Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 112 112. Receipts, Money Disputes

Ruster's home is in an old low-rise apartment building, the exterior walls have been weathered by the wind and sun and covered with mottled marks of time, like a sleepy old man.

Dean entered the door and opened the God's perspective.

The room has two bedrooms and one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. It is not big, but it is neat and tidy. The furniture and appliances are old, and the four walls are covered with light yellow plaid wallpaper, which does not have a warm atmosphere.

"The last time I came here was more than half a year ago." Dean was inexplicably emotional. It was the second day after he crossed over, he met Rust, a friend, and investigated the case of Mona's disappearance together.

"I remember clearly, that day in the school cafeteria you beat up Bob Lowe, and then hid in my house for the night," Rust's face showed a gleam of reminiscence, "It was also from that time that you Sudden personality change...into an omnipotent superman, Lake Mead hero, martial arts master."

"It's not as good as you have a good mother, um, I still have endless aftertastes of Grace's fried pork chops." Dean was slightly envious,
"You refused to invite me as a guest all the time, but now you want to eat..." Ruster stopped talking, and the smile disappeared.

"It's fine when she comes back." Dean patted him on the shoulder and walked to the bedroom on the right.

Warm yellow beds, bedside tables, vanity mirrors, and an oversized wardrobe occupy the entire wall inside.

Dean caught sight of the family portrait in a frame on the bedside table.

Lust, who was five or six years old, was surrounded in the center. On the left and on the right were his tall, handsome father, and his young and beautiful mother, with a spring-like smile on his mouth.

The family is happy and happy.

"Isn't my dad handsome?" Lust said proudly
"You can become an actor." Dean complimented, but he didn't see this photo when he was a guest last time.

Ruster picked up the photo frame and regretted, "It's a pity that he left early, leaving my mother behind to bear the burden of life alone."

"Well, it's amazing that Grace raised you, a future student of a prestigious university, by herself," Dean comforted in the tone of someone who has experienced it, and pulled out the drawer of the bedside table casually.

Skin care lotions, lipsticks... There are countless cosmetics of various colors, all of which seem to be brand-name products, but unfortunately there is no clue he is looking for.

He went to the closet and opened it, and found a lot of colorful women's clothes: suits, skirts, shirts, vests, sweaters, windbreakers, everything... The top is full, and the bottom is also full, adding up to at least a hundred pieces.

Di Anjian opened the drawer in the center of the wardrobe, and there was a pile of beautiful rings, necklaces and other accessories.

"Do all women have so many cosmetics and jewelry?"

"Grace's working environment requires her to be glamorous every day, otherwise it will be very disrespectful," Lust explained, with a sad face,

"Well, how come a lady as beautiful as her hasn't considered finding you a stepfather after being single for so many years?" Dean asked casually,
"She's worried that my stepfather treats me badly." Rust turned his eyes to the drawer, suddenly staring, "Why are there some things missing, gold earrings, necklaces, and rings?"

"Dean, there used to be a set of gold jewelry in here!"

"Pure gold?"

"Well, my dad gave it to Grace after we got married." Last rummaged through the entire drawer, his brows tightened, "There is also a diamond pair ring missing."

"Did Grace take you out yesterday?" Dean asked.

"It's unlikely, she was wearing one on her hand." Last shook his head, "The rest of the rings belonged to my late father, and they were always in the drawer."

"Look again."

The two searched the entire bedroom, then the hall, the entrance, the kitchen, and Ruster's bedroom.

Dean's God's perspective is fully fired, even a fly can't hide.

But after tossing for half an hour, they still couldn't find the gold jewelry and diamond ring that Ruster was talking about. Instead, they found a receipt in a box under Grace's bed.
At the top is Grace Spencer's home phone number and address.

A table below lists the pawned items: a gold ring, necklace, earrings, and a pair of rings totaling just over $[-].

The date is November 1980, 12.

Ruster sat back on the sofa with the bill in his hands, staring blankly at the sky.

"She actually sold the jewelry." Last said to himself, looking deeply shocked,

"How are you, buddy?"

"No, the jewelry is the only souvenir left by my father." Rust whispered, "How can it be sold?"

"Think about it, is the family short of money recently?" Dean asked, "Is it necessary for Grace to pawn jewelry?"

"I don't see it at all," Ruster replied quietly. "Grace said she would pay for my college tuition and buy me a car when I got my acceptance letter."

Then she might be holding on.

Dean looked around and changed the question, "Did you buy this apartment?"

Rast was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with his companion's train of thought, then shook his head,
"We don't have that much money, so we can only rent a house."

"This kind of location close to the center, the rent is at least a few hundred dollars a month, right?"

"Ah."

"What is Grace's monthly income from working in a hotel?"

"More than 1000 dollars a month."

Very ordinary income.

After a little calculation, Dean found that after deducting living expenses and renting expenses, there was not much left from this income.

But in his memory, Rust's family was living in a good life, with food, clothing and housing, including the Ford. Ruster had generously helped him pay for a trip to the beach in Santa Monica.

No matter how you look at it, it is not the kind of family living in poverty.

Ruster seemed to see the doubt in his eyes,

"After my father died, there was a pension. With this money, Grace took me to live in Las Vegas. I spent the first few difficult years and took me to see a well-known psychiatrist. After spending a lot of money, I finally cured my mental illness.”

"We usually have a lot of expenses. Grace likes to buy all kinds of expensive cosmetics, jewelry, and the clothes and shoes I bought are not cheap."

Dean nodded. Grace worked in a hotel on the strip, and most of the guests she came into contact with were rich people. Under the influence of her ears and eyes, it was naturally difficult to save money.

"Recently..." Rust scratched his hair in distress, thoughtfully, "Since Britney and I went to Tucson, Arizona for college interviews, we have spent a lot of money, transportation, and shopping. Expenses."

As he was talking, Rust thought of a series of questions Dean had just asked, and suddenly realized,
"I should have thought about it a long time ago. After persisting for so many years, the pension should have been spent, and we can't maintain our previous standard of living at all." Deep regret appeared on Rust's face, and he clenched his cup tightly, "If I was killed by Arizona University admission requires a large amount of tuition fees, and with Grace's character, she will definitely help me raise tuition fees at any cost!"

"She has always hoped that I could be admitted to a well-known university, and it is only for this reason that she can bear to sell those precious jewelry..." Last's nose was sore, his tone was choked,
Dean sighed with a complicated face.

The tuition fees for a few years in college are tens of thousands of dollars, which is effortless for him.

But for most ordinary families, including Rust, it is a huge sum of money.

Just selling jewelry may not be enough.

"But I'm still lavish, I don't have any sympathy for Grace!" Lust's voice became louder and louder,

"Don't blame yourself, Grace must be a strong woman who can raise you up alone in the big city," Dean leaned against the wall under the wall clock, thinking of seeing her outside the Gawain Hotel, she refused at that time Help yourself, "Even if there are difficulties, she will not tell you."

"That's right. She has a very stubborn temper." Rust recalled with his head down. "Since we moved to Las Vegas, she was looking for a job, renting an apartment, and no matter what difficulties she resisted, she never told friends, Colleagues. And I am too young to be of much help, and most of the time I only get a little information after she solves the problem."

"But I'm an adult now, I should have gone out to work and help her share!"

His voice was getting higher and higher, his eyes were faintly red,
"But I'm still enjoying her contribution and care with peace of mind. I'm just a selfish ghost, a waste!"

boom!
He punched the coffee table hard, the coffee table shook violently, and the glass filled with water slipped off the edge of the table in an instant.

Dean stooped, retrieved the cup like magic and handed it over, sat beside him and put his arms around his shoulders,

"Listen, buddy! Don't blame yourself and complain like a teenage girl, it won't help, focus on the present, our conclusion - Grace sold the gold jewelry and the pair of rings because of financial constraints."

Ruster took a deep breath and nodded.

...

"I already have an idea, and the house is almost ready. It's time to go back to the bureau. Let's talk as we walk." Dean walked towards the door,

Ruster wiped the corners of his eyes,

"Wait a minute, I'll leave a letter in case Grace comes back halfway and can see it."

The two left the door and came to the elevator, Dean said,
"Last month, I saw a man pestering Grace outside the Kovan Hotel."

Ruster's expression was shocked,
"I went to help Grace out, and when I asked why, she only said that she was a stalker." Dean opened the door and entered the corridor, "It seems that she made an excuse and didn't want to bother me. .”

"Who is that bastard?"

"You already know."

Ruster lost his mind for a moment, then realized,

"The man who hired those little bastards to beat me up?"

"That's right, it's the man with the scarred face. He pestered your mother outside the hotel first, and then hired someone to beat you. Can you think of the connection?"

"He ordered people to beat me because of Grace? He wanted to use me to threaten Grace!" Last was not stupid, and blurted out instantly, "No wonder Grace was so angry and angry when she saw my miserable appearance that day. Afraid, as if she knew who was behind the scenes."

"That's right." Dean pressed the operation button outside the elevator,

Last said harshly, "But what's the reason for the scar-faced man to do this? Because Grace refused to associate with him, so he beat me to vent his anger?"

Dean shook his head and walked into the elevator,

"Think about the conclusion just now. Your family's financial situation is not very good recently. Grace even sold the precious jewelry left by her marriage."

Dean paused, inferring from this,

"So there is a high probability that there is a money dispute between her and the scar-faced man. From January to February, Grace obviously resigned, but she left early and returned late every day. It was all related to this man."

"You mean that Grace borrowed money from him?" Ruster guessed what Dean meant,
"I think so, but I can't make a conclusion yet. But if you really can't find Grace, you should find this scar-faced man first!"

After speaking, Dean glanced at the system. After this analysis, the progress increased from 15.00% to 20.00%.

Last was excited but worried, "I'm very uneasy in my heart, what if we guess wrong?"

"My conclusion is only based on inference and deduction, and it's normal to be wrong." Dean's expression was calm. He was just looking for a possibility, and changes in the progress of the system could remind him how likely it was.

"But we have already made two-handed preparations. Even if our method is ineffective, Carl, Holden, and LVPD police officers are using conventional methods to investigate this disappearance case, and their investigation will be effective."

Rust Wen felt a little relieved, and followed Dean out of the apartment building.

The gloomy sky, billowing black clouds, pressed down like an abyss.

(End of this chapter)