"Don't jump!"

Dean shouted and rushed to the edge of the bridge, hugging the woman in red by the waist and hugging the guardrail.

As soon as the woman who was attacked hit the ground, she immediately turned her face.

This face is as well contoured and feminine as described in the book, her eyes are as if they have been washed by morning dew and black gems, shining with charming brilliance, and a beautiful mole near the corner of her mouth adds to her beauty.

She was like a beating red flame, and there was a disorienting fragrance on her body, which made Dean's heart beat faster for a moment.

"No wonder the Marco father and son are obsessed with her."

Dean retracted the color in his eyes and said with concern,

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Luben? God willing, you're finally back, and I don't know what to do without you all this time! ”

The woman threw herself into his arms in surprise, and her crisp and pleasant voice was like a feather floating through his heart, tickling people.

"What, you don't know me anymore? I'm Mary! ”

"I—I'm so happy that I didn't react all of a sudden!"

Dean smiled reluctantly, staring at the perfect face in front of him, a strong sense of unreality and stiffness rising in his heart, as if he was enjoying the performance of a realistic AI robot.

That's not what the book says.

According to the plot, it should be him who takes Mary under the tree and introduces himself to each other.

But how did she recognize her identity at a glance?

Di An'an thought about it, and suddenly realized that Mary should have seen the real roadbook, and the two knew each other and swore an oath to spend the first half of the book.

The current plot should officially enter the second half of the unknown!

But the real Lu Ben is not with the heroine, where did he go?

……

Mary's slender fingers wiped the sparkle from the corners of her eyes, pursed her red lips and looked up at him, "Tell me quickly, how did you escape the clutches?" ”

"What devil's claws? Who captured me before? ”

Dean's eyelids jumped,

"We fell in love at first sight, decided to get married in Reno, and then drove around the country together, but before we could set off, a humanoid monster suddenly fell from the sky and flew away." The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly curved and she said wistfully, suddenly her pretty face turned white, and she looked around, her nervous demeanor was like a rabbit hiding from natural enemies.

"Flying monsters?" Dean's face darkened,

"Why don't you remember anything?" Mary ran toward the bridge, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand and wrapping her arm around him in the other, and said with trepidation, "I don't know what it is, she looks like a pretty woman, but with a pair of huge black wings on her back, and her nails and teeth glitter like an awl and a hook." ”

"Why did she arrest me?"

"I don't know!"

Mary's words landed.

The familiar "pop" sound of blisters being punctured was heard in the air again.

Dean slammed his steps and stared ahead with a calm face,

The moonlight poured like water across the dark Virginia Street Bridge, and a graceful figure appeared out of thin air at the head of the bridge ten meters away.

She stood still, as beautiful as a statue of Venus, with long, sturdy arched calves like werewolves, and a shallow layer of fluff reflecting silver light on the vast expanse of skin exposed to the air.

And her long, watery black hair was as dense and messy as water and grass covered the key parts of her body.

A face is revealed in the black hair, with high cheekbones, clear lines, not refined, but with a wild charm,

The thin lips were smeared with a red lip gloss, as if dripping with blood.

And a pair of eyes were big and bright, but the demon possessed was so black that there was no trace of the whites of the eyes, staring coldly at Dean.

The whole person exudes a poisonous, deadly beauty.

A burst of sweat broke out on Dean's forehead, and he woke up seven minutes in an instant from drunkenness, and then summoned a "ghost" armor to wrap his body.

His gaze swept over the knuckle fingers of the woman opposite, covered with black cone-like nails, and his toes looked like sharp small hooks, which was very dangerous.

What the hell is this?

"Run, Luben! It's going to catch you! Mary's pretty face tensed as she stood in front of him.

But this move stimulated the woman opposite, her red lips were open, and a mouthful of fine and messy teeth clicked and staggered.

Growl –

A piercing sound wave swept through the air, brushing over Dean and Mary's bodies, and the two of them suddenly seemed to have been hit on the head by a hammer, dizzy, and a trace of fishy sweetness came out of their throats and noses, and they were stunned and motionless!

A pair of huge, pitch-black periosteum-covered wings grew like balloons behind the naked woman, and the arched thighs compressed like springs and then suddenly released.

She jumped in shape and flew over the bridge at once.

Whew-

In the darkness of the night, a magnificent banner studded with bone spurs was unfurled.

The membrane wings are flapped.

The air is turbulent.

The half-human, half-bat woman hung in the air for a second, then swooped down towards the ground with a gust of wind.

In a flash of lightning, Dean pushed Mary away in front of him, and then his shoulder shook, and the whole person rose into the air uncontrollably.

A pair of hooked claws on the woman's feet hooked his shoulders, and flew away from the bridge with him like a gust of wind, and rushed into the depths of the night, leaving the woman in red to call sadly on the bridge.

The Batgirl flies along the Truckee River with Dean.

The biting wind beat against the cheeks and skin, and the strong cold air rushed into the nasal cavity, and the wind whirred in the ears.

Everything was prostrate beneath him, and the buildings along the Truckee River were rapidly receding.

The soul and body are free from the shackles of gravity and soar freely!

Dean's fist clenched and immediately released.

To find Luben, he must go with the monster.

Less than 1 minute.

The monster shook its wings and spun around its flying body, plunging headlong into a dark hole in the Truckee River, then let go of its claws and threw Dean on the clammy ground.

The latter instantly rolled to the ground to open the distance, facing the monster, vigilantly opening the perspective of God.

With a perception of up to 13, Dean can maintain a certain amount of vision even in the dark.

It was dark and damp, with an unpleasant smell of garbage in the air, a pile of stagnant water that had submerged the soles of the feet, and green moss and aquatic plants growing on the rounded side walls.

In the depths of the tunnel, there was a faint glimmer of light.

"Strange, how can there be a tunnel around here?"

According to common sense, the police and detectives have already searched it countless times.

It's only possible that this hole, like Mary and Batgirl, appeared out of thin air!

Without waiting for him to continue thinking.

The Batgirl standing at the entrance twisted her shoulders and retracted the shield-like wing membranes into the two scars behind her.

The fluff around the body also began to fade slowly, revealing smooth silky skin and a good figure that was convex and backward.

Not to mention, it's quite sexy to look at in the dark.

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?!"

Dean asked cautiously.

But Batgirl didn't answer, and raised her chin at him, motioning for him to continue inside.

Dean's eyes flickered as he slowly receded towards the little bit of fire in the depths of the tunnel.

And the monster just looked straight at him, and there was a hint of greed and violence in its dark eyes.

……

After a few turns in the cramped darkness, Dean came to the end of the tunnel, a slightly drier clearing.

The surrounding walls and ceiling are overgrown with bell-shaped, grotesque, milkstone and moss.

A warm and bright bonfire burned in the center of the clearing, and an unkempt man sat near it in a daze.

He was draped in a black trench coat like a blanket, his flaxen-colored messy hair hung down over his ears and the back of his neck, because he hadn't bathed for too long, his wrists, cheeks, and exposed skin were dirty as if he were touching a layer of mud, and his whole body exuded this faint rancid smell, which was even more sloppy than a homeless man.

At his feet lay a pile of small bones, fish and mice, and beside the bones lay a cement bucket filled with dirty water.

The moment I saw him, Dean's investigation progress jumped to sixty percent!

"Luben?" Dean shouted,

The man's shoulders visibly trembled, he turned his head, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, opened his mouth wide, and shouted in a thick nasal voice like a heavy cold,

"Shet! Am I dazzled... I've never written this plot, outsiders can't get in, who the hell are you?! ”

He roared and grabbed a torch to protect him, his scrawny body covered in dirt propped up like a sewer savage,

"Don't be afraid, I'm a private investigator hired by your father, Marco van Hersin... Dean," he spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions,

"Marko sent you to me?" The expression on Luben's bearded face softened slightly, his gaze swept over Dean's face, and the familiarity of looking in the mirror made him stunned for a moment, "You, why do you look exactly like me!" ”

"Fake, disguised with special effects makeup." Dean patted his face and said sincerely, "The makeup industry is all high-tech now, enough to make it look like a fairy if it's ugly." ”

"And you're the author of "Luben Van Hersing", you should know, I'm going to find you you have to first disguise yourself and then come to the Virginia Street Bridge at a specific time to trigger the plot in your book."

"That's right, as long as you follow the pattern in the book, you can trigger the plot. But it's incredible. Luben's dark eyes rolled and lowered the torch pointing at Dean, "How did you come up with that?" ”

Luben looked left and right at Dean's own face,

"It's not a big deal, I've seen other things that are more bizarre and dangerous." Dean breathed a sigh of relief at the hostility that the other party dissipated, and sat by the campfire and roasted his cold hands, "In short, we are friends and not enemies. Now, I want you to answer me honestly with a few questions. ”

"Excuse me," said Luben, sitting down across from him, handing over a wooden skewer with black roast meat in it. "Some?"

You can clearly see the "duck neck" with its big eyes and crispy black tail.

"Thanks, I'm not hungry now." Dean politely pushed away the rat skewers, "You've been staying here for half a year?" ”

"Half a year? That's about the same amount of time I've calculated, well, I've never left the tunnel. Luben touched the bars on the wall with his finger and nodded,

"How did you survive?"

"The Banshee regularly brings me food and drink every day, rats or fish... Although it looks scary and unacceptable, it tastes a bit like chicken, crunchy, and fills your stomach. Luben's face was calm, as if he was telling a trivial story of ordinary life.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dean's eyes, this guy is quite adaptable, he is locked up in such a dirty, damp, and dark place, he can only eat rats and fish every day, and his spirit is still normal.

"I've only seen the first half of your autobiography, and I've seen you save Mary from jumping off the bridge, but I haven't seen the second half," Dean asked, "what the hell is that bat monster?" ”

"Have you ever heard a phrase? There are many good things," Lu Ben raised his eyebrows and explained solemnly, "how can love be smooth sailing, and it can become stronger after going through some hardships." ”

"......" Dean hung his head, the campfire shining a light on his blackened face.

Lu Ben ignored it and continued to share his creative motivation calmly, while nibbling on rat skewers.

"And most of the stories will create a villain, so I created a villain, a virtual monster, based on the bats that often haunt the Virginia Street Bridge, and add a little fantasy factor—"

"Some of the women who threw their rings on the bridge didn't want to commit suicide by jumping into the river."

"And these women who jumped into the river, not all of them were as lucky as Mary to meet a hero like me, who was unlucky enough to fall into the water and drowned in the river."

"The reluctance and resentment in their hearts gathered near the bridge, lingering for decades, and finally possessed a bat and turned into a bat banshee."

"She was jealous of Mary, whom I had saved, and longed for a new relationship. So when Mary and I were about to start a new life, they kidnapped me, imprisoned us in secret tunnels, and came to torture me every night, force me to submit, and tempt me to mate. ”

Mention mating.

Luben's hoarse voice paused, and his eyes behind the bangs were solemn,

"This is a test of my unwavering love for Mary, and I will not succumb to the threat of monsters."

"Do you think you're Shakespeare's Romeo?" Dean grinned and showed his white teeth and clenched his fists, "Isn't it good to write a sweet love story, you have to do it too much and bury yourself in hidden dangers." ”

"Before this book, I didn't know that what I wrote was going to become a reality!"

A stubborn expression bloomed on Luben's dirty face, and he looked at Dean without flinching.

"Forget it, there is no law in the awakening of superpowers, and I don't blame you." Dean held out his hand to him, "Let's go, come with me out of this hellish place and meet Mary and your father Marko!" ”

"No," said Ruben, shaking his hair whizzing, with a slight wistfulness, "according to the plot of the book, I will stay here for a full year before I can finally be reunited with Mary." ”

"Half a year later, how did you settle that monster?" Dean was a little puzzled, "Also, how did you write the ending of your book?" ”

Luben grimaced, silent for the first time, obviously not wanting to mention the ending.

A cold glint flashed in Dean's eyes.

In any case, this cramped guy can't be allowed to stay any longer, after all, there are still three or four days left in the time limit of the incident.

"Are you sure you have to stay for half a year? Your father Marco can't wait that long! Dean lamented,

"What's wrong with that stubborn old man?" Luben's tone trembled and became nervous,

"He was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long ago, and now he is lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital, and according to the doctors, he will live for a month or two at most." Dian nodded and said sorry to Marco, "If you go back in half a year, you will only see his tombstone." ”

"I still remember Marco lying on the hospital bed begging me to save you, even if you go bankrupt!"

At this moment, even the thick beard and mud streaks could not hide the uneasiness and fear on Lu Ben's face, and he couldn't help but pinch off a wooden stick and throw it into the fire.

"It's less than a year, and I can't get out. The Bat Banshee strictly followed the book's rules, guarded the exit, and never allowed us to leave, and I didn't set any other exit. ”

Dean groaned,

"Then we'll sneak out while it's out looking for food."

"As soon as I get out of range of the campfire, it senses it instantly."

"Follow my ass, I'll take care of it myself!"

"Detective Dean, I advise you not to send you to death. It's something I've spent years referencing vampires, Frankensteins, gargoyles, bats, elaborate supernatural monsters. ”

"Not only can it fly, it's lightning fast, it's capable of mastering special sonic attacks, and the most important thing is that it can be killed," Lu Ben said proudly, "Conventional attacks can't completely destroy it." ”

"Even if you have Superman's Cyclops and burn it to ashes, it can be quickly reborn in the ashes because it is not a normal life form in nature."

“……”

"Why did you set the villain so powerful?"

"The guys at the publishing house always thought I was writing old-fashioned, so I innovated and surprised them a little." Luben said seriously, "The more difficult the villain is, the more indestructible the relationship between me and Mary becomes." ”

Dean rubbed his temples, "You didn't arrange an Achilles heel for the Bat Demon?" ”

"There's one." Luben said hesitantly,

"Then you're not stupid, what weakness?"

"True love." A holy glint flashed in Luben's eyes, "The Bat Banshee was born out of the resentment and jealousy of the women who threw themselves into the river and died, and only true love can melt the ice in its heart, make it relieved, liberated, and disappear." ”

"We two men, where can we find true love?" Dean's voice became volcanic-depressed,

"It doesn't have to be the love of men and women, according to the setting in my book, as long as it feels warm, family affection can also be used, you can comfort it and defeat it!" Luben defended,

"I can't recognize you as my godson and give you some fatherly love. Does the Batgirl understand our conversation? ”

"She was set to understand only simple conversations, and our conversation was too complicated for her to understand."

"I can't care so much, then introduce its ability to me in detail, and when it comes in to mate with you, I'll do it!"

(End of chapter)