Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 170 170. Catherine, an important clue
Dean continued to inquire about Teri Ives, monitored the movements of the Sulian people and the Hawkins laboratory, and waited until the day when he had a reunion with his uncle and girlfriend.

Weekends, Horadick mall, Mexican restaurants.

The sunlight through the glass windows shines on the red and green and fragrant delicacies on the table: burritos, cheese tortillas, seafood rice, chicken and corn red and white soup...

Just at the dining table, an Asian lady in a beige women's suit skirt warmly gave Dean a hug,
"Paqui has mentioned you many times, and I finally met you today, handsome young man." Kelly Chen smiled enthusiastically with eight teeth showing.She is not very beautiful, with big eyes and thick lips, but she is cheerful and generous, with a plump figure, and her skin is ruddy and shiny, and she looks very healthy
"He has also emphasized to me countless times that you are the most confident, sexy, wise and wise lady in the world." Dean also risked his face for the major events in his uncle's life, "He can get a girlfriend like you. It must be the blessing of the spirit of the ancestors."

Kelly was overjoyed by the praise, and seeing Dean's eyes became more affectionate, she reached out to help him straighten his neckline, pulled him to sit down, and asked attentively,
"You just graduated from high school this year, do you have a girlfriend? Let me introduce you to one, the daughter of the music teacher at Hawkins Middle School. She is beautiful and gentle. She just graduated from high school. How about I arrange for you to meet tomorrow?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have any plans for now."

Dean declined with a smile, grabbed a piece of tortilla and stuffed it into his mouth. His curious eyes swept over Paque's big rough face and Kelly's intellectual face.
"How about talking about your acquaintance experience, why did you choose an outside restaurant, this kind of gathering is usually not at home, I wanted to see 100% of Paque's cooking skills."

"Haha, Kelly and I met at this Mexican restaurant for the first time." Paque put his arms around Kelly's shoulders, and the two smiled at each other, "It means a lot to us."

"You don't know how weird the scene was at that time..." Kelly said with a smile, "This guy was sitting at the table opposite me, and he kept peeking at me while eating, with a serious expression like a policeman watching prisoners, I thought there was a wanted criminal sitting next to me."

"Ahem, it's because you're so beautiful, I'm strongly attracted..." Paque sent compliments, "I almost choked."

"It's not almost, you were patronizing to look at me, choked on your meal, blushed and felt uncomfortable." Kelly said with lingering fear, "I was so exhausted that I helped you get the chicken burrito stuck in your throat come out."

Paque took a sip of the thick soup to hide his embarrassment.

"It's a beautiful woman saving a hero? Why didn't you tell me!" Dean looked at his uncle with a rough face jokingly,
"Don't talk nonsense, I fell in love with Kelly at first sight, so I reacted a little bit more violently." Paque made a warning expression, "Don't reveal what happened today to Jacob and Andre..."

"Isn't this interesting? Professional bodyguards who have experienced countless fierce gun battles almost choked to death on the dinner table." Dean laughed and swallowed a chicken leg. "Speaking out will definitely make Jacob and the others happy." Happy."

"you dare."

"Do you want to go back to wrestling?"

Kelly looked at the bickering uncle and nephew with a smile, and took over the conversation, "After that time, Paque went to Hawkins Middle School to block the door, and insisted on treating me to a meal to thank me. Come... who told me to soften my heart."

Paque immediately held her right hand, and Kelly also looked over, with tenderness in his eyes.

……

Laughter continued throughout the meal, and Dean, as a perfect listener and supporter, successfully brought the relationship between uncle and Kelly to the surface.

"Then let's go to the movies... Next time you come to my house as a guest, try my handicraft." Kelly took Paqui's arm and waved goodbye to Dean,

"Have fun!" Dean gave a congratulatory mouth to the blushing Paque, watched the incomparably right figure go away, thinking, "There may be a wedding in a few months, I You have to prepare a big red envelope in advance."

……

Leaving the restaurant, Dean was going to continue to walk around the mall to replenish the emergency food reserves that were about to run out in the fantasy space.

As a result, when I walked to the familiar ice cream counter, I heard a commotion. I saw a tall man with shirtless arms and a turban pressing another skinny black-haired man on the ground and slapped him insultingly.

"Stop! Don't hit me, if you hit me again, call the police!"

Catherine anxiously stretched out her hand to pick up the violent man, but was pushed away. At the same time, another blushing man stood in front of her, frivolously took off her navy cap, touched her soft blonde hair again, mouth full of wine smile angrily,
"Beautiful lady, you can't distinguish between right and wrong. It was obviously this guy who was rude to us first, so we fought back in self-defense. He deserves to be beaten. But for your sake, as long as you have the face to accept our date, we will let it go." He's a size."

The woman's face became ugly,
"What's the matter, Catherine?"

"Dean, help me, these two guys are drinking too much and making trouble."

"OK."

"Where did the Indians come from? He really thinks of himself as a superman... Uh..." The drunk man rushed over to grab Dean's collar violently, and then his eyes blurred, his wrists were pinched by steel pliers, and his whole body couldn't help but Bend down with strength.

"It hurts! Let go, let go!" Dean roughly pushed him behind another man who was obsessed with slapping, and twisted and pressed his hands casually. The two drunk men fell to their knees and screamed with their wrists clasped behind them.

Dean continued to exert force on his hands, pressing their cheeks against the cold ground,

"Give me a good sobriety!"

Catherine glanced at Dean with gratitude and surprise, and quickly helped another man at the counter who had been beaten with red face and slap marks, and asked with concern, "Sir, are you all right, I'll take you to the hospital?"

The man was obviously stunned, and it took a while for his blurred eyes to return to normal, but when he saw Catherine in front of him clearly, a trace of shame flashed across his face, and he hurriedly got up and ran away, no matter how the woman shouted behind him, he would not stop.

"What's the situation, do you know him?" Dean looked at the man's limping back and asked,
"I have a little impression, I seem to have seen it before, but I don't remember the name." Catherine's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, "These two drunks have been harassing me at the counter before, and the gentleman couldn't stand it and stood up. But what did he say?" Leave without saying anything?"

The two didn't want to understand.

But a short time later, Sheriff Hope, wearing a cowboy hat, arrived late, questioned witnesses in the mall, handcuffed two drunks, poked their noses and started spitting,

"Marin, Cheryl, how many times is it the first time? After drinking too much wine, you start messing around. You spoiled Karin's dog before, and now you are harassing the lady. Do you want to be stronger next time?"

"Don't wait for the next time, we already had some fun," the tall and thin drunk man joked at the sheriff with a mouth full of foul-smelling vomit, obviously not yet awake, "When we left your house just now, your wife Looks more tired than us."

"Fa Ke! Dare to attack the police!"

Hope threw an uppercut violently, causing the man to curl up like boiled shrimp. He didn't think it was enough, so he fought two drunk men in front of a group of customers in the mall, with uppercuts, knee bumps, Dean's eyelids twitched as he couldn't see far away. Is the rural sheriff so aggressive in enforcing the law?
Catherine was also terrified, then brushed her hair and smiled at Dean.

"Thanks, I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you just now."

"It's okay, I'm just exercising my muscles and bones. If you have this kind of trouble, call me again." Dean looked at Catherine's face casually. Just now, there was a burst of sweat, and the smooth and delicate skin was stained with a touch of blush, and the sweat ran down the dense Her blond hair flowed to the undulating curves under the sea soul shirt, and her whole person was like a delicate rose.

No wonder two drunks couldn't help it.

"How should I thank you?"

"Give me some ice cream, vanilla."

The two sat at the ice cream counter, enjoying the performance of the sheriff teaching the criminals, and chatted,
"Next time you come again, I shouldn't do it here." Catherine also took a sip of the strawberry ice cream,
"What do you mean?"

"I got a new job, editor and reporter at the Hawkins Daily."

"Congratulations, I knew your talent would not be buried, and sooner or later you will become the boss of a newspaper."

"Heck, I hope so. By the way, next weekend, the day before the newspaper office goes to work, I plan to invite a few friends to dinner. Are you coming?" Catherine warmly invited, "I don't know many friends in Hawkins, you are one of them." .”

"no problem."

"Then just to thank you for your help and support, if you encounter troubles in the future, just come to this reporter." Catherine looked at the other party's indifferent expression, and patted the towering chest, "Don't believe me? You know, what we do , not only good expression skills, keen observation and analysis skills, but also extraordinary memory, if you talk about a difficulty now, maybe I can help you solve it right away."

Dean hesitated for a moment, and said with the attitude of treating a dead horse like a living horse doctor,
"Then you have to keep it secret for me first."

"It's mysterious, then I swear."

"I'm looking for someone recently," Dean whispered close to her ear, "Teri Ives, a middle-aged woman in her 40s, with long dark blonde hair..."

Catherine thought for a while, then nodded with a tense face,

"I have an impression."

"It's okay if you don't know each other. Wait a minute, you say you have an impression?" Dean was surprised. Even the FBI couldn't find any clues, but this ice cream lady actually knew her.

"When I was in Las Vegas, I read every single one of the most influential newspapers in the past few decades for work. I am 100% sure that this lady Teri Ives once appeared in In several of the newspapers, but I can’t remember the specific reports.”

Catherine looked into Dean's eyes,
"I suggest you look for the New York Times and the Washington Post within 20 years."

The system shook.

Dean discovered that the long-term event that has not changed for thousands of years-blood relationship, the progress has jumped from [-]% to [-]%!

"The Times and the Post within 20 years, there must be thousands of copies?" Dean asked excitedly, "Do you know anyone from these two newspapers, can you contact me."

"I'm sorry, I used to be just a small reporter. I was so soft-spoken that I couldn't talk to people from big newspapers." Catherine changed her voice, "But there is a stupid way, you can try to ask the local government unit , they may have been subscribing to the Times and the Post.”

"Be specific."

Catherine turned her eyes to the distance and finally finished venting. Hope, who was panting like a bear,
"Ask our Sheriff at the Hawkins Police Department."

"Catherine, you have been a great help to me!"

The woman smiled with satisfaction, "Then please remember, don't miss the next dinner."

Dean nodded, exchanged phone numbers with Catherine, and left a paging number to find Hope.

The latter smiled at him, and patted his shoulder with a generous palm,
"You were still too light in the beginning, and you didn't let them learn a lesson. They don't have a long memory at all. How can they join our police station to learn?"

"I have other business." Dean repeated Catherine's flower,
"Are you serious?"

"I can't lie to you? Where can I find these two newspapers?"

"Let's send the prisoner back to the police station first, and I'll take you to the town library to look for it together. There should be miniatures of large newspapers."

"What are microfilms?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

(End of this chapter)