After returning to the hotel, Dean immediately loaded all the weapons, equipment and supplies in the trunk of the car into the fantasy space.
Entering the guest room, he took out the compact M1900, a box of .45 Colt automatic pistol bullets, and a box of 9mm Parabellum automatic pistol bullets, and tried to load them.
Obviously the size of the M1900 black magazine looks small and can only accommodate .32ACP, but Dean loaded the bullets with exceeding caliber into the magazine very smoothly.
It's as if the moment your finger puts the bullet into the magazine, the magazine suddenly expands and automatically sucks the bullet in, and it can be loaded with ten rounds of .45ACP and ten rounds of 9mm Parmo.
The reloading speed is also much faster than ordinary pistols.
".45ACP has strong stopping power and 9mm handkerchief bullet has strong penetrating power...can be selected according to different occasions."
"I'll buy some .44 Magnum for hunting in the future...to deal with the big guys."
"With this pistol, I own all types of pistols, including the Desert Eagle and Locke 17 that have not yet been born... and the power is not reduced, but the firing sound and recoil are reduced by 90%. It is worthy of the name of all-rounder."
Dean played with the M1900 fondly, and also studied the fantasy space by the way. He used local materials to put slippers, table lamps, blankets, and even TV sets in the hotel into the space and took them out.
He also activated his newly upgraded God's perspective on a whim and observed every move of the guests in other rooms within thirty meters through the thick wall.
Had a great time.
…
After Dean studied for a long time, the fatigue of fighting the Bat Banshee came over him.
Then she changed into a soft and spacious pajamas and sat on the bed, with her knees slightly shoulder-width apart, her buttocks dropped to her heels, her eyes lightly closed, and her back straight.
The body is held in a posture similar to Vajrasana in yoga.
His chest rose and fell slightly in a regular manner, and he imagined the star "red dragon" hovering in the universe in his mind.
At a certain moment, he suddenly turned from stillness, and pulled the heels of his left and right feet to his navel with both hands, forming an extreme sitting position of embracing his feet. Then he stretched his hands forward, turned his palms inward and placed them on the ground in front of his body, pointing his fingers. Then, stretch your feet back and let your knees touch the bed as a point of support.
Press your abdominal ribs against your elbows and exhale——
The blanket fluttered like cotton wool with this breath.
Dean's torso moved forward, his body weight fell on the wrists and hands supporting the mattress, and he slowly raised his legs backwards. Finally, his legs straightened and hung in the air, and his muscles tensed, forming a head-down-foot-top position. slash pose.
The raised legs are like a peacock's unfolded screen.
…
Dean kept his posture still for two minutes, relying on his physique, strength, agility, and will that exceeded ordinary people.
Until sweat appeared on his forehead, he sat back on the bed, relaxed his body and stopped moving.
In the past, Red Dragon Meditation consisted of sitting still, but now it has a series of supporting movements that require extremely high flexibility, strength, and endurance, and the difficulty has increased dramatically.
If Dean hadn't turned Red Dragon Meditation into a skill long ago and engraved it into his body's instincts, he wouldn't have been able to enter meditation while in motion.
By the way, he had no intention of revealing the complete Red Dragon Meditation to Lu Ben.
…
The next day, a refreshed Dean finished washing up, changed into sportswear, looked in the mirror, and grinned cheerfully.
Skill proficiency has also increased a bit, Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (63/300).
He left the hotel and went to the hospital. When he arrived at the door of the ward, he found that the place was as busy as a shopping mall.
Reporters, police officers maintaining order, and patients watching the excitement gathered around Luben's ward. Dean leaned over to listen to a few words, and then he heard a miracle. He survived half a year of wandering, and his father's love moved God.
"Sorry, excuse me." The old man in the ward caught a glimpse of Dean, immediately said hello to a few friends, took him to a remote corner, and explained in a low voice, "Doctors without professional ethics leak information to outsiders. When news of Ben's return came to light, reporters gathered around him like a cat smelling fish, and the police also came to ask him about his disappearance for half a year, preparing to close the case."
"Have you forgotten what I warned you before?" Dean shook his head in displeasure, "Luben's secret must not be leaked."
"Don't worry, I sternly warned that kid. He is not a fool, and he doesn't want to be sent to a mental hospital. He will definitely keep his mouth shut. There is no way that his best friend Jero will know the inside story."
"Then how do you explain it to the outside world?"
"Six months ago, Luben's work was rejected by the publishing house. He was so disillusioned and drank too much that he impulsively left Reno on foot and started wandering around."
"He couldn't hold on anymore, so he walked back using his memory, and fell down on the Virginia Street Bridge. He happened to be saved by me, his father, who went to find him, and was taken to the hospital."
"The TV stations and publishing houses heard about his legendary experience and were actually willing to pay a lot of money to republish his works."
Dean couldn't help but lament that fate was full of drama.
"Publishing is okay, but don't mention a single word that shouldn't be mentioned, otherwise God won't be able to protect you."
Marco made a solemn promise and looked back at his son who was awkwardly and excitedly being interviewed by the hospital bed, with a smile on his lips.
"There are too many people and I won't go in. Please give me a message and let Luben train hard. I have a suggestion. At this stage, he can write a diary to record his daily training and improve training efficiency and physical fitness."
Luben's ability should be closely linked to reality. He cannot completely make something out of nothing and write completely out of logic.
The more realistic the plots of his works are, the higher the probability that the plots in the books will translate into reality.
Marco nodded, "When everyone leaves, I'll let him give it a try."
"I have to pick up my girlfriend for a trip to Lake Tahoe, and I'll come see you in two days."
"Can I help you find a good tour guide?"
"No need."
"Then you must accept our wishes." Marco handed Dean a large check of ten thousand dollars. "I thought about it again. You helped Luben be reborn, so you should get more."
…
Dean accepted the check and the deposit reached 140,000 again.
He immediately left the hospital and went into the mall to buy a bouquet of roses and some supplies and put them into his fantasy space.
Next to the bouquet, there are a number of weapons and ammunition, as well as a dozen emergency energy bars, and several bottles of drinking water. However, because the scorpion contains the shadow of the past, it cannot be placed in the space.
Although 2 cubic meters is insignificant, its fantasy features prevent it from wasting every nook and cranny and can accommodate more things than 2 cubic meters in the conventional sense.
In addition, Dean tested it several times and found that the temperature of the imaginary space is almost constant at seven or eight degrees, and the brightness is soft and moderate, because there is a slight intersection with the outside world and there is still thin air in the space.
Dean can make small-scale adjustments to the space based on his subjective consciousness, making the space brighter or darker.
The same is true for environmental conditions such as temperature, which can be adjusted within a certain range above and below the ambient temperature.
These adjustments cost nothing and take effect immediately, which is convenient and trouble-free.
…
After preparations were completed, Dean drove out of downtown Reno and rushed to the Reno International Airport in Washoe County in the southeast. He waited at the terminal until almost nine o'clock in the morning.
"Gretchen, this way!"
Dean waved towards the arrival hall.
A beautiful girl in blue sportswear and carrying a shoulder bag turned around, smiled brightly, ran over and jumped on him, clamping him with her legs like a sloth.
Dean hugged her and spun her around, smelled the familiar smell in her braids, and bowed slightly to take the backpack from her hand.
"Welcome to Reno, tour guide Dean is at your service."
"You have some conscience. You didn't just take advantage of your spring break trip and leave me alone in Las Vegas." The girl punched him in the chest half-complainingly.
Dean smiled apologetically. In the past period of time, he was worried about the law of convergence and had indeed neglected his girlfriend.
But now, he found that whether he hid or not, he would have to face it sooner or later.
And in a few months, it was time for him to graduate and leave.
"By the way, I have a surprise for you."
Dean put his open hand in front of the other person, "Look carefully, don't blink."
Gretchen folded her hands around her chest and slightly curved her mouth, and saw the other person's palms moving funny and fast in front of her eyes for a few seconds, during which she touched her chin honestly.
The next second, Gretchen's bright blue eyes widened in surprise and she covered her red lips.
Dean's flying palm suddenly grasped, and he immediately grabbed a bunch of delicate roses from the void.
A little blond girl next to her, who was holding hands with her mother and looking around, happened to see this scene, her chubby little face and her mouth opened in an O shape.
"This is for you." Dean held the rose in front of Gretchen, and the girl held it in her arms and smelled it with surprise and sweetness.
The bright red roses made her fair and delicate face look more charming.
Gretchen hugged him and walked out of the terminal, her blue eyes blinking with curiosity, "When did you learn magic?"
"I'm not just learning art from a teacher in Reno. You are my first audience." Dean has unlocked a new use of fantasy space this time.
Gretchen leaned over and kissed him with satisfaction,
The two got into the car and started driving along the road to the mountains, preparing to reach the Lake Tahoe area directly.
"Martina originally wanted to invite Thomas to come and travel with her, but unfortunately Thomas was too busy to come." Gretchen in the passenger seat deftly peeled off a chocolate, stuffed half of it into her mouth, and gave the other half to the driver. In front of Dean's mouth,
"Um...Is there a new case?" Dean glanced at her moist lips and asked,
"It's the same case as last time at the Red Dragon Club. The fifth team was assigned to FBI agent Bradley Lincoln by the new director. He had to work overtime every day to cooperate with that workaholic."
Is the director really out of class? Another FBI?
Dean looked out the window at the winding road and frowned, "Is there any progress in the case?"
"According to Thomas, the three bodyguards who escaped from the Red Dragon Club are still at large." Gretchen said casually, "In my opinion, the new FBI will probably leave in despair in a few months."
"Okay, let's not talk about these troublesome things." Dean breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you been to Reno before?"
"No!" Gretchen said happily, "But I heard that there are ski resorts, cable cars, and the most beautiful lakes here... You can fish and hike... Do I want to try skiing?"
"I'll have fun with you this time."
…
When the slope of the road begins to rise, there are more and more green trees in the mountains and forests on both sides, and they are covered with snow. Clumps of snow can be seen everywhere on the side of the road soil with dead branches and leaves.
The temperature below the mountain is still over 20 degrees, the sun is shining brightly, and the climate is mild and pleasant. However, the altitude inside the mountain is too high and it is in the shade, so the snow does not melt all year round.
A strong contrast was formed.
The two drove together for several hours, away from the city and deeper into the mountains and forests with fresh air.
At a certain moment, they arrived at a quiet, deserted place with great scenery by Lake Tahoe.
Behind you are the rolling snow-capped low mountains, with clusters of snowy slopes scattered in random patterns.
The clouds in the sky are extremely spectacular, as big and thick as cotton wool, as if they are right in front of you, you can reach out and touch them, and they are so white without any impurities, as if the snowflakes on the hillside have drifted to the sky with the wind and turned into white clouds.
Directly in front is the vast expanse of Lake Tahoe. The surface of the lake is as deep and blue as sapphire, and the water near the shore shows different color gradients due to its depth.
Further away in some coastal areas, the undulating buildings of the resort can be vaguely seen.
Looking from a distance, the blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, green water, and the grassland at your feet merge into one, and it is as beautiful as a landscape painting with a far-reaching artistic conception.
Dean stood nearby, as if his body and mind were being washed, and he was intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
…
"boom!"
He ducked suddenly and instinctively.
A cloud of snow exploded on the grass behind him.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Gretchen bending down to replenish "ammunition" from the ground. She quickly picked up a snowball in her right hand, hooked her fingers at him provocatively with her left hand, and smiled.
"Today I'm going to let you taste the feeling of total defeat!"
A breeze blew a few bangs on Gretchen's forehead, brushing against the curved corners of her delicate face. That beautiful smile dazzled Dean for a moment.
From Dean's perspective, the lake behind her and the white snow under her feet made her skin whiter, and her tall figure under the sportswear became more embossed.
The scenery is beautiful and the people are even more beautiful.
Dean decided to teach this American girl a profound lesson, grabbed a snowball and threw it at her.
Soon Dean threw his defeated subordinate into the grass and gave him a harsh lesson out of breath.
…
After a long time, the sweaty two separated. Gretchen held her high chest to catch her breath, threw her sneakers on Dean angrily, and ran barefoot into the lake.
A row of small footprints were left on the beach.
"If you want to swim, book a hotel first. The water is very cold today, so be careful of catching a cold."
Dean suggested loudly from behind,
"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare to swim with me and see who can swim to the pier on the other side first!" The woman raised her chin and challenged him a second time unconvinced, her snow-white face still stained with a delicate blush. , blue eyes rippling with water, "The winner decides today's dinner."
"Naive, do you think you can win by changing the project?"
Dean fought decisively.
"I'll let you learn some more lessons."
The two took out their swimsuits from the car and put on them. Gretchen also put on her braids and a swimming cap.
The two of them had already been exhausted from the strenuous exercise just now, so they didn't need to do any preparatory activities and went straight into the water.
The water temperature is very low.
But they have good physiques and can persist.
Gretchen was determined to avenge her shame, so she swam to the pier on the other side, waving her hands to push away pieces of crystal water. Her snow-white skin and proud figure appeared and disappeared, and her posture was as graceful as a mermaid.
Dean pretended to catch up with him in a freestyle style for a while, then slowed down while the opponent wasn't paying attention, turned on his God's perspective, and searched the 20 meters of water in the lake area.
Soon he found a salmon covered in light-colored dots.
Dean thought, and the "shadow" flew out of the board, and its translucent hazy body turned into a large jellyfish-like net and floated towards the salmon. When the salmon was unaware, it was caught in the net and sent to Dean. before.
This salmon is as long as a forearm, and it looks full of energy when jumping around. It is 100% game.
But Dean didn't intend to eat it, so he took out the m1900 he just got yesterday from the fantasy space.
This gun had been modified by Johnny so that it could shoot normally underwater. The muzzle of the gun was close to the edge of the left pectoral fin of the char.
Tracking mode!
Dean said, his palm stung slightly, and a drop of blood was sucked into the gun.
He then pulled the trigger.
boom!
Gunfire.
The greatly weakened firing sound was completely covered up by the cold lake water.
The bullet that comes out of the barrel drags a path in the water with a large number of colorful water bubbles with strong kinetic energy.
The blood then spread out.
The blood attached .45ACP brushed against the pectoral fins of the salmon, and the salmon quickly swam into distant waters in an instant of pain.
Immediately afterwards, Dean felt a strange feeling in his head. It was not a smell or a sound, but a strong visual intuition, a winding path like light red silk.
This path guided him in the direction of the salmon, and the distance from him was within one meter.
His perception seemed to weave a large web.
The tagged fish is the prey in the net and cannot escape no matter how hard it struggles.
After the injured salmon had swam about a mile, he still had a clear sense of direction.
"The tracking effect is more specific and powerful than I expected."
"We still have to try to figure out the maximum distance and duration of tracking."
"you lose!"
Suddenly a happy and proud laughter floated on the lake.
Gretchen stood on the pier with her hands on her hips, a smile on her red lips, and the sunlight coated her large areas of moist and fair skin with a delicate golden glow.
Biu!
Dean made an aiming and shooting gesture and swam towards her.
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