After returning to the hotel, Dean immediately packed the many weapons and supplies in the trunk of the car into the fantasy space.

Entering the guest room, he took out a small M1900, as well as a box of .45 Colt automatic pistol cartridges and a box of 9mm Parabellum automatic pistol cartridges, and tried to reload them.

Although the size of the M1900 black magazine looks small, it can only hold .32ACP, but Dean is very smooth when loading one over-caliber bullet into the magazine.

It's as if the moment the finger feeds the bullet into the magazine, the magazine suddenly expands, automatically sucking the bullet in, and the ten rounds .45ACP, ten rounds of 9mm Pa mixed reloading is no problem.

The reload speed is also much faster than that of a normal pistol.

"The .45ACP has a strong stopping force, and the 9mm Pa bomb has a strong penetrating force... It can be selected according to different occasions. ”

"I'll buy some .44 Magnum for hunting later... Deal with big guys. ”

"With this pistol, I have all types of pistols, including the yet-to-be-born Desert Eagle, Locke 17... And the power is not reduced, but the sound and recoil of the blow are reduced by 90 percent. True to the name of the all-powerful. ”

Dean couldn't put down the M1900 and studied the fantasy space by the way, putting slippers, lamps, blankets, and even TVs in the hotel into the space and taking them out.

On a whim, he also opened his newly upgraded God's perspective, observing the movements of guests in other rooms within thirty meters through the thick walls.

Have a lot of fun.

……

After Dean studied for a long time, the tiredness of fighting the Batgirl came up.

Then he changed into soft and spacious pajamas and sat on the bed, his knees slightly shoulder-width apart, his hips to his heels, his eyes closed, and his back straight.

The body maintains a posture similar to that of Vajra sitting in yoga.

His chest rose and fell slightly at regular intervals, and his mind contemplated the star "Red Dragon" hovering in the universe.

At a certain moment, he suddenly turned from static, and pulled the heels of his left and right feet to the navel in turn with both hands, forming a sitting position with his feet in his arms, and then stretched his hands forward, and turned his palms inward to the ground in front of his body, pointing his fingers backwards, and his feet stretched back, and his knees touching the bed as a support point.

Abdominal ribs against both elbows, exhale—

The blanket was blown by this breath and fluttered like cotton wool.

Dean leaned forward, his weight resting on his wrists and hands holding the mattress, and he slowly lifted his legs back, and finally his legs hung straight and hovered in the air, his muscles straightened, forming a diagonal posture under his head and feet.

The raised legs are like a peacock's unfolded screen.

……

Dean remained in a static position, relying on his physique, strength, agility, and will beyond ordinary people, to maintain it for two minutes.

Until the sweat on his forehead was visible, he sat back on the bed, relaxed his body and released his movements.

In the past, Red Dragon meditation was a sit-still meditation, but now there are a series of supporting movements that require high flexibility, strength, and endurance, and the difficulty has skyrocketed.

If Dean hadn't turned Red Dragon Meditation into a skill earlier and engraved it into his body's instincts, he wouldn't have been able to enter meditation while in motion.

By the way, he didn't plan to reveal the full Red Dragon Meditation to Luben.

……

The next day, a refreshed Dean finished washing, changed into sportswear, looked in the mirror, and grinned heartily.

Skill proficiency has also increased a bit, with Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (63/300).

He left the hotel and went to the hospital, only to find that it was like a shopping mall when he arrived at the door of the ward.

Reporters with long guns and short guns, policemen who maintain order, and patients watching the excitement gathered around Luben's ward, Dean leaned over to listen to a few words, and heard some miracles, survived wandering for half a year, and fatherly love touched God.

"Sorry for the mistake." The old man in the ward caught a glimpse of Dean, immediately greeted a few friends, took him to a remote corner, and explained in a low voice, "The doctor without professional ethics leaked the news of Lu Ben's return, and the reporter surrounded him like a cat smelling fish, and the police also came to ask him about his experience of missing for half a year, and prepared to close the case." ”

"You forgot what I told you before?" Dean shook his head with a displeased face, "Luben's secret must not be leaked. ”

"Don't worry, I solemnly warned that kid, he is not a fool, and he doesn't want to be put in a mental hospital, he is absolutely tight-lipped, and his best friend Jairo can't know a trace of the inside story."

"And how do you explain it to the outside world?"

"Half a year ago, Lu Ben's work was rejected by the publishing house, and all thoughts were lost, and he drank too much wine, so he left Reno on foot and began to wander around on impulse."

"He couldn't hold on, so he walked back from memory, and ended up on the Virginia Street Bridge, where he was rescued by me, the father who went to find him, and was taken to the hospital."

"When TV stations and publishers heard about his legendary experience, they were willing to pay a lot of money to republish his work."

Dean couldn't help but sigh that fate was full of drama.

"It's all right to publish, but don't mention a word you shouldn't mention, or God won't be able to keep you."

Marco solemnly promised, and looked back at his son who was cramped and excited to be interviewed by the bedside, and a smile opened on the corner of his mouth.

"There are too many people and I don't go in, help me bring a word, let Luben train hard, I have a suggestion, at this stage he can write a diary, record his daily training, improve training efficiency and physical fitness."

Luben's ability should be closely linked to reality, and he can't completely write out of nothing, completely out of logic.

The more realistic the plot of his work is, the higher the probability that the plot in the book should be transformed into reality.

Marco nodded, "When everyone is gone, I'll let him try." ”

"I have to pick up my girlfriend for a trip to Lake Tahoe, and I'll come back to see you in two days."

"I'll help you find a good guide?"

"I don't need to."

"Then we must take our hearts." Marco handed Dean a large check for ten thousand dollars, "I thought about it again, you helped Luben reborn, you should take more." ”

……

Dean took the check, and the deposit reached 140,000 again.

He then left the hospital and entered the mall, bought a bouquet of roses and some supplies, and put them into the fantasy space.

Next to the bouquet, there are a number of weapons and ammunition, as well as a dozen emergency energy bars, and a few bottles of drinking water, but because the board contains the shadow of the past, it can't be put into the space.

Don't look at 2 cubic meters as insignificant, but the fantasy characteristics make it not waste every nook and cranny and can fit more than the conventional 2 cubic meters.

In addition, Dean tested it several times, and the temperature of the fantasy space was almost constant at seven or eight degrees, and the brightness was soft and moderate, because there was a slight intersection with the outside world, and there was thin air in the space.

Dean can make small adjustments to the space with his subjective consciousness to make the space brighter or darker.

The same is true for environmental conditions such as temperature, which can be adjusted within a certain range of upper or lower ambient temperatures.

These adjustments are cost-free and take effect immediately, making them convenient and hassle-free.

……

After getting ready, Dean drove out of downtown Reno and rushed to Reno International Airport in Washoe County in the southeast, where he waited at the terminal until about nine o'clock in the morning.

"Gretchen, this way!"

Dean waved his hand towards the arrival hall,

A beautiful girl in a blue tracksuit and a shoulder bag turned around, smiled, trotted over and jumped on top of him, and grabbed him with her legs like a sloth.

Dean took her around in his arms, sniffed the familiar smell of her braids, and took the backpack in her hand with a slight bow.

"Welcome to Reno, our guide, Dean, is here for you."

"You have a little conscience, you didn't patronize your spring break trip, and left me in Las Vegas and didn't ask," the girl punched him in the chest, half-grumbling.

Dean smiled apologetically, he was worried about Convergence Law for a while in the past, and he did snub his girlfriend a little.

But now, he found that sooner or later he had to face it if he didn't hide.

And in a few months, he should have graduated and left.

"By the way, there's a surprise for you."

Dean put his outstretched hand in front of the other party, "Look, don't blink." ”

Gretchen put his hands around his chest and the corners of his mouth bent slightly, and he saw the other party's palm shaking quickly in front of him for a few seconds, during which he touched his chin dishonestly.

In the next second, Gretchen's blue eyes widened in surprise and covered his red lips.

Dean Fei'an's palm slammed into a grasp, and he suddenly grabbed a bundle of delicate roses from the void.

A little blonde girl next to her, who was holding her mother's hand and looking around, happened to see this scene, and her mouth opened into an O-shape on her fleshy little face.

"Yours." Dean held the rose in front of Gretchen, and the girl took it in her arms and sniffed it in surprise and sweetness.

The red roses set off her fair and delicate face, adding a touch of charm.

Gretchen hugged him and walked out of the terminal, his blue eyes blinking with curiosity, "When did you learn magic?" ”

"I'm not just learning art at Reno, you're my first audience." Dean has unlocked a new use of fantasy space this time.

Gretchen leaned over and kissed him in satisfaction,

The two of them got into the car and drove down the road up the mountain, ready to reach the Lake Tahoe area directly.

"Martina also wanted to call Thomas to come over for a trip, but unfortunately Thomas was too busy to come." Gretchen in the passenger seat peeled a chocolate by himself, half of it was stuffed into his mouth, and half of it was sent to the mouth of Dean who was driving.

"Hmm... New case? Dean asked, glancing at her moist lips,

"It's the last Red Dragon Club case, the fifth group was assigned to FBI agent Bradley Lincoln by the new director, and he had to work overtime with that workaholic every day."

Is the director really out of class? Another FBI?

Dean looked out the window at the road winding upwards and frowned, "Is there any progress on the case?" ”

According to Thomas, the three bodyguards who escaped from the Red Dragon Club are still at large. "In my opinion, the new FBI will probably leave in a few months." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about these troubles." Dean quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you ever been to Reno before?" ”

"Nope!" "But I've heard that there are ski slopes, cable cars, the most beautiful lakes... You can go fishing, hiking... Would I like to try my hand at skiing? ”

"I'll have enough 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 in snow, and the soil of the road is dry and clumped with snow everywhere.

The temperature under the mountain is still more than 20 degrees, the sun is shining, the climate is mild and pleasant, and the altitude in this mountain is too high, and it is in the shade, and the snow does not melt all year round.

A strong contrast is formed.

The two drove for hours, away from the city, deeper and deeper into the fresh air of the mountain forest.

At one point, they arrived at a secluded path on the shores of Lake Tahoe with a beautiful view.

Behind him are rolling snow-capped low hills, with clusters of snow-capped slopes.

And the clouds in the sky are extremely magnificent, as large and thick as cotton wool, as if they are close in front of you, you can touch them with your hand, and they are so white that there is no trace of impurities, as if the snowflakes on the hillside have drifted to the sky with the wind and become white clouds.

Directly in front of you is the endless Lake Tahoe, which is as blue and deep as a sapphire, and the water near the shore shows different color gradients depending on the depth.

Further along the coast, the resort's undulating buildings can be seen.

From a distance, the blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, green water, and the grass at your feet are integrated, and it is as beautiful as a landscape painting with a far-reaching artistic conception.

Dean stood nearby, as if his body and mind had been cleansed, and he couldn't extricate himself.

……

"Bang!"

Suddenly, instinctively, he was short.

A cloud of snow exploded in the grass behind him.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Gretchen bending down to replenish "ammunition" from the ground, and soon held a snow ball in his right hand, and hooked his fingers at him defiantly with his left hand, and smiled,

"Today I'm going to give you a taste of defeat!"

A breeze blew the bangs in front of Gretchen's forehead, brushing the corners of his delicate face and crooked mouth, and the beautiful smile shook Dean a little dazzled for a while,

From Dean's point of view, the lake behind her and the snow under her feet make her skin whiter, and her tall figure under her sportswear is more convex.

The scenery is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful.

Dean decided to teach the American girl a profound lesson, grabbed a snowball and pounced.

Soon Dean threw the defeated man into the grass and gave him a hard lesson.

……

After a long time, the two sweating profusely parted, and Gretchen leaned on his towering chest to ease his breath, threw his sneakers on Dean in anger, and ran barefoot into the lake.

Leave a row of tiny footprints on the beach.

"If you want to swim, you must first book a hotel, the water is very cold this day, be careful of catching a cold."

Dean suggested loudly in the back,

"Don't talk nonsense, dare you swim with me and see who swims to the other pier first!" The woman raised her chin and challenged him a second time unconvinced, her snow-white face was still dyed with a delicate red, and her blue eyes were rippling, "The winner has decided to have dinner today." ”

"Naive, you think you can win by changing projects?"

Dean was decisive.

"I'll let you learn some more 'lessons.'"

The two took out their swimsuits from the car and changed into them, and Gretchen put on his swimming cap with his braids.

The two of them had already exercised vigorously just now, so they didn't need to make any more preparations, and went directly into the water.

The water temperature is very low.

But they have a good physique and can persevere.

Gretchen was determined to be ashamed, and swam to the dock on the other side, waving his hands to spread the crystal water, his snow-white skin and proud figure appeared from time to time, and his posture was as beautiful as a mermaid.

And Dean pretended to chase after him for a while in a freestyle position, slowing down while the other party was not paying attention, turning on God's perspective and searching the twenty meters of water in the lake area.

Soon he found a salmon covered in pale dots.

Di'an thought moved, and the "shadow" flew out of the board, and the translucent hazy body turned into a large jellyfish-shaped net and floated towards the salmon, and when the other party was unaware, he sent it to Dean.

This salmon is arm long, lively and energetic, and it is 100% game.

But Dean wasn't going to eat it, and took out the M1900 he just got yesterday from Fantasy Space.

The gun had been modified by Johnny to shoot normally underwater, with the muzzle of the gun sticking to the edge of the left pectoral fin of the red-spotted salmon.

Tracking mode!

Di An'an said, his palm tingling slightly, and a drop of blood was sucked into the gun.

He then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Gunshots.

The greatly weakened sound of the blow was completely muffled by the icy waters.

The discharged bullet dragged a path of colorful blisters through the water with great kinetic energy.

The blood then spread.

Blood attached.45ACP grazed the pectoral fin of the salmon, and the salmon swam quickly into the distant waters in pain.

Immediately afterward, a vague sensation welled up in Dian's head, not of smelling or hearing a sound, but of a strong visual intuition, a pale reddish silky path.

This path guided him in the direction of the salmon, and the distance from him was within a meter.

It was as if his perception had woven a large web.

And this marked fish is the prey in the net, and no matter how much you struggle, you can't escape.

About a mile after the injured salmon swam out, he could still clearly sense his bearings.

"The tracking was more specific and powerful than I expected."

"We also have to try to figure out the maximum distance and the maximum duration of the track."

"You've lost!"

Suddenly there was a happy and smug laugh on the surface of the lake.

Gretchen stood on the dock with his hands crossed on his hips, his red lips smiling, and the sunlight gilded a delicate golden glow on the large expanse of moist and fair skin.

Biu！

Dean made a take-gun gesture and swam towards her.

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