Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 16 16. Tym the Tramp

"Let's go with peace of mind, brother, Tangya and I will be optimistic about Dean in the next six months."

The giant-like Jacob put his arms around the boy's shoulders, and stood on the side of the road outside the courtyard with Tang Ya, and waved at the big Indian man in a black leather jacket on the motorcycle. Abandon.

For Dean, in just a few days, his uncle has really helped him a lot, including living supplies, psychological guidance, and especially in combat training. If he stays for a while, he can enjoy the pain every night Happy fighting to increase speed.

It's worth mentioning that after fighting was upgraded last night, the efficiency of the upgrade plummeted. Practicing with Paqui all-out, he could only gain 1 point of proficiency in an hour...

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"Boy, don't forget my words." Pacqui, who was straddling the motorcycle, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Don't be a shrinking turtle who is bullied."

"Need money to Jacob."

"Don't miss the wrestling training, wait for me to come back and check."

"If you don't train hard, don't blame me for beating you all over the place!"

"gone!"

"Take care, Paque!" Dean yelled, waving at him.

boom -

Paque put on his helmet, turned the handlebars, and the exhaust pipe made a loud roar, and then the whole motorcycle rushed out like an arrow off the string, and disappeared at the end of the block in the blink of an eye.

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"Son, don't be sad." Tang Ya said lovingly, "Go to aunt's house and taste the freshly baked apple pie."

"Don't torture this kid with sweets. Shall we have another barbecue tonight?" Jacob rubbed Dean's short, short hair with his thick hands,
Dean was thinking about how to refuse, when a black pickup suddenly drove up from the other side of the long street, and waved him with a hand out of the window.

"My friend is here. I made an appointment with him to go out to play today, and he will come very late. Don't worry about me!"

……

"I had a good rest last night." Rust glanced at his friend's face, turned the steering wheel, and the car turned around slowly, "What should I say now?"

"This Saturday, Barca Disco is also open during the day, I want to go to see it again."

"Yeah. By the way, Dean, who do you think I saw on the road just now?" Rust stared straight ahead, showing a slight envy on the side of his face,

Seeing this, Dean immediately had an idea in his mind.
"I remember you saying there was a birthday party at Mon Carlo Hilltop this weekend... it was Bob's folks."

"Nothing can be hidden from you. A dozen bastards from the baseball team led a group of cheerleading girls, and sat in Bob's red Ferrari... Tsk tsk, they went to the city center like a holiday, and there is probably going to be a big fight Purchasing, another sleepless night at his villa tonight."

"You can go if you want, man," said Dean sincerely. "I can handle this side alone."

Ruster shook his head.
"Have you forgotten, we are a duo of detectives, the best partners, we advance together and retreat together, let Bob go to hell! Think about how to enter the ballroom and get the surveillance video!"

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It was about nine o'clock in the morning when the two arrived at the long street.

During the day, the door of Balka Disco was open, and the bodyguards at the door were still the same black and white ghosts as last night.

"Why don't you get a fake driver's license of sufficient age first?" Rust suggested with a big brain,

Dean immediately vetoed,

"There's no need to make it so complicated. When there are guests in the ballroom, let's bribe him first, let him enter the ballroom and open the back door, and let us sneak in."

So the two waited across the road, because there were very few customers during the day, and they ate wasabi salmon sushi prepared by Ruster's mother.

"Rust, Grace is really just a hotel lobby manager?" Dean doesn't like raw food, but he can't refuse his friend's hospitality, so he reluctantly ate a piece. Do the kids from rich families usually want extravagance?”

"Well... Grace does a good job, she works overtime every day, and the big boss of the hotel often gives her bonuses... Well..." Luster chewed with enjoyment, his eyes narrowed into half moons, "Besides, my dad's pension is still left. Next? In short, don't be polite to me."

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The two of them observed furtively, and at some point moved their noses at the same time.

Dean looked up.

A ragged homeless man was walking slowly across the road.

He is of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with a full beard, no one can tell how old he is, and he is munching on a hot dog, when a sudden gust of wind blows his tattered khaki coat, black hair sticking into clumps, and unkempt His beard shook violently.

All of a sudden, the smell of sweat from not bathing for a long time, and the smell of fermented food residues on his hair came from him.

Dean wrinkled his nose, and quietly tensed his body to stand in front of Rust.

"Good morning, both of you, don't be nervous, I'm Taim, I'm not malicious. I've observed you for a long time, you want to enter Barca Disco, but you are not old enough, right? I can help you in!"

The homeless man clarified his intentions with a hoarse, magnetic voice comparable to that of a bass. Next to the black blindfold, the one eye slowly swept across the two of them, with a frighteningly bright light, as if it could see through their hearts.

Dean became a little nervous for no reason.

"You, help us get in?" Rust looked the sloppy homeless man up and down, with a face full of resistance, "You drunkard, you don't even have decent clothes, the bodyguard will let you in?"

Are you afraid that you will be kicked out directly?

"Haha, rich people spend money, and tramps have their own exclusive secret recipes for tramps, and that's what I make of it." Old Tim grinned, his thick black beard and one-eyed eyes made his smile look sinister and sinister .

Dean looked carefully and confirmed that this guy was the beggar lying next to the trash can last night,
"Well, old Tim, there's no such thing as a free lunch, what do you want, we're just ordinary students with no money."

"Old Taim's request is very simple. After entering, you invite me to drink a glass of whiskey, a glass of rum, a glass of vodka... and dance a good disco with Old Taim. The total cost will not cost twenty dollars."

"It's that simple?" Dean and Ruster exchanged glances, with question marks all over their faces.

A strange homeless man suddenly came over to make friends with them.

No one can accept it immediately.

"I'll just earn some wine and drink, and you won't lose if you don't get in! If you really don't want to, I'll leave immediately!"

Tam saw their concern and shrugged casually.

Dean rubbed his fists and warned,
"Dude, if you look at our young age and make fun of us, then my fist will not spare you!"

"I know the boss of the motorcycle gang," Luster also said harshly with a tender face, "Dare to lie, don't even think about messing around in Vegas in the future!"

"Two, don't be so grumpy, I can't take a few punches with my old bones, but old Tim never cheats, especially warm-hearted and good people like you. Follow me, whether it is true or not, you will naturally clear."

Taim said, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door of the ballroom. While walking, he hummed music, shook his shoulders, flicked his wrists, and stepped left and right, like dancing to disco to non-existent music.

Is this guy reliable?

Dean and Ruster exchanged a look.

He hesitated and followed.

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What happened next subverted Dean and Ruster's imagination.

The homeless man staggered to the door of the ballroom and whispered something to the two bodyguards, but they couldn't hear them clearly.

I saw the bodyguard standing there stupidly, staring at the street directly in front of him, and let the three of them enter the door as if he had been hit by a hold spell.

As soon as the light dimmed, the three of them entered the spacious hall through the stuffy red-carpeted corridor, and a strong air-conditioning blast rushed in. Dean felt as if he had entered winter all of a sudden, shivering all over his body.

He looked around, the center of the first floor was the dance floor, the left side was the bar full of wine cabinets, the bartender quietly wiped the wine bottles, and the right side were the tables, chairs and private rooms for relaxation.

In broad daylight, the business of the ballroom was bleak, and there were only six beautiful young men, three men and three women, dancing on the dance floor.

Dean guessed that it was a student of a certain dance department, and few people came to practice during the day.

The boys are all in black shirts and flared pants, and the girls are in tight vests and sexy short skirts showing long legs. To the music, they writhed one-on-one on the dance floor. Their postures are enchanting and dynamic, full of enthusiasm and vitality. .

The familiar disco is getting louder, and the sound echoes through the hall.

One way ticket
One way ticket to the blue
……

The spherical lights on the ceiling are constantly rotating, emitting colorful and eye-catching lights.

Reflecting the glistening sweat on the faces of the six people on the dance floor,
The two rookies, Dean and Last, looked confused.

In two lifetimes, Dean had never been in a ballroom. He thought it was too noisy and noisy.

But it was surprisingly good for the first time.

"Well, should I relax too?"

Last, who has always been conservative and timid, was attracted by the atmosphere, humming music and shaking his shoulders, his face full of excitement.

You can't go to Bob's to party at night, and a daytime disco would be nice.

"Don't be in a hurry to dance, you two." The homeless Tam beckoned to them from the bar beside the hall, and grinned at the bartender, "Rum, vodka, and whiskey each, they pay for it."

"It's the same three cups!"

Ruster sat down on Taim's left hand, and a strange blush flashed across his cheeks.

"Two glasses, I don't drink." Dean sat on his right hand, keeping his principles in mind.

The bartender glanced questioningly at the three faces—how did a slovenly beggar and two teenagers get in here.

Did the bouncer at the door fall asleep standing up?

But he is a bartender with professional ethics, and he honestly takes out the wine bottle from the wine cabinet behind him.

boo.

Acrobatic wrist flick the bottle three times.

Crash.

Pale yellow whiskey arrived in a full glass.

Tym snatched it away, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes contentedly.
"Hi'er...that's the taste...it's not enough to drink it a hundred times...how can a man not drink alcohol?" Old Tim looked at Dean regretfully, "without it, life will become dull."

Dean smiled, he didn't come to dance and drink, he was on business, so he warned,

"More people die each year from alcoholism and alcohol-related complications than..."

"Stop! Dean, this is a dance hall, a place to have fun, don't say those spoilers!" Ruster's eyes widened in displeasure, and he became emotional, "Can't we have a good time?"

"That's right, don't make us turn against you."

The homeless man raised his glass to the little man beside him, and Rust, like a bird that escaped from a cage, couldn't wait to raise his glass.

Grumpy Grumpy!

Swallow!

Alcohol irritates the throat!

puff!
Ruster instantly turned into a jet, and the whiskey rendered a dazzling waterfall in mid-air, spraying Tym all over his face.

Ruster's cheeks were flushed with shame and intoxication, and Tam didn't mind wiping the wine stains from his beard.

"Irritable boy, whiskey is like life, sip it slowly to let it exude a unique flavor in your mouth, and to appreciate its splendor."

Dean shook his head upon seeing this.

"Let's talk first... I'm going to do something."

In the northwest corner of the ballroom, the stairs lead to the dark second floor. Not surprisingly, the monitoring room is on it.

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(End of this chapter)