Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 19 19. Poster
Rust, who fell into the water, kicked his hands and feet wildly, his head barely got out of the water, and his wet hands tremblingly touched the edge of the pool.

Then he discovered to his horror that the demons on the shore had no intention of letting him go so easily——

The sunshine rendered the unscrupulous laughter on their faces. These young smiles should be full of vigor and vitality, but now they are only malicious.

They picked up the inflatable buoyancy sticks and pointed them at Ruster's head that was out of the water, and they slammed it hard!
Bang bang bang!
The inflatable rod draws out pieces of afterimages.

Ruster was hit several times in an instant, and the severe pain caused him to plunge his head into the water in a hurry.

This backyard pool party full of laughter and laughter suddenly had an extremely cruel scene.

The baseball players on the bank waved their hands, and their beautiful muscle lines rose and fell. The water surface of the swimming pool was boiling like water being splashed by the falling inflatable sticks, and huge ripples and whirlpools appeared on the water surface.

Rust struggled in it, scratching the water surface with both hands, and his short hair was floating and wriggling like algae.

He was like a drowning animal.

"Why did they do this? Who is this hapless fellow?"

A handsome man asked curiously,

"You don't know? Lust in the 11th grade, a nerd, an Asian follower, a disgusting guy, wretched and annoying."

"Last time, they attacked Karen Takei with canned herring, and Takei still smells like shit."

"He still has the face to come to Bob's birthday party?!"

"But it's too much to tease him like this!"

"Keep your voice down, you want Bob to hear? That's Luster's own fault, and he deserves it."

Most of the young people by the pool laughed with the flow.

But there were also a few little transparent ones who pursed their lips tightly and watched the scene silently, as if seeing their former selves.

"stop!"

When Bob gave an order, the baseball players immediately stopped.

He took another long-handled fishing net, accurately caught the exhausted Rust's head, and dragged him to the shore in a very insulting way.

"Rast, I accept your apology."

Bob patted Ruster's drenched pale cheek, and a contented grin appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The process of suffocating and struggling exhausted Lars' strength. He spat weakly, his chest heaved, his mind was as empty as a paste, and his heart was full of fear.

They were going to kill me just now!

Almost, almost died!

"But it's not enough, you have to do one more thing, and our past grievances will be wiped out."

Bob gave Wazell a look, who immediately helped Rust onto the couch.

"Last, you must have realized the mistakes you have made. You should understand how disgusting that chingchong's nature is." Bob stepped on the armrest of the recliner, looked down at him,
"In half an hour, I'll call all the partygoers, from school, from outside, and you tell them all the shameless things Dean has done... like secretly peeping on girls changing clothes, reporting to the teacher for cheating Grassy Mexicans."

"You want everyone to know how mean and nasty he is, with no boundaries."

"You're going to let him go away in disgrace, forever."

Bob took a glass of beer and stuffed it into Ruster's palm,
"Prepare well. If your speech is wonderful enough, the baseball field will be open to you in the future."

"I will never treat anyone badly."

Rust stared at the sunset outside the pond, lost in thought, holding the beer in a daze.
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click
On the second floor of the villa, a wooden door closed.

"There are no wild mandarin ducks." Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he had checked the 9 rooms on the second floor in a row, and 2 of them were occupied by couples, who were engaged in intense poker games.

The room I was in was cramped and dark.

You can see five working TV sets when you enter the door.

The screen played pictures of the iron gate, the front and back yards, and the corridors inside the villa. In one of the pictures, Rust was passing through the crowd.

There are several video recording devices covered with red buttons on the table next to it, and the whole space looks a bit crowded.

"There is no one in the monitoring room."

The monitor's swivel chair in front of the screen is empty.

Dean understood after thinking about it.

In order to have more fun at the party, Bob didn't even invite his parents and relatives, let alone bodyguards.He must have dismissed the surveillance security as well.

After searching, Dean found a bunch of dated black videotapes from a drawer next to the screen, but the earliest one was only a week ago, which was too far away from the time when Mona disappeared.

Dean searched carefully again, confirmed that there were no other clues, opened the door and left.

However, in order to avoid his whereabouts being exposed, he took today's surveillance video before leaving.

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Dean seemed to have used up all his good luck. As soon as he entered the corridor, a tall, thin man with flushed cheeks and the smell of alcohol came towards him.

For a moment, big eyes stared at small eyes.

"Hi'er...Brother, the mask is not bad, it has a lot of personality! How about one?"

The man didn't notice his abnormality at all, he just regarded him as a party guest, with a strange smile, he took out a camel from the cigarette case and handed it to him.

Dean calmly took the cigarette and put it in his mouth through the mask. What he had just seen and heard flashed through his mind. floor stairs.

"Haha, I understand, hurry up, don't keep your little baby waiting."

The tall and thin man blinked at him and left.

Dean slid up the stairs to the third floor.

tom—

A quiet and elegant, small and exquisite study room with solid wood floors and four walls painted light yellow. There are only a simple table, chair and bookshelf in the whole study room.

As usual, Dean started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, walked to the bookshelves and browsed through them. There were all kinds of books: business books, classic literary works such as "Faust" and "Homer's Epic", as well as "Ten Days of Fitness" and "Basic Boxing Training". " and other sports-themed books.

But the most are true detective and crime documentary novels such as "Sherlock Holmes", "Murder on the Orient Express", "The Black Dahlia", and "Mystery of Los Angeles".

Most of the books are in new condition and have never been opened.

However, these crime documentary novels all have obvious traces of reading, and in some places, detailed notes are even made to record Bob Lowe's reading experience.

But different from Dean's imagination, most of these thoughts are analyzing the psychology of the real detective and the police who carried out the arrest.

"Bob Lowe is a big fan of crime fiction. But he obviously didn't put himself on the side of the righteous detective, but the criminal."

"When you read a book, you become obsessed and become psychopathic? Commit the crime yourself?"

Dean flipped through the notes, his face became more serious, and his palms were sweating nervously. The scalp-numbing criminal methods in the book cast a shadow on his mind.

The ominous feeling grew stronger.

Bob has read a lot of crime novels, so it goes without saying that he is thoughtful. Since he dared to invite so many students to the villa for a party, he must have cleaned up all the traces long ago.

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Dean speeded up his search and finally found something different in the bathroom on the third floor.

A bathroom comparable to the size of the master bedroom.

Shower, toilet, vanity mirror, with a perfect large bathtub, everything is available.

But the strange thing is that there is a huge blue plastic bucket next to the bathtub, which looks like an outdoor trash can, full of cheap feeling.

This does not match the luxurious decoration of the entire villa.

Moreover, there was an indescribable, extremely faint, strange smell that seemed to disappear at any moment in the entire bathroom... a bit pungent.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Dean rubbed the edge of the plastic bucket in thought, and left after a while.

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Three floors central.

Dean found a locked room, which was private and spacious, unlike other rooms where the windows were wide open and the sun was shining through.

Through the glass on the wooden door, he could only see a piece of darkness.

Dean took off his jacket decisively and wrapped his right fist, smashed the glass with one punch, then reached into the gap and twisted the handle.

Shake off the shards of glass and put on your clothes again.

Dean fumbled on the wall, finally turned on the switch, and the light came on.

This room has no windows.

A large TV is placed against the wall in the left hand, and a video recorder is installed in the TV cabinet.

There is a single sofa for watching movies in the center, and hundreds of movie video tapes are placed on the shelf on the right hand side.

The other two walls are plastered with movie posters.

It dawned on Dean that this was Bob Lowe's private screening room.

Dean first went over the tape carefully—

The Incredible Meltdown, Return of the Dead, Black Sunday…

Listening to the name is mostly horror and horror.

Bob Roshine had no particular penchant for documenting crimes, and there were no suspicious tapes of any kind.

Dean spent a long time searching in front of the tape.

The time quietly came to eight o'clock in the evening, but there was still no clue.

And it is impossible for me to turn every room and every corner upside down in a short time.

He already planned to terminate the operation and revisit another day.

But when he turned around and looked back, he suddenly noticed a special poster on the wall behind him——

Luke Skywalker, wearing white greaves and a suit resembling a judo training suit, is holding a lightsaber, majestic and heroic.

In the lower right corner of the poster, a line of eye-catching text is written in black carbon pen - Mark Hamill, May the force be with you
The system vibrates.

The progress jumped to 80.00% five.

Dean opened his mouth wide and froze in place.

There were ripples in the surrounding air.

The light refracted a phantom.

He seems to have returned to Raymond House, and the fat shopkeeper is telling him,

"I don't know where she found out that I have a Luke Skywalker autographed poster, 'Mark Hamill, May the force be with you'. This is the only one in Las Vegas."

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"For about half a month, she would come to the store every day and ask me to sell her the poster, saying it was for her boyfriend as a birthday present."

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"I gave it to her for free... I couldn't refuse such a lovely girl."

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"She confided in me that when you graduate from university, if you still don't dislike her, she will propose to you."

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Signed poster, only available in Las Vegas.

Taken by Mona, now in Bob's private screening room.

It was as if a string had broken in Dean's heart.

Reason, emotion, become chaotic.

Panting, he closed his eyes and lightly touched the cold poster with his forehead.

But he was not cold at all, and his heart was extremely warm.

Mingming closed his eyes tightly.

But the darkness in front of his eyes began to bloom with light, and the hazy light gradually outlined a clear light and shadow—a girl with a cowboy hat, long hair and a smile on her face.

Mona.

She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder,

"Dean, I've been waiting for you. We have an appointment. I know you'll be back."

She is still so gentle and sunny,

"You love watching Star Wars, so I prepared this birthday present for you, do you like it?"

She tilted her head, her big affectionate eyes were full of anticipation,
"I love it, Mona."

Dean said with a poster on his lips.

At this moment, the two shadows completely overlapped on Dean.

He couldn't tell if he was Ludian from the Celestial Dynasty or the Asian boy who had been bullied and found solace with difficulty and then suddenly lost her.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the beautiful illusion shattered like a mirror and disappeared into his arms.

"Bob Lowe."

There were bloodshot eyes in the angry eyes.

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(End of this chapter)