"Two, if you see the man in the overalls or his red Ford, don't rush to confront him... It's dangerous, that guy might be carrying a lethal weapon," Dean gave his pager number to the father and daughter, "and when I saw him, I immediately called me from a nearby phone, and I immediately rushed over to deal with it, understand?" ”

"Got it."

The three quickly assigned jobs, and Julie stayed at the family hotel and waited for them.

Leo searched the area around the Des Moines River, and Dean walked to the back alley of the inn 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 absorption vest" in advance just in case.

Dean then bought a map of Des Moines at a nearby newsstand, and quickly navigated the layout of the city according to the signs.

The city is the capital of Iowa, with buildings of all sizes, arterial roads and forks, and several bridges across the river.

And Des Moines isn't a city in Las Vegas where casinos are full of high surveillance, and neighborhood surveillance is almost non-existent.

The system only gives 24 hours, and it is not realistic to conduct a carpet search of the entire city in a stupid way.

Dean must find out where the search is going to be if Camille is with the strap-on guys.

Dean flagged down a taxi on the side of the road and asked the Asian driver,

"Man, do you know any couple-friendly hotels in the city?"

The driver nodded,

"Of course, I have to go around the city a few times a day and keep all the locations in my mind."

"Help me mark the hotels and inns..."Dean handed out the map and a five-dollar tip, and the driver happily connected the dots with the red pen in his hand, circled the locations of all the large hotels in the city, plus the small hotels in the middle of nowhere, a total of forty-three.

"Let's start with this IKEA hotel."

……

Dean drove Bronco and began the search.

He didn't need to slowly enter the hotel lobby like an ordinary police officer, take out his credentials, ask the front desk about his stay, and search every room on every floor one by one.

He drove across the road outside the hotel, directly activated the perspective of God, and could easily penetrate the hotel exterior wall within 30 meters, and see the internal situation of each room, whether there are people living there, and how many people live there, without leaving a trace of dead ends.

Camille and the man in the strap, who were instantly recognizable, were now close to twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the hotel guests had checked out, leaving most of the rooms empty.

All kinds of favorable factors are superimposed, God's perspective is fast and hidden, and the efficiency is comparable to radar, sweeping the first floor of the hotel in tens of seconds, and inspecting the various hotels of Des Moines on the seventh or eighth floors within ten minutes.

Dean drove along Hotel Street.

IKEA, PASS.

Hilton, PASS.

Marriott, PASS.

Hyatt, PASS.

……

From noon in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky above the city quietly appeared in large black cumulonimbus clouds like thick cotton wool, and the sun hid.

The cold wind blowing from the Des Moines River stinged the skin like a whip, the air became unusually humid, and a rainstorm was coming, casting a haze over Dian's head.

He searched for the 20 or so most well-known hotels in the city center, but found nothing, and the progress of the investigation was only adjusted from 10 percent to 15 percent.

Dean rubbed his slightly swollen temples, the sound of a pager on his waist woke him up, and 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 to find the present, but I didn't even find Camille and the strap-on man's shadow?" Leo's worried and anxious voice came out of the microphone, "How are you over there, is there any news?" ”

"I'm feeling fast," Dean said in a calm tone, as if with a calming magic, "you go ahead and look for all the hotels and inns along the river. ”

"Man, what's wrong with your voice?"

"It's getting colder, and my throat is a little uncomfortable." Dean touched his white face and said,

"Well, Julie is worried to death..."

"Let her calm down, if she wants to find her mother, stay in the hotel honestly, don't make trouble, wait for my news."

……

Hang up the phone.

According to the map markers, Dean searched the northeast and southwest of the city, searching for remote streets and alleys, small hotels that are rarely frequented.

Another hour passed, and the sky darkened completely, like a pre-apocalyptic scene.

Bang!

The skyline suddenly exploded with a muffled thunder, and a dazzling silver snake split through the thick dark clouds!

Draining.

Continuous rain fell from the cracks, and a silver bead curtain was opened between heaven and earth. Then the noisy downpour fell, flooding the long street in the blink of an eye.

The whirling wind whistled and blew the oak trees on the side of the street swinging their branches like a mad dance.

"Toot toot..."

"Toot toot..."

A few shrill car horns rang out in the rainstorm, but they were soon drowned out by the rain.

“heavy rain。” Dean watched a passerby get drenched in soup and ran towards the mall in embarrassment, turning the steering wheel and driving into a street next to the intersection.

Suddenly, his expression moved-

In the distance, outside a small hotel called "Crystal of Love", the rain whipped at a red Ford pickup truck, and the license plate number on the back of the car matched the car of the man in the suspenders that Dean remembered.

Got it!

Di'an was excited, immediately parked the car on the side of the road, let the torrential rain drench his windbreaker, and slowly approached the hotel thirty meters along the sidewalk.

As you take a step, you can scan the rooms inside the "Crystal of Love" hotel from right to left from God's perspective.

With empty single beds, old floors and furniture, the hotel is so bad that almost no one cares about it.

Up to the far corner of a room.

Dean paused, his eyes flashed with horror, and he accidentally opened his mouth to eat a mouthful of cold rain.

What's going on?

A man was standing by the window with the curtains closed.

He wore only a pair of blue jeans, two suspenders that fell to the carpet, revealing a mountain-wide back, thick black body hair, and high bulging fascia and muscles, making him as strong as a grizzly bear standing upright.

A plump woman in red running shorts and a t-shirt sits at the table in front.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a sports headband, her cheeks were flushed with intoxication, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow and rapid, like an addict who had just finished a herbal party and was still floating in the clouds.

Camille could be vaguely seen in her form, but Dean couldn't confirm it.

Because the thickness, texture, and color of an arm resembled the strange tissue of scalded octopus tentacles that blocked the area below her eyes, and it squirmed rhythmically like an infusion tube.

The other end of the tentacle was attached to the man's chest, and another similar tentacle protruded from there, burrowing under the other's feet.

The tentacles bulged and contracted, as if they were transporting some poisonous substance to Camille, and the substance escaped outward, causing a layer of glowing pale green gas to linger around both of them.

This extremely strange scene made Dean feel an indescribable dizziness, and his mind seemed to be stuffed with dirty, filthy information.

Holding back the urge to vomit, he continued to scan the man's face from God's perspective.

The face was no longer human, with horizontal flesh and black veins, and black and white barbed spines growing on the skin.

The thorns didn't stick straight out, but were brushed back like hair.

Composed a hedgehog head that exudes as strong and wild as whiskey!

The most impressive thing is that the eyes of this hedgehog's head, with their almond-shaped vertical pupils, are as black as an abyss, staring at the woman's face.

It is the supreme lord who captivates the whole body and mind of a woman!

……

After Dean watched this scene, he only felt that the system shook suddenly.

The progress of the investigation has skyrocketed from 15 percent to 40 percent!

……

"Barbs and tentacles, what kind of monster is this hedgehog head?" The torrential rain outside the house frantically washed over Dean's upright body, and his mind raced,

"No, I have seen similar strange creatures that maintain a basic human form but have deformed organs and tissues on their bodies."

An image flashed in his mind of a scarlet skin like lava, a head full of snake hair, and covered in bone spurs—the nocturnal species that had been kept in the mansion by the Leighton Stone family for several years, Westen.

Immediately, a strong intuition arose, and a strange ballad sounded in Dean's ears again-

"God is in heaven..."

"Midian..."

"North!"

The song flickered far and near, but it suppressed the sound of the torrential rain beating against everything.

made his eyes dazed for a moment, and he bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and his eyes returned to clarity-

This denim bib man is a nocturnal species with a human form!

Bang!

A bolt of lightning shattered the sky, and a flash of silver light shone through the excitement on his face and the desire to fight in his eyes.

The ancestors of the cannibals, the Nocturnal Species possess an incredibly keen sense of smell, and can even sniff out the health of their targets, their strength, and the people they have killed.

But God is also helping Dean, and this downpour has covered up his body odor and all noise.

The hedgehog head was so engrossed in his grotesque business that he did not notice that the scythe of death was silently resting on his neck!

Today is the day of the hunt!

……

Dean checked to make sure there was no one else near the hotel.

The hotel lobby was dimly lit, and only an old woman in her fifties with reading glasses was dozing off at the front desk.

Except for the hedgehog head's room, the rest of the room is empty, which is very convenient to get hands on.

Confirm the environment.

Dean took out a Swiss knife from the fantasy space, his mind surged, and the four tires of the red Ford pickup truck parked outside the hotel were all punctured!

Cut off the back path of the prey.

Dean continued slowly to the window in the corner room.

The spirit swept over the TAC-50 in the fantasy space, and its eyes rolled.

This thing is powerful enough, but the movement is huge, and one shot can't solve the target, and I'm afraid that the other party will escape.

Dean opted for a more secure attack, grabbing the M1900 out of fantasy space with his right hand and locking onto the hedgehog's head through the window.

The rain trickled down the cold, hard gun.

Dean exhaled a white breath from his mouth and nose, held the pistol in both hands, raised it, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the left eye of the monster in the room.

Eyes are as bright as flames!

Click, untie the insurance.

A stream of blood-like heat poured through his fingers into the cold trigger.

Tracer!

There was a crackling sound in the air.

.

44Magnum pierced through the rain curtain, shattered the windowpane, and pierced the man's left eye.

Blood splattered, a huge eyeball exploded like a soft-hearted egg that had been squeezed open, and the man snorted in pain, and his body trembled like an electric shock.

And long before the first bullet hits the target!

Bang!

Dean pulled the second shot first.

But the hedgehog head reacted surprisingly quickly.

Hit by a single shot, he retracted the two tentacles that had sucked the woman like lightning and lunged to the side, the second shot only hit him in the shoulder, shallowly penetrating a layer of skin, and was stuck in the flesh.

The monster's face sank in pain, and the spikes that were combed backwards on its head stood outward, and contracted inward like a charged spring, ready to fire at any moment!

His head instantly turned into a spiky orb!

All of this happens in just a second.

The second second!

Crackling and splashing!

Dressed in a wet black trench coat and holding his breath, Dean smashed the glass window and jumped inside.

He was in mid-air and had not yet landed.

He lifts his gun, aims, and pulls the trigger through God's perspective.

At the same time, the black pupils of the hedgehog head glared at this uninvited guest with murderous intent and launched an attack!

Dozens of dense steel needles shot towards Dean like a torrential rain with a popping sound, and half of them were fanned by invisible telekinesis, "chopping and chopping" into the wooden wall of the room.

The other half shot the ghost armor in front of Dean, and all of them were unpowered and fell to the ground like a sponge.

Bang bang bang!

Dean also shot out the dozen or so rounds left on the M1900 in one go.

The torso of the limbs that hit the hedgehog head with three hits sink into the flesh, exploding several clouds of blood, and the rest of the air blasts through 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.

Realizing that the situation was not good, it resolutely turned and smashed open the locked wooden door, and rushed into the hallway, so fast that it brought out the afterimage, and jumped ten meters out of the ground under its feet, but its huge body fell silently!

It fled into the lobby of the hotel like a lost dog, and rushed through the main entrance into the waterfall outside.

The old woman at the front desk was not aware at all, and was still dozing quietly.

Dean paused in pursuit, his fingers hooked the trigger and spun around, and an intuition rose in his heart, and a pale red chain floated in the air in front of him, clearly indicating the direction and distance of the hedgehog's escape.

"Run, run, nocturnal, the game has just begun."

The homing effect lasts for a day!

As for now—

Dean rushed to Camille on the table, and there were no visible injuries from God's perspective, but she seemed to have been poisoned and unconscious.

"Give Leo a call first and let them take care of the scene."

……

(End of chapter)