"You two, if you see the man in overalls or his red Ford, don't rush to chase him and confront him... This is very dangerous. The guy may be carrying a deadly weapon." Dean gave his pager number to the two father and daughter. , "When you see him, call me immediately from a nearby phone, and I will rush over to deal with it. Do you understand?"
"knew."
The three quickly assigned work, and Julie stayed at the family hotel to wait for others.
Leo searched along the perimeter of the Des Moines River, and Dean walked to the back alley of the hotel and stayed for half a minute, transforming into another image of a white-skinned young man with flexible eyes.
There is a certain danger in the medium difficulty, so he put on the "damage-absorbing vest" in advance just in case.
Then Dean bought a map of Des Moines from a nearby newsstand and quickly browsed the layout of the entire city based on the direction signs.
This city is the capital of Iowa, with numerous buildings of all sizes, criss-crossed by main roads and branch roads, and even several bridges across rivers.
Moreover, Des Moines is not a city like Las Vegas where casinos require high surveillance, and there is almost no surveillance in the neighborhoods.
The time given by the system is only 24 hours, so it is unrealistic to conduct a blanket search of the entire city.
Dean must figure out the focus of the search - if Camille is with the man in the suspender, where are they most likely to be?
Dean stopped a taxi on the side of the road and asked the Asian driver,
“Man, do you know any hotels in the city that are suitable for couples?”
The driver nodded,
“Of course, I walk around the city several times every day and keep all the locations in mind.”
"Help me mark the hotels..." Dean handed over the map and a five-dollar tip. The driver happily connected the dots with the red pen in his hand and circled the locations of all the large hotels in the city, plus the remote small hotels. Forty-three places.
“Let’s start with this IKEA hotel.”
…
Dean drives the Bronco and begins the search.
He does not need to slowly enter the hotel lobby like an ordinary policeman, take out his ID, ask the front desk about the check-in status, and search every room on every floor.
He drove across the road outside the hotel and directly activated his God's perspective. He could easily penetrate the hotel's exterior wall within thirty meters and clearly see the interior of each room, including whether it was occupied and how many people were living there. , leaving no dead ends.
Camille and the man in suspenders can be identified at a glance by their striking appearance. It is now close to 12 noon, and most of the hotel guests have checked out and left, leaving mostly empty rooms.
With the combination of various favorable factors, God's perspective is fast and concealed, and the efficiency is comparable to that of radar. It can scan one floor of a hotel in dozens of seconds, and it can inspect all kinds of hotels in Des Moines that generally have seven or eight floors in ten minutes.
Dean drove quickly down Hotel Street.
IKEA, PASS.
HILTON, PASS.
Marriott, PASS.
Hyatt, PASS.
…
From noon to three o'clock in the afternoon.
Large, thick, cotton-like black cumulonimbus clouds quietly appeared in the sky above the city, and the sun hid.
The cold wind blowing from the Des Moines River stung people's skin like a whip, the air became extremely humid, and a heavy rain was coming, which also cast a haze on Dean's mind.
He searched about twenty of the most well-known hotels in the city center and found nothing. The investigation progress was only adjusted from 10% to 15%.
Dean rubbed his slightly swollen temples. The beeping of the pager on his waist woke him up. He got out of the car and ran to a nearby phone booth to call back the displayed number.
"Dean, I went around the Des Moines River and found it now, but I couldn't find any trace of Camille or the man in the suspenders?" Leo's worried and anxious voice came from the phone, "How are you doing over there? There's news. ?"
"I feel almost ready..." Dean's tone was calm, as if it contained a calming magic power, "You continue to look for all the hotels and inns along the river."
"Dude, why did your voice change?"
"The weather is getting colder and my throat feels a little uncomfortable." Dean touched his white face and said,
"Well, Julie is worried sick..."
"Let her calm down. If you want to find your mother, just stay in the hotel. Don't cause trouble. Wait for my news."
…
hang up the phone.
According to the map marks, Dean searched from the northeast to the southwest of the city, searching for small hotels in remote streets and alleys that few people visited.
Another hour passed, and the sky became completely dark, like a scene before the doomsday.
Boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled thunder on the skyline, and a dazzling silver snake split open the thick dark clouds!
Pattering.
Continuous raindrops fell from the cracks, and a silver bead curtain opened between the sky and the earth. Then a noisy downpour fell, flooding the long street in the blink of an eye.
The whirling wind then howled, causing the cypress oak trees on the street to swing their branches wildly, as if they were dancing a crazy dance.
"Dudu..."
"Dudu..."
Several harsh car horns sounded in the heavy rain, but they were quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.
"Heavy rain." Dean watched a passerby being soaked in the rain and running towards the mall in embarrassment. He also turned the steering wheel and drove into a street next to the intersection.
Suddenly his expression changed——
On the street in the distance, outside a small hotel called "Crystal of Love", the rain was beating wantonly on a red Ford pickup truck. The license plate number on the rear of the car clearly matched the car of the man in overalls in Dean's memory.
found it!
Dean felt excited and immediately parked the car on the side of the road, letting the heavy rain soak his windbreaker, and slowly approached the hotel thirty meters along the sidewalk.
While walking, I scanned the rooms inside the "Crystal of Love" hotel from right to left with a God's perspective.
All you can see are empty single beds, old floors, and furniture. The business of this hotel is so bad that almost no one cares about it.
Until the very corner of the room.
Dean paused, fear flashed in his eyes, and he accidentally opened his mouth and took a mouthful of cold rainwater.
What's happening here?
A man was standing by the closed window.
He was only wearing a pair of blue jeans, and two suspenders fell to the carpet, revealing his broad back and thick black body hair. The bulging fascia and muscles all over his body made him as strong as a head. A standing grizzly bear.
A plump girl wearing red running shorts and a T-shirt sat at the table in front.
Her blond hair was held up by a sports headband, her cheeks were flushed with intoxication, her eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing was slow and rapid, like a drug addict who had just finished a herbal party and whose consciousness was still floating in the clouds.
Camille's appearance was vaguely visible in her figure, but Dean couldn't confirm it.
Because a strange tissue with the thickness, texture and color of an arm like a cooked octopus tentacle blocked the area below her eyes, gurgling and squirming rhythmically like an infusion tube.
The other end of the tentacle was connected to the man's chest, where another similar tentacle stretched out and penetrated under the other person's feet.
The two tentacles swelled and contracted, as if they were transporting some toxic substance to Camille. The substance escaped outward, causing a layer of fluorescent light green gas to surround both of them.
This extremely weird scene made Dean feel an indescribable dizziness, and his mind seemed to be stuffed with a bunch of dirty and filthy information.
He resisted the urge to vomit and continued to scan the man's face from a God's perspective.
This face no longer belongs to a human being. The flesh and black blood vessels are intertwined, and the skin is covered with black and white thorns covered with barbs.
These thorns did not protrude straight out, but were combed smoothly to the back of his head like hair.
It forms a hedgehog head that is as strong and uninhibited and wild as whiskey!
The most impressive thing was the eyes of this hedgehog, with almond-shaped vertical pupils, as black as the abyss, staring intently at the woman's face.
It is the supreme master, capturing a woman's entire body and mind!
…
After watching this scene, Dean felt his system suddenly shake.
The investigation progress has skyrocketed from 15% to 40%!
…
"It has barbs and tentacles, what kind of monster is this hedgehog head?" The heavy rain outside the house washed away crazily as Dean's body stood upright, and his thoughts were racing.
"No, it maintains a basic human shape but has deformed organs and tissues on its body. I have seen similar strange-seeking beings."
An image flashed in his mind, with skin as scarlet as lava, snake hair on his head, and bone spurs all over his body—Western, a nocturnal species that had been raised in the ancient house by the Leighton Stone family for several years.
Immediately, a strong intuition arose spontaneously, and a strange song sounded in Dean's ears again——
"God is in heaven..."
“Midian…”
"North!"
The song sounded far and near, but it suppressed the sound of heavy rain hitting everything.
His eyes were dazed for a moment, and he bit the tip of his tongue, and his eyes returned to clarity——
This man in denim overalls is a nocturnal species in human form!
Boom!
A bolt of lightning shattered the sky, and a flash of silver light illuminated the excitement on his face and the burning desire to fight in his eyes.
The nocturnal species is the ancestor of the cannibals. It has an unimaginably sharp sense of smell and can even smell the target's health, strength, and people it has killed.
But God was also helping Dean. The downpour covered up his body odor and all the noise.
The hedgehog head was so engrossed in his grotesque career that he didn't even realize that the scythe of death was silently placed on his neck!
Today is the day of the hunt!
…
Dean checked to make sure no one else was near the hotel.
The hotel lobby was dimly lit, with only an old woman in her fifties wearing reading glasses lying dozing at the front desk.
Except for the hedgehog-headed room, the other rooms are empty and very convenient.
Confirm the environment.
Dean took out a Swiss knife from the fantasy space, his mind surged, and as the knife flashed, all four tires of the red Ford pickup parked outside the hotel were punctured!
Cut off the prey's escape route.
Dean continued to slowly approach the window in the corner room.
His mind passed over the TAC-50 in the fantasy space, and his eyes turned.
This thing is powerful enough, but the movement is huge. One shot cannot kill the target, and the opponent may escape.
Dean chose another more secure attack method. He grabbed the M1900 from the fantasy space with his right hand and locked the hedgehog head through the window from the perspective of God.
Rain pattered down the cold and hard body of the gun.
Dean exhaled a stream of white air from his mouth and nose, held the gun with both hands, raised it, and pointed the muzzle at the left eye of the monster in the room.
Eyes as bright as fire!
Click, unlock the safety.
A blood-like heat flowed through the fingers into the cold trigger.
Tracking bullets!
A series of crackling sounds filled the air.
.
44 Magnum penetrated the rain curtain, shattered the window glass, and pierced the man's left eye.
Blood spattered, and a huge eyeball exploded like a squeezed-out soft-boiled egg. The man groaned in pain, and his body trembled like an electric shock.
And long before the first bullet hits the target!
boom!
Dean pulled the second shot first.
But the hedgehog's reaction was surprisingly quick.
After being hit by one shot, he withdrew the two tentacles that were sucking the woman with lightning speed and rushed to the side. The second shot only hit his shoulder, shallowly penetrating a layer of skin and getting stuck in the flesh.
The monster's face darkened in pain, and the spikes on its head that were combed back swishly stood up, then contracted inward like a charged spring, ready to launch at any time!
His head instantly turned into a round sphere covered with spikes!
Everything happens in just one second.
Second second!
Crackling, water splashing!
Wearing a wet black trench coat and holding his breath, Dean smashed the glass window and jumped into the room.
He's still in mid-air and hasn't landed yet.
He raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger from God's perspective.
At the same time, the hedgehog's dark pupils stared at the uninvited guest with murderous intent and launched an offensive!
Dozens of densely packed steel needles shot towards Dean like a torrential rain with a popping sound breaking through the air. Half of them were blown away by invisible telekinesis, and they stabbed into the wooden wall of the room with a "chop chop chop" sound.
The other half hit the ghost armor in front of Dean, and all of them were stripped of their power and fell to the ground like hitting a sponge.
Bang bang bang!
Dean also shot all the remaining dozen bullets of the m1900 in one go.
Three of the bullets hit the limbs and torso of the hedgehog's head, sinking into the flesh and bursting into a few clusters of blood. The remaining bullets hit the air, exploding holes in the wall panels and the ground.
But after this round of fighting, Dean was unscathed, and the hedgehog's head was covered in blood in many places.
Realizing that the situation was not good, it turned around decisively and knocked open the locked wooden door, rushing into the corridor at a speed so fast that it left an afterimage. It jumped ten meters away from the ground under its feet, but its huge body landed silently!
It fled into the hotel lobby in embarrassment like a bereaved dog, and then rushed out of the front door into the torrential rain outside.
The old woman at the front desk didn't notice at all and still dozed quietly.
Dean paused in his pursuit, then turned his finger around the trigger. An intuition arose in his heart. A light red chain floated in mid-air in front of his eyes, clearly indicating to him the direction of the hedgehog's escape. and distance.
"Run away, run away, nocturnal species, the game has just begun."
The tracking bomb effect will last for one day!
As for now——
Dean rushed to Camille on the table. From the perspective of God, there was no obvious trauma, but she seemed to have been poisoned and was unconscious.
"Call Leo first and let them handle the scene."
…
(End of chapter)
