During a three-day trip to Lake Tahoe, the two experienced skiing, hiking, surfing, cable car viewing, and delicious food at Naked Fish Restaurant.
The total cost was only a few hundred dollars.
In the past three days, Dean has become so familiar with the fantasy space that he can control it like an arm. He has become accustomed to the two-second delay and can access items without anyone noticing.
In addition, he used God's perspective and the M1900 to hunt several capuchin rabbits and an adult wild boar in the mountains, and experimented with tracking bombs that could lock on at most one target at a time, last for up to twenty-four hours, and have a range of one hundred miles.
The effect is very powerful.
It's just that the sound and recoil of the gun were smaller than Dean expected, so that every time he pulled the trigger, he felt like he was holding a toy water gun to rejuvenate people.
But this toy kills people like mowing grass.
"When are we going to play again? Just the two of us, no one else." In the car going down the mountain, Gretchen interrupted his reverie and asked with a smile as she looked at the photo of Dean on his skis falling upside down into the snow.
"You will graduate from the police academy later."
"Then we've settled!"
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The trip to Reno ended perfectly, but before leaving, Dean went to Marco's pet clinic and chatted with the old man in a white coat at the door.
Soon, there was a rapid barking in the clinic, and a chubby Rottweiler jumped out.
It looks like it is less than three months old. Its coat is dark and shiny, but the hair on its chest and four paws around its mouth are yellow, which is commonly known as iron-coated gold.
There are also two distinctive yellow spots at the top of its two eyebrows, which look like two more eyes. At this time, four eyes are staring at Dean warily at the same time.
"If you're not big, you're not bad-tempered," Dean said, making a kicking motion towards it. The Rottweiler instantly leaned over the ground and backed away, letting out a low growl.
Lu Ben, who was dressed in a light blue hospital uniform, quickly came over and picked up the dog. At this time, compared to the skinny and miserable appearance a few days ago, his face had more healthy color and his cheekbones were also a bit wrinkled. The flesh no longer bulges out like a skull,
"Naru, Dean is my savior, you must not be cruel to him, do you understand?"
Rowena snorted and lowered his head obediently as if he understood his master's order.
"You understand human nature at such a young age, and you are much smarter than my Coco." Gretchen said with bright blue eyes.
"Of course, Naru is one of my best breeds. Do you want to touch it?"
Luben asked the woman to take Naru into the clinic to sit down, and he asked Dean to walk along a tree-lined path next to him.
"I have started to write a diary with an ancestral pen. In addition to recording the results of my own training, I also record Naru's daily growth, slowly transforming him into the greatest guard dog in the world, a cosmic divine dog."
"It's only been two days, and Naru can already feel the danger around him to a certain extent...well...it told me that your aura is very scary, so it and its companions are all afraid of you."
Dean smiled casually, "Maybe it's because I've experienced a lot of mysterious events and I've got some bad vibes."
"Really? By the way, I have a question I want to ask you. After writing a diary of several hundred words with my ancestral pen, I felt very tired. I was even more tired than before when I stayed up all night and wrote all night. It was like something in my body was The pen entered the draft as a medium.”
Dean pondered for a moment,
"This is a good thing. It proves that the pen can accelerate the infusion of your mental power into the written words, and the efficiency of your writing will also become higher."
Lu Ben nodded, thinking again of the scene in which his serious injury of intestinal piercing and stomach rot that night healed instantly.
"Consume mental energy...so you also have super powers that consume physical energy, such as your self-healing of serious injuries?"
Dean's face became serious when he heard this, and there was a majestic and evil look between his brows that made Lu Ben frightened.
"Don't ask about the superpowers of anyone of the same kind. This is a taboo. Even if you guess it, don't make it public."
"OK, I remember it. Do you have any other suggestions?"
Dean put his hands behind his back and imitated Taimu's demeanor.
"Some organizations are looking for people with super powers like us. They want to capture us and make them specimens in the laboratory. Be sure not to reveal your information to anyone."
"Not other superpowers, either?"
"What do you think? Not all of my kind are as willing to communicate with you in peace and friendship as I am. Among them, there are many bloodthirsty, crazy, and perverted people who will kill you, a rookie, when they meet."
…
"You have to set a principle and bottom line for yourself. You cannot completely ignore morality, law, and conscience, and use superpowers to satisfy your own desires without any scruples. Otherwise, before the convergence law kicks in, you will fall into crazy confusion and self- destroy."
"The breathing and movements in the vellum handbook passed down by your family can effectively maintain your sanity. You must stick to it every day."
Luben was twice as old as Dean, but at this moment he kept nodding like an honest student, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"Man, to be honest, we just met, why are you willing to give me so much valuable advice?"
"When I first awakened my abilities, I was ignorant and left loopholes everywhere like a fool. Fortunately, I met a guy with a good character and got on the right track. If I can get a chance, so can you."
Dean looked at Lu Ben's haggard face. This guy was said to be stubborn, simple and idealistic.
But from another perspective, it doesn't matter. If you help him now, maybe Dean can borrow his power at some point in the future. Today is a low-cost investment.
"Can I train with you in the future?" Lu Ben asked expectantly,
"No. The more supernatural beings gather, the more dangerous it becomes... I don't even know if that dog is another supernatural creature after you transformed it. Anyway, you have to be careful."
"If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, contact Tribeca and tell me... I will help for a fee if I can, but if it is beyond my ability, I can only say sorry."
"No matter what, I'll remember your help."
The two of them talked about the precautions for superpowers all morning.
After a sumptuous lunch, Dean and Gretchen said goodbye to Marco and his son and returned to Las Vegas.
Arrive home in the evening.
Rust was furiously K-fighting the fighting dummy in the yard. When he saw this, he wiped his sweat, shook his hand and punched Dean.
"Is Reno fun?"
“Very nice, especially with your girlfriend.”
Rust's face stiffened when he heard this.
"Britney hasn't forgiven you yet?" Gretchen saw what was on his mind,
"Don't talk to me, keep avoiding me." Rust said decadently.
Dean punched him in the shoulder.
"There is an old saying in our hometown, why should a real man worry about finding a wife? When you graduate and work, with your handsome face, beautiful women will naturally come to you like a tide."
"Do you think you are such a friend?" Gretchen glared at Dean, then turned to Rust, "Don't be discouraged, there will be a God-given opportunity soon, take advantage of it, and you and Britney will be 100% reconciled as before. "
Both men pricked up their ears.
"Nevada State High School will hold a graduation prom for our twelfth-grade students in June. As a rule, all graduates must invite their dance partners in advance."
Gretchen's eyes sparkled with longing,
"Rust, as long as you invite Britney... you will have to spend a lot of time cultivating a tacit understanding, shopping for dresses and practicing dance together. There is a 100% chance of repairing the relationship."
Rust's eyes lit up like light bulbs,
"Britney has no better male friend except me. I am the most suitable dance partner!"
…
After making preliminary plans for the prom.
Dean's life returned to normal.
Keep a low profile and be honest in training, study the private detective registration information, familiarize yourself with the regular use of M1900, call Marco and his son from time to time to understand the situation, discuss the Van Helsing family's deeds with Tribeca, and register in the paranormal encyclopedia.
In addition, the Lucville Lawyer's Office did not have a client, and Dean was also worried that the new FBI agent would see his flaws, so he no longer went to the LVPD or "hunted" in Las Vegas.
A night of skeuomorphism every four days.
Dean transformed into a vigilante law enforcer wearing black leather clothes and leather trousers, wearing sunglasses, driving a motorcycle in a remote and deserted alley in a town outside the city, constantly peeking at the people in the houses on the street from a thirty-meter-wide God's perspective. If there is any movement, sanctions will be implemented if criminal behavior is discovered, and you will gain some proficiency points.
Late this night.
Henderson District.
Dean, wearing a black leather jacket and a strange gangster face, drove his motorcycle past a two-story building in an Asian community and took a Godly view of the house.
Dean suddenly pressed the right handle to stop the motorcycle, got off the car, ran a few steps, leaned on the wooden guardrail, and nimbly stepped into the yard.
The right hand wearing a black glove grabbed it in the void, and a bright silver pistol full of retro atmosphere appeared in the palm of the hand.
Click.
Close the safety and pull the sleeve.
The gun was aimed at the closed door of the small western-style building.
Squeeze the trigger lightly.
Phew—like a cricket chirping in the grass.
.
44 Magnum penetrates the wooden door.
There was a popping sound as the wood chips flew everywhere.
Something heavy fell to the ground inside the house, and the floor shook.
Proficiency +3, shooting level 3 (40/400).
Dean kicked the door open.
A bald black man weighing at least two hundred pounds and with a ferocious face fell in a pool of blood behind the door, with a large blood hole in the center of his forehead, looking like a big fat pig being bled.
"Faco, someone shot, Jesseni is finished!"
"Cop?"
"No matter what, give him a ride!"
There was a burst of panicked yelling and running sounds from the second floor. Without stopping, Dean walked straight to the center of the living room on the first floor, raised his gun and pointed it at the ceiling.
Bang bang bang fired three shots in a row.
There was a big hole in the wooden floor, and red blood dripped from the second floor to the first floor along the hole.
In the corridor on the second floor behind the cave, a black man who had been shot in the back lay on the ground, his limbs twitching like a suffocated fish.
Proficiency +3, shooting level 3 (43/400)
Dean glanced at the second floor from his God's perspective, turned his finger around the trigger, and walked up the stairs.
In the corridor, a third skinny black man with a face that looked like a drug addict pointed his gun at the hostage - one was tied to a chair, his mouth was tied with tape, his clothes were messy and his chest was exposed, A young Asian woman passed out with a bright red palm mark on her face.
"Mom, you're not a police officer. Who are you?"
The black man saw clearly that Dean was dressed in black and cool clothes, and his whole body suddenly felt bad. How could a lunatic suddenly show up at night and ruin their fortune?
Dean responded in silence. From his perspective, he caught a glimpse of an Asian man lying in a pool of blood in the bedroom behind the black man. His face under his sunglasses was as cold as steel, and he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun.
A faint whistling sound.
Scream!
The black man's index finger when he pulled the trigger was jammed by an invisible force, and an eye-catching blood hole was ejected from the tissue in his chest.
He fell backward and lost his breath. He stared at the copper bell and refused to rest in pain.
"Proficiency +2, shooting level 3 (45/400)."
…
After three kills, Dean looked at the unconscious woman who was tied to the chair and took out the scorpion in his arms.
A thought came to my mind.
The breeze blows.
The translucent soul of the black thug who had just died flew out of the slate and landed in front of Dean, and was instantly fixed by the shadow of the past.
Dean picked up the tablet and looked through the glass.
The mental power was merged into the M1900, and the muzzle was raised and pointed at the ghost.
Magic bullet!
Biu!
The bullet that shimmered with a faint green light penetrated into the ghost's body and was stuck in it.
It was as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake. In an instant, ripples filled with green light appeared with the bullet as the center, quickly washing over the ghost's body.
The black ghost's originally dull and puppet-like face suddenly tightened in horror, his hands hanging at his sides, his big black mouth angrily opened, and his two eyeballs protruding from his eye sockets.
But no sound could be made.
Despair and pain turned into black mist.
But just one second.
The mental energy attached to the warhead was exhausted, and it could no longer be attached to the ghost's body, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The ghost's body became more transparent and lighter than before, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
Dean raised his gun.
Biu!
Second shot.
Blue light, ripples.
The ghost was completely shattered by the circles of mental power ripples, falling into pieces and scattering into the void.
You killed a ghost, proficiency +1, shooting level 3 (46/400).
Two shots.
Dean's eyes flashed with thought under his sunglasses.
The ghost can be eliminated with one shot, while the spirit bullet requires two shots to defeat one.
The efficiency of the spirit bullet is lower than that of the 乩 Board, but it has a longer attack range and greater freedom than the 乩 Board, and its consumption is very low.
With Dean's physical fitness and mental strength, he could withstand even hundreds of shots in a short period of time.
…
"If we encounter a group of ghosts in the future, let the shadows of the past control the plane, and I will personally use the M1900, a two-pronged approach."
…
After continuing to destroy the remaining two ghosts with spirit bullets, Dean untied the poor woman who lost her husband and poured a glass of cold water on her to wake her up.
Leaving a cold figure behind, he rode away on his motorcycle!
…
From March to early June, Dean spent his time training and simulating killing, and he even celebrated his nineteenth birthday with his friends.
This unprecedented calm period did not trigger any incidents. It was so calm that Dean was not used to it and felt vaguely uneasy.
But his strength is steadily improving.
Dean Lu
Character level: 4 (30/500)
Age: 18→19
Physique: 15.6→16.1
Strength: 12.5→13.1
Sensitivity: 13.7→14.3
Perception: 12.9→13.1
Spirit: 16→16.1
Will: 13.4→13.5
Ability: 6/6
Fighting lv3(5/400)
Shooting lv3(46→100/400)
Shadow of the Past lv1(117→187/200)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (75→145/300)
Mimicry lv1 (25→97/200)
Fantasy space lv0, volume 2 cubic.
Specialties: Intermediate Iron Man, Beginner Supernatural Hunter
System ability: God's perspective lv3: range 30 meters.
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Fighting has quietly risen to level 3. Now his fighting skills are no less than those of UFC, MMA and other champions. He has reached the pinnacle of human beings and can kill people with just a few moves.
(End of chapter)
