Las Vegas, a rough neighborhood.
It's late at night, and the unbearable heat of the day has become cool and pleasant. The stars and moon hide in the darkness, and the continuous chirping of insects plays among the flowers in the courtyard, like a requiem that lulls people into a dream.
An unexpected guest woke up this night.
"Um, where am I?"
Ludian hurriedly tore off the rope around his neck that was suffocating him, groped in the dark, and successfully turned on the switch on the wall.
The light illuminates a bedroom full of student atmosphere.
Directly opposite are tables, chairs, a globe, a lamp, and a calendar with a wonderful scenery like the Wizard of Oz, early May 1980.
The original owner is obviously a Star Wars fan. There are a pair of stunning movie posters posted on the four walls: the Dark Lord Darth Vader wearing a black iron helmet, wearing a black cape, holding a red lightsaber, and a black jacket holding Captain Han Solo with a shell gun, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi with white hair and wise eyes...
There are neatly stacked middle school textbooks in the three-story wall cabinet next to the poster: English, chemistry, world history, and a bunch of thriller novels: "Armageddon" and "Vampire Night Stalker"...
The cover of the book shone with a gentle luster, and the titles were all in English. As a native of China, it should have taken him a while to understand them, but at this moment, he could understand them at a glance as if instinctively.
Turning his head, his pupils couldn't help but tighten.
There was a gray four-legged stool lying in the open space next to the bed, with a black hemp rope tightly entangled on it like a poisonous snake - Dean had just untied it from his neck.
Above the hemp rope are ceiling beams.
Apparently the predecessor used these things to hang himself.
But he had no experience at all, so he didn't tie it tightly, and the hemp rope loosened and slipped.
…
Dean shook his head and walked to the dressing mirror next to the desk to examine his current appearance.
Seventeen or eighteen years old, medium build, 1.75 meters and about 140 pounds.
The upper body is a blue T-shirt with the words Super Lo Cinema written in white on the left chest.
A pair of simple jeans underneath.
My clothes and pants are wet, I don't know if it's sweat or cold water.
This Chinese-character face has the traditional Chinese short black hair and dark eyes, but the angle of the mandible is wider, and the facial features are angular and strong. This should be caused by the long-term consumption of meat and the exaggerated accent and accent habits of native English speakers.
"Not as handsome as I was in my previous life, but more masculine."
Under the light at this moment, the skin of his cheeks looked pale as if he had lost too much blood. This was in sharp contrast to the dense bloodshot eyes around his eyes, the blood-red blood on his neck, and the strangulation marks that sunk deeply into his flesh.
Dean checked carefully. Except for the bruises between his neck, he was healthy.
"So I traveled through time?"
Not long ago, during the 2022 graduation season, he had a farewell meal with his college classmates who had been together for four years, and went to a board game bar to play new board games. The atmosphere was getting thicker, and thinking that we would never see each other again, he made an exception. A few glasses of white wine.
This is also because graduation season is the breakup season, so he separated from his girlfriend from the vocal music department of four years and drank to drown his sorrows.
Who would have thought of being so drunk?
Dean's cheeks stiffened and he showed an ugly smile, clenching his fists,
"I swear, from today on, I, Dean Lu, no, now I am called Dean Lu, will never take the initiative to drink a drop of wine, otherwise I will be called - single for the rest of my life!"
The young man who swore a poisonous oath looked at the lush courtyard under the window. The memories of this new identity were boiling like boiling water. Some of them were as clear as before, and some were as blurry as if the signal was poor.
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Dean's father, Lu Guangming, is a Chinese construction worker, and his mother, Lena Glenn, is from Indiana and is part Indian. When she was 18 or 19 years old, she and her brother moved to Las Vegas, a city where heaven and hell meet. Opened a small jewelry store...
The two established a warm and happy family.
Good times don't last long.
In 1972, when Dean was ten years old, his parents drove back to their hometown for vacation, only to never return. They both disappeared, leaving only a meager savings, an old house, and a family photo on the bedside table.
His biological uncle Paquet raised him until he was eighteen years old.
Well, Dean's memory of this uncle was very vague. He seemed to be a big man with an informal personality and a bold personality.
However, in recent years, as Dean got older and entered Nevada State High School, Uncle Paqui went home much less often. He only came back for one night every month or sometimes several months. In addition to paying living expenses on time, he stayed the rest of the time. Working in Northern Nevada City.
Today is Pacqua's working day, and Dean is the only one in the house, so he chooses to self-destruct at this time.
"With Indian blood and Chinese blood, the buffs are stacked, and the future is bright, so why can't you think about it?"
Dean stared at himself in the mirror. The person in the mirror was silent, with only the dull eyes filled with a hint of loneliness and desolation.
Dean felt a little sad and palpitated, and his nose was sore for no reason.
Just like his predecessor, the ghost of the departed person still remains in this body, affecting him.
He shook his head, walked to the window, took a deep breath, and began to search around the bedroom, focusing on the desk and drawers. Unfortunately, he arrived too late.
There was a pile of shredded paper that had been burned to ashes in the trash can. He rummaged through it for a long time and took out a corner of the envelope, with the two English letters MO in the name column.
what does this mean?
He racked his brains and couldn't remember.
After a cursory inspection of the bedroom, Dean went out and continued to examine his surroundings.
This is a two-story single-family house, an ordinary-sized house.
There are two bedrooms on the second floor, one for Paqui and one for himself. There is a bathroom in the corner with no bathtub and only a shower. This house is quite old, the walls are yellow, and the wooden floors creak from time to time, but at least it is clean. Neat, obviously Dean cleans often.
Quickly go down the stairs.
There is a thick and heavy CRT TV set in the lobby on the first floor.
Through the glass window of the living room, he saw the neighboring houses separated by wooden fences on the left and right sides of the house, but they were quiet and dark at the moment.
He went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out ice cubes from a pile of canned chickpeas, and put a towel on the wound on his neck.
I collapsed on the sofa comfortably and looked at the huge black and white TV. Negative emotions such as fear and nervousness gradually faded away.
"Cheer up, Dean. It's useless to dwell on the past now. It's important to adapt to this new identity as soon as possible."
Unfortunately, perhaps just after time travel, many key memories in his mind, including the experiences of his predecessor in recent months, were all cleared, and he could not recall them at all.
But now, after accepting this body and visiting the entire "home", Dean felt an uncontrollable impulse.
It’s like an “innate” mission——
Find out why this poor guy, Dean Lue, self-destructed!
If a young man is emotionally frustrated and acts impulsively, Dean will naturally live well on his behalf and take care of his only relative, Uncle Paquet.
The vision cultivated in the era of the information explosion and some future information in his mind - he has no other achievements in the four years of college, but under the influence of his girlfriend, no, his ex-girlfriend, he has learned a lot of European and American classic songs. If he has the opportunity, he can Try being a porter, you should be able to make ends meet in this era.
But if it is for other reasons.
Some people or things with malicious intentions, and external pressure forced the predecessor to commit suicide, then these things will inevitably continue to threaten his new life.
Only by completely eliminating hidden dangers can Dean plan for the future with peace of mind!
Make up your mind.
Suddenly, Dean's eyes flashed, and a row of translucent Chinese characters with strange light appeared in front of him.
You have taken over the incident - the death of young Dean: recover key lost memories and discover the truth about the self-destruction of your predecessor.
You will receive additional rewards for completing the first event.
Investigation progress: 5/100 (you must personally participate in the investigation to improve the progress)
Deadline: seven days
Estimated difficulty: Easy (The clues are almost right under your nose.)
Reward: 30 experience + restored memory + one feat (first time reward)
Penalty: The event is closed and additional rewards for the first event are lost.
Dean Lu
Character level: 0 (0/100)
Age: 18
Physique: 11 (affects physical fitness, resistance to blows, injury and endurance recovery, resistance to abnormal physical conditions...generally 8-12 for adult males)
Strength: 10 (weight bearing, blow, resistance to blow, muscle...)
Agility: 11 (speed, reflexes, physical coordination...)
Perception: 9 (sight, hearing, smell, touch, five senses, other special perceptions...)
Spirit: 12 (thinking, emotion, energy, spirituality...)
Will: 9 (will is the guardian of the spirit, affecting concentration, calmness, mental abnormality resistance...)
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Abilities (0/5): None
Expertise: None
Event (1/1)
The death of teenage Dean.
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"Isn't this panel the role-playing board game I played with my classmates before I traveled through time?"
Dean's head jolted, memories rolling through his mind.
This board game is not a regular version, but a supernatural game set in a near-future world.
Players can choose to play as bounty hunters, investigators, true detectives, or even cunning criminals, and participate in mysterious and terrifying events again and again.
These characters are not ordinary people, and they cannot even be called regular human beings. They possess super powers such as mind reading, hypnosis, dreaming, illusion, bewitchment, witchcraft, special firearms, energy manipulation, etc. They can be called "advanced" at the top of the food chain. biology".
But the background of the system has nothing to do with the world he currently lives in - at the beginning of the 1980s, Dean struggled to remember.
The general environment of this world is very similar to the history of the earth in his impression.
World War I, World War II...the Great Depression was no different from the past. The progress of world history and most social details are similar to those in the previous life. If you briefly recall it, the similarity is probably 80%?
In his limited eighteen years of life, Dean had never experienced, heard from others, or seen any unusual events.
Paranormal activity?
superpower?
Not found yet.
Maybe this is an ordinary world?
…
"Do as the Romans do, so the system has castrated all superpowers?"
Dean's head jumped, staring at the "rewards" in the system, trying to find an explanation, but the cold system seemed to have no artificial intelligence and there was no answer.
Dean could only slowly explore and research on his own.
"The quality of this body is very good. It is healthy and full of vitality. Especially its two attributes of physical fitness and agility are already among the best among adults."
"Perhaps it comes from riding a bicycle to school for an hour every morning."
"With 11 o'clock sensitivity, it would be a pity not to practice the 100-meter trapeze."
"But what the hell are these 9 points of willpower? They are close to the lower limit of normal people? I have been a human being for two lifetimes and still have low willpower?"
Dean twisted his limbs, jumped twice on the spot, reached out to touch the ceiling, felt this new body, and tried to mobilize the system according to his thoughts.
Unfortunately, apart from being able to exhale and hide at will, the system has no other functions.
Dean was unwilling to study for a long time.
What feats are rewarded?
I can only gain experience by completing surveys, is there any other way?
The clock on the wall clocked past one o'clock quietly.
He had no clue.
"No matter what, having a cold golden finger is better than traveling through time with nothing."
The excitement of having just arrived in another world has passed, and the uncontrollable sleepiness suddenly surges up.
"Tomorrow is Tuesday, and the school must have clues."
Dean turned off the light, put his hands around the back of his head, and lay down on the bed comfortably.
"Have a good rest and welcome your new life."
There was a slight snore in the bedroom.
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