Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 25 25. The Tramp's Warning
Lunch break.

canteen.

In the cheerful rhythm of "You should be dancing", hundreds of students enjoyed lunch in the hall, chatting about yesterday's soap opera and the latest movie.

Occasionally, a few awe-inspiring eyes glanced at the combination of "Master Herring and Necromancer" Rust + violent Dean in the corner, although the FBI has publicly ruled out the suspicion of everyone in the school.

But most people still see Luster, who at the party berates and curses Bob dead, as a dangerous person.

And Dean beat up the rich second generation and gained a bad reputation, so he is also not easy to mess with.

"Holden won't see something, will he?"

Ruster picked up a piece of mushroom and chewed it in his mouth, with a worried look on his face,
"As long as you're answering according to our rehearsal, there's no way you can screw it up."

Dean took a sip of Buffalo's hot chicken wings calmly. As for the suspicion of his uncle mentioned by Holden, he was not worried. After all, his uncle was a real innocent person, and he was not in Las Vegas to prove it.

Dean was just going to call him after school and let him know.

"Is it convenient for you to stay at home for the next few days?"

"Grace is on the night shift, and I'm alone at home at night, so I'm a little bored. How about this, we'll go back together after school, and you'll be able to teach me fighting skills by then."

Dean nodded, glanced at his thin bamboo pole-like figure,

"When I train you for a semester, I will make you a popular muscular man."

As Dean said, he suddenly looked up and looked behind Ruster, and a girl in a yellow long-neck sweater came over with a plate.

Long hair shawl, white skin, slightly rounded face, looks like a good girl.

"Can I, can I sit here?"

A timid smile appeared on her sweet and fair face, and she asked the two of them in a low voice,

"Britney?"

Rust smelled the faint scent of jasmine shampoo, his eyes widened in surprise, a trace of panic appeared on his handsome face, his throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm, and he was speechless.

Seeing this, Dean sighed inwardly.

"Welcome, take your seat, ma'am."

Britney sat next to Ruster, brushed her long black hair shyly, and then stared down at the dinner plate.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere on the table was a little awkward for a while.

Dean blinked desperately, Lust woke up and looked at the girl's dinner plate, and praised,

"You also like apple pie, it's the best in the cafeteria today."

Britney's eyes lit up, her long eyelashes fluttering,
"The cinnamon syrup on top of this has a unique flavor, try it?"

"Just a little... Mmm... Would you like to try my Cream of Mushroom Soup?"

Seeing that the two entered the rhythm, Dean nodded in relief,
"You talk, I'm 'full', let's go to the lawn."

……

After school.

"You guy, why are you riding a bicycle and not taking Britney home?"

Dean, who was leaning on the handlebars, frowned and looked at his companion exuding the breath of spring,
"Britney is going home on the school bus." Lust smiled and looked at the beautiful girl by the bus window and waved.

"You bring the Ford F150 over tomorrow and take her home personally, and she will not refuse. Also, you will take the initiative to invite her to have lunch every day at noon from now on."

Dean highly recommends.

Ruster touched the back of his head and replied naively,

"But will this develop too fast? I want to talk to her more first to understand the situation."

"Why do you think so much? Having a girlfriend is not getting married. If your heart is moved and she has a good impression of you, then seize the opportunity to strike hard. Set fire in her heart and make her passionate about you .Next year, she will be your prom date."

"Fang's heart is on fire? It's a strange way of saying it, but don't just encourage me, you should also have a girlfriend." Rast rubbed his chin, looked up and down his friend with admiration - single-handedly ended a perverted murderer, He also knows how to fall in love and has good grades. He is simply an all-around superman.

"No."

"Is it because of Mona? The matter is over, you have avenged her, don't dwell on the past."

Dean shook his head.

He is no longer strongly influenced by the legacy of his predecessor, and has very little feeling for Mona, and he does not reject having a girlfriend to experience youth.

But racial discrimination is almost on the surface in this era, and his blood and ethnic group are quite unpopular.

In the eyes of most girls, not mentioning whites, Chinese men are not even as attractive as blacks, Hispanics, and Koreans, Japanese, and Filipinos who are also Asians.

Dean also doesn't have the "money ability" that everyone loves.

There is no condition to fall in love.

"Let's go, accompany me to the supermarket to buy something."

……

In order to heal the wound on his left hand as soon as possible, Dean purchased a large amount of eggs, pork, beef, and milk.

Only by obtaining sufficient nutrition can the junior iron man's talent be exerted to the maximum efficiency and the wound heal as soon as possible.

Fighting, shooting, and super powers go hand in hand.

Having said that, American meat and dairy products are more affordable than Dean expected, cheaper than some vegetables.

There are still more than 400 dollars left from the [-] dollars that his uncle gave him at the beginning, and Dean can shop as much as he likes.

After staying in Wal-Mart for almost an hour, the two left with large bags of food.

Passing a street on the way home, Dean blinked, and the sign of Barca Disco came into view.

A memory flashed through my mind.

The testimony of the one-eyed tramp Tim, who spanned half a month, provided Dean with a clue that the roadster was pointing directly at Bob.

He can send Bob to hell.

In a way, Tym knew Dean's motive for killing Bob.

With this in mind, Dean called Ruster back outside the ballroom.

The ones guarding the monitor at the door happened to be the muscular pair of black and white Shuangsha on Saturday morning.

"Both, I have a question. Do you know where Tym has gone?"

"Who is Taim?" The two bodyguards looked over suspiciously.

"A tramp who is blind in one eye," Dean described vividly, gesticulating with his hands, "You have a good relationship with him, and you let him into the ballroom last Saturday."

"Boy, are you here to find fault?"

The bodyguard wrapped his hands around his bulging chest muscles, his eyes were fierce,

"Who knows what bum, which eye of yours saw me let him in?"

The two men blew their beards and stared at each other, their voices were as loud as a broadcast, not like a pretense or an excuse,
Dean quelled their anger with a two-dollar knife, but their story remained the same.

"You came to the wrong place. The beggars around you have been driven away long ago, otherwise it will affect the business of the dance hall."

"Tim the bum...has no recollection."

"Put him in the ballroom? We've been fired by the manager ten times."

……

Did the hell last Saturday?
Dean left with deep doubts.

"Why are you looking for him, and you want to indulge yourself in the ballroom? He should have left Las Vegas and wandered elsewhere, right?"

Ruster didn't have a good impression of Taim, who induced him to drink a lot of whiskey and get drunk alone, which made him wake up with a splitting headache.

Dean didn't answer, and took some time to continue searching around the ballroom, and soon found a bloody graffiti on the wall next to the garbage bin in the back alley.

"Isn't there a sentence like that on the wall last time?" Dean asked.

Ruster shook his head.

Dean rubbed his fingers against the cold rough brick wall and couldn't help reading it out.

"Darkness prefers different kinds, hide it well, don't get too close to it, be careful that there are no bones left."

An ordinary and short sentence, but it seems to hide the sinister power of mountains and mountains.

An electric current passed through Dean's fingertips touching the wall and rushed through his whole body. The tingling and intense heart palpitations made him unconsciously get goose bumps all over his body.

This narrow back alley was inexplicably dark and gloomy.

"Is this for us?" Lust rubbed his chin and muttered. "Poetry? Doesn't sound like rhyme either."

Dean figured out a special meaning.

dark.

Heterogeneous.

No bones left.

"The tramp saw something, reminding me of danger? What is this darkness?" Dean turned his eyes, trying to recall the brief contact with Tam in the ballroom. At that time, he was focused on finding Mona and didn't care. .

Thinking about it now, I feel that the guy's words and deeds are full of weirdness.

The behavior of the two bodyguards just now was also very unreasonable, as if they had lost their memory.

"Could it be that Taim is not an ordinary person like me?" The light revealed a paleness on Dean's face.

"Dude, why do you have such an ugly face?" Luster said with concern, shaking the bulging shopping bag in his hand, "Don't worry about some crazy homeless man, he hasn't hurt us."

"Let's go, take the things back and let Grace cook steak for us."

"Yes, he didn't hurt us."

There is also a warning left, there should be no malicious intentions.

Dean took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood, and finally glanced at the blood on the wall before turning and leaving.

(End of this chapter)