Chapter 84

Dallas.

The ninth-largest city in the United States, located in north-central Texas, far from the Gulf of Mexico, and the third-largest city in Texas.

Louis and the others' goal was Dallas, but not just the city of Dallas; the surrounding scenic nature areas were the real goal, because Dallas was an energy city, with the oil industry as its pillar, and there was nothing fun in the city.

It just so happened that the Hobbs Creek Manor recommended by the farmer was nearby, and it was also close to a nature reserve.

The surrounding scenery was excellent, and even at the other end of the reserve, which was the other end of Hobbs Creek Manor, there was a newly built small town, said to have been built by a group of white millionaires for retirement and recuperation.

At this time, Louis and the others had already arrived in Dallas by car.

In the America of the 1990s, big cities were already very developed, and many future modern things could be seen in their embryonic form here. People's travel was also very trendy, and pop music was played everywhere, with Michael Jackson's music occupying the top position.

It was just that public security seemed to have never been very good from beginning to end, and there were hip-hop artists and drug addicts everywhere in the corners...

In short, it was best not to go to the corners.

After playing in Dallas for a few days, Louis and the others felt bored. Unlike New Orleans, which was full of French culture, there really wasn't anything to play here.

Soon, after returning their room cards, the group headed toward the nature reserve around Dallas.

However, Louis was not prepared to go inside the reserve. He didn't like places like forests; it was inconvenient to move, and there were a bit too many horror movies about forests.

So, he also persuaded David not to go inside. David was also very willing to listen, deciding to just fish in the lake outside and look at the scenery, and not go inside to play at exploring.

Moreover, their main destination was the vacation manor named Hobbs, where they heard there were hot spring treatments.

Walking on the mountain road, the number of vehicles gradually decreased, constantly heading toward other fork roads.

Gradually, only the car in front was left with David and the others.

However, the other party didn't seem to be on the same road as them. Soon, David overtook them. When overtaking, Louis glanced and found it was a young white man who was on the phone.

Withdrawing his attention, David drove the car onto another road, heading toward the Hobbs Creek Manor on the map.

And the white man driving the car went onto another fork road, but suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a car accident ahead.

"Oh shit!"

Cursing, he could only call the interviewer at the company, saying he needed some time to get there, while turning the car around, passing a bend, and driving to the other lane.

But just as he was halfway through speaking, the phone lost signal.

Because he had already entered the edge of this nature reserve, blocked by tall trees, naturally there would be no signal.

Looking around, he saw a small wooden house ahead, which seemed to be a small gas station?

Driving the car over, he only saw a slovenly old man sitting by the door, lying lazily. "Hey, hello, may I ask if I can pass through here? Is there a road?"

The old man glanced at him and pointed to the sign at the door, on which a map was drawn, with a small path drawn in red lines, which could pass through the nature reserve and lead directly to the road ahead.

"Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful day."

After the man said this, he put down a few bills, carefully remembered the red line, and sat back in the car, driving toward the small path.

However, he didn't notice that behind him, the slovenly old man suddenly shook his head slightly and muttered softly, "Good luck to you."

Clatter!

A group of black crows flew up from the branches, making a sharp cry.

On the other side, Hobbs Manor was actually not too far from the bend in the fork road just now. Only twenty minutes later, they arrived.

It had to be said that this place was indeed unusual. It looked like it had a sense of weight, old but not lacking in elegance. It should have been built for some time, and the stone tablet erected at the entrance of the manor was entwined with green vines.

In the corner of the wide courtyard, some vehicles were parked, and it looked like there were many guests.

At this time, seeing them stop the car, a waiter immediately came over to provide service.

Introducing the services to them step by step.

However, the waiter glanced at the Golden Retriever beside Louis. "Sorry, the manor has regulations, dogs are not allowed inside. Perhaps you can lock it in the car. Of course, we can also help you take care of it."

Louis didn't pay attention to him, but squatted down to look at Golden.

At this time, Golden's performance was not quite right. A pair of eyes kept scanning the surroundings of the manor, and a pair of nostrils were also constantly wriggling, seemingly sniffing carefully.

It stayed in two directions for the longest time. A moment later, seemingly having finished sniffing everything, it rubbed against Louis's calf, barked toward the back mountain, and then adjusted its direction, barking toward a certain location in the manor.

Seeing this, Louis narrowed his eyes, touched Golden's dog head, and stood up.

"Got it, just put it in the car."

The waiter's mouth twitched slightly, but he still maintained a polite attitude. "Okay, then please come in."

Soon, Louis, David, and the others were arranged in separate rooms, all on the second floor, all next to each other. Because of Golden's performance just now, Louis specifically raised his spirits a bit and observed carefully.

Soon, he discovered some other small problems.

There were very few managers, actually only one manager named Jackson. In addition, the owner of this manor was named Sally, and her behavior with Jackson was also a bit too intimate.

Another thing was the decorations in the manor.

It looked very beautiful and luxurious, with all kinds of crystal chandeliers, silver dinner plates, antique furniture, sculptures, paintings, etc., which completely deserved the word "luxury."

With such luxurious decorations, they actually didn't have much security. Weren't they afraid of losing things?

And the photos of the manor owners through the ages were also strange. In the group photos inside, there were always people wearing cloth bags, and the number seemed to be constantly increasing.

Of course, these were actually just small problems. In the final analysis, the reason Louis felt that everything was wrong was because of Golden's performance.

In the room, Louis communicated with Golden, who had climbed up by grabbing the pipes and windowsills.

Because Golden's cultivation was only at the primary stage and hadn't reached the level of becoming a demon, it couldn't speak to communicate.

But Golden was a fine dog, a mountain-chasing dog that tracked prey by scent in the mountains, and its cultivation direction was even more of a Howling Celestial Dog that searched mountains and subdued demons.

Therefore, its sense of smell was very powerful, and its intelligence was not bad, and Louis absolutely trusted his dog.

After a brief communication between the two, Louis got the answer.

It smelled blood, a very heavy, blood smell of hundreds or thousands of people, and... it was the smell of humans.

Some smells were already quite old, but it could still smell them.

At this time.

Golden suddenly barked toward the first floor below, and then barked a few more times. The sound didn't have the previous volume; it was very weak.

Louis was stunned.

It was noon now.

Food was being served below, it seemed to be steak?

So...

(End of chapter)