Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 8 8. Portrait of Uncle
The hallway outside the baseball field.

Ruster clenched his fists and nodded nervously, his face flushed with excitement. For the first time, he felt himself straighten up.

Swing a fist of justice at the bastards who bullied him in the past.

There is only one word to describe that feeling——

Cool!
But these are all thanks to friends around me.

"Thanks for what happened just now! Dude, I'll be with you from now on, and I'll never go west if you say so!"

"Speaking of which, Mona is your girlfriend, right? It's hard for you to hide it from me!"

Dean said helplessly, "What girlfriend? I can't even remember what she looks like!"

Bob must know Mona's information, but it's unrealistic to ask him for information, and there is no way to be tough with him at the moment.

"Wait, I have an idea!" Last stopped suddenly and looked towards the end of the corridor, "I remember the art teacher asked us to sketch a portrait as a final assignment."

"You handed in your homework a long time ago, and you didn't let me take a look at it. If Mona is important to you..."

"You mean, I drew her?" Dean looked at him,

"There is a high probability, we will find out by asking Teacher Bella!"

……

The two visited the art classroom of the gallery during recess.

After listening to the request, the blond-haired woman with an elegant temperament happily found out Dean's homework——

It didn't use any oil paint, but it was an ordinary and cheap sketch, but it was carefully framed, and the simple black lines outlined the image of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Cowboy hat, long hair shawl, big eyes, slightly thick lips, but thick eyebrows, normal facial features, not beautiful.

In the portrait, she grinned with a hearty smile, like a ray of sunshine in spring, falling on her heart, making people feel infected and smile together.

Dean held his breath, his pupils constricted, and he turned his head unconsciously, staring at the baseball field surrounded by barbed wire outside the window, a strong sense of déjà vu made him dazed.

Hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, and a slightly hoarse female voice came from beside his ears——

"Aren't you a movie fan who must go to the cinema every week? How did you get yourself into this?"

The girl wearing a cowboy hat looked up curiously at the boy who was hung on the net like a kite through the barbed wire fence of the baseball field. The breeze blew her thick black hair floating like algae on the seabed.

"Is it the hands of those hateful rich second generations?"

The boy's face was tense, showing a humiliated expression, but he stubbornly raised his neck and remained silent.

"It seems that other people don't like you either."

The girl lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, then stretched out her hand to him and smiled, "Let's get to know each other, my name is Mona."

"I..." The hanging boy hesitated for a moment, seeing the sincere smile on the girl's face, couldn't help touching her hand with his fingers, "My name is Dean..."

……

"Dean? Dean?"

"Ah! I'm sorry, teacher, I remembered something." Dean hurriedly looked away, hugged the painting tightly,
Bella nodded in understanding, with an expression of appreciation in her eyes, "To be honest, the technique of this work is very average, and the lines are not clean enough, but I can feel the sincere feelings contained in it. She is your girlfriend, her face is very raw , not like the students in our school."

Dean took a deep breath and begged, "Mr. Bella, can I take this painting away?"

"Of course, she's yours, and I've decided to give you an A."

……

"Well, buddy, do you think of anything?"

Leaving the art classroom, Last couldn't wait to ask,
"I have a little impression." Dean was very surprised. He saw nothing unusual about other students and teachers, but this Mona gave him a memory.

This shows what?
She is absolutely crucial, she is the answer to every puzzle.

The survey progress went up again, jumping to 60.00%.

The system reward is getting closer and closer.

But this is not enough, more information is needed.

……

"Do you think anyone else in the neighborhood knows Mona?" Dean asked.

"Except for Bob, it's unlikely. After all, even your closest comrade-in-arms, I don't have much impression of her." Rust shook his head,

"Most intimate..." Dean's expression changed suddenly, and he repeated the word as if in a daze.

close.

close.

Dean asked nervously, "What would you do if you met a new friend and you quickly became close...you?"

"You're the only friend I have!" Luster blurted out, "I'll have friends over! Try Grace's flavored crepes, golden mashed potatoes!"

……

Yes, take it home!
"I'm going to go back and have a look. I should ask those neighbors. Maybe they know something."

"There's one math class left! We've already skipped several classes."

"I can't wait, please ask the teacher for leave." Dean's urgent expression suddenly eased, and he patted his friend on the shoulder and told him,
"Go back tonight by yourself and develop the photos, that's your amulet. And be careful!"

"Hey!"

In the corridor, the lonely Rast stared at the back of his friend running wildly holding the painting, and shrugged his shoulders with a sad expression,

"Sure enough, whether it's a man or a boy, if you have a girlfriend, you forget your good brother."

……

around five o'clock in the afternoon,

The sun hung in the western sky, emitting a warm yellow light.

Dean pedaled furiously all the way home.

When he saw in his yard, a big yellow-skinned man over 1.9 meters tall, holding a shotgun, with a fierce expression and a goalkeeper, he couldn't help but suffocate.

he is--

"Uncle Paque?"

Dean shyly shouted by the side of the road.

"Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for a few months and don't even know my uncle?!"

The ferocious expression on the big man's face instantly became very kind. With the shotgun on his back, after a few aggressive strides, he picked up his nephew and the bicycle with his right hand, and returned to the yard to put them down easily.

A pair of palm-like bear paws clapped on his shoulders,
"Jacob told me everything that happened this morning. As long as people are fine! Now that I am here, those bastards dare to come again, and I will turn them all into corpses!"

Dean didn't dare to answer,

His intuition told him that his uncle was not lying. After all, in the United States, anyone who breaks into a house without permission deserves what he deserves if he dies.

He decided not to mention Bob Lowe, otherwise, with his uncle's temper, he might be shot at his door.

"What happened to the wound on your neck?"

Quipa's tone sank, his thick eyebrows jumped,
"Oh, that's..." Dean wanted to tell a lie, but he vaguely remembered that his uncle didn't seem to be an ordinary person, how could he not see a lame lie?He lowered his head with a face full of remorse, and half-truthfully said,

"I, I got into a fight with someone and got hurt a little bit...but he was much worse than me."

"Fight? Are you kidding me?!"

Paqui's bull's eyes widened in surprise, his body like a hill full of strong muscles circled around his nephew,
And Dean also took a closer look at the big man. The black ponytail was tied behind his head, he had no beard, his face was sharp and angular, the base of his nose was straight, his facial features were very three-dimensional, and there was a strange tattoo on the back of his muscular neck—like It's a round insect net with three drooping feathers.

He has typical Indian features.

Because of this body and residual emotions, seeing him, Dean felt a sense of intimacy that blood is thicker than water.

This big man raised him selflessly, like his second father.

No, it was the predecessor.

"The Dean I know would never fight."

A strong arm wrapped around Dean's shoulders, and Paque's frighteningly dark eyes stared straight into his face, extremely oppressive.

Dean shrank his neck and didn't dare to move.
There are wizards, magic spells, mythical beasts in Indian legends...

Paque, who has taken care of his predecessor for many years, won't see something, right?

"You have grown up at last! My good nephew!"

The big man grinned, showing a row of big white teeth, and patted his nephew's head,
Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"What kind of man is he if he doesn't get into a few fights when he's young! Your mother and I beat all the racists in the school when we were fifteen or sixteen years old."

Dean smiled shyly, feeling extremely warm in his heart.

He had heard a saying that the Indians and the Chinese were originally of the same origin.

He believes it a little bit now.

"Come here and do me a favor!"

The bearded Jacob dragged a pair of barbecue grills to the yard, while Grandma Tangya held a bucket of steak,
"The house is almost cleaned up, and it's rare for Paqui to come back, so he has to have a good meal!"

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(End of this chapter)