Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 109 109. The Past and Hometown
The sun sets, the night falls, and the bright yellow bonfire envelopes the small courtyard.

The four sat in a circle around the grill, enjoying the barbecue, beer and juice.

"I haven't seen you in half a year. I have grown a lot taller and my body has become stronger." Paque picked up a piece of bloody rib with both hands, tore into a bite, and chewed with a greasy mouth. Fall. As expected of a descendant of our Glenn family."

"This kid's ability is far more than that." Jacob took a sip of beer, and his eyes became sharper in his thick beard, "Andre's fighting field shooting range is his own yard, and he goes there for hours every day .”

"A normal person would have used up his wrist training a long time ago. He is still like a normal person. His shooting skills have improved rapidly. He is proficient in pistols, rifles, and sniper rifles. According to Andre, wearing a helmet can On the battlefield."

Dean glanced at the bearded man vigilantly, but he was a spy with a kind and harmless face.

"What's so strange?" Paqui raised his thick eyebrows, speaking with pride, "Our Glenn family are all natural fighters, as long as we are in fields related to combat, we are all geniuses."

"Dean inherited his father's weak temper before. Like a glass bottle, it would break when touched, and he would hide in the house and cry at every turn."

Paque patted Dean's shoulder with his oily hand, and gave him an appreciative look.

"Now that you've grown up, you finally look like a real man!"

Dean chewed on the barbecue and laughed. Paqui's openness saved him the trouble of explaining.

"Shooting and fighting training must be persisted. This world is full of deep malice towards our ethnic group. Although many white-skinned people don't say it, they want us all to die in their hearts. Of course, Jacob and Tangya are not here. its column."

Paqui narrowed his eyes, and the bonfire made his tense face extremely serious, like a patient with deep persecution paranoia

"In this world, the jungle of the jungle is the truth. If you don't take the initiative to seek progress, you will be eliminated in the future."

Dean nodded sympathetically, after all, the original body was eliminated.

"That's enough, Paqui, don't spread such extreme thoughts and teach Dean badly." Tang Ya crossed her chest with both hands, "This poor child has been hospitalized twice in half a year, don't learn anything else. Fight and kill."

"Don't worry, I've recovered from my injury a long time ago." He bulged his strong biceps towards the three of them. "I'm healthier and stronger than ninety-nine percent of men. You should have seen it just now, Paque."

"No matter how strong you are, you are only a body of flesh and blood. If you are not careful, you will be turned into a sieve by eating a gun, and you, the savior of Lake Mead, likes to be a hero too much." Paque sipped his beer and said to Dean in a commanding tone , "In order to avoid sudden accidents for you, the Glenn family is extinct. You must change a few more girlfriends while you are young, and have a few children in one day, starting with the black-haired girl who often looks for you recently. She is the daughter of a policeman. Right, if the body is healthy, the offspring must be strong."

Brunette girl, Gretchen?
Dean stared blankly, opened his mouth wide to show his white teeth, and the remaining half of the beef fell to the ground.

"Where did you hear that?"

Paque smiled without saying a word, the bearded man raised his left hand with a smile, and waved it cautiously,
"Out of concern, I asked my old friend to help me pay attention. I didn't expect you, a yellow-skinned kid, to be very popular."

Dean smiled and turned against the army,
"I'm not in my 20s yet, so I'm not in a hurry. But you, you are still single in your 40s, which seriously violates the tradition of the Glenn family. You must find me an aunt before the end of this year. I will meet at least two of you next winter." Brother and sister."

"It's not big or small!" Paqui stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and his fists were clenched, "Dare to urge your uncle to get married, and you owe a beating again?"

"Haven't you been thrown enough just now?" Dean showed his big white teeth provocatively,
"Dean is right," Jacob suddenly changed sides, "he is still young, more than ten years is more than enough to play, and you, you don't have much time to 'do'."

"Dean has never asked us for living expenses in the past six months. He has grown up. You should care about yourself." Tang Ya still had a kind face of "I'm doing it for you", and thoughtfully made up for it, "running out of town After 20 years, still not tired of fast food? Settle down and find a partner to spend the rest of your life with.”

Dean admired his uncle's big face from red to black with great interest, opened a can of juice, and toasted to the two wingmen.

Paque propped his chin with his right fist, panted heavily through his nose, and stared angrily at the campfire.

A long time, a long sigh,
"You think I don't want to? But I'm old, I have a bad temper, I don't have much money, and I'm an aborigine. Where can I find a wife easily?"

"Not enough money? It doesn't matter." Jacob patted his chest, "Tangya and I have savings, so we can support you."

"Save it for yourself. I will go on a few more missions, um, only a few times..."

"Don't try your best," Jacob glanced at his waist. "It's not easy to be a personal bodyguard these days. If there is no danger to your life, you won't hire someone at all. Has your back injury recurred?"

"By the way, how many guys have died in the past six months?"

Paqui silently threw a few branches into the bonfire, with a trace of delicate sadness showing on his big rough face, "Three."

Dean's heart shuddered. Why is bodyguard work so dangerous?
Paque continued,

"I can't help it. Apart from being a bodyguard, I don't know any other jobs. If I quit this job, would it be possible to kneel on the street and be a beggar? But I have always been very lucky. I know how to protect myself."

Talk about Paque's work.

The originally warm party atmosphere became depressed and depressing, and a touch of sadness surged in the air.

Jacob, Paque, and Tangya, three middle-aged and elderly people who combined to be 140 years old, were relatively speechless as they watched the bonfire burst from sparks.

"Stop working as a bodyguard. You're old enough to be full of injuries. You should retire and enjoy life." Dean broke the silence, staring at the pair of black eyes that were exactly like his own, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Listen Mine, Paque, pick a big house in Las Vegas, live in it for the elderly, and then find a wife. Well, I'll pay for it."

"For the past six months, I have been volunteering for the LVPD, and I have also picked up some private detectives. Maybe I have a good talent and earned a lot of money."

The former silly uncle, I will not allow you to set the flag in front of you.

Paque's face froze, and for a moment, his eyes were slightly red, and then he waved his hand in front of him, and said with a smile,
"Boy, the grill is too hot and you're confused. How can you start talking nonsense? Even if you sell yourself, you can't afford a big house."

"Don't discourage your nephew's enthusiasm like this." Jacob looked at Dean's eyes softer, and Lao Huai said with relief, "At least he has more conscience than the group of peers who only know how to eat, drink, and ask for money."

Paqui took a sip of beer, looked at his nephew and smiled disapprovingly,

"How much have you earned? Is this year's living expenses enough?"

"It doesn't matter how much you earn, you can also set a small goal first," Tangya and Jacob encouraged before he could answer, "For example, earn him [-] dollars a year first."

Dean's eyes swept over the three of them, and it was as bright as daylight for a moment.

"Actually, I don't earn much, only about a hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand...

The calm voice is accompanied by the howling cold wind, passing through the winter night and the courtyard shrouded in bonfires.

The three middle-aged people in the yard stared blankly and fell into a state of petrification.

……

The sky is dim tonight, the bonfire in the yard is quietly extinguished, and there is silence around the barbecue grill.

The house with the white roof.

In the bright hall, four people sat around the sofa.

Tang Ya raised her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, put down the contract in her hand, and looked at the old man who was looking sullenly,
"Dean didn't lie. Congratulations, Paque, your family has a detective."

"One contract for $[-]."

Paqui looked at Dean, his dark eyes carried a strange scrutiny, as if he was getting to know this nephew again,
"I've taken care of you for seven or eight years, why didn't I know that you can eat like a detective?"

Tang Ya next to him cast an annoyed glance at the big man,
"You take care of Dean, how do you take care of him? You leave him at school all day long, pay for living expenses every month, and work by yourself, and don't see anyone for ten and a half months, especially in the past two years, often several times Not coming home for a month."

"You never cared about Dean's hobbies or worries."

Tang Ya reprimanded unceremoniously,

"You don't call it care, you call it freeing. You don't know this child at all... Don't argue! Otherwise, you can tell me, what is your nephew's favorite food?"

"Uh…"

Paqui suddenly got stuck, his rough face seemed to have been slapped, red and swollen visible to the naked eye.

"This kid has grown up and matured, and he has found a job he is good at... You should congratulate him and celebrate him," Tangya taught Paque like a student, "rather than blindly questioning and criticizing!"

Dean lowered his eyebrows and offered his aunt a cup of hot water.
Paque's face turned black and then red, and he moved his mouth several times, but he couldn't make a sound. After a while, he suppressed a shameful smile,

"Well, congratulations, Dean! I shouldn't doubt you."

"But I have the impression that private detectives are only about [-] yuan a year. How can they earn [-] yuan?" His eyes shone with complicated light, and his words were unwilling to sigh, "I risked being shot in the head by staying up late at work. I only earn [-] to [-] yuan a year, including medical expenses..."

"Don't you understand? We are all a group of old antiques who can't keep up with the times, and we can't see through the current development with our backward eyes." Jacob leaned back on the sofa with his arms around Paque's shoulders, his eyes in the beard Deep as a philosopher,
"Okay, I have proved my ability to earn money," Dean accepted the contract with confidence, "Now Paque, pick a house you like in Las Vegas, and I will pay for it."

This time, no one questioned his strength. In this day and age, an ordinary house in the urban area would be enough for $[-] to $[-].

Paqui opened his mouth and remained silent for a long while, with complicated and indescribable emotions. For a moment, they seemed to be gagged and unable to speak.

"Paqui, since Lena and Glenn disappeared, you have been taking care of me." Dean paced around the hall, his voice was warm but full of strength, "If it wasn't because of me, you would have Marry a family, have a wife and children."

The remaining feelings made Dean feel a desire. He occupied the body of the predecessor and controlled the soul of the predecessor as a superpower.

So helping the family members of the predecessor to improve their lives is irreproachable both emotionally and rationally.

What's more, he helped Paqui, so that he could let the other party cooperate with him to deal with the gold bars and go to the shooting range to purchase powerful weapons.

"In our hometown, there is an old saying that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring."

He looked at the bewildered big man,

"You have taken care of me for so many years and raised me, it's my turn to repay you, uncle."

The emotional voice echoed in the living room, quietly melting the ice in my heart.

The big man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and rubbed the corners of his eyes,
Well, no matter how the personality changes, Dean is also family.

"When did the brat become so provocative? Having a girlfriend makes such a big difference?"

"Don't be stubborn!" The bearded man glanced at Paqui, then at Dean, envy flashed in his eyes, "With such a good nephew, why are you going to be a bodyguard, just retire and enjoy life!"

"When you buy a house, don't forget to invite old friends to visit!" Tang Ya smiled sincerely, but her eyes were slightly red.

"The brat has earned a lot of money, and he is willing to help my useless uncle, I am happy to accept it." Paqui looked at Dean, and his whole body pulled away from the tense state before, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth,
"But I have been traveling around for most of my life, and I don't have much time to stay in Las Vegas. Since Lena and Guangming disappeared, my feelings for Las Vegas have faded, and the only thing I miss is this nephew. "

he smiled at dean
"I've had enough of the rush, the hustle and bustle, the void under the bustle, and the racists. If you want to buy a house and settle down, you must choose another place with deeper ties."

Leaving Las Vegas?
Dean gritted his teeth, he didn't expect that he guessed wrongly what his uncle was thinking from the beginning.

"You want to go back to your hometown?" Jacob's eyes lit up suddenly,
Paque nodded, rubbed the dreamcatcher tattoo on his neck, and laughed at himself,
"When we were ten years old, Lena and I left home without hesitation. We made up our minds never to go back, but we couldn't help sneaking back many times on the way. It has always been there, but it has changed a lot."

"Twenty years have passed, and recently, I miss the place where I was born and grew up more and more."

"I even dreamed of the high school basketball hall where I had a few fights."

He closed his eyes longingly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"That's where I belong. I'm going back to see my old classmates and the buildings I remember, and then buy a quiet house in the suburbs, surrounded by natural lawns, walk the dog anytime, close to the forest, The air is fresh, you can hunt with a gun, and the stream flows by, and you can catch fish when you feel like it.”

"Dean, my good nephew, are you willing to fulfill me?"

Paque was nervous and looking forward to it, but seeing the other party nod his head heavily,

"Going back to your hometown to settle down and return to your roots is a very traditional approach. I understand and support you 100%."

Dean paused, staring at him solemnly,

"When you go back, don't save me money. Pick a better house, strong enough and spacious enough to accommodate your future wife, children, your brothers and friends, and me."

"After I've selected it, I'll check it myself. If it's unqualified, don't blame me for repairing it for you."

Paqui breathed a sigh of relief, and Jacob and Tangya were also happy for him, hugging his two muscular arms from left to right.

"Clean up the house a bit, and then we'll join in the fun."

"Waiting for you at any time," Paque had already begun to imagine a bright future, smiling from ear to ear, "I will prepare a full set of barbecue equipment for you in advance."

"Hey, my dear uncle, should you tell me something first?" Dean put his hands on his hips, "I grew up knowing that you and Lena are from Indiana, but I don't know where it is .”

"Don't blame your mother, she just didn't have time to tell you the answer... It's not too late to say it now." Paque's eyes flashed with melancholy, "Well, our hometown is Hawkins, a beautiful town in Indiana."

"There are four distinct seasons throughout the year, unlike Las Vegas, which is full of dry deserts and scorching sun."

Hawkins, Indiana?

Dean's temple throbbed, a place he had no memory of.

In fact, his knowledge of most American cities is extremely limited.

"There is a middle school, a hospital, and a full range of shops in the town. The transportation is very convenient and the consumption is not high." Paqui was full of praise for the place, "and the folk customs are simple."

"You described Hawkins so well, why did you and Lena leave in the first place?" Dean was puzzled,
Paque's face darkened,
"At that time, your grandmother had just passed away, and we were so sad that we sold the house to the government. Later, a Ministry of Energy was built near the house."

"Your mother and I came to Las Vegas to dig for gold with the money from selling the house."

"Who hasn't been rebellious or impulsive when he was young?"

He sighed, looked at Dean and recalled,
"Your parents love to travel, and they will keep this habit after giving birth to you. Every year, they will drive past Hawkins for a few days, and then continue to travel east or west for a week or two. I will help take care of you."

"Eight years ago, during your ten-year-old summer vacation, they were driving to the east coast for a tour, and they never returned."

"Where exactly did he disappear?" Dean's expression changed, and he sat up straight. "Hawkins Town, Indiana? Or somewhere else?"

……

In the night, if someone approached this small two-story building quietly, peeping in through the windows of the yard.

Then, with the help of bright lights, you can see a burly man with yellow skin telling stories about the past with great emotion, shaking his ponytail in excitement from time to time, or covering his face with sighs.

A young man, a bearded woman, and a thin, middle-aged woman listen intently.

Until the dead of night.

(End of this chapter)