Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 152 152. Jonathan's Old Acquaintance

"A great fate favors you..."

"North...Athabasca."

Well…

A groan.

Dean sat up from the bed, panted and wiped off his cold sweat, and went down to the first floor, where Paque, who was busy in the kitchen, threw a steaming "hidden weapon" at random.
"Remember the little store in town where Joyce worked? You drive up and pick up a guy outside the store, and he shows you around Hawkins."

"Who?" Dean grabbed a piece of baked bread and chewed it.
"Jonathan Byers, Joyce's eldest son, is currently on summer vacation, and he is bored to accompany you around, and you can also enlighten that shy boy by the way." Paque rubbed his wrist. A bruise from last night's fiasco.

Dean's physical fitness has exceeded the limit of ordinary people, and his lv3 fighting is also at the peak level of human beings. It can't be said that he can tear up Gundam, but he can also compete with nocturnal species in close quarters.

Pacqui's physique and fighting skills are already the best among human beings, but in the face of perverts, he also ushered in a five-game losing streak in wrestling.

"Man..." Dean joked, "Can't you arrange a beautiful tour guide for me?"

"Where is it your turn to have a beautiful tour guide? That's it. Hurry up after eating. I have to go to work and find someone."

……

Dean changed out of the over-mature trench coat that Paque said, and changed into a gray baseball shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Looking in the mirror, after absorbing 1 point of strength from the hedgehog head not long ago, the clothes became obviously tight, and the muscles under the clothes were like barriers, and the outline was more distinct. Coupled with a height of just over 1.8 meters, he looked inferior to the gym The coach is so big, but also stronger than the average person.

Dean drove out, bathed in the breeze and the lazy morning light, and drove slowly along the green roads of the community to the shops in the small town, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, yellow coat, jeans, rustic teenager is standing in front of the store.

He has messy bangs, slightly protruding cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a cuboid Kodak camera hanging around his neck. He exudes a decadent and literary temperament beyond his age.
"Jonathan?"

"Dean?" Jonathan lowered his head and smiled shyly.
Dean nodded, opened the co-pilot door to let him in, and waved to Joyce who was smiling at them in the glass wall of the shop,
"Relax, I'm not a monster, I won't eat you..." Dean handed him a mint-flavored POLO candy,
"Sorry, there are very few new faces in town, so I'm not used to it..." Jonathan sipped the candy in his mouth, "Where do you want to go next?"

"Turn around the place you think is the most interesting." Seeing that the other party was still tense, Dean looked at the camera in front of the other party's neck and asked, "Do you like taking pictures?"

"Of course! Photography can help us capture our memories, and it requires great acuity and observation skills to put a wonderful story into a small photo... The whole process is full of imagination..." Jonathan began to talk about himself Gradually, a trace of self-confidence appeared in his tone,
Dean just chatted with him in the car, and by the way, used the young man to practice the little words he learned in private detective training.

He chose the topic according to his liking, and occasionally boasted that the gloomy boy Jonathan had never met such a caring and friendly peer. He unknowingly let go of his psychological defenses and began to communicate actively, sharing some family information.

Jonathan's parents divorced when he was young, and he lived with his mother Joyce and younger brother Will.

In order to support his two sons, Joyce was busy working, even on Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving, and spent most of his remaining energy on his youngest son, Will.

So Jonathan sadly fell to the point where his father was absent and his mother didn't care, his personality became withdrawn and out of gregarious, and he became what is commonly known as a campus weirdo.

……

The car drove to the mall in the center of the town.

"Stop, take a few photos here?"

Jonathan led Dean to hide in the shade behind the potted plants at the entrance of the mall, and quietly raised the camera to point at the crowd of customers coming in and out.

It's summer vacation.

Most of the shoppers were female students from Hawkins Middle School, wearing cool denim skirts and vests, wantonly showing off their soft and delicate calves, slender waist, and their rosy faces were charming.

Although the girls in the country town are not as sexy and fashionable as Las Vegas, they still exude a compelling youthful vitality.

Jonathan is obviously an old driver who has been "tested in the field". He chose an extremely hidden location for the shooting, and the models who were photographed had no idea at all.

He smirks from time to time because he captures the moment of satisfaction,
"You are taking a sneak shot." Dean lowered his voice and interrupted Jonathan's interest, who immediately explained with a stiff face, "After the photo is developed, I will not pass it on. I will keep it for myself."

"Don't be nervous, I mean you can't patronize yourself to be happy," Dean patted him on the shoulder, squatted down, as if he had awakened a special hobby, looked at the beautiful girls passing by with glowing eyes, and his tone was inexplicably excited, " Also teach me how to take pictures of women beautifully?"

"No problem, hold the camera..." Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, and patiently explained the basic photography operations, "See the tall and beautiful girl on the left? Take a photo of her... Pay attention to the lights of the mall... It's best to backlight ...yes, you have a bit of talent as a photographer."

"Aim at the beauty next to the optical shop."

"They are so skinny that they are almost mummified, how can they be considered beautiful." Dean retracted the camera and shook his head, "From my experience, dating this kind of girl will hurt your bones... Uh, sorry, I forgot that you don't have a girlfriend .”

Jonathan's face became even more melancholy,
"Look at the salesperson by the ice cream cabinet. The sweat after exercise just rightly highlights the curve of the waist, back and hips. This is the real beauty..." Dean was talking, and saw the ice cream wearing a blue and white striped sea soul shirt The lady turned around, and an unusually familiar face came into view.

how is she?

In the next second, Dean greeted Jonathan and walked directly to the ice cream showcase, knocked,
"Two vanilla ice creams..."

The petite ice cream saleswoman turned her head with a bright smile, her pupils constricted, and she covered her red lips in surprise, "Wait, I know you, you're not Dean Lou from Lake Mead, why are you..."

"Good morning, Ms. Catherine, I'm visiting relatives in Hawkins." Dean stretched out his hand to her, and asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be broadcasting the morning news in Las Vegas? Ice cream?"

Catherine brushed her blond hair under the sailor cap, put her hands on the ice cream cabinet to support her chin, and sighed exaggeratedly. The stalwart chest under the sea soul shirt was filled with waves, and the men and boys passing by couldn't help but pause. Stretching his neck and looking straight at his eyes, Jonathan's cheeks were flushed,
"What else could it be? The pervert director failed to sexually harass me, so I can't get along in the news industry... But it doesn't matter, I have long wanted to quit that job where I was raped hundreds of times a day by the eyes, and selling ice cream in my hometown is also a problem. Not bad, it’s free and easy, and you can also work as a reporter part-time.”

Catherine smiled, and raised a pink ice cream "microphone" to Dean's mouth,

"You didn't accept my interview before, can you do it now? The hero of Lake Mead, what's your impression of Hawkins?"

"The environment is beautiful, the people are also very warm, friendly, and beautiful..." Dean complimented a few words without hesitation. This female reporter did not wear heavy makeup. After wearing the lady's suit made of several pieces of cloth, she was more approachable and sexy. A little more refreshing.

"You really plan to sell ice cream here in the future, don't you want to find a more suitable job?" Dean licked the ice cream, but felt a little sorry in his heart. Now that this female reporter will lose her job, probably because The prank that I had on a whim that night.

"Let's do it first," Catherine squeezed her small fist energetically, "I will try to find a job at Hawkins Newspaper or Hawkins Middle School in the future."

"I wish you all wishes come true."

"Haha, I wish you a good time too, I often come to eat ice cream." Catherine stretched out her soft little hand to shake him lightly, then turned around and began to deal with a few middle school students who were blushing.

Dean called Jonathan to leave,

"Are you familiar with her?" Jonathan raised the camera enviously and curiously, aiming at Catherine, who is graceful and smiling, and took a quick shot.
"I've only met a few times."

"Then what did she mean by the Lake Mead hero?"

"The past is not worth mentioning," Dean handed the ice cream to Jonathan, "Let's go, keep going."

After staying in the shopping mall for more than an hour, the two visited the library and game hall in the town, got a lot of stylized photos, then found a darkroom to hand in the negatives, bought a few hamburgers and cola and leaned against the movie theater Take a break outside.

Dean noticed that there was a unique poster on several walls near the cinema. The poster showed a sexy and glamorous woman wearing a black lace tube top, a small red suit, a magic top hat, and a magic wand magician.

The woman's skin is pale and bloodless, and she wears heavy makeup with bright red lips, which has a kind of gothic, noble beauty, which is impressive at first glance.

"Is this some new movie coming out?" Dean asked as he took a bite of his burger.
"No, some time ago, this female magician performed a magic show in the center of the town... It lasted for two days." Jonathan recalled holding a Coke bottle, "That show was a miracle, with body cutting, blazing fire, animal taming, Projects such as catching bullets with bare hands are wonderful and terrifying."

Jonathan paused, with a look of sadness on his face,
"what happened?"

"My best friend had an accident shortly after that."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, it's all over."

"Is this female magician still performing?" Dean became interested,
"She left Hawkins long ago."

……

The setting sun dyed the sky red.

Dean drove Jonathan home and exchanged home phone numbers.

"Are you free tomorrow? Come to my house and listen to music together?" Jonathan opened the car door and looked back nervously and expectantly. He rarely met such a good friend.

Dean was very satisfied with the effect of the speech, and raised his hand to make an OK gesture.

(End of this chapter)