The entire house was thrown into the underworld and cleared of corpses and blood.
Dean received two hundred thousand dollars in cash and some gold jewelry, took Adam out of this sinful building, and quickly rushed to Victoria City, north of Columbus, to find a hotel to stay.
When Adam entered the guest room, he went straight to the bathroom and vigorously washed away the dirt, dirt, and blood stains accumulated on his body after six months of wandering.
It wasn't until the two large tanks of water washed him into black mud that his whole body took on a new look.
Looking in the mirror, the face in the mirror has high cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets with dark circles, and the corners of the mouth are thin and droopy. He is haggard and tired. He does not have the vigor and vitality of a young man in his twenties. Instead, he looks like a person who has been trapped in life. A middle-aged man who was tortured to the point of losing his fighting spirit.
…
After interrogating the souls of the gangsters, Dean sat on the sofa in the guest room and turned his eyes to Adam opposite. He put on a pair of plush pajamas, but he was too thin. The clothes were loose and the exposed area on the back of his neck was inconspicuous. , black tattoo the size of the tip of your little finger.
And the wisps of blood-red light of life that enveloped his body when he used a knife to kill people have become pure white again, and the strangeness on his body has completely faded away.
"Kenny, you avenged me and let me kill the beast who hurt Lina." Adam casually cut off his messy long hair with a pair of scissors, looking at Dean's reflection in the mirror with sincere eyes. Say, "I owe you a big favor and I will pay you back in the future."
Dean nodded at him, "Don't rush to pay back, we have an agreement. I will help you find William, and you can convince him to research it for me."
protocol?
Adam's blue eyes rolled, eager and fearful, "You are not an ordinary person, right? Are you a legendary superpower, or a devil who induces desires deep in his heart and fulfills people's wishes?"
"That knife you gave me is magical?"
Dean crossed his legs and said with a smile, "You can think so."
Adam asked with an anxious expression, "I heard that the devil will hide terrible conditions in the agreement?"
He thought about that massacre. The core of the Hells Angels gang that had ruled the underground of Columbus for many years was destroyed by him alone?
In the past, he would feel dizzy and short of breath whenever he saw blood.
This time, he killed dozens of people without blinking an eye, like a perverted killer in a murder case.
The smelly blood suddenly tasted extremely sweet, and the desperate and piercing cries became beautiful and beautiful...
There seemed to be a voice in his heart urging and tempting him - more blood, more blood, until his whole body was soaked in it, causing a qualitative change.
Is all this because of the man in front of me?
Fall induced by the devil?
Dean seemed to see through the doubts in his heart and shook his head, "I have never forced you to manipulate you from beginning to end. Everything is your own choice. Besides, shouldn't they die?"
Adam forced a smile and said worriedly, "But so many people have died. We have to finish the investigation and leave Columbus quickly, otherwise the remaining hundreds of brothers from the Hell's Angels will definitely come to us for revenge."
"There is no need to worry. According to the usual behavior of the gang, when the boss dies, they will definitely fight among themselves first to elect a new boss. They will have no time to talk to us." Dean said nonchalantly, "In addition, there are no clues at the scene. They will definitely We can’t be contacted.”
Adam let out a long sigh of relief.
Dean tapped his fingers on the coffee table in front of the sofa, scanning his whole body with a hawklike gaze, "By the way, have you ever felt that you are a little different from others since you were a child?"
"I have a relatively good physique. I have never lost a one-on-one match with my peers since I was a child. I have never been sick, not even a cold."
"besides?"
"I am a pure vegetarian. I have never touched meat since I can remember." Adam said sarcastically. "In the beginning, this was William's order and request. He told me that being vegetarian will purify our body and mind and eliminate some... Harmful negative emotions are a beneficial practice, so he took me to become a vegetarian."
"I also resisted once. When I was in school, I secretly ate a piece of lunch meat from a classmate's lunch box. Then he found out for some reason and beat me severely. Therefore, I even called the Children's Bureau and almost deprived me of his guardianship. right."
"Later, I gradually got used to being a vegetarian...when I smell meat, I feel smelly and disgusting."
Dean shook his head and criticized, "Forcing his own son to become a vegetarian is like suppressing the nature of animals. Vegetarian food alone cannot meet daily nutritional needs."
"So we have to take a lot of vitamins and other supplements every day." Adam applied some water to his half-short stubble to lubricate it. "William may be right. Under his strict diet, my body is better than Ordinary people are healthy. If it were anyone else, being tortured by the Hells Angels for half a year, they would be half dead."
"But there are also side effects of being a vegetarian. William has eaten more than me for decades, so he has become as indifferent as a tree. Apart from research, he doesn't see my son at all."
Seeing him mention his father, Dean took advantage of the situation and asked more about William's life.
Unfortunately, the relationship between the two fathers and sons is not harmonious. The information Adam provided was limited and failed to touch the progress of the incident.
After Dean thought for a moment, he turned to ask, "What about your grandparents, or your parents' aunts and uncles?"
"All of them are already dead."
"I remember your neighbor mentioned that your mother also passed away very early?"
Adam nodded, put down the scissors, and began to use a comb to comb the short hair that was close to his scalp. "A few years after I was born, Aurora died of illness. I can't even remember what she looked like."
Dean's eyes darkened, and the system progress jumped from 20% to 21%.
Could it be that Adam's dead mother was an important person?
"What disease?"
"William mentioned something to me when I was very young, cancer."
"Sorry..." Dean remembered that Hope's daughter Sarah also died of cancer, which could not be cured by current scientific methods.
Adam picked up the razor and trimmed his thick beard, "It doesn't matter. I'm not sad at all. I have no feelings for this mother I've never met."
"So what's the relationship between William and her?"
"Probably very affectionate, right?" Adam grabbed a towel and wiped his chin vigorously, "William and Aurora studied the same major, started falling in love in college, and got married when they were thirty-five or six years old."
"The few times William mentioned her were with great affection."
"After Aurora fell ill, he did not hesitate to leave me in the care of a nanny. He took Aurora all over the country and even abroad to find a cure...but in the end he could not save her life."
The system vibrated and the progress jumped to 25%.
Dean rolled his eyes, his eyes flashed with thought, and suddenly there was a suspicion in his heart.
Adam said in a complicated tone, "I have always felt that William's later obsession with research was related to Aurora's death. He wanted to fulfill his wife's last wish and make major breakthroughs in the fields of 'Baphomet' and 'Leviathan'."
"That makes sense. So Adam, do you have a picture of Aurora?"
"No, William got rid of all Aurora's things at home very early, probably because he was afraid that I would be sad."
This also means that Dean cannot use the Black Domain to retrieve Aurora's whereabouts.
…
"That's almost it. Go to bed early tonight," Dean patted Adam on the shoulder and looked at his skinny face like a drug addict. "Be prepared. Go to Ohio State University tomorrow morning. Maybe your life will be turned upside down. .”
Adam nodded, his eyes flickering as he looked at his back as he opened the door and left, then looked at the window of the guest room, and then smiled freely.
It was already a miracle that he could help Lina avenge his own life. Every extra day he lived was earned.
…
In the corridor, Qiantan jumped out of his pocket and said with a smile, "This guy is simply a human-shaped energy source. His boiling emotions filled me up, and the progress of skill condensation has reached 8%."
"But Master, he is by no means an ordinary person. You have to be careful."
"I understand that he himself knows nothing about this. Maybe his ancestors have alien blood." Dean thought of the flash of red on Adam's body. He had only seen this color of life from one creature. Light.
But the appearance and temperament of that creature were completely different from the handsome young man in front of him.
The clues are unclear and it is useless to think too much. It is better to be more prepared.
Dean stuffed a high-energy protein food into his mouth, jumped out of the hotel window, and flew to the roof. Bathed in the heavy snow, he continued to polish supernatural weapons, meditate on stargazing, and forge star arrows.
The night passed quietly.
…
The snow stopped early the next morning, and rays of golden sunlight shot out from the washed-clear sky.
Under the sunshine, several snow removal trucks rumbled on the roads in the urban area. People who had been trapped in the heavy snow all night ran onto the streets with smiles on their faces to get some fresh air.
The Franklin District is bursting with energy.
Dean and Adam had breakfast and then walked along the river embankment to Ohio State University in the north of the city center. Although Adam had changed into a brand new down jacket and jeans, his too thin body made him look extremely limbic. It was uncoordinated, like a zombie that had just crawled out of the grave, causing the surrounding people to cast curious and disgusted glances.
Making Adam even more cramped and nervous.
They walked four kilometers north and entered the campus of Ohio State University.
This place is one of the largest schools in the United States, covering an area of thousands of acres, with a total of 20,000 to 30,000 students and faculty. It is like a city within a city.
The view is wide, the air is fresh, and snow-covered lawns and green trees can be seen everywhere along the road.
Many of the schoolhouse office buildings are not the red brick buildings of the Franklin District, but are converted from nineteenth-century Victorian buildings, with two- to three-story steep roofs and huge wraparound porches decorated with Rich and gorgeous wall textures and patterns.
Combined with unique galleries, libraries, and gymnasiums, the energetic female college students showing off their toned thighs despite the severe cold form a wonderful winter landscape.
Dean stopped a fashionable and beautiful female student in a sweatshirt, suit, and baseball cap on the side of the road. "Classmate, excuse me, we want to go to the School of Humanities. Where should we go?"
"College of Humanities?" The girl took off her sunglasses, glanced at the Mexican face opposite and the skinny face, waved her left fist and shouted, "Long live the Buckeyes!"
Dean was startled.
What's the secret code?
Adam seemed to have thought of something and quickly shouted, "Go back to the jungle, wolverine cubs!"
"Very good, you have passed the test and you are one of our own." The girl smiled and pointed to the north, "Go two kilometers ahead and you will see a red and blue house..."
After watching the girls leave, Adam explained to his companions, "More than a hundred years ago, Ohio and Michigan had conflicts over border demarcation issues. Since then, the Buckeyes, the football team of Ohio University, and the Wolverines of the University of Michigan They became sworn enemies and continued the boundary line feud on the rugby field.”
His voice quietly became heavy, "I used to accompany Lina to watch the match between the two teams every year, but I will never have the chance again."
…
Arriving at the School of Humanities and History, Dean sent a cameraman to clean up the surveillance videos in the building. Then, he saw portraits of teachers on the wall on the side of the corridor on the first floor.
The fifth picture from the front is Otis Gaddafi.
A middle-aged white man with glasses, a bald head, and a broom moustache.
School of Humanities, Professor of History.
Dean glanced at the portrait for a few times, then closed his eyes and fell into the black field. He was very close to the target and locked the exact position in almost a second.
"We found him. He's in Office 302. Let's go, Adam...Adam?"
"Oh, let's go." Adam looked away from the introduction of "Dead" on the portrait of William White next to Otis, followed Dean to the stairs, and turned to the students walking around, "By the way, Kenny , What if Otis doesn’t cooperate with us? This is a school, and there are innocent students everywhere, so we can’t use the knife like last night?”
"Don't worry." Dean said firmly, "You can vent your hatred as long as you don't kill him."
…
302 in front of the black wooden door.
Dean flicked his wrist, and the door handle automatically rotated in a circle, and the door opened inwards, revealing a man sitting at his desk, flipping through a book.
Otis raised his head, and his small eyes under the thick spectacles glanced at the faces of the two uninvited guests, and stopped on Adam's face that was so thin that he had no flesh. His expression was dull for a moment, and he swallowed He spat and stood up tightly.
"William's son, Adam? What's going on? How did you get in?"
Adam glanced at Dean and received a nod. Then he rubbed his fists and walked up. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the anger in his chest surged.
"Otis, my good uncle. In the past six months, you have taken great care of me and my relatives and friends... I feel really sorry in my heart, so I came to thank you today."
"I don't understand what you mean. Have you misunderstood?" Otis noticed the other person's bloodshot eyes and tense body. His eyelids twitched and he warned, "Don't mess around, Adam, retreat immediately, or I'll call you Security is here!”
"Someone! Come quickly!"
"Scream!" Adam rushed forward like a predatory beast. His thin body rushed over the desk as fast as lightning, and Adam was suddenly slammed into the glass door bookcase behind him.
Crack, the glass shattered, and the crystal slag pierced Otis's back, puncturing countless bloody holes in his decent black coat. He screamed,
"Call me!!"
Adam grabbed his collar with one hand and hit his nose with a fist with the other hand. The bridge of his nose was broken and tilted to one side. The blood spurted out stained his broom mustache and bloated double chin red.
"Ahhh! Stop-"
One knee hit Otis's lower body. The pain of the broken egg instantly made his cheeks turn red and twist, and he stuffed his cry of pain into his stomach.
"Scream, taste what I'm experiencing!" Adam retracted his knees, pushed him to the ground again, jumped on him, and punched this face with his bow left and right, "You have to scream louder than me and Lina! "
The sound of fists entering flesh was heard.
Drops of crystal sweat splashed onto the bookcase along with blood, and Otis howled like a pig being killed.
Di An watched silently, letting Qian Tan absorb the turbulent emotions of the two people, and then spoke after a long time,
"That's enough. If you hit him again, he will faint."
"Breathe..." Adam withdrew his bloody fist, looked at the rotten tomato-like face on the ground, and spat at him, "Say, bastard, where did you hide William White?"
"Your father...isn't he dead?" Otis stared at his swollen eyes and said weakly,
"How dare you speak so harshly!" Adam stepped on his neck. "Didn't you pay a million to let the Hell's Angels gang torture me for half a year? Investigate the information behind me? You must know that he is not dead!"
"Let go... loosen..." Otis trembled all over, and the ground under his pants was visibly wet. "I just want to get William's research results. I don't know where he went... I swear!"
"Lie! You, a professor, can get one million? Who is behind it?"
"No one, my family is rich...rich." The professor shook the expensive diamond watch on his wrist.
Dean knelt down, touched a drop of blood on his forehead with his finger, stuffed it into his mouth, rolled his vertical pupils, and started licking the memory. Several scenes flashed through his mind, "He didn't lie. He let the gang investigate you." idea."
"But Otis, what information do you want for the 'Séance' and 'Pentagram'?"
"The séance is a... specially customized table," Otis answered honestly while lying on the ground. "It is used to summon the corresponding special creatures to come to the real world."
"Special creature?"
"That is, inhuman creatures."
"The five-pointed star... is a magic circle that reshapes the body of this summoned creature so that it can adapt to the real world."
Event progress jumps to thirty percent.
Dean looked at Adam, who shook his head in confusion, obviously having never seen this table before.
Otis murmured, "Before William's accident, he obtained important information in this regard from the 'Leviathan' data and made a major breakthrough. I want to get his results."
Summon special creatures, come to the real world, and reshape your body?
Dean couldn't figure out for the moment how these actions were related to the Hell Monk's god Leviathan, but was it related to Adam's mother Aurora who had previously touched the progress bar?
He signaled Adam to let go of his feet and helped Otis up.
"Tell me more about this séance and the pentagram."
(End of chapter)
