Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 155
In the early morning, Dean drove into the residential area near Maple Street, and drove along the shaded road to No. 82 along the street.

From a distance, I saw three young men on the lawn outside the house practicing their basketball skills against the rising sun, wearing white basketball uniforms with "HAWKINS" printed on them.

The average height is more than 1.9 meters, the body is sturdy, the arms and thighs are full of muscles, and the sweat glistens in the sun, like three shiny bronze statues.

The car door was closed heavily, and the loud noise attracted the attention of the three big men opposite.

"Chatham, Leno, Qian Nan?" Dean leaned over,
"Who are you?" the bearded man put his hands around his bulging chest muscles and asked ferociously, looking down at Dean's big black trench coat,

"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm here to find out about Peter."

"Peter, that unconscious freak?" The blond man in the center smiled sarcastically, "You asked the wrong person, you should go to the town center hospital, hurry up, before that guy has time to fall into hell and follow him The other devils have a party together, and you can see him one last time."

"Don't talk nonsense with this Japanese... Get lost!"

The third black man twirled the basketball with his index finger as thick as a bone carrot, and threw it hard!
The basketball flew to the ground and bounced high!
Dean casually stretched out his hand to catch the basketball firmly, and with the other hand he patted the black man's swaying arm like lightning.

The black man's huge body suddenly flew into the air like being hit by a train, fell to the ground head-on and fell to the ground, a big bloody tooth collapsed into the air.

Seeing that their companion was knocked down, the blond man and the bearded man rushed forward with a roar.

The next second, he braked the car urgently, stood still on the spot like acupuncture, opened his mouth slightly, and his pupils shrank——

Dean stepped on the back of the black man and took out a gun from his windbreaker. The black muzzle was pointing at the two of them, and he rubbed their necks one by one. Drill large goosebumps.

"I'm not a kid, your whole family is a kid!"

"You're right! Hold the gun steady and don't let it go off." Chatham, who was originally high-spirited and bearded, suddenly stopped, raised his hands with a flattering smile on his face, and swallowed his saliva. "Ask any questions."

"Let me all go into the house!"

Without hesitation, a group of people filed into the house on the first floor beside the lawn.

"Stand still and don't move around," Dean glanced at the three people who squatted down with their heads in their arms, and raised their guns again, "Take off your underwear!"

"hiss--"

The cheeks of the three 1.9-meter-tall men turned into liver-colored, and they covered their buttocks in horror.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in men." Dean shook the M1911, "Take it off, whoever is slow will lose his head!"

The three of them stood in a stalemate for five seconds, and began to move in pain. After the rustling sound, there were three more "orangutans" in the room with rough red faces covering their vital parts.

"You, Chatham, stand behind the Negro and put your arm around his waist."

"Fake!" The bearded face changed drastically, and the black man trembled and spat on the ground, a blush appeared on his charcoal-like face.
"Why stand there stupidly, do you want to be shot in the head or in the ass? I'll give you five seconds to think about it!" Dean's eyes narrowed.

The two felt a coldness that froze their hearts, and they succumbed instantly.

Dean turned to the third blond man who thought he had escaped a long sigh of relief, pointed his gun at his belly, "Stand behind the bearded man, and hug his waist tightly!"

"God... I haven't slept with my girlfriend yet, I'm still a virgin... Woohoo..."

……

"Very good, keep this posture and expression." Dean raised his newly bought camera, and using the photography skills he had practiced during this period, he aimed at the three people who were "driving the train" and kept taking pictures.

Lighting, angles, every photo is full of beauty and artistic atmosphere.

"This time is not in vain." Dean put away the camera in satisfaction, and asked the three red-faced men, "Honestly tell me, what kind of poison did you poison Peter? Homicide in Indianapolis Jail."

"Because you have already reached your full age, your sentence is at least 15 years. And the black boss in the prison likes muscular men the most, and will definitely love you so much that you can't get out of bed every day."

"God!" No matter how shameful his posture was, the bearded man frantically gestured to the air, almost crying out of grievance, "I didn't poison you!"

The black man was so angry that his nostrils dilated, and he was about to spit out fire with grievance, "I saw Peter only once in the whole summer vacation, how could I have a chance?"

The blond-haired man is even more willing to commit crimes, "None of our basketball team is qualified in science and mathematics, and we don't have the IQ to throw poison."

Dean's eyes flashed across the three panicked faces, focusing on the subtle expressions in the eyes and cheeks using the technique he had learned from Holden.

Almost sure they weren't lying.

"Since you claim you are not sinners, who do you think is most likely to poison Peter?"

The three of them were stunned by this question and pondered like statues for a long time.

"Peter is an honest man, he doesn't seem to have offended anyone much at school..." the bearded man muttered in a low voice while maintaining a half-squatting position.
"No, Peter threatened Maggie," said the blond man.
"Threat, Maggie?" Dean interrupted.
The black man waved his hand in distaste, as if he wanted to slap an annoying fly to death, "Maggie is a girl in the same grade as Peter. Gave Maggie a red spike necklace wrapped in nylon cord. Maggie was so terrified that she almost cried."

"Yes, Peter is a freak who doesn't fit in with normal life and school, an out-and-out pervert," the bearded beard plausibly said, "otherwise we wouldn't be making trouble with him and beating him hard!"

"Let's beat him up, it's a joy."

Dean had a strange look on his face when he heard this.

In the hospital ward, Lucia was full of praise for Peter, without even mentioning that he was a weirdo.

Did she hold back on purpose, or did she bring her own filter to her relatives?

At this time, the system suddenly shook.

The progress of the investigation jumped from 5.00% at the beginning to [-]%.

Dean was thoughtful, is Peter a weirdo a clue?
……

Afterwards, Dean asked Maggie's address and home phone number from the three of them, and prepared to investigate further, but he felt that the possibility was unlikely.
"Think about it again, this summer vacation, where did Peter go and who did he meet?"

"Shet!" The beard thumped the floor violently, like a beast in heat, "I want to accompany my girlfriend and train, and I'm not that kid's follower, how would I know!"

The black man and the blond man also spread their arms and gave up resistance.

"Why don't you keep shooting."

Dean changed the question, "What friends does Peter have?"

The three big men looked at each other,
"There's a freak boy from the lower grades who likes to take pictures, whose name isn't clear."

"A freak who likes to take pictures..." The image of Jonathan Byers instantly appeared in Dean's mind, "Yes, Jonathan mentioned that one of his friends had an accident, so this is right, let's ask him first Make it clear!"

……

Dean retracted the gun,

"That's it for today, I'll visit again next time."

"Come again?" The bearded face turned black, and he almost couldn't help but kowtow, "Please forgive us, God witnesses, we have nothing to do with Peter's illness!"

"There is no need to discuss! And I warn you that today's matter is strictly confidential. If you dare to leak the secret, or if you dare to continue to bully other students in the future, the headline of the Hawkins Daily will definitely publish such a news——"

Dean jokingly said,

"Explosive news! There is a complicated love triangle between the three rising stars of the town middle school basketball team!"

The three depilated gorillas trembled at the same time and nodded with difficulty.

……

Dean drove to the shopping mall and caught Jonathan who was slapping a skinny girl in the same place, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.
"You have a soft spot for slim girls? Why don't you go on a date?"

"Ah! Dean? You startled me. Why are you here? You have something to do?"

"I'm done, I have a question for you," Dean asked, squatting beside him, "Do you know Peter Seymour?"

Jonathan's expression froze, he let go of the finger holding the shutter button, and nodded heavily, "Peter is my best friend except you."

"So you know him well, can you tell me?"

"Like me, I am out of gregarious, withdrawn, shy, and seem to be difficult to get in touch with, but in fact I am very kind and never have any intention of harming others..."

Jonathan's eyes softened,

"Peter is crazy about all kinds of strange creatures. I have seen books and picture books describing all kinds of monsters from his locker: vampires, werewolves, Frankensteins, wizards, ghosts, sirens, aliens... he He loves all kinds of monster movies and collects small objects around monsters... so the students regard him as a freak and stay away spontaneously."

Jonathan laughed to himself,
"I'm also a freak, so I became friends with him about everything."

"Then did he behave abnormally before the accident, or did he say anything strange to you?" Dean asked,

Jonathan obviously hesitated for a while, shook his head and changed the subject,
"Why did you suddenly ask him?"

Dean took a deep look at the other party, explained the previous situation, and expressed his inference.

Jonathan was just an ordinary student. After hearing this, his face turned pale and he looked surprised, but he shook his head firmly, "There are some disgusting big guys in school, but they have muscles in their brains, they don't have that IQ, and they don't have such a vicious heart. Peter."

"It's even more impossible for Maggie to be rejected. Maggie is a gentle and kind girl, one of the rare girls who doesn't discriminate against weirdos like us."

Dean rubbed his chin, "Did Peter have contact with any special people outside the school before he fell into a coma?"

Jonathan scratched his messy bangs, shook his head,

"He basically plays with me in normal times. Since the summer vacation, I've been taking pictures in shopping malls and working part-time. He's going to the library and movie theaters, and the contacts are ordinary conductors and shop assistants."

"Have you been anywhere else?"

Jonathan rubbed his eyebrows and recalled for a while, his eyes lit up,
"Yes, he went to a magic show once, which was the solo exhibition of the sexy female magician Monica in the movie theater wall poster."

Dean instantly noticed that the investigation progress had jumped by 12.00% to [-]%. "Tell me about the magic show in detail."

"I'm sorry, because Monica's dress is too revealing and sexy, and those who are not full are prohibited from buying tickets. I didn't go there at that time. I only heard Peter chatting for a while. I was overwhelmed and broke my throat..."

"Peter was very happy talking about magic, it was the kind of smile from the heart."

"Take me to meet Monica." Dean put his arm around Jonathan's shoulder,

"Why? Do you think she hurt Peter?" Jonathan looked disbelieving,
"You think too much..." Dean mused, "I'm just talking to her face to face, she might know something."

"It's too late. She has been away from Hawkins for a while." Jonathan thought, "But the venue where she held the magic show is a movie theater. Maybe you can ask the theater manager..."

After the words fell, Dean got up and left.

"Wait for me, buddy." Jonathan looked at the thin and handsome girl in the distance reluctantly, got up and walked side by side with Dean, "I also want to do something for Peter!"

(End of this chapter)