling fire light lit up, and the Bat Banshee seemed to be doused with a layer of gasoline and then pushed into the sea of fire.
Raging flames instantly engulfed its body, and the scorching light shattered the dark night.
Several people on the bridge were stunned by this sudden change, their eyes widened and they said nothing.
In the boiling white smoke, the tight and twisted face of the Bat Banshee suddenly relaxed, revealing a smile of relief, with a relaxed and happy female voice. Her burning body, from her feet to her head, inch by inch, was weird. The ground turned into burning pages, scattered all over the sky.
The pages of the book are filled with densely packed words...like a rough draft. When the night wind blows, they float to the Truckee River under the bridge and turn into ashes along with the flames.
And a reminder flashed across Dean's eyes.
You completely destroyed the fantasy creation-Bat Banshee, Fighting lv2 (220→230/300), Shooting lv3 (10→20/400).
"Did we win?" Marco looked at Dean in disbelief and stammered, "Did we defeat that evil spirit?"
"It seems so." Dean tilted his head and thought for a while.
"Luben!"
"Mary!"
Two screams.
The freed writer and the lady in red embraced each other again.
The strength is so strong and the posture is so close, as if he is trying to rub the other person into his body and merge into one.
Lu Ben couldn't help but kiss his girlfriend's neck, but his mouth was bright red. His face froze, and he was horrified to find that the gap in Mary's neck was spraying blood like a fountain, soaking her whole body, including her long flaxen hair.
Her face was bloodless, with a kind of deathly grayness and numbness. The black gem-like eyes that looked up at him were rapidly losing their luster and becoming dim.
"Luben... Luben..."
Her voice was weak, and her lips smeared with blood reflected a cruel beauty.
"No, Mary, don't scare me!"
Luben picked up the woman in a princess hug, and traces of blood dripped down her high heels and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.
Boom!
Mary's gorgeous red dress spontaneously combusts without fire.
The strong firelight illuminated her closed eyes and lifeless face.
Boom!
Mary's whole body turned into flames, and burning drafts covered with writing flew out of the flames and flew into the distant night sky.
"No! The plot shouldn't be like this. I've never written it like this! I didn't write it like this!"
The heartbroken Luben opened his arms and hugged him desperately, but he couldn't hold him. The drafts scattered one by one, just like the previous bat monster, which turned into ashes.
He stretched out his hand as hard as he could, stumbled after the last piece of paper in the air, and crossed the guardrail of the bridge with one foot.
"Luben, come back, don't do anything stupid!" Marco rushed to the bridge dragging his broken arm to grab him.
"Don't come over, or I'll jump right away!" Lu Ben turned to smile at him, his smile full of despair and a complicated relief.
"You know, Marco, I didn't have an ending to this book, but now it has an ending."
He stared into space and seemed to see Mary's loving smile. He nervously announced loudly,
"Reuben Van Helsing and Mary defeated the Bat Banshee with the help of Detective Dean and reunited. However, Mary was seriously injured and could not be cured. In the end, Reuben chose to hug his lover and walk together from Virginia Street. Jumped off the bridge, jumped into the Truckee River, never to be separated.”
never separate--
The decisive declaration echoed across the bridge.
"Is this really love?"
Dean interrupted him with a cold question, and then supported the old man who was about to faint in front of him.
As if he was insulted, Lu Ben turned his head angrily and glared at him,
"Do you know why you and Mary's blood can't kill the villain in the book?" Dean broke his fantasy word by word, "Because - there is no love between you and her at all!"
"Shut up! You're talking nonsense!" Lu Ben stammered with a blushing face, as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot.
But the scene just now flashed in my mind involuntarily. Why couldn't I kill the Bat Banshee if my blood was mixed with Mary's?
This violates the setting in the book.
He was confused and frightened.
Seeing the panic on the other side's face, Dean's voice became calmer,
"Ruben Van Helsing, your power is very magical. You turned the plots in the book into reality. You gave life to the characters Mary and Bat Banshee in the book."
Dean's voice changed.
"But you are not God. You can at most make illusory creatures come alive, but you cannot give them souls."
Yes, Dean's womb killed the Bat-succubus, but failed to absorb any souls.
"Mary has no soul, so everything she says and does is as perfect and unreal as a performance. And how can something without a soul express true love to you?"
Lu Ben's face suddenly lost all color, and his body was shaking like chaff.
"Mary and Bat Banshee are just puppets operating according to the plot pattern in your book. Everything they do is just a set performance!"
"So when I disguise myself as you, I can also trigger the plot!"
Luben held his head.
"Luben, for the past many years, you have locked yourself in a narrow apartment, constantly weaving beautiful dreams to wrap yourself tightly and cover up your fragile heart."
Dean paused, cruelly destroying his last hope,
"But fantasy is just fantasy after all, and what's fake is fake. The so-called great love between you and Mary is just your self-deception!"
"And your father Marco's tears easily killed the Bat Banshee, which proves that he is the one who truly loves you!"
Dean's words were as sharp as a sword, piercing his heart. Luben, who was sitting on the edge of the bridge, was defeated, and he burst into tears from his throat.
"Wake up and face reality!"
"No!" Lu Ben was extremely unwilling and yelled madly.
"Lu Ben!" Di Yan asked decisively,
"Would you rather devote all your time, energy, and life to the cold fantasies in your mind and the desires in your heart, than give any of it to your relatives who truly love you?"
"Can you bear to watch his white-haired man giving away his black-haired man?"
Luben looked up at Marco with difficulty.
The old man's face was full of pleading, and his straight back also knelt quietly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. For the first time, he bent down towards his ridiculous son.
But Lu Ben took a deep breath, grinned bitterly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"I'm sorry...Marco, I haven't made you proud once since I was a child. This time I'm going to let you down again. Let me be willful for the last time and put an end to my work!"
The words fell.
Lu Ben closed his eyes, opened his arms, put his head down, and jumped off the bridge resolutely.
Free fall!
No!
Marco's knees went weak and he fell to the ground, wailing helplessly.
Dean watched the scene expressionlessly.
…
Huhu——
Luben's body fell rapidly under the influence of gravity, and the cold air penetrated crazily into his nose, ears and throat, and he felt tearing pain.
Heart pounding.
Extreme difficulty breathing.
At the same time, an indescribable fear took over his body and mind from the inside out.
A scum like me that hurts the feelings of my loved ones will go to hell.
he said to himself.
But I completed the last work of my life.
Die without regrets.
Lu Ben showed a relieved smile, and then lost consciousness.
…
Whoosh—
Something miraculous happened on the Virginia Street Bridge.
A lying body slowly flew from under the bridge to the bridge, as if a powerful invisible force pulled him back to the world from the abyss.
He landed smoothly on the bridge, his whole body intact, but he fell into a coma due to excessive emotion.
God!
The gray-haired old man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then sobbed and rushed over to help his lost son.
"You still want to commit suicide in front of me?"
Dean crossed his hands on his chest, shook his head and smiled, taking back the shadow of the past that wrapped around Lu Ben's body, and took another deep look at Lu Ben,
"Now that you are willful for the last time, return to reality honestly!"
(End of chapter)
