The golden morning light is like fine golden sand, covering the gray roofs with gauze.
"Ring ring ring..."
Amidst the clear ringing of the bell, a pair of old bicycles flew quickly across the road between the two-story Western-style buildings.
Dean had a gray and white scarf wrapped around his neck to cover the marks of strangulation, carrying a shoulder bag, still dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, and pedaled hard.
He was too excited last night and had a rare insomnia. He had two eye-catching dark circles on his face.
But he was already satisfied with his ambition and started to show his talents from where he studied.
Well, first, he had to ride his bike for an hour.
…
Dean immersed himself in riding through the winding slopes in the dry mountains and forests, and entered the suburbs of Las Vegas. He followed the endless main road to the north and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
Las Vegas is located on the edge of the Nevada Desert and has an arid climate. In May, the daytime temperature has reached 30 degrees, and the nights are so cold that it makes people shiver. In terms of climate conditions, it is really not a livable place.
But the huge tax revenue brought by the gambling industry has made every corner of Las Vegas beautiful. Lush grass behind barbed wire can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and golf carts carrying guests move leisurely among the lawns.
Further beyond the golf course, the clear water is shimmering and 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 bicycle.
Las Vegas!
"I am coming!"
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"One way ticket one way ticket!"
Thump...thump...thump thump
"one way ticket one way ticket to the blue!"
Thump...thump...thump thump
A burst of penetrating dynamic music came from behind, interrupting his reverie.
A red convertible sports car turned out of the left road at lightning speed.
Dean couldn't recognize what kind of car it was, but he was sure that it cost a lot to have such a beautiful appearance.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car is a man with toad mirrors covering half of his face. In the back seat are a white man and a black man in a blue baseball shirt and baseball cap. The black man is carrying a metal radio on his shoulder, which is playing an exciting song. Intoxicating melody.
They catered to the music and howled like ghosts and wolves.
Dean glanced at the young faces under the baseball caps and felt inexplicably familiar.
But who are they?
Dean couldn't remember.
But the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably twice, showing a look of horror.
Fear surged up like a tide.
"Hey!"
The man in the baseball shirt in the car noticed Dean who was in a daze on the roadside. He put down the radio on his shoulder, stuck out his tongue contemptuously at him, raised his two middle fingers, and shook the non-existent braid on the back of his head.
"Destroy that barbarity, chingchong!"
After saying these words cleanly, the three people in the car laughed and the car drove away.
chingchong? What's the meaning?
Dean was stunned for a moment, and the memory left deep in his body quickly made him understand the special meaning of these two words.
What the hell, you dare to discriminate against me?
"Go to hell! You white trash, you have such a bad mouth, did you eat your fill in the toilet?!"
Dean raised his middle finger to the car's exhaust, and in a blink of an eye he saw the most eye-catching central number on the rear license plate - BOL·620502
He suddenly found that the system jumped and the investigation progress jumped from 5% to 6%.
Anger turns to doubt,
"After calling a few idiots, the investigation somehow made progress?"
Isn't this just giving a pillow if you feel sleepy?
Dean got on his bike and chased after him. He wanted to seize this clue!
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It was almost eight o'clock when Dean arrived.
On the outside of the high marble wall with "Nevada state high school" written in colorful fonts, three tall buildings, a wide square, and lush greenery, Dean felt like he had regained the vitality of eighteen years old.
No, he is eighteen years old now.
A little closer, the parking lot was filled with bicycles and some cars: Toyota Corolla, Plymouth Horizon, Dodge Omni, Chevrolet, and eye-catching Ferrari sports cars, including the red convertible that Dean encountered before, but the three men in baseball shirts were nowhere to be seen.
Dean looked around at the bustling crowd in front of him. More than two-thirds of his classmates were white, and blacks and Latinos accounted for the remaining half. Among hundreds of people, he could only see a dozen or so Asian faces like Dean. .
They walked on the marble path behind the iron gate, or sat on the roadside lawn and chatted. Several of the girls pointed at Dean and laughed sharply.
Dean frowned and continued to observe.
The clothing of this group of people is quite novel, bold and full of personal style.
Part of her hair was combed into an adult style, permed and made fluffy and soft.
There are leather jackets with tight T-shirts paired with a pair of fitted jeans, colorful leather jackets, chic windbreakers, jackets of various colors, gothic-style black and red long skirts, fashionable bell-bottoms paired with shiny Martin boots, short skirts and The little vest dazzled him. It didn't look like a place for further study, but rather like an open-air square where a grand party was being held.
Many boys and girls have their ears pierced, and they have neck-long hair like artists. Some even wear nose rings, exposing their arms with large tattoos, like street gangsters.
A couple was hugging and kissing on the side of the road, but others were not surprised by this.
Dean sighed,
"It is worthy of being a public school in a beautiful country. Even the various technical schools in China that will be full of demons 40 years from now will not be as open as this one."
There was an Asian girl standing on the steps at the entrance of the building. She wore orange hot pants and a sleeveless tight top, showing off her slender thighs and toned figure.
Her skin color shows a red and dark luster from being exposed to the sun frequently. She is very healthy and her appearance is very sweet.
Dean felt that she had some Chinese ancestry, and he happened to have a messy memory and needed a guide.
People from China should not deceive people from China, right?
…
"Hello, excuse me, do you know the owner of that red sports car?"
The girl on the steps looked stunned. She spit out the chewing gum in her mouth and blew a bubble. Then she looked at Dean from top to bottom in surprise. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and her head was covered with sweat. She didn't mind the heat and wrapped it around her neck. Wearing a scarf.
The girl's sweet face showed an expression of impatience and disgust.
"Where are you looking? You bumpkin, bumpkin, don't bother me!"
She knocked Dean away rudely, ran to the school gate and hugged a strong white boy. Her face changed from anger to joy, and she walked in with him talking and laughing, never looking this way again. .
Country bumpkin?
I look scary and not popular with women?
He thought about his previous experience again.
"Aren't these people too unfriendly?"
Dean looked at the cold looks from the crowd, and suddenly had a hint of inspiration. The self-destruction of his predecessor must be related to this harsh living environment.
People of color and origin are not accepted by mainstream society, and 18-year-old young people are sensitive and fragile. They have been subjected to all kinds of cold looks for a long time, and they may not be able to think about it temporarily when they are impulsive.
This thought together.
The investigation progress suddenly jumped forward by a small section, from 6% to 10%.
"Is this the system's recognition of me? But it only increased by a mere 4%."
This shows that daily cold treatment is far from enough to make the predecessor reach the final step.
"My predecessor, Ken, has experienced several particularly violent conflicts and incidents recently. Well, maybe it has something to do with those three baseball guys with the convertible!"
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"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 at the foot of the steps. He was less than 1.6 meters and half a head shorter than Dean. In America, which is generally precocious. He was like a childish primary school student, but his facial features were chiseled and handsome like marble sculptures.
"You are?" Dean subconsciously reached out and punched him.
"I haven't offended you, have you, but you suddenly don't recognize me as a brother? My name is Rusty Spencer, your future comrade in the University Alliance, a die-hard brother, and I go to Mr. Cardell's math class with you every semester. , I often ask you for math questions."
"Haha, I'm just kidding, don't mind." Dean smiled, then asked, "Anyone else in the alliance?"
"They haven't passed the IQ test and can't even remember trigonometric functions. They are not qualified to be friends with us!" Rust shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a clear trace of sadness in his eyes.
Dean instantly understood that the reason why the two of them could become friends was probably because they were both marginalized, unpopular nerds!
"Dude, let me ask you something again."
"Um?"
"Whose is that red roadster parked in the lot?"
"The red convertible... wasn't it blue before? Did it need to be repainted?"
Rust muttered something to himself, and then said,
"This car has always been the car of Bob Lowe, the second-generation rich man behind the baseball team next door. How could you not know?"
Rust raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose and looked at his friend suspiciously. Suddenly he felt that his temperament was a little different from before. He was not as vulgar as usual?
"You're acting weird today, Dean. It's like you're a different person."
"You're wrong."
"No, I'm sure it couldn't be those bastards on the baseball team who beat you into amnesia, right?"
Asshole on the baseball team, beat me up?
What's the meaning? !
Dean's head moved.
"Is this Bob Lowe a student?"
"How is that possible? He is already in his 20s. He is essentially a gangster who does not do his job properly. He just has too much money at home to spend it all, so he likes to come here to show off his wealth."
Rust explained and ran to the classroom.
"Don't be dazed, class is about to begin!"
