Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 59. 59. Meditation lv1, new friends
A July morning.

in the hospital ward.

Dean supervised the confused couple Ruster and Britney practicing for the SAT in preparation for the fall test.

"The exam is over in half an hour." Dean glanced at the quartz watch on his wrist, recalled the "shadow" hovering in mid-air like a kite, and turned to the two friends who were buried in the bedside doing "reading comprehension", "insert As an aside, do you two already have a target school?"

"University of Arizona, you know I like watching stars since I was a child." Last bit his pen, "So I applied to the Department of Astronomy."

"It's not easy to take the exam if you have ambition. I suggest you find more alternatives and apply to at least five schools."

Rust nodded, "I know there is little hope, so I have already found a way out."

"Britney?"

"Department of Philosophy." The girl poked her hair with a pencil and asked Yingying with a smile, "I haven't seen you doing quizzes with us these few days. You've been chewing on that volunteer training material, so you don't plan to go to college anymore." ?”

Dean defaults.

Ruster's expression tightened, "Don't tell me that you have abandoned the 'Future University Alliance' and are going to be a police officer?"

"Not necessarily the police." Dean shook his head.

His thinking has changed dramatically since he first came here. He has seen supernatural powers, so he doesn't have the mind to spend a few years on the university campus.

What's more, in his previous life, he had already gone to college once, this time, he planned to change his life:
Be a volunteer first to understand the basic situation, and then private detectives, psychic experts, and freelancers are all good options.

Try every possibility, work hard to develop the system, and strengthen the ability.

If necessary, go to a community college in the future.

"Will our brothers not be able to see each other more often in the future?" Last Jun's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, aggrieved and unwilling.

"Don't worry, no matter where I am in the future, I will go to meet you often. What's more, there is a whole year before graduation, so you are afraid that you won't see me?"

……

The beginning of July passed away in this kind of diligence and discipline.

July NO.20, the day I was discharged from the hospital.

The bright sunlight fell on Dean's face through the window.

He blinked and woke up from his meditation. The reddish sphere that hovered far away was replaced by a gentle white light.

At the same time, a reminder flashed in front of my eyes.

Proficiency +1, balance meditation lv0 (100/100
Upgrade?

Yes!
Balance meditation lv1 (0/200)
Your lower will attribute is improved, 11.2→12.2.

……

A little improvement in the will, far from the strong reaction when the perception was improved, only a trace of cool air passed through the mind at the first moment.

Dean closed his eyes and recalled the terrifying pale ghost face of Alexander Raphael, but this time there was no emotion in his heart, as if seeing a cheap and shoddy mask.

He tried to recall the slender curves of his girlfriend Caroline, whom he hadn't seen in January, not as bloody and ready to move as before.

"The will will be improved, and the interference of emotions and desires will be reduced."

But he was still a little distracted.

After all, he has been in the hospital for a month without strenuous exercise, and with the addition of balance meditation and Iron Man expertise, he has accumulated energy to the extreme, and he is a human-shaped explosive bag waiting to be ignited!
...

In addition to the progress of meditation this month.

坚持不懈的的精神淬炼、以及乩板每天1点熟练度的温养之下，往昔之影lv0(13/100→43/100)
In addition, he read the law, the first aid at the scene, the scene of the police, and the physical training materials that Holden sent over.

……

After tidying up, Dean walked out of the hospital gate,

Under the long-lost warm sunshine, the white Bronco's tall body, big tires, square head and headlights make people feel very friendly.

Beside Bronco, Ruster and Britney in couple outfits greeted them with smiles.

"Welcome out of the hospital, man! Have you had enough of the hospital bed? Come and join us on a trip to California's passionate mountains and gentle beaches! Everyone is waiting for you, we're leaving!"

Ruster's face was beaming with joy,

Dean was a little caught off guard, "In such a hurry, have you prepared all your camping equipment?"

"Of course, we have a camping expert and a beautiful woman in our team. Tents, air mattresses, sleeping bags, cameras, hiking bags, lighting and ignition equipment, high-calorie snacks, drinking water, etc., are all bought in advance , I’ve prepared your share too, it’s interesting enough.”

Ruster's face was flushed, his eyes sparkled, like a big cock showing off, a little too excited,
"Which advisor is trustworthy?"

"She is a veteran, she has camped more than a dozen times, and there is no accident!"

"Okay then, but don't rush to start, I have to go back to get some clothes and prepare some personal items."

"Gather at my door later."

……

Dean drove home and packed his personal belongings, put on a fresh pair of jeans and T-shirt, and then brought M1911A1, two boxes of .45acp, a psychic board and some sage incense burners. ceremony.

From now on, the fully loaded Colt and psychic suits will be the standard equipment for Dean when he travels far.

Everything is ready.

Dean drove to Ruster's house, and there was a red Ford F-150 cargo box at the door, which was full of backpacks and suitcases, large and small.

On the other side is a Mercury station wagon with two doors. The Guanyin door is open. The body is full of retro wood grain, which is as beautiful as a work of art.

Six young men and women leaned against the two cars, chatting happily.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, look here and welcome our last member, the Savior of Lake Mead, the living heir of Bruce Lee, Dean Lou!"

Dean's cheeks trembled, what kind of nickname is this?

"Hi…"

The six waved to him enthusiastically.

"This is Baker and Jenny in grade 11. Good friends from the school's swimming club, they were there at Lake Mead." Britney pointed to the couple snuggling up next to the station wagon.

The boy has a flowery shirt and denim shorts, and has a strong figure. The girl has wheat-colored skin and slightly curly black hair. She is obviously a black mixed race. She has a cheerful personality and speaks with a unique rhythm, as if she wants to rap on the spot to welcome Dean, a new friend.

"Nice clothes, man." Dean glanced at the boy's exposed shirt chest, which was covered with thick black chest hair. He might have some Slavic blood.

"I've always wanted to say thank you." Baker in the floral shirt gave Dean a hug,
"Dean, anytime, anywhere, on call." Jenny with slightly curly long hair stretched out her fist to him.

……

The white couple leaning against the F150 are Lang and Ashley.

Ron wore thick black-rimmed glasses, a plaid shirt, sweatpants and sneakers, and Ashley was petite and sweet.

Both of them were a bit shy and didn't talk much, they just smiled kindly at Dean.

……

Finally, Rust led Dean to meet a couple in blue T-shirt couple outfits.

"Hi! I'm Abby from Grade 11." The shorter black-haired boy waved his hand at Dean weakly. The acne and pimples on his face were a little scary in the sun, and it gave people a sense of shame. Some low self-esteem and shyness.

"Good morning." Dean nodded at him.

"Gretchen in grade 11, the 'general counselor' of this camp, and Britney's good sister. Britney and Rust often mention you, exaggerating about you, saying that you are a genius." The girl next to her is generous. He stretched out his hand and shook Dean lightly, his eyes flickering.

Her external condition is much better than that of her boyfriend, with big eyes and high nose bridge, sharp facial features without aggressive edges and corners, a neat black braid hanging from the back of her head, and her height is similar to that of Dean, who is 1.7 meters [-].

The blue T-shirt and gray tight sweatpants reveal her round and slender thighs and full chest. She is tall and sexy, reminiscent of the legendary Amazon female warrior.

The most impressive thing is the pair of light blue eyes, pure and beautiful, and the finest light sapphire is also eclipsed in front of her.

"Don't listen to Ruster's rambunctious words, I'm just ordinary." Dean glanced secretly, Abby and Gretchen stood together like an ugly duckling and a white swan, the contrast was very sharp.

After meeting new friends, Dean returned to Bronco, opened the car door, and half-joked at Ruster, "What do you think? It's a couple camping, so you must call me a light bulb?"

"What kind of couple's camping?" Luster asked with a question mark on his face, "Did you have some misunderstanding?"

"You and Britney, Baker and Jenny, Ron and Ashley, Abby and Gretchen, isn't it four? Why call me an odd number?"

"Haha." Ruster opened his mouth wide, overjoyed, "You missed your mark this time, buddy."

Britney next to her put her hands on her hips and puffed up her cheeks angrily like a little hamster.

"Abby and Gretchen are good sisters, not a couple!"

"puff--"

Dean looked back awkwardly and apologetically.

The "boy" with acne on his face darkened when he heard their discussion, and lowered his head.

And Gretchen hugged her sister's shoulders and whispered comfort, her blue eyes glanced at Dean displeased.

"Sorry, Abby, I didn't mean to, Ruster, explain, I'm not that kind of person."

"It's okay, Dean, I'm used to it." Abby took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I've always been a 'tomboy'."

Hearing this, Dean couldn't help but glanced at her chest again. It was a 3A-level airport, and even the close-fitting shirt could not see the slightest ups and downs. The chest muscles were not as developed as the man with the chest hair in the floral shirt.

Plus a neutral sound and finish.

Dude, oh no ma'am.

I am so sorry.

"Abby and Gretchen are in your hands, get in the car, everyone!"

Last greeted Britney and boarded the F150, and the four of Baker got into the station wagon.

And Dean pushed the back of Bronco's front seat forward, revealing the narrow and awkward rear seat entrance,

"Ladies, please."

……

The three vehicles drove out of Las Vegas one after another, onto the I-15 Interstate Highway, and headed west.

(End of this chapter)