Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 38 38. Tears in Heaven
The sun was setting and night was falling.

Dean and his party drove in from the south side of the strip.

Along the way are luxurious resort hotels with their own characteristics and strange shapes.

Rockwell Hotel is one of them, and it looks like a black and white flagon from World War II from a distance.

Dean got off at the Axiang Sichuan Restaurant opposite the hotel, looked at the building across the road, and counted the floors.

On the top floor of the 20th floor, several rooms were already lit.

He nodded and walked into the Sichuan restaurant. The hall was full of customers, most of whom were oriental faces who had just got off work from Chinatown. Between the wine glasses, the spicy aroma filled the air.Well, this Chinese restaurant has a liquor license.

Dean chose a private room with more privacy.

"Nourishing chicken soup, spicy chicken diced, spicy sausage, mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, double-cooked pork, fish-flavored shredded pork..." Dean took the exclusive menu in the hands of the Chinese apron sister with a friendly smile on his face, and ordered it in one breath There are more than a dozen famous Sichuan dishes, and it is rare to eat expensive hometown dishes, so it is natural to have a good time.

But every time the name of the dish was announced, the corners of Lust's mouth twitched, his face trembling with fear.

"Thai spicy!"

"Believe me, the ability to eat spicy food can be developed through exercise. When you get used to the spicy taste, you will enter a whole new world of gourmet food. There are endless treasures waiting for you to discover!"

"Nonsense! After eating with you last time, my mouth and butt felt like they were on fire, and I stayed up all night when I got home." Rust talked about the unbearable past, his face ashamed, "Gris almost Call me an ambulance, absolutely not this time!"

"I can't take spicy food." Britney said quickly.

"Dean... please do me a favor." Liam hurriedly begged for mercy, "Except for Caroline and you, none of us can stand the spicy taste."

Dean closed the exclusive menu with regret, and asked the eldest sister for a public menu,
"Then come orange chicken, kale beef tenderloin... Well, fish-flavored pork shreds, twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu are reserved... a spicy chicken diced is enough for your mouth. By the way, two more boxes of Budweiser."

"Didn't you never drink alcohol?" Last manipulated the chopsticks to pinch the air twice,

"I ordered it for you, so everyone can relax." Dean thoughtfully put a can of beer in front of everyone's chopsticks except himself, "By the way, Noah, Liam, why don't you bring your girlfriend along this time?" ?”

Liam's face darkened,
"Cynthia was not physically injured, but she was severely traumatized psychologically and became very sensitive. She was terrified of the slightest sign of trouble, and seeing a psychiatrist didn't help."

"The summer vacation is about to begin, and her family will let her stay at home to recuperate."

"Mary's situation is even worse." Noah sighed. "The barbecue party turned into a bloody massacre. She has a psychological shadow and locks herself in the house alone. She doesn't even dare to go to her father's barbecue restaurant."

The originally comfortable atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little sad.

A shooting has far-reaching consequences.

Dean remembered the reports he had read in his previous life.

Not all the survivors of the shootings returned to normal, and the severe ones could not get rid of the psychological shadow for a lifetime and became depressed.

"You guys are so unlucky." Robert took a sharp puff of his cigarette, exhaling blurred eye circles.

"Things are over, don't mention so many sad things at a happy party." Kadi picked up the teapot and filled it with steaming Sichuan special Laoyin tea.
At the same time, the waitress placed a plate of golden orange chicken in the center of the round table.

Pairs and pairs of chopsticks began to clumsily scramble for the sugar-coated chicken nuggets.

"Then say something happy." Dean frowned as he chewed the sweet and slightly spicy chicken, "During the hospitalization, I was in a panic, and talked to the injured classmates and their families...It's very pitiful, trapped I can't help myself in the sadness. I want to do something to help them vent their suppressed emotions and convey the thoughts of the deceased."

"And guess what? I got a little bit of inspiration, a new song."

puff!

The manager got a bite of chicken stuck in his throat, his face turned red, and he almost couldn't hold his breath.

"Are you kidding? You can find inspiration in a hospital. Is Elvis possessed?"

Liam, Katie, Noah, and Caroline looked over with green eyes like cats smelling fish.

"I'm not kidding, the song is in my head now, it hasn't been put on paper yet, but I've already thought of the name—"

Dean opened several cans of Budweiser pull rings with a puff, put them in front of everyone, and then smiled and said nothing.

Everyone was very kind, and they saluted him with beer. Robert drank half a can in one go, and the small eyes behind the thick glasses were full of longing.

"Well, this song is to commemorate the classmates, teachers, and their families who died in the Lake Mead beach shooting. I hope they are all well in heaven. I hope they can feel the longing from the world and be full of affection with their loved ones. tears. That’s why this song is called tears in heaven.”

"Tears in heaven?"

There was a moment of stagnation and silence at the dining table, and for a while, everyone could only hear the clash of dishes and chopsticks in the hall outside the box next door.

"A condensed poem." Caroline commented.

"Boy, how do you grow your brain? What a hype talent! The name alone gave me the urge to hear it!" Robert looked at Dean with fiery eyes, "At this critical moment, To launch a song commemorating the deceased, as long as it is of high quality and can move people, the Las Vegas government, LVPD, Nevada State High School, and all walks of life will spare no effort to support and promote it to appease the public’s anger.”

"This new song hasn't been released yet..." Liam took a sip of beer and praised, "But he has a huge advantage in innate conditions, and can easily attract the attention of Las Vegas people."

"Is this using the deceased to hype, really good?" Rust weakly objected.

"This is called commemorating the dead. Dean, do you want to hum a few words?" Britney put her hands on her chest and interrupted her boyfriend's speech mercilessly.

Dean raised his teacup, and the crowd followed him in raising their cans and clinking glasses.

The wine splashed everywhere, reflecting crystal light in the air.

"Got a guitar?" Dean looked around.

"Carty, get back in the car and fetch your dinner!" Robert roared.

Less than 5 minutes.

Dean had a yellow acoustic guitar in his arms. With the help of Carty, he adjusted the strings, took a deep breath, and played with his fingers.
"I'll just sing a few lines, meaning."

"Can you remember me, if we meet again in heaven."

The youthful voice and the sad melody contained magic power, instantly brought several listeners into the atmosphere, and quietly put down the chopsticks for picking up vegetables.

I must be strong, and carry on
Katie, Liam, and the boys frowned. Britney, who was the most sentimental, looked into the air in the distance, as if familiar faces appeared there.

Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven
……

1 minutes.

Dean put down his guitar and looked around.

Several audience members were as unresponsive as puppets.

Ruster stared blankly ahead with his mouth open,

Robert was holding the burnt cigarette butt in his mouth, his eyes blurred.

Liam crushed the beer can, the furrow in his forehead bulging.

Britney covered her face, shrugged her shoulders, and sobbed silently...

Is it so outrageous?Isn't it just a song?

"What do you think?"

"Not bad... It can mobilize sad emotions, I seem to hear my father who has been dead for a long time." Rust said sadly,
"Are you trying to see my jokes on purpose? Dean..." Britney wiped her wet, red face with a handkerchief, her expression relaxed from sadness, "You know I have several friends Gone forever, deliberately playing tricks on me with this sad melody. But does it feel better to cry?"

"Compared to your last song Amazing day," Robert commented professionally, "The feelings are sincere, without superfluous embellishments, but it can make the most tears. But with all due respect, this song is not like a song of your age. People can create it, of course I 100% believe that this is your original creation!"

"Also, it's not Good Morning Rock, it's blues transitioning to country, can the band sing?"

"Change the song and make it a little easier. Why can't we sing it? It's more gimmick to have it performed by our witnesses of the shooting incident!" Caroline gritted her teeth and fought,
"Sing it almost, let's sing it well. When we become famous for singing it, people will come to ask for it later." Carty chimed in.

"I have a strong suggestion," Robert looked at Dean, "strike while the iron is hot, record a DEMO within a week, contact the distribution company, and then sing at the memorial service held by your high school on the 1st of next month! One day later, it will be A lot of popularity has been lost in vain. Dean, if you agree, we can draw up a contract and discuss the specific details when we go back."

"Leaving aside the contract, I have one condition. After this song is released, a part of the total income from the cassette, single... will be donated to the families of the victims of the Lake Mead disaster."

Dean said solemnly.

It is shameful to use the deceased to promote, but donating part of the proceeds to the family of the deceased is not a bad thing, right?

It can be regarded as making up for a little debt in his heart.

"Have you even thought of this? It's morally correct, people can't blame it, and it can be publicized for free," Robert said exaggeratedly, his small eyes widened, "This idea is worth at least a hundred thousand dollars!"

……

Everyone started a heated discussion around the new song, and even Ruster and Britney, two outsiders, joined in the debate and their faces were flushed.

On the contrary, Dean seemed to have nothing to do with himself. Apart from nodding from time to time, he kept persuading him to drink.

"What's going on with you today?"

Caroline smiled blushingly,
"Don't you want to get us drunk and do bad things?"

"bingo!"

When the table was full of mess, the companions staggered to and fro, breathed out a strong smell of alcohol, and their eyes wandered.

Dean helped Caroline, who was flushed and hot,

"I said, I want everyone to have fun today, so don't go back."

Dean looked out the window,

"Let's go! Rock Hotel, I pay!"

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(End of this chapter)