Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 6 6. The price of deviance

In the early morning of the next day, before six o'clock, the neon lights that had been flashing all night in the urban area temporarily stopped, and the sky in Las Vegas was already bright.
Dean got up from the sofa in the living room, glanced at the 18/100 fighting proficiency after half a night of hard training, smiled in satisfaction, woke up his friend on the bed, and quickly finished washing.

The two went downstairs with their cameras and schoolbags on their backs, and made some purchases at a department store near the apartment. Dean had no money, so he could only borrow a few dollars from Rust.

"Man, is this tin can delicious, why have I never heard of it?"

Ruster chewed a hot dog filled with sausages, watched curiously as his friend stuffed a disc-shaped canned fish into his schoolbag, with question marks all over his face,

"This is not for eating..." Dean smiled mysteriously, "This is a strategic deterrent weapon, I bought it specially for your self-defense."

Dean patted Ruster's schoolbag,
Information circulation in this era is far inferior to that of later generations. Except for the producers in the Netherlands and Sweden, not many people know the power of biochemical cans.

"Hide it well. If someone bullies you again, hold your breath and open the can and throw it at him! He will definitely remember it fresh, and from now on he will detour when he sees you."

Ruster's eyes lit up,
"But why hold your breath when you open it?"

"You'll know when you use it."

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Afterwards, the two went back to the neighborhood of Dean's house.

There are still more than 100 meters away from the community, and an SUV police car is seen parked outside the courtyard in the distance.

A khaki police uniform, a tall Las Vegas Cop with a pistol and baton on his waist, is questioning neighbors on the side of the road, and the LVPD police badge on his chest is shining with golden light.

"At about 03:30 in the morning, 'Tarzan' suddenly screamed and woke me up from my sleep. I saw from the window across the road that the light was on at Xiao Dean's house." A fat woman holding a black Teddy With lingering fear, he said, "Three masked, hooded men were slamming crowbars like crazy, the noise almost gave me a heart attack, and one of them was carrying a gun. God, they are crazy! "

"Nine times out of ten, it's the trouble that Quipa caused in the north. That Indian has never been a quiet guy! Now it's okay, and his nephew is involved."

A denim jacket, long-armed man chattering,
"Shut up, racist!"

A man who was more than 1.9 meters tall, with a thick white beard like water grass, and who looked exactly like Harry Potter Hagrid shook his head and retorted.
"Vegas gang members don't dress like this. I think they are robbers who came here by accident. If I didn't work the night shift, I'd be sure to shoot them all."

A gray-haired old woman said happily,
"Fortunately, Paque is working out of town, and Little Dean doesn't know where to play... Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."

"Look, little Dean is back!"

……

"Mr. Police Officer, this is my home, I want to go in and have a look first!"

Dean, getting the Cop's nod, went right past the neighbors and into the house.

The carpet in the hall was cut into dozens of pieces and hung messily on the table, ceiling, chandelier, and the handrail of the stairs

The ground is full of chairs and cabinets... the wooden strips dismantled from the furniture...

The kettle and toaster in the kitchen were all dented, the black and heavy TV was smashed, glassware was scattered all over the floor, and all the windows around the hall were smashed by huge profits.

The originally tidy room was beyond recognition, and the floor was full of unsightly dilapidated and dirty things, as if it had been washed away by a storm.

A row of kitchen knives stuck in the cupboard, with extremely insulting words written on it in red paint.

"chingchong!"

“Get out of my country!”

Seeing this scene, Dean felt a deep fear, if he was at home yesterday, what would happen?
paralysis?Or hiccup?
He didn't think that the three-legged cat fighting technique he had just practiced for a long time could deal with three men with weapons and guns.

……

"You stayed at my house last night because you expected this situation early? You are really amazing!"

Last looked excitedly at his companions, and roared,
"But how dare that bastard Bob do this?"

It was just a fight, but he sent someone to destroy my home?

Dean strode up the stairs to the second floor. The wooden steps were up several blocks, and he almost fell.

The scene on the second floor was even worse.

Several big black holes were kicked out of the wooden door, exposing the rough wood inside.The wall coverings and wallpapers have been peeled off and become riddled with holes, without any sense of beauty.

Dean's bedroom, with bright red letters on the window - "kill you", "jerk", "stupid guy"

There is hardly a single intact thing.

The treasured horror novels, textbooks, and Star Wars posters were all torn to pieces, and the torn pages of the books were spread among the ruins like white snowflakes.

And it was originally on the bedside table.

The family portrait was pulled out of the frame, and the three people in the photo were divided into two halves from the waist, leaving only the half body.

Dean searched in a hurry, but unfortunately he couldn't find the upper half.

The predecessor, the only memorial to the missing parents is gone.

Dean held the photo, covered his face, and fell into deep guilt—he replaced the other person's body, but even failed to protect the other person's most precious thing.

"I was wrong, I should go home and take the photos first."

"Dude...don't be too sad. Let's go talk to the cop and ask him to catch those bastards!"

Dean shook his head, took a deep breath, calmed down his restless mood, and put the photos in his schoolbag with great care.

……

"I'm Officer Marvin Manson of LVPD, please cooperate to answer some questions."

"Yeah." Dean's heart sank. There is no doubt that this matter has something to do with Bob. He didn't expect that the other party would really dare to do it.

Even more faintly afraid.

The energy and viciousness of the rich kid from Las Vegas exceeds his expectations.

"Have you offended anyone or had a dispute with anyone recently?"

"A baseball stadium operator."

The COP stared at him blankly,
"Bob Lowe."

Dean emphasized,
"His father owns several casinos and cinemas, and he has a group of gangsters as his subordinates, so the possibility of committing crimes is very high!"

"The conclusion will be made after the investigation." Cop's face was indifferent, with a businesslike tone, "Have you lost any valuables at home? Or a large amount of cash?"

"The most valuable thing is the TV, it's broken..."

"Is there anyone else living in the house besides you and Paque."

"No."

The COP asked some more questions about the relationship with the neighbors around him. After about half an hour, he scribbled a sentence and waited for the notice before driving away. Dean asked him how long he had heard from him, but he didn't answer.

"Is this so unprofessional? Didn't you wear gloves in the house and take pictures to collect evidence?"

"No one was dead, no valuables were lost, there are too many such small cases every day. Cop may not care too much." Rust shook his head,

"Boys, the location here is too remote, and it doesn't contribute much to tax revenue," the bearded man brought the gray-haired woman closer together. "He may start accepting another case in the urban area as soon as he goes back."

"May the Lord bless you." The woman crossed herself on her chest, "Poor little Dean, as long as there is nothing wrong with you. Don't get your hopes up too much. From my experience, there will probably be no further issues in this case. The loss of a hundred dollars is inevitable. But don't be afraid, we have helped you contact your uncle Paque, and you can return this afternoon."

Dean looked gratefully at the two enthusiastic neighbors.

"Thank you...Thank you...Uncle Jacob, Aunt Tangya."

Unlike his memory of the school, he vaguely remembered these two neighbors.

Jacob worked with Uncle Paque.

Grandma Tangya has a gentle personality and has always liked the well-behaved and sensible Dean.

"Little Dean, you have been busy studying and falling in love these past few months, and you have not been a guest at Jacob's house. When will you come and try my barbecue skills?"

The bearded man laughed,
Dean thought he was just joking.

"You go to class first, we will help you clean up the house. Don't thank us, we have been neighbors for more than ten years."

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(End of this chapter)