Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 111 111. Sudden, Grace Missing
The sky is overcast this morning,

The soaking cold wind blew past the gate of the police station. Dean stood up his collar, stepped in quickly, and saw two familiar figures head-on.

"Carl, Holden," Dean greeted him, "Did the bureau receive a missing case this morning?"

"The case of Ms. Grace Spencer? It's been less than 24 hours since she disappeared," Carl folded his arms around his chest and shook his head. "According to the regulations, the case was not opened so quickly."

"Her son Ruster is my best friend, so please speed up, and when the case is resolved, I'll treat everyone to a seafood dinner?"

Carl raised his American butt and chin, and stared at Dean with a sincere face.

The old teammate Holden next to him couldn't help but chime in,
"Don't worry, buddy, we know how to deal with it. Wait for the good news."

……

Dean enters the corridor,

On the row of chairs, Rust was wearing a gray sweater and blue striped pants. His bruised face was as tight as plaster. He lowered his head slightly, staring at the ground in a daze, and clasped his hands tightly In front of him, his breathing was messy, his butt moved on the chair, and he seemed restless.

As soon as he raised his head, he greeted Dean excitedly, and firmly held Dean's hand, "Help me, Grace is gone, I've searched all the places I can find and there is no clue! My dad is long gone. , I only have Grace, she can't have an accident!"

"Relax, I chatted with the police officer just now, and they immediately sent someone to get the surveillance video and ask someone to question."

"Besides, Grace is an adult and knows how to take care of herself." Dean took his companion and sat down on the chair again. "Maybe she just got drunk at a party with friends and new colleagues, and there is no way to inform you for the time being."

"It would be nice if it was like that."

"Tell me again... when did Grace disappear?"

"Grace made breakfast for me at seven o'clock yesterday morning, and went out to drive in a blue blouse and suit skirt work clothes as usual." Rust's lips trembled, "I thought she was driving to work in the hotel , but she has not returned since she left home, and her car is not in the parking lot."

"She may have encountered some unexpected situations, such as taking the night shift on behalf of her colleagues." Dean looked into Luster's eyes calmly, "Didn't you say last time that she has been very busy at work and comes home late every day?"

"The key point is that Grace didn't go to work at all." Luster growled.

"What do you mean?" Dean's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

"I haven't received a call from her every night shift, so I couldn't help but went to the Gaowen Hotel where she worked at five o'clock this morning to ask." Rust's voice paused, his face pale. He turned pale, his mouth became O-shaped, and his expression was extremely terrified, "Do you know what Grace's colleague said?",
"Grace has been resigning for almost a month, and she proposed it on her own initiative!"

"From January to February now, nearly a month, she never went to work in the hotel at all!"

call--

The cold wind blows through the corridor outside the gate.

Dean shrank his shoulders for a moment, realizing a big problem,

"So Grace still goes out in her work clothes every morning?"

"Yes, I don't come home until eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. It's very regular." Lust's voice fluctuated like a roller coaster, and his face also changed, "She is creating an illusion with me, as if she is busy with work and everything It's all normal."

"Dean, I don't understand why! Please, help me find a way to find Grace."

As Ruster's voice fell to the ground.

A reminder flashed in front of Dean, you have triggered a new event——

Missing Grace (Event 2/2)

The mother of your classmate Rust left without saying goodbye one morning. Whether she left voluntarily or encountered an accident is still unknown.

And a month before that, Grace carefully disguised and concealed the fact that she resigned from her son.

What kind of secret is hidden in it?
This incident stems from Lust's strong feelings, and you must take him to find the answer and let him witness Grace's ending.

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress (0/100)

Duration: one week

Reward: 100 experience points + special rewards.

Penalty: None…

……

witness?

Dean felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart. He took a deep breath, raised his voice, and strengthened his confidence.

"Don't worry, Ruster, think of the best, Grace probably found a new job before resigning, and is currently working in another hotel."

"You're waiting for your college acceptance letter. As a mother, Grace certainly doesn't want to distract you. So I didn't tell you!"

"Don't comfort me." Luster covered his face and said worriedly, "I have lived with Grace in Las Vegas for so many years, I know her well. If it's just a job change, she can't die Keep it from me."

"She must be in some serious trouble."

Dean's face darkened, "Has she behaved unusually lately? For example, said something strange to you?"

Ruster bowed his head,

"If you have to talk about strange behavior, there is this one. In the past month, she has taken a shower more frequently than before, three times a day, and sometimes she has to go home to take a shower at noon."

"Sometimes when I'm sleeping, I can faintly hear the sound of running water in the bathroom."

Investigation progress jumped to 5.00%.

……

How many showers?
Dean raised Erlang's legs on the bench and rubbed his chin

Grace has resigned from her job, but she still wears a blue blouse and beautiful work clothes with a suit and skirt every day. She leaves early and returns late, and takes frequent showers when she returns home.

Then what physical work is she doing outside during the day?
Wandering around bored?
Dean frowned, thinking of another less respectable possibility, but he couldn't jump to conclusions just yet.

Seeing his friend's silence for a long time, Ruster got a little impatient, clasped his left fist with his right hand, and spun around, "Shall we investigate with the police officers?"

Dean shook his head.

"Finding someone for questioning and calling for surveillance is a boring and exhausting process. Let professionals take care of it. Let's change the direction of investigation."

Dean began to let his imagination run wild.

Grace left home yesterday and did not show any abnormalities before that.

The 100 experience points of the event just reached the threshold of medium difficulty, and there is a high probability that it involves the supernatural, so it is better to broaden your horizons.

Apart from Grace, did her surroundings, people around her have any unusual encounters, or showed abnormal signs?
Thinking of this, Dean glanced at the faint bruises on Ruster's face,
"What's wrong with your face?"

"On the way home from school the day before yesterday, I was stopped by a few hooligans and beat me up." Rust said casually, "But I'm almost done. I'm fine. It's important to find Grace."

"Have you offended them?"

"No, I haven't even spoken to them."

"Then they just beat you up? No money?"

"That's not true, I'm also surprised."

Dean nodded, "You were beaten for no reason the day before yesterday, and your mother suddenly disappeared a day later. Is this a coincidence?"

The adjustment progress jumped from 5.00% to [-]%.

Ruster was stunned for a moment, shaking his head with an absurd face,

"This is too outrageous. How can the three punks be connected with my mother's disappearance?"

"Answer my question first," Dean asked, "Do you remember the faces of those three people?"

"I can't forget even in ashes. They overturned my bicycle, rode on me, and punched me hard in the face...as fierce as wolf cubs." Rust gritted his teeth, "By the way, I still see them often hanging around my house."

"Go, go back to the place where you were attacked to try your luck, and search your home by the way."

……

The two left LVPD and drove to the apartment where Rust lived behind a deserted department store.

Good luck favored them.

When the two passed by the supermarket, Rust paused his steps and turned his eyes. Three young men who were talking and laughing walked out of the supermarket door.

They are all white, about 20 or [-] years old, with black fluff on their mouths, red, green and blue hair, shiny earrings, sweaters, fashionable sneakers, and bags of potato chips in their hands Cola.

He was humming and singing the most popular song at the moment.

If they are paired with a CD player released a few years later, they will be the underage street punks in Dean's impression.

"It's them." Last excitedly gestured to Dean,
Dean tilted his neck towards the surveillance camera at the entrance of the supermarket, and the camera swung to the other side.

He walked straight towards the three of them.

Rast only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and didn't see his companion's movements clearly. He groaned one after another, and the three punks fell to the ground inexplicably.

"What are you waiting for, man, help me get 'em to the back alley."

……

Next to the dumpster in the back alley.

"Fakeyu, why don't you dismantle it? I'm going to have your head blown off."

"Wait for me, you will cry worse than dead pigs!"

The three gangsters uttered harsh words forcefully, and in the next second, they themselves uttered screams like slaughtering pigs. Amid the crackling slaps, the three smooth and young faces raised terrifying bruises.

"Uh... hiss... um... hiss..."

Dean didn't think it was enough, he pinched the freckled man's neck with one hand, and lifted his feet off the ground abruptly, as if he had been hanged on the gallows.

Until the opponent's feet kicked wildly, his face turned from red to white, foaming at the mouth, and he was about to suffocate to death, Laster pulled his arm.

Dean waved his hand casually, throwing him to the corner like trash.

The man who escaped from death gasped heavily, his face full of horror, and the two companions beside him dared not breathe, for fear of offending this strange man.

Seeing this, Dean nodded, slowed down and spoke clearly,

"Listen now. I ask, and you answer."

"I'm not full. I don't commit a crime when I kill people, understand?" Dean's tone was as flat as water, and his eyes were like knives piercing the hearts of the three of them.

"I get it, sir, I get it!" The freckle-faced punk sucked his nosebleed, shaking like a sieve. This Asian man's indifferent eyes are only seen in those who have been imprisoned for decades. I've seen it on murderers in prison.

The other party was 100% blood-stained!

The other two companions curled up into a ball, like wild dogs with their tails between their legs.

"Do you recognize him, why did you attack him a few days ago?" Dean pointed to Ruster.

The freckled man wiped his nosebleed,

"We are in a bad mood and want to find a punching bag. And this little boy looks like a bully, so..."

Ruster's face turned dark, and he felt aggrieved.

Why do I look like a bully!

The freckled man licked the blood that flowed from his lips, and looked at Dean timidly, "We didn't do it on purpose, we didn't know he had a friend who could hit you like you, otherwise we wouldn't dare to touch him if we had ten guts! "

Slap, plop, nosebleed, the man spun 360 degrees like a spinning top, fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

"The price of lying." Dean turned his gaze to the second man with a cockscomb head, and raised his iron palm again, making a gesture of desire, "You only have one chance, why attack him?"

"I said, don't slap me, please." The man looked at the strong hand, as frightened as he was looking at a machine gun aimed at his head, and told the secret like pouring beans, "When we passed by the supermarket that day, there was a man Stopped us, gave a hundred dollars, let us beat him up."

Ruster looked at Dean in surprise when he heard the words, and guessed right.

Dean's inexplicable association turned out to be correct.

"Go on," Dean urged, without any surprise on his face, "Who is the man who bought you? What's his name?"

"I don't know, I don't know him!" Ji Guantou hurriedly explained, "When we finish our 'work' and go back, he will be gone!"

"lie!"

"As you like, you can slap it if you want, and you can lie if you tell a lie!" The cockscomb smashed into a pot, narrowed its eyes, and twisted its sausage-like lips in anger,
"Dude." Before Dean could slap him, Ruster grabbed Dean's hand and shouted, "He's so miserable, I don't think he needs to lie."

"Listen, rascal!" Rust looked at him bitterly, "If you don't want to suffer, then hurry up and tell me what that man looks like."

"Truck cap, white vest, middle-aged man. His figure is a little fat." The gangster who escaped the disaster looked at Dean, "half a head shorter than you."

"By the way, I remember a scar the size of a fingernail on the bridge of his nose." The third man who had been listening could not help but add.

Truck cap, white waistcoat, scar on the bridge of the nose.

After hearing this description, Dean's eyes flashed a strong sense of familiarity.

Thoughts were flying, and he quickly revealed a dazed expression.

More than a month ago, when Dean and Holden went to the Gawain Hotel to investigate the Joan Cartri case, they saw this man pestering Lagrace outside the hotel.

Grace claimed at the time that the other party was just her suitor. ,

Investigation progress jumped from 5.00% to 15.00%.

……

"Do you have any impression of this scar-faced man? Have you seen him near home?" Dean looked at Ruster,

"I have no impression, I have never seen it, and I have not offended him."

"It's almost time to go." Dean turned to the semi-conscious freckled man, and in a panic screamed, he punched him twice, making two panda eyes.

Rast was dissatisfied and didn't step up. He followed his companion in small steps amidst the other's melodious screams, and looked back nervously.
"Just leave them like this? Are you afraid they will call the police?"

"Call the police? How dare these three rogues enter the police station with so many records on their backs? And I'm merciful, they just suffered a little trauma." Dean explained calmly,

"Then have you thought about it, why did the man with the scar on his face hire someone to beat me?"

"Maybe it's a threat." Dean turned his eyes and shook his head. "In short, the scar-faced man is likely to be related to your mother's disappearance. We have to ask someone to look for it when we return to the bureau. But now, let's search your home first. .”

(End of this chapter)