Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 2 2. Unfriendly beginning

The golden morning light is like fine sand, covering the gray roofs with tulle.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Amidst the ringing bell, a pair of old bicycles quickly passed the road between the two-story western-style buildings.

Dean wore a gray and white scarf around his neck to cover strangle marks, carried a shoulder bag, still dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, and pedaled hard.

He was so excited last night that he had a rare insomnia, and there were two eye-catching dark circles on his face.

But he was already full of ambitions, and he started to flex his muscles from where he studied.

Well, first of all, he has to ride a bicycle for an hour honestly.

……

Dean buried himself in riding through the winding downhill slopes among the dry mountains and forests, and entered the outskirts of Las Vegas, along the main road that can't be seen at a glance, heading north all the way, enjoying the scenery along the way.

Las Vegas is located on the edge of the Nevada desert, and the climate is arid. In May, the daytime temperature has reached [-] degrees, but the night is so cold that people shiver. From the perspective of climate conditions, it is really not a livable place.

However, the huge tax revenue brought by the gambling industry has made every corner of Las Vegas beautiful. There are lush grass behind barbed wire everywhere on the roadside, and golf carts carrying guests move leisurely in the lawn.

Farther away from the golf course, the clear water is shimmering, and the birds are chirping and singing on the branches. This is the best bird watching spot in Las Vegas.

Dean took a deep breath and spread his hands on the bike,
Las Vegas!
"I am coming!"

……

"One way ticket one way ticket!"

thump... thump... thump

"one way ticket one way ticket to the blue!"

thump... thump... thump

A burst of penetrating dynamic music came from behind, interrupting his reverie.

A red convertible sports car turned out of the small road on the left with lightning speed.

Dean couldn't recognize what kind of car it was, but he was sure that it would cost a fortune to have such a beautiful shape.

A man with a toad mirror covering half of his face is sitting in the driver's seat of a sports car, and a white man and a black man in a blue baseball shirt and a baseball cap are standing on the back seat. The black man is carrying a metallic radio on his shoulder, playing a shocking Toxic melody.

They catered to the music and howled ghosts and wolves.

Dean glanced at the young faces under the baseball cap, feeling inexplicably familiar,
But who are they?

Dean couldn't remember.

But the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably twice, showing a hint of horror.

Feelings of fear surged up like a flood.

"Hey!"

The man in the baseball shirt in the car noticed the dazed Dean on the side of the road, put down the radio on his shoulder, stuck out his tongue at him contemptuously, raised two middle fingers, and shook the non-existent braid at the back of his head.

"Destroy that barbarian, chingchong!"

After throwing down these words cleanly, the three people in the car laughed, and the car sped away.

ching chong?What's the meaning?
Dean froze for a moment, and the memory left deep in his body quickly made him understand the special meaning in these two words.

How dare you discriminate against me?

"Go to hell! White garbage, your mouth is so smelly, are you full of food in the toilet?!"

Dean raised his middle finger at the car exhaust, and saw the most striking central number on the rear license plate in a blink of an eye—BOL·620502
He suddenly found that the system jumped, and the investigation progress jumped from 5% to 6%.

Anger turned to doubt,
"I scolded a few idiots, and the investigation has somehow progressed?"

This is not just dozing off and sending pillows.

Dean got on his bicycle and chased after him. He wanted to seize this clue!

……

It was almost eight o'clock when Dean got there.

On the outside of the high marble wall with the words "Nevada state high school" written in colorful fonts, the three tall buildings, the wide square, and the lush green make Dean seem to have regained his vitality.

No, he is now.

A little closer, the parking lot was full of bicycles and some cars: Toyota Corolla, Plymouth Horizon, Dodge Omni, Chevrolet, and some eye-catching Ferrari sports cars, including the red convertible that Dean had met before, but the three men in baseball shirts were nowhere to be seen.

Dean looked around the bustling crowd in front of him. More than two-thirds of the students were white, and blacks and Latinos accounted for the remaining half. Among the hundreds of people, there were only a dozen or so Asian faces like Dean. .

They walked on the marble path behind the iron gate, or sat on the lawn beside the road and chatted. Some of the girls pointed at Dean and laughed sharply.

Dean frowned and continued to observe.

The dress of this group of people is quite novel, bold and full of personal style.

Part of the hair was combed to look like an adult, fluffy and soft after perming.

Some leather jackets are tight T, with a pair of fit jeans, there are colorful leather jackets, chic windbreakers, jackets of various colors, gothic style black and red dresses, fashionable flared pants with shiny Martin boots, short skirts and The little vest dazzled him, this place didn't look like a place for further study, but rather like an open-air plaza where a grand party was about to be held.

Many boys and girls have their ears pierced, like artists, with long hair over their necks, and some even wear nose rings, revealing arms with large tattoos, like street gangsters.

A couple is kissing like no one else on the side of the road, and others are not surprised by it.

Dean sighed,

"As expected of a public school in a beautiful country, even if all kinds of technical schools of the Celestial Dynasty are dancing with demons 40 years later, they will not be as open as here."

On the steps at the entrance of the building stood an Asian girl, wearing orange hot pants and a sleeveless tank top, showing slender legs and a toned figure.

The complexion showed a reddish black luster that is often exposed to the sun, which is very healthy.

The appearance is also very sweet, not like the small eyes of the Koreans, nor the high cheekbones and harsh lips of the Japanese.

Dean felt that she was a Chinese girl who just happened to have a messy memory and needed a guide.

People from the Celestial Dynasty should not lie to people from the Celestial Dynasty, right?
……

"Hi, excuse me, do you know the owner of that red sports car?"

The girl on the steps was stunned, spit out the gum in her mouth and blew a bubble, and then looked at Dean from top to bottom in surprise. She was wearing jeans and sweating, but she wrapped it around her neck not too hot. wearing a scarf.

The girl's sweet face showed an expression of impatience and disgust,

"Where are your eyes looking? Country bumpkins, bumpkins, don't bother me!"

She rudely bumped away from Dean, ran to the school gate and took a strong white boy by the arm, changed her face from anger to joy, and walked in with him, talking and laughing, without even looking this way .

Bump?
I look scary and I'm not liked by women?
He thought of his previous experience again.

"Isn't this group of people too unfriendly?"

Dean looked at the cold eyes from the crowd from time to time, and suddenly had a glimmer of inspiration. The self-destruction of his predecessor must be related to this harsh living environment.

People of color and blood are not accepted by the mainstream society, and young people are sensitive and fragile. They have suffered from all kinds of cold eyes for a long time, and they may not think about it for a while under impulse.

this idea together.

The progress of the investigation suddenly jumped forward by one bar, from six percent to ten percent.

"Is this the system's recognition of me? But it's only an increase of four percent."

This shows that the daily cold reception is far from enough to make the predecessor go to the last step.

"The predecessor Ken has experienced several particularly intense conflicts and incidents recently. Well, it may have something to do with the three baseball men with open hoods!"

……

"Dean, why are you wearing a scarf, isn't it too hot?"

A lively voice interrupted Dean's thinking. As soon as he turned around, he saw a small man in a black hooded jacket standing under the steps. He was half a head shorter than Dean at less than 1.6 meters. Like a naive elementary school student, but his facial features are well-defined and handsome as marble sculptures.

"You are?" Dean subconsciously reached out and punched him.

"I didn't offend you, didn't I suddenly deny my brother? My name is Ruster Spencer, your future comrade in college, a hard-core brother, and I take Mr. Kadell's math class with you every semester , I often ask you about math problems."

"Haha, I'm joking, don't mind." Dean smiled and asked, "Anyone else in the league?"

"They haven't passed the IQ test, and they can't even memorize trigonometric functions, so they are not qualified to make friends with us!" Last shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Dean instantly understood that the reason why the two of them became friends was probably because they were marginal people, unpopular nerds!
"Dude, I have another question for you."

"Ok?"

"Whose is that red roadster parked in the lot?"

"The red roadster...wasn't it blue before? Did it get repainted?"

Ruster muttered to himself, and continued,
"Isn't this car always the car of Bob Lowe, the behind-the-scenes funder of the baseball team next door, the rich second generation, how could you not know?"

Ruster raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose, looked at his friend suspiciously, and suddenly felt that his temperament was a little different from before, not as wretched as usual?
"You're weird today, Dean, like a different person."

"You read it wrong."

"No, I'm sure, it can't be those bastards on the baseball team who beat you into amnesia, right?"

Bastard on the baseball team, beat me up?
What's the meaning? !

Dean's heart skipped a beat.

"Is this Bob Lowe a student?"

"How is it possible? He is in his 20s. He is essentially a gangster who does not do business. It's just that the family has too much money to spend, so he likes to come here to show off his wealth."

Ruster explained something and ran to the classroom,
"Don't be in a daze, class is about to start!"

(End of this chapter)