Dean's journey to the Foggy World fails in disarray.

The first time he teleported to the lake monster, he didn't have time to hunt the Children of the Mist to brush his proficiency, and immediately felt his temples thump, as if he was about to squeeze through his skin and jump out.

Some terrifying being stared at him, and the ubiquitous cold, piercing, snow-pale fog around it was its eyes, blinking with monstrous killing intent, like a homesteward keeper catching an intruder and seeing through Dean's gray widow disguise, the core of humanity.

Dean roams back to the real world, the snow outside Portland, before the terrifying aura gathers.

The cold moonlight shone the shiny cold sweat on his face,

"I can actually see through the simulacrum of my soul, which is probably a seventh-level creature in the misty world, similar to the existence of a god." There was a deep jealousy and a hint of helplessness in Dean's eyes.

The idea of using the Misty World to quickly farm for proficiency has failed.

……

Next, he meditated on the red dragon in the snow outside the forest, observed the constellation Orion in the sky, and carved runes for the star arrows and drew starlight.

Time flies, early the next morning.

Refreshed, Dean returned to the pit outside the small town of Ganano, and saw Sean sitting in the driver's seat of Citroen with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, "How does it feel to train for a night of Celent runes?" ”

Sean opened his eyes and turned his head, his straight eyes burst out with a clear divine light, "It's very strange, it's like a cold consciousness energy in the dark void, combining all the indescribable information together, piercing my mind, I'm like a light bulb that suddenly receives a powerful electric current from an unknown realm... I have a hunch that receiving an hour a day and sticking to it for a long time will cause me to have some kind of evolution. ”

"Evolution?" Dean raised his eyebrows, carefully looked at Sean's face, under the slightly short brown hair, his face was slightly pale, and his life strength was still about level three, but there seemed to be an indescribable change in his temperament, "Are you sure it's not brainwashing?" ”

"What about brainwashing?" Sean tightened his face nervously, and then said in as calm a tone as possible, "The nocturnal breeders have been shouting in my ears and creating hallucinations in front of my eyes all day long, and now one more arrogance brainwashes me, it's not a big deal, and in the end, it depends on which of them is more powerful, and I will follow whomever is stronger." ”

Dean fell silent with his elbows on the window.

The atmosphere around the car slowed down slightly.

Sean broke the silence and changed the subject, "By the way, I just went back to the small town of Ganano and took a look around, and I noticed something unexpected... Do you want to check it out? ”

……

The lazy winter morning light casts a thin veil over the town of Ganano, rejuvenating the quiet town at night.

But there was only a trace of pedestrians, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street, only a few townspeople gathered in front of the town hospital.

Dean and Sean walked to a country fast-food restaurant across the street from the hospital and knocked on the counter.

"Hello, five Grand Slam burgers."

"Wait a minute," the waitress took the money, the silver turban in her pale blonde hair shook gently, and a surprised expression appeared on her pretty face, "So you're outsiders?" ”

Her pronunciation is clear and bright, with a steady tone, which is a rare standard English in Canada.

"Well, Kenny and Shaun," Dean said as he introduced himself, his eyes rolling over the lady's pretty face, "from Maine, traveling around Canada, we're going to continue westward and pass through here." ”

"Welcome to Ganano, I'm Susan. Forgive my presumptuousness, I don't think Garnano has much to offer and there are very few tourists, especially those of you who are so young. The girl handed the burger to the two of them,

Dean took the burger and took half of it off, exchanging a look with Sean, "I feel like the infrastructure in the town is pretty good." ”

"It was left over a long time ago, back to my grandparents' generation. At that time, Ganano discovered gold and silver mines, "the girl was a talkative person, and the magical whirlwind of the eyes of the guests made her irresistible, and introduced with a smile," and all kinds of communities sprang up almost overnight. But soon, the veins dried up, and the communities declined and disappeared at the same rate, leaving only empty hotels, shops, and salons. ”

"Now the population of the entire town of Ganano is less than 600 people."

Sean nodded solemnly, "The history I studied records that there are many 'ghost towns' in the southwestern United States that were born and died because of mines. ”

"Actually, Garnano isn't a ghost town yet," Susan laughed, her big eyes revealing a hint of helplessness, "but it's almost there." Nowadays, young people basically leave the town as soon as they get their diploma and go to Ottawa, Montreal, Toronto and other big cities, and never come back, leaving only some women, children, old people and poor people in the town, and in a few years, the town will disappear completely. ”

"Recent events are accelerating this trend."

"How?" Dean's voice was as friendly and kind as a brother, which was hard for Susan to resist, and a hint of confusion flashed in her big bright eyes, looking at the hospital across the street from the store, "A lot of people have died in the town in the past two months. ”

"How many died?"

"Thirty-five or six, Miller, the owner of the pension, and the owner of the watch shop... Old Pastor Andre, who just passed away this morning and had just been taken to the hospital..."Susan clenched her hands unconsciously, her eyes showing a worried expression, "My grandmother also passed away last month. ”

"There are so many dead people in two months, and there are less than 600 people in the town." Sean asked with a solemn face, "This frequency is abnormally high, is it some kind of infectious disease?" ”

"No, most of the people who died were over sixty years old." Susan took a deep breath and explained, "I was found dead in my bed, and Dr. Crick didn't detect any infectious diseases, tuberculosis, leukemia, or anything like that, and there were no wounds. ”

Dean interrupted, "But it's obviously not normal for so many old people to die one after another. ”

"Well, my grandmother has always been very strong, and the day before she died, she stewed a big pot of venison at home, slept and left, although this way of dying is the most merciful at age, but the frequency of death is too high." Susan's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, like a stain on the delicate porcelain, which made people feel distressed for a while, and couldn't help but erase it, "A few townspeople think it's God who has summoned them back to heaven, but more townspeople are worried that this terrible trend will spread to younger people, like some kind of... Sort of..."

"Curse." Dean said what was in her heart,

"Yes," Susan wiped her hands with a rag, and when she saw the solemnity on Dean's face, she immediately apologized, "Forgive me, I shouldn't have mentioned such a bad thing and affected your good mood. ”

Dean and Sean shook their heads absently, wiped the grease from their fingers, and put down a few beautiful knives, "We're interested in this aspect of things... After all, difficulties and bumps are also part of tourism. That's it, farewell. ”

……

"Kenny, what do you think?" After leaving the restaurant, Sean looked at the warm sun in the sky,

Dean said in a firm tone, "There's something supernatural in this town that is causing bad luck. ”

"So your hunch last night was right, the presence of a dead deer means something ominous is about to happen," Sean asked slightly pleadingly, "Would you like to help these poor people?" ”

"Something like that happened in Pier Town, and it hasn't affected your kindness?"

"It's a lie to say I don't mind, but I think doing a little more for the benefit of humanity and society will also help me maintain some humanity under the brainwashing of Midianism and arrogance." Sean said sincerely,

Sean's voice landed, and a prompt appeared in Dean's eyes - the triggering event "Evil Hidden in Ganano".

This small town in eastern Ontario, built on abandoned ore veins, has seen dozens of elderly deaths in the past two months.

They think there's something hidden in it.

Find a way to find out the truth behind the incident, and if there is a murderer, then eliminate the murderer, or subdue him.

Event difficulty: Unknown

Progress: (5/100)

Duration: Unlimited

Reward: Unknown

"Even what you say makes sense," Dean looked around at the pale and cold town, death had started to happen two months ago, and it couldn't have been caused by the law of convergence that he had invited, so he didn't mind brushing a few incidents, "Let's go, let's see..."

……

The town hospital is small, with only two doctors in total, one of whom is taking a nurse to comfort the deceased's family.

Dean and Sean listened for a while without finding much useful information, and quietly found another Dr. Crick, wearing a white coat with a thin body, messy gray hair, and heavy dark circles, like a middle-aged man suffering from severe insomnia, Dean also found that he had a bit of an irregular heartbeat.

He was then hypnotized by telekinesis and taken to an office.

"Dr. Crick, what happened to the deceased this morning?"

"Around four o'clock in the morning," Crick stared into Dean's eyes as he felt like he was watching a dark vortex that sucked up all the secrets he had hidden in his heart, "Pastor Andre fell down while going up the stairs to the bathroom, and his wife called an ambulance to take him to the hospital, and unfortunately he had stopped breathing. ”

"The cause of death?"

The doctor's eyes were glazed, "The preliminary inference is that it is a serious head injury caused by falling to the back of the head, and the specific information will not be known until an autopsy." ”

"Is his body in the morgue?"

"In the third room on the first floor."

Dean immediately let go of God's perspective and swept underground.

In the middle of the dark room, on the morgue lay an old man covered with a white cloth.

The light of life is gone, and death is certain.

Pale as blood, wrinkled, covered with age spots, and with obvious blood stains on the back of the head, God's perspective continued to look inside, and the X-ray machine illuminated the internal condition of the corpse clearly.

The shape and color of the internal organs are relatively normal, not like there is any problem, except for atheroma damage to the brain, there are no other injuries...

"It does look like a head injury."

Dean didn't notice anything unusual or suspicious for the time being, and turned his gaze to the doctor,

"Give me the list of people who have died in the hospital for the last two months."

The doctor nodded, and after rummaging through the archives room, he quickly returned with a file and handed it to Dean.

Dean and Sean took out the papers and began to flip through them,

"On December 20, 1981, Miles Johnsson, 67, a Caucasian man, was found in bed at 9 a.m. without breathing, and died of natural causes."

"On December 22, 1981, Libby Breck, 77 years old, Caucasian woman, was found in bed at 7 a.m. and lost her breath and died of natural causes"

……

The first six deceased were all judged to have died of natural causes by the hospital, and after the basic examination confirmed that there were no external injuries, there was no further autopsy, autopsy, or laboratory examination.

But after that, a seventh man with a small mole and hooked nose in front of his forehead appeared, and the hospital obviously sensed that something was wrong and conducted a detailed autopsy, and left a corresponding autopsy report.

Name: Sayre Dance

Address: 36 Carey Street, Garnano Township, Ontario 03565

Age: 59 Gender: Male Race: Caucasian

Admission: 12/26/81, 8 a.m.

Test:

Tuberculosis skin test: negative

Diabetes mellitus: negative

Bone marrow sampling: negative

Chest X-ray: negative.

Number of red blood cells: 30% heme.

Diagnosis of cause of death: severe anemia, death from shock.

……

"Well, severe anemia, death from shock?" Dean raised his eyebrows, and suddenly found that the progress of the investigation had jumped directly from zero to ten percent.

This is an important clue.

"Dr. Crick, Sayr Dance doesn't have any wounds?"

The doctor took the examination report and looked through it several times, "There was only a small wound left from the fall, but there was no heavy bleeding." ”

"Has he had a medical check-up in the hospital before?"

"Yes."

The doctor retrieved a file containing Sayre's annual physical examination report.

According to the report, Sayre had undergone a routine physical examination a month before his death, had no chronic diseases, no mild anemia, and was healthier than many young people who liked to stay up late to smoke grass and drink heavily.

But the cause of death a month later was anemia shock.

"It doesn't make sense." Sean's eyes slowly widened, "How can a person suddenly suffer from severe anemia in a month?" Is there no process of development and deterioration? ”

The doctor's eyes flashed with memory, "We didn't find any causative factors at that time, and we could only consider it a disease and death." ”

……

Dean and Sean exchanged glances and continued to roll back.

After the seventh deceased, Sayre Dance, he jumped from eighth to the last thirty-sixth.

The progress of the event slowly jumped to 15 percent.

The age of the deceased is all greater than 55 years old, the interval between deaths is relatively even, basically one death in two days, sometimes more than one death in one day, some of the deceased have chronic diseases, and have left medical records in the hospital, but some have no physical problems.

What they have in common is that they are older, they both live in the town of Ganano, they know each other, and they have no signs or anomalies before they die.

Because of this apparently unusual frequency of deaths, the hospital and townspeople feared that it was some kind of infectious disease, so autopsies were performed on all subsequent deceased.

Then strange things happened, the autopsy report revealed that they all died of natural causes in their sleep.

"That's not what I expected." Dean's face was clouded, and according to his analysis, there were no autopsies on the first six, and the cause of death was uncertain.

The cause of death of the latter group should be similar to that of the seventh deceased, such as severe anemia, which proves that their killers are the same or that they are destroyed by the same evil force.

But the results are unrelated, what's going on?

"Man, could it be that we're focusing on something wrong?" Sean asked, "The seventh anemic deceased, Sayre Danse, and the Duane Andre who fell to his death today, have nothing to do with the other deceased. Should we focus more on natural death in our sleep, some kind of devil taking them away in our sleep? ”

Dean shook his head decisively, the cause of death of "severe anemia" can change the progress of the system, which must be the focus of the investigation.

And "natural death in sleep" does not obviously touch the progress, and it is not an important clue.

However, the former is an isolated case, and the latter occupies most of it.

There is a serious contradiction between facts and logic.

Dean has always chosen to believe in the system, the system can't go wrong, then what's wrong is-

He glanced at a series of reports spread out on his desk and asked the doctor, "Who is responsible for the autopsies of these deceased?" ”

"Momir Dane from the laboratory department, he usually comes to work at nine o'clock in the morning, and he has to wait a little bit."

Dean nodded, "Dr. Crick, you can leave and get back to work,"

The doctor looked at the star-like eyes in front of him, and only felt that he had been cleaned from the inside out by the mysterious power inside, and the dark circles under his eyes were straightened, and he nodded, and turned to leave.

"Man, can you do anything with this hypnosis?" Sean said with envy and awe,

"Don't go too far, ask questions at most." Dean led Sean to the bathroom,

"What to do next, do you have a clue?"

"Coroner Momir Dane may have a problem, we can't fully trust the conclusions he gave," Dean snapped his fingers lightly, and his telekinesis was hundreds of meters away, bypassing the surveillance equipment, and unknowingly pulled out a test tube of blood from Duane Andre, who had just fallen to his death this morning, and flew back to Dean's side.

Dean reached out and took the tube, poured out a drop of blood and stuffed it into his mouth.

Activate licking memories.

(End of chapter)