305. Mother, Otis
The entire house was thrown into the underworld with corpses and bloodstains to be cleaned up.
Dean received $200,000 in cash and some gold and jewelry, left the sinful building with Adam, and quickly rushed to Victoria, north of Columbus, to find a hotel to stay in.
Adam entered the guest room and went straight to the bathroom, diligently washing away the dirt, dirt, and blood that had accumulated on his body after half a year of wandering.
It wasn't until the two large vats were washed into black mud that he felt completely new.
Looking in the mirror, the face in the mirror has high cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets with dark circles, the corners of the mouth are thin and drooping, haggard and tired, not at all the vigor and vitality of a young man in his twenties, but like a middle-aged man who has been tortured by life and lost his fighting spirit.
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After interrogating the gangster's soul, Dean sat on the couch in the guest room, his eyes turned to Adam opposite, and he changed into a plush pajamas, but they were too thin, and the clothes were loosely covered, revealing an inconspicuous black tattoo the size of a little fingertip on the back of his neck.
And the wisps of blood-red life light that shrouded his body when he used to kill people with a knife became pure white and flawless again, and the strangeness on his body completely faded.
"Kenny, you avenged me by slashing the brute who hurt Lina," Adam casually cut off his long messy hair with a pair of scissors, looked at Dean's reflection in the mirror, and said with a sincere look in his eyes, "I owe you a great favor, and I will repay you later." β
Dean nodded at him, "There's no rush to return first, there is an agreement between us." I'll help you find William, and you convince him to give me a study. β
Agreement?
Adam's blue eyes rolled, eager and afraid, "You're not an ordinary person, are you?" Are you a legendary superpower, or a devil who induces deep desires and fulfills them for others? β
"That knife you gave me has magical powers?"
Dean cocked Erlang's legs and smiled, "It's okay if you want to think so." β
Adam asked with a worried expression, "I've heard that the devil hides terrible proviso in the agreement?" β
He thought of the massacre, the core of the Hell Angels Gang, who had ruled the underground of Columbus for many years, and he was wiped out by himself?
He used to be dizzy and short of breath when he saw blood.
This time, he killed dozens of people without blinking, like a perverted killer in a murder case.
The stinking blood suddenly became unusually sweet, and the piercing cry of despair became beautiful and beautiful...
It was as if a voice in his heart was urging and seducing himβmore blood, more 'until he was soaked in it and had a qualitative change.
Is all this the reason for the man in front of you?
The Devil's Temptation to Fall?
Dean seemed to see through the doubt in his heart and shook his head, "I have never forced and manipulated you from beginning to end, everything is your own choice." Besides, don't they deserve to die? β
Adam Qiang smiled and said worriedly, "But there are so many dead, we have to hurry up and leave Columbus after the investigation, otherwise the remaining hundreds of brothers of the Hell Angels will definitely come to us for revenge." β
"Don't worry, according to the consistent urine nature of the gang, the boss will definitely fight among himself first, elect a new boss, and have no time to deal with us." Dean said nonchalantly, "There are no clues at the scene, and they will definitely not be able to contact us." β
Adam let out a long sigh of relief.
Dean tapped his fingers upside down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, his eyes scanning his whole body sharply, "By the way, have you ever felt a little different from others since you were a child?" β
"I have a good physique, I have never lost one-on-one with my peers since I was a child, and I have never been sick, and I have never had a cold."
"Other than that?"
"I'm a pure vegetarian. I have never touched meat for as long as I can remember. Adam said sarcastically, "At first, it was William's order and request, and he told me that being vegetarian would purify our body and mind, expel some harmful negative emotions, and be a beneficial practice, so he took me with him to become a vegetarian practitioner." β
"I also once resisted, when I was in school, I secretly ate a piece of luncheon meat from a classmate's lunch box, and then I don't know how he found out and beat him up, so he also recruited the Children's Bureau and almost deprived him of his custody of me."
"Later, I got used to being vegetarian... When you smell the meat, you feel stinky and disgusting. β
Dean shook his head and criticized, "Forcing my own son to be vegetarian is like suppressing the nature of animals, and eating vegetarian alone cannot meet daily nutritional needs." β
"So we also have to take a lot of vitamins and supplements every day." Adam rubbed some water on his half-short stubble, "William may be right, under his strict diet, my body is healthier than the average person. If it were someone else, he would have been tortured by the Hell Angels Gang for half a year and would have been half-dead a long time ago. β
"But there are also sequelae of being vegetarian, William has eaten more than me for decades, so he has become as cold as a tree, and in his eyes except for research, there is no son like me at all."
Seeing him mention his father, Dean took the opportunity to ask more about William's life.
Unfortunately, the relationship between the two fathers and sons was not very harmonious, and the limited information provided by Adam failed to touch the progress of the incident.
Dean thought for a moment, then asked, "What about your grandparents, or your aunts and uncles?" β
"I'm already dead."
"I remember your neighbor mentioned that your mother died too young?"
Adam nodded, put down the scissors, and began to comb the short hair that was close to the scalp, "A few years after I was born, Aurora died of illness, and I can't even remember what she looked like. β
Dean's eyes sank, and the progress of the system jumped from twenty percent to twenty-one percent.
Could it be that Adam's dead mother was an important person?
"What disease?"
"William mentioned a few words when I was very young, cancer."
"I'm sorry," Dean remembers that Hope's daughter, Sarah, also died of cancer, and there is no cure for it with current scientific methods.
Adam picked up a razor and worked on his thick beard, "It's okay, I'm not sad at all, I don't have the slightest affection for this mother I have never met." β
"And what is William's relationship with her?"
"Probably very affectionate, right?" Adam grabbed a towel and wiped his chin vigorously, "William and Aurora studied the same major, started dating in college, and got married when they were thirty-five or six years old. β
"The few times William mentions her, he does so with affection."
"When Aurora fell ill, he didn't hesitate to leave me in the care of a nanny, and took Aurora all over the country and even abroad to find a cure... But in the end, it couldn't save her life. β
The system shook and the progress jumped to 25 percent.
Dean rolled his eyes, his eyes flashed with thought, and suddenly there was a hint of speculation in his heart.
Adam said in a complicated tone, "I have always felt that William's later obsession with research was also related to Aurora's death, and he wanted to fulfill his wife's last wish to make a major breakthrough in the fields of 'Baphren' and 'Leviathan'. β
"It makes sense, too. So Adam, do you have a picture of Aurora? β
"No, William disposed of all Aurora's things in the house very early, probably because he was afraid that I would be sad."
This also means that Dean has no way to use the Black Domain to retrieve Aurora's whereabouts.
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"Almost, go to bed early tonight," Dean patted Adam on the shoulder, looking at his skinny face like an addict, "Get ready, go to Ohio State tomorrow morning, and maybe your life will be turned upside down." β
Adam nodded, his eyes twinkling at his back as he pushed the door open, then at the window of the guest room, and then smiled.
It's already a miracle that I can help Lina avenge my own rotten life, and every extra day of life is earned.
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In the corridor, Shoal jumped out of his coat pocket and said with a grin, "This guy is simply a humanoid energy source, and the boiling emotions make me suck my fill, and the progress of skill condensation has reached eight percent." β
"But master, he is by no means an ordinary person, you have to be careful."
"I understand that he doesn't know anything about it himself, and maybe his ancestors have a different bloodline." Dean thought of the flash of red in Adam's body, the color of life he had only seen in one creature.
But that creature was very different from the appearance and temperament of the handsome young man in front of him.
The clues are unclear, and it is useless to think too much, so 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 rooftop, bathed in the snow, and continued to hone his occult weapons, meditate on stargazing, and forge star arrows.
The night passed quietly.
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The snow stopped early the next morning, and the washed sky was so clear that there were rays of golden sunlight.
Under the sun, several snow plows rumbled on the roads of the city, and people who had been trapped by heavy snow all night ran into the streets to breathe their breath with smiles on their faces.
The Franklin district is full of fascinating energy.
Dean and Adam had breakfast and walked along the riverbank to Ohio State University, north of downtown, although Adam had changed into a brand new down jacket and jeans, his too thin body made him look extremely uncoordinated, like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave, which caused the surrounding crowd to constantly cast curious and disgusted glances.
This makes Adam even more cramped and nervous.
They walked four kilometers north to the Ohio State University's campus.
It's one of the largest schools in the country, covering thousands of acres and with 20,000 to 30,000 students and staff, it's like a city within a city.
The view is wide and the air is fresh, and the roads are lined with snow-covered lawns and greenery.
Rather than the patches of red brick buildings in Franklin, many of the school's office buildings were converted from nineteenth-century Victorian buildings, with steep two- to three-story roofs and huge wraparound porches adorned with rich and ornate wall textures and patterns.
With their own galleries, libraries, and gymnasiums, energetic female college students who show their toned thighs despite the cold form a wonderful winter landscape.
Dean stopped a fashionable and beautiful schoolgirl in a sweatshirt, suit, and baseball cap on the side of the road, "Classmate, excuse me, we want to go to the College of Humanities, where should we go?" β
"Faculty of Humanities?" The girl took off her sunglasses, swept her gaze to the Mexican face on the opposite side, and her emaciated face, and shouted a slogan with a wave of her left fist, "Long live the horse chestnut!" β
Dean was stunned.
What is this code?
Adam seemed to think of something, and hurriedly shouted, "Get back into the jungle, wolverine cubs!" β
"Very good, you have passed the test, you are your own people." The girl smiled and stretched out her hand to the north, "Go two kilometers ahead, and you will see a red and blue house..."
Seeing the girl leave, Adam explained to his companions, "More than 100 years ago, Ohio and Michigan clashed over the division of the border. Since then, Ohio University's football team, the Buckeyes, and the University of Michigan's Wolverines have become bitter rivals, continuing the battle for the boundary line on the football field. β
His voice quietly became heavy, "In the past, I had to accompany Lina to watch the match between the two teams every year, but I never had a chance again. β
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Rushed to the School of Humanities and History, Dean sent a camera to clean up the surveillance footage in the building, and then on the wall on the side of the corridor on the first floor, he saw portraits of teachers.
The fifth positive is Otis Gaddafi.
Middle-aged white man with glasses, bald head, broom beard.
Professor, Department of History, Faculty of Humanities.
Dean glanced at the portrait a few times, closed his eyes and fell into the black field, close to the target, and locked on to the exact position almost in a second.
"Found him, right in Office 302, go, Adam... Adam? β
"Oh, let's go." Adam withdrew his gaze from the "deceased" introduction on William White's portrait next to Otis, followed Dean to the stairs, and turned his gaze to the students who were walking around, "By the way, Kenny, what if Otis doesn't cooperate with us?" This is the school, full of innocent students, can't you go under the knife like last night? β
"Don't worry." Dean said in a firm tone, "You can vent your grudges as long as you don't kill him." β
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In front of the black wooden door of 302.
Dean flicked his wrist, and the handle inside the door clicked and rotated automatically, and the door opened inward, revealing the man sitting at the desk flipping through the books.
Otis looked up, his small eyes under the thick spectacle lenses swept over the faces of the two uninvited guests, and stopped at Adam's emaciated and fleshless face, his expression was momentarily dull, he swallowed his saliva, and stood up tightly,
"William's son, Adam? What's the situation, how did you get in? β
Adam glanced at Dean and got a nod, then he rubbed his fists and walked up, a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and anger surging in his chest,
"Otis, my good uncle. In the past six months, you have taken care of me and my relatives and friends... I really can't help it, so I came to thank you today. β
"I don't understand what you mean, are you misunderstood?" Otis noticed the other party's bloodshot eyes and tense body, and his eyelids jumped and warned, "Don't mess around, Adam, back off immediately, or I'll call the security guard!" β
"Someone! Come on! β
"Scream!" Adam pounced like a predatory beast, his thin body swooping down on his desk as fast as lightning, knocking Adam into the glass-door bookcase behind him.
Crackling, glass shattered, and scarf pierced Otis's back, stabbing his black coat into countless bloody hollows, and he screamed,
"Call me!!"
Adam grabbed him by the collar with one hand and punched him in the nose with the other, the bridge of his nose snapped and tilted to one side, spurting blood staining his broom beard and bloated double chin,
"Ahhh Stopβ"
A knee hit Otis's lower body, and the pain of the broken egg instantly made his cheeks flush and twist, and he shoved the pain into his stomach,
"Scream, taste what I've experienced!" Adam retracted his knee and pushed him to the ground again, pounced on him, and punched the face with his bow left and right, "You've got to scream louder than Lina and me!" β
Puff fist into the flesh.
Drops of sweat and blood splattered onto the bookcase, and Otis wailed like a pig.
And Di watched quietly, letting the shallows absorb the turbulent emotions of these two people, and only spoke for a long time,
"That's enough, he'll faint if he hits him again."
"Whew... Suckβ" 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?" β
"Your father, he... Isn't he dead? Otis glared at puffy eyes and said weakly,
"Dare to be hard-mouthed!" Adam stepped on his neck, "Didn't you pay a million for the hell angels gang to torture me for half a year?" Investigate the information behind me? You know he's not dead! β
"Let go... Loose...," Otis shuddered, and the ground under his pants was visibly wet, "I just want to get William's research." I don't know where he went... I swear! β
"Lie! You can get a million from a professor? Who's behind it? β
"Nobody, I have money in my family... Rich. The professor shook the precious diamond watch on his wrist,
Dean crouched down, his fingers dipped a drop of blood on his forehead, stuffed it into his mouth, turned his pupils around, and started licking his memory, and a few images flashed through his mind, "He didn't lie, let the gangsters investigate you was his own idea." β
"But Otis, what information do you want about the 'sΓ©ance' and 'pentagram'?"
"The sΓ©ance will be a ... A custom-made table," Otis replied honestly as he lay on the ground, "to summon the corresponding special creatures to descend into the real world." β
"Special creatures?"
"That is, non-human creatures."
"Pentagram... It's about reshaping the body of this summon and adapting it to the real-world circle. β
Event progress jumps to 30 percent.
Dean looked at Adam, who shook his head blankly, apparently never seeing the table.
Otis muttered, "Before William's accident, he obtained important information in this regard from the materials of the 'Leviathan' and made a major breakthrough. I want to get his work. β
Summon special creatures, descend into the real world, and reshape your body?
Dean didn't know what these actions had to do with Leviathan, the god of the Hellish Monks, but could it be related to Aurora, Adam's mother, who had touched the progress bar earlier?
He motioned for Adam to let go of his feet and lifted Otis up,
"Let's talk more about this sΓ©ance and the pentagram."
(End of chapter)