Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 17 17. Everything Back to the Origin

Dean trotted across the dance floor.

The neon lights illuminate his calm face, which is incompatible with the dynamic music and energetic dancers.

Dean had no idea what happened next.

A blond girl suddenly pushed away her dance partner, came to him with her long legs, blinked her big green eyes at him, and stretched out her hands towards him enthusiastically.

White skin.

The red lips smiled.

The graceful body dances to the music.

"Asian boys, don't you like dancing?"

One way ticket
One way ticket…

Disco is loud and surging.

How can Dean care about disco now?Bow your head and leave.

The girl grabbed his left hand and backed away.

Dean turned again, and the girl stood in front of him again.

Now
Only tear drops are all that I could see
Music activates cells like electricity.

Ooh
The girl flicked her hands neatly, followed by moving her feet back and forth, twisting her thighs, a scorching energy rushed to her face.

The fresh scent of shampoo entered his nose.

Ooh
Get one way ticket to the blue
Long sigh.

With the gentle melody, the girl's body moves beautifully like waves from neck to chest, abdomen, waist to thighs.

Dean stood still.

There was an exclamation on the dance floor.

"No wonder that kid doesn't drink, so he wants to date beautiful women! It's a pity that he is too reserved, like a wooden stick."

The tramp outside the court joked.

Gotta make a trip to lonely town
The tune is high pitched.

The girl supported her waist with her hands, raised her pointed chin, and quickly crossed her legs back and forth.

A warm and exaggerated smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.

Dean was thinking about how to deal with it.

A tall and thin young man suddenly rushed to block between the two,
"Enough, Lily, I made a mistake just now! You don't need to find a chink to stimulate me!"

The man grabbed the girl's snow-white wrist, turned around and gave Dean a vicious look, his handsome little white face was illuminated by the rotating light.

"Fake you ching chong! Get out, don't show yourself if you can't dance!"

Walter Fark, are you a funny man sent by God to give you experience?
It's obviously your stupid woman who came to provoke me!

Can't you stop for a while?

Dean's face darkened, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

The man didn't give up after the harsh words, and reached out to grab his collar.

Dean shook his left hand like a nervous reflex, and locked the man's wrist at once.Turning around, instinctively pulled his entire arm over his shoulder.

The back is pressed between his chest and abdomen.

Pull your hands forward and push your butt behind.

Like Paque fell over himself a hundred times.

The strength of the legs, waist, spine, and shoulders is instantly twisted together!
So smooth, throwing forward...

The weight touches the ground!

boom!
The smooth ground suddenly trembled.

The men and women in the ballroom were stunned, everything happened so suddenly, they couldn't react in time, and saw the Asian man turn around.

Flick your hand.

The companion who was shouting loudly just now was thrown two meters like a sandbag.

His back hit the ground hard.

"what!"

The man's face twisted and wailed.

The three women covered their mouths, screaming and exclaiming.

"go to hell!"

Seeing this, one of the unlucky ghost's male companions rushed forward from five meters away, aimed at Dean's side and kicked him.

He kicked into the air, and lost sight of his target——

He is too slow!

Dean quickly lowered his body and dived to avoid the kick. At the same time, he hugged the man's only standing right foot with both hands, and gave a forward force, hitting his chest and abdomen with his head.

Take him off the ground and sprint forward.

The man was like a dummy hit by a moving train, lost his balance, and was knocked out two meters without any resistance.

He didn't even have time to make a sound!

The huge force like the top of a mountain pinned him to the ground!

Click!

The instant pain made his eyes turn white and he lost his mobility.

"White trash!"

Dean made a gesture of slapping his armpit with disgust in his eyes, and suddenly let out a muffled groan.

The third man sneaks up from behind and throws a punch that hits Dean in the back of the neck.

But before he could be happy, Dean turned and elbowed him without looking back, hitting him in the side of the face.

The man's eyes darkened, and he took two steps back unsteadily.

Dean rushed forward, holding his arms with both hands and pressing down, while bending his right leg and pushing up!

puff!
Dean's knee joints hit his soft abdomen like a heavy hammer, and the man suddenly turned into a cooked prawn, his face swelled into a liver color, he curled up, and fell to the ground with his belly hugged.

In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.

Dean was thrilled.

After trying his skills for the first time, he really felt the strengthening of his body after his fighting skills improved.

Under normal circumstances, he would have no problem dealing with two or three ordinary people who have not received combat training.

But these three men were too weak, and all their defeats only provided him with a little proficiency.

"Go away, don't come here, we're going to call the police." The three beautiful girls shivered in fear and huddled together, looking at Dean as if they saw a vicious criminal, including the blonde beauty who had graciously provoked him before .

"Wow - Chinese kongfu!"

The old Tim in front of the bar gave him a thumbs up, and the bartender behind him lowered his head motionlessly, strangely, he seemed completely oblivious to the brief conflict in the ballroom.

And the blushing Rust opened his mouth wide with saliva, and applauded desperately!

Dean ignored it, turned around and rushed to the corner stairs, taking a few steps to the second floor.

There are several rooms exposed inside the corridor, but the doors are locked.

Only in the corner room, the door is ajar.

Dean moved to the crack of the door.

A bald, middle-aged, fat security guard in a black uniform was sitting on a swivel chair and sleeping soundly.

The two screens in front of him showed the empty street scene and the six people in the dance hall who helped their companions to leave.

Monitor!
Dean rolled his eyes, pushed open the door and walked in, cleared his throat, and made a request in a low voice without any doubt.

"Give me the surveillance video from the 19th of last month."

"what!"

The supervisor is here?

The dozing fat security guard was stunned by the sudden attack. He shuddered, sat up straight, and said in a daze without turning his head,

"There are no surveillance records from the last month. Have you forgotten that the storage space of the device is limited, and only 72 hours of surveillance video can be kept at most."

"What? Only three days!"

Dean's face was ugly.

Uncle was really right. Surveillance equipment is too outdated in this era, and it is impossible to have surveillance video from half a month ago.

This also means that Dean has spent so much energy, but in the end it was all in vain?

Dean thumped his forehead violently, feeling deeply unwilling, and then left the monitoring room.

boom!
The door slammed shut.

The fat security guard glanced at the monitor screen, and suddenly realized that the person who entered the room for questioning was not the supervisor, but a strange young Asian.
"Madja Fake, where did you come from the insanity!"

……

When Dean returned to the ballroom, the six young men and women had disappeared without a trace.

And the homeless man is dancing lyrical disco in the middle of the ballroom, slowly moving his knees, and rubbing his scalp from front to back with his left and right hands alternately, like waxing his hair.

Flush-faced Rust flailed wildly and haphazardly on the back of his ass, doing a funny messy dance, like a baby orangutan without a bone.

"Hey, young man, the wine is over, it's time to dance, come and be happy!"

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood!" Dean shook his head and patted Ruster's cheek, "Dude, wake up, it's time to go."

"Ah?!" Lust woke up like a dream, holding Dean's hands in a drunken way, and kept shaking his head, "I seem to be poisoned, alcohol has burned my brain, I can't stop, let me dance again a little while."

"Last, I didn't find the surveillance video, we should go!"

"Please, let me dance a little longer."

"Be happy, what exactly are you looking for?" Taim pressed the back of his hands to his chest, "Tell me, in case I can help you?"

The tramp's one eye suddenly became clear, and he was not even half drunk. He slowly pushed his right hand towards Dean,

Dean's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clapped the hand he extended,
"How long have you lived near Barca Disco?"

"Move your butt, twist with me, be happy, and smile!"

Dean had no choice but to squeeze out an ugly smile, imitating the movements of the tramp, and the three of them formed a circle in the center of the dance floor, spinning with the music, and danced the tepid old disco.

"That's right! I've lived here for a few months. Picking up trash during the day, drinking and dancing at night, don't mention how chic and happy life is."

"Okay, Mr. Tym," Dean shook off Ruster's hand on his shoulder, "more than half a month ago, around ten o'clock on the night of April No. 14, did you see a girl, Eighteen or nineteen years old, black hair, height about... She left the Raymond House on this street, and she should pass by this dance hall. There is a portrait in the car, and I will go get it right away!"

"No need, I remember her!"

Tym suddenly smiled mysteriously, showing a mouthful of yellow and rotten teeth,

"No impression? I've expected it," Dean just sighed, and then he felt a shock all over his body, as if a bucket of cold water was poured from his celestial cap, and he suddenly became full of energy.

"Huh? Wait, you said you saw her!"

"Old Tim has a surprisingly good memory since he was a child. Everything I see, hear, and smell will stay here forever and firmly."

His black fingernails nod his thick tangled hair,

"I can take them out again whenever I want."

Dean frowned, isn't this guy just kidding me?

"You're not kidding? You have the ability?"

"It's normal for young people not to know. There is such a small group of special people, only one in 10 people is born, and they are different from birth..."

He was suddenly uncharacteristically speaking, and he spoke inscrutablely. His voice was loud and full of magnetism, cadenced and ups and downs, and the wise words that seemed to contain magical power echoed repeatedly in Dean's mind.

All living beings.

Some people are born different.

Taim's voice actually suppressed the boiling sound waves.

At this moment, Dean felt very strange.

The changing lights in the ballroom gradually moved away from him,
Time seemed to pause.

Together with the surrounding air, it becomes thick and sluggish.

Difficulty breathing.

Plop plop.

The heart beat again and again, beating the eardrums, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

Am I drunk?

No, I didn't drink at all!
He shook his head vigorously, the surging sound waves drowned him again, and everything returned to normal.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, the eyes of his eyes overlapped with the one eye, and in an instant, he saw his own reflection in it.

Tym nodded at him and went on,
"I happen to be one of them, and it's maybe a talent that becomes more proficient with age."

"Talent? You have a photographic memory? Then how did you get so miserable? You have fallen to this point?" Dean asked,

Old Tim laughed, and retorted sharply in his eyes,

"Why do you think I'm miserable? Open your eyes and take a good look..." He spread his hands, turned around and looked around, as if he was standing in the center of the stage where everyone was watching, with countless lights hitting him, he became a ballroom "I don't need to work, I don't need to look at people's faces to be happy. I come here alone. I have had enough fun and go as I like. Think about it, I am obviously better than many people who work all day and night. Ordinary people are happier and freer than billionaires who worry about what to eat and which woman to sleep with every day!"

"You're right..." Dean's face froze for a moment, and he decided not to argue with this neurotic tramp, so as not to lose his mind, he asked eagerly, "Back to Mona! She left alone at the time Did you notice anything unusual? Who did she have a quarrel or conflict with? Or is someone following her?"

da da la...

The homeless man suddenly hummed a few weird notes, raised his hands with his back to Dean, and slowly twisted his neck, shoulders, and lumbar spine. The colorful lights hit his back, and he was like a poisonous snake wriggling in the shadows.

"Okay, the law of convergence, in order to thank you for the selfless five dollars you gave me last night, I will tell you the answer. But boy, from now on, we are settled, and I don't owe you anything."

Cleared up?
There was an indescribable sense of loss and emptiness in Dean's chest, as if he had used up some vital and precious opportunity.

"Del!"

Tym snapped his fingers suddenly and firmly attracted Dean's attention, but what Tym said next made his heart tighten, and his energy returned to his eyes.

"When Mona passed by the disco, a car followed her slowly."

"What car?"

"A blue Ferrari 308 GTS Roadster..."

Tym's one eye stared deeply at the direction of the ballroom door, as if a wonderful story was written in the void,

"I couldn't see the owner's face clearly, but I saw its license plate—BOL·620502...Old Tim felt that if that girl had an accident, she must have something to do with the owner of the car."

On the dance floor, Dean's writhing body stopped and his mouth opened wide. He felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Blue Ferrari convertible sports car, I seem to have seen it somewhere?
where is it?

Roadster.

Dean's memory suddenly flashed back to the second day of crossing, on the way to school.

Playing dynamic disco, whizzing cars, and a few words of chingchong that are still fresh in my memory.

His expression changed——

Bob Lowe had a roadster.

Is it him?

Dean held his breath for a moment, intense anger and pain choked his heart.

No, not right!

He shook his head nervously.

Bob Lowe's car is red, not blue!

There are countless rich people in Las Vegas, and there are also many Ferraris. Maybe it's just a coincidence?
"A blue convertible sports car?" Luster, who was shaking his hair and was drunk, made a strange posture when he heard the conversation, separated his feet, lowered his waist, and looked back from his crotch.

"Hicc... Bully Bob Lowe coming to the dance?"

He blushed and asked Dean with a silly expression.

"Be serious! Isn't Bob's car red?" Dean grabbed his neck and straightened him into a normal posture.

"That Ferrari...hiccup...didn't I say it used to be blue...it was red recently."

"H-his license plate number, do you remember?" Dean's voice trembled.
"Amnesia? Didn't you mention it just now? Why do you want me to repeat it?" Rust said word by word with his tongue out, "BOL·620502, do you remember it?"

After Ruster's words fell, Dean felt the system startled, and the investigation progress skyrocketed from 30.00% to 50.00%.

So, it was Bob Lowe who stalked and took Mona!

Dean gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Bob Lowe.

Son of a bitch!
No wonder you keep torturing and beating me.

No wonder you warned me not to harass theater staff.

No wonder you let me die!

You are afraid!

You are afraid that I will find out some evidence!
What did you do to Mona? !

Rage and fear, the emotions left over from the past, hit Dean's psychological defense like a tsunami.

What I was looking for so hard is always by my side.

He felt a landslide, a suffocating dizziness.

In the description of the "Find Mona" event, the difficulty that was originally unknown began to change drastically, from hard, medium, easy, and repeated.

But Dean had no time to take care of it, and whispered to himself,

"Where's Bob Lowe? Yes, he's at Mon Carlo Hilltop. He's having a birthday party."

"Mona, wait for me, I'm here to save you!"

Dean grabbed Ruster's hand and rushed to the exit of the ballroom.

"Dean, you look so ugly, are you sick? Wait, where are you taking me, slow down!"

……

"Some people are born different, and some people grow up different."

"This is fate."

The homeless man smiled and looked at the two people who were going away, and rubbed the intact eye, and there was a strange black bloodshot around the eye socket.

He held up a glass of whiskey to wash away the blood, closed his eyes and comfortably followed the disco music, writhing in the empty dance hall and under the rotating lights, his back was vast and lonely.

(End of this chapter)