Dean hurried across the dance floor.
The neon lights illuminated his calm face, which was incompatible with the dynamic music and energetic dancers.
Dean didn't expect what happened next.
A blond girl suddenly pushed aside her dance partner, swung her long legs and came to him, blinked her big green eyes at him, and stretched out her hands towards him passionately.
The skin is as white as snow.
Red lips smile.
The graceful body dances to the music.
"Asian boys, don't you like dancing?"
One way ticket
One way ticket…
Disco is high and surging.
How can Dean think about disco now? Keep your head down and leave.
But the girl grabbed his left hand and backed away.
Dean turned around again, and the girl was in front of him again.
Now
Only tear drops are all that I could see(Only tear drops in my eyes)
Music activates cells like an electric current.
Ooh
The girl swung her hands cleanly, then moved her steps back and forth, twisting her thighs, and a burning energy rushed to her face.
The fresh scent of shampoo penetrated the tip of his nose.
Ooh
Get one way ticket to the blue
A long sigh.
The girl's body follows the gentle melody, moving beautifully like waves from her neck to her chest, abdomen, waist, and thighs.
Dean stood still.
There was an exclamation on the dance floor.
"No wonder that boy doesn't drink. It turns out he wants to date a beautiful woman! It's a pity that he is too reserved, like a stick."
The homeless man on the sidelines joked.
Gotta make a trip to lonesome town
The tune is high pitched.
The girl held her waist with both hands, raised her pointed chin, and crossed her legs quickly back and forth.
A warm and exaggerated smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.
Dean was thinking about how to respond.
A tall, thin young man suddenly rushed over and stood between the two of them.
"That's enough, Lily, I made a mistake just now! You don't need to find a chink to stimulate me!"
The man grabbed the girl's white wrist, turned around and glared at Dean fiercely, and the rotating light illuminated his handsome face.
"Fake, you ching chong! Get out of here, don't show your shame if you can't dance!"
Watt Jafaq, are you the funny guys sent by God to give you experience?
It's obviously you, a stupid woman, who came to provoke me!
Can't you just stop for a while?
Dean's face darkened, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
The man didn't stop even after he said the harsh words, and reached out to grab his collar.
Dean's left hand shook like a reflex, and he locked the man's wrist. Turning around, Ben instinctively pulled his entire arm up to his shoulders.
The back pressed against his chest and abdomen.
Pull your hands forward and push your butt back.
Just like Paquet dropped himself hundreds of times.
The strength of the legs, waist, spine, and shoulders instantly became one!
Extremely smooth, throw forward...
The heavy object hits the ground!
boom!
The smooth ground suddenly shook.
The men and women in the ballroom were all stunned. Everything happened so suddenly. They didn't have time to react and saw the Asian man turn around.
A flick of the hand.
The companion who had shouted "ching chong" just now was thrown two meters away like a sandbag.
His back hit the ground hard.
"ah!"
The man's face was distorted and he howled.
The three women covered their mouths and screamed and screamed.
"go to hell!"
Seeing this, a male companion of the unlucky guy rushed out from five meters away and kicked Dean in the side.
He kicked the air, and the targetless figure in front of him——
He is too slow!
Dean quickly ducked down to avoid the kick. At the same time, he hugged the man's only standing right foot with both hands, exerted a forward force, and hit his chest and abdomen with his head.
Take him off the ground and sprint forward.
The man was like a dummy hit by a moving train. He lost his balance and was knocked two meters away without any resistance.
He didn't even have time to make a sound!
The huge force like the top of the mountain pinned him to the ground!
Click!
The moment of severe pain made his eyes turn white and he lost his ability to move.
"White trash!"
Dean slapped his armpits with disgust in his eyes, and suddenly let out a muffled groan.
The third man sneaked up from behind and punched Dean in the back of the neck.
But before he could be happy, Dean turned around and hit him in the side with an elbow without looking back.
The man's vision went dark and he took two unsteady steps back.
Dean rushed forward, held his arms with both hands and pushed him down, and at the same time bent his right leg to push up!
puff!
Dean's knee joint was like a heavy hammer hitting his soft abdomen. The man suddenly turned into a cooked prawn, his face turned the color of pig liver, he curled up and fell to the ground with his belly in his arms.
In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.
Dean was excited.
After trying his skills for the first time, he could really feel the strengthening of his body after improving his fighting skills.
Now under normal circumstances, he would have no problem dealing with two or three ordinary people who have not been trained in combat.
But these three men were too weak, and their defeat only gave him a little proficiency.
"Go away, don't come over, we are going to call the police." The three beautiful girls were trembling with fear and huddled together. They looked at Dean as if they were seeing extremely vicious criminals, including the blonde beauty who had kindly taken the initiative to provoke him. .
"Wow-Chinese kongfu!"
Old Taimu in front of the bar gave him a thumbs up, and the bartender behind him lowered his head motionlessly. It was strange that he didn't seem to notice the brief conflict in the ballroom at all.
And Rust, whose face was flushed with saliva, opened his mouth wide and clapped desperately!
Dean ignored him, turned around and rushed to the corner stairs, taking a few steps up to the second floor.
There are several rooms exposed on the inside of the corridor, but the doors are locked.
Only the door to the most corner room was ajar.
Dean moved closer to the crack in the door.
A fat, bald, middle-aged security guard in black uniform was sitting on a swivel chair and fast asleep.
The two screens in front of him showed an empty street scene and six people in the ballroom helping their companions to leave.
Monitor!
Dean rolled his eyes, opened the door and walked straight in. He cleared his throat, made the request in a low voice and made it unquestionable.
"Give me the surveillance video from the 19th of last month."
"ah!"
The supervisor is here?
The fat security guard who was dozing off was confused by the sudden attack. His whole body trembled, he sat up straight and said in a daze without looking back,
"There are no surveillance records from last month. Have you forgotten? The device storage space is limited and can only retain up to 72 hours of surveillance footage."
"What? Only three days!"
Dean's face looked ugly.
My uncle was really right. Surveillance equipment in this era was so backward that it was impossible to have surveillance video from half a month ago.
This also means that Dean has spent so much effort in vain?
Dean hit his forehead angrily, feeling deeply unwilling, and immediately left the monitoring room.
boom!
The door slammed shut.
The fat security guard took a look at the monitor screen and immediately realized that the person who had just entered the room to ask questions was not the supervisor, but a strange young Asian man.
"Fuck Fa Ke, where does this lunacy come from!"
…
Dean returned to the ballroom, and the six young men and women had disappeared without a trace.
The tramp was dancing a lyrical disco in the center of the ballroom, slowly moving his knees, taking turns with his left hand and right hand wiping his scalp from front to back, as if waxing his hair.
The red-faced Rust moved his limbs wildly and randomly behind his buttocks, dancing in a messy and funny dance, like a little orangutan without bones.
"Hey, young man, the wine is over and it's time to dance. Come over and have fun together!"
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood!" Dean shook his head and patted Rust's cheek, "Man, wake up, it's time to go."
"Ah?!" Rust woke up from a dream, holding Dean's hands in a drunken state, shaking his head repeatedly, "I seem to be poisoned, the alcohol burned my brain, I can't stop, let me jump again For a while."
"Last, I didn't find the surveillance video, we should go!"
"Please, let me dance a little longer."
"Be happy, what are you looking for?" Taim put the backs of his hands on his chest, "Tell me, what if I can help?"
The homeless man's one eye suddenly became clear, and he was not even drunk at all. He slowly pushed his right hand towards Dean.
Dean's head moved and he subconsciously gave his extended hand a high-five.
"How long have you lived near Barca Disco?"
"Move your butt, twist with me, be happy, smile!"
Dean had no choice but to force out an ugly smile and imitate the movements of a tramp. The three of them formed a circle in the center of the dance floor, spinning to the music and dancing a gentle old disco.
"That's right! I've lived here for a few months. I pick up trash during the day and drink and dance at night. Not to mention how carefree and happy my life is."
"Okay, Mr. Taime," Dean shook off Rust's hand on his shoulder, "More than half a month ago, around ten o'clock in the evening on April 19th, have you ever seen a girl? Eighteen or nineteen years old, black hair, about height... She left the Raymond House on this street, and she should have passed by this dance hall. There is a portrait in the car, I will go get it right away! "
"No need, I remember her!"
Taimu suddenly smiled mysteriously, revealing a pair of yellowed rotten teeth.
"Don't you have an impression? I already expected it," Dean just sighed, and then felt a shock all over his body. It was as if a bucket of cold water was pouring down from his Tianling Cap, and he suddenly became a hundred times more energetic.
"Huh? Wait, you said you saw her!"
“Old Taimu’s memory has been amazing since he was a child. Everything I saw, heard, and smelled will remain here forever and firmly.”
His black fingernails touched his thick messy hair,
"I can take them out again whenever I want."
Dean frowned. Is this guy just teasing me?
"Are you kidding? Do you have such ability?"
"It's normal for young people not to know. There are a small number of special people. Only one among all living beings or one hundred thousand people is born. They are different from birth..."
He was suddenly uncharacteristically speaking, and spoke incomprehensibly. His voice was loud and full of magnetism, and his words of wisdom, which seemed to contain magic, echoed repeatedly in Dean's mind.
All living things.
Some people are born different.
Taimu's voice actually suppressed the boiling sound waves.
At this moment, Dean felt very strange.
The changing lights in the ballroom gradually moved away from him,
Time seems to be suspended.
Along with it, the surrounding air becomes thick and sluggish.
Difficulty breathing.
Thump thump.
His heart beat against his eardrums again and again, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
Am I drunk?
No, I didn’t drink at all!
He shook his head vigorously, and the surging sound waves drowned him again, and everything returned to normal.
Dean exhaled, his eyes coincided with the one eye, and in an instant, he saw his reflection in it.
Tam nodded at him and continued,
“I happen to be one of those people, and maybe it’s a gift that gets better as I get older.”
"Talent? You have a photographic memory? Then how come you are so miserable? Are you reduced to this situation?" Dean asked,
Old Taimu laughed and retorted with sharp eyes,
"Why do you think I'm so miserable? Open your eyes and take a good look..." He spread his hands, turned around and looked around, as if he was standing in the center of a stage that attracted everyone's attention. Countless rays of light were shining on him, and he became a ballroom. The most dazzling one among them, "I don't need to work or look at other people's faces to live a happy life. I came here alone. I had enough fun and left as I pleased. If you think about it, I am obviously better than many people who work all day and night." Ordinary people are happier and freer than billionaires who worry about what to eat and which woman to sleep with every day!"
"What you said makes sense..." Dean's face stiffened, and he decided not to argue with the nervous homeless man to avoid having brain problems. He asked eagerly, "Telling back to Mona! She left alone at that time. Did you notice anything unusual? Who did she have a quarrel or conflict with? Or was there someone following her?"
Da da la…
The tramp suddenly hummed a few weird notes, raised his hands with his back to Dean, and slowly twisted his neck, shoulders, and waist. Colorful lights hit his back, making him look like a poisonous snake squirming in the shadows.
"Okay, Hui Ju Lv, in order to thank you for your selfless act of giving me five dollars last night, I will tell you the answer. But boy, from now on, we are settled, and I don't owe you anything."
Cleared up?
Dean felt an indescribable sense of loss and emptiness in his chest, as if he had used up some vital and precious opportunity.
"Deer!"
Taimu suddenly snapped his fingers to firmly attract Dean's attention, but Taimu's next words made his heart tighten and his energy return to the present.
"As Mona passed the disco, a car slowly followed her."
"What car?"
"A blue Ferrari 308GTS roadster..."
Taimu's single eye stared deeply in the direction of the ballroom door, as if a wonderful story was written in the void.
"I couldn't see the car owner's face clearly, but I saw its license plate - BOL·620502... Lao Taimu felt that if the girl had an accident, she must have something to do with the car owner."
On the dance floor, Dean's twisting body stopped and his mouth opened wide. He felt a strong sense of familiarity.
Blue Ferrari convertible sports car, where have you seen it before?
where is it?
Roadster.
Dean's memory suddenly returned to the second day of time travel, on the way to school.
Dynamic disco was playing, cars whizzing by, and a few chingchong still fresh in my memory.
His expression changed——
Bob Lowe owns a roadster.
Could it be him?
Dean held his breath for a moment, intense anger and pain strangling his heart.
No, that's not right!
He shook his head nervously.
Bob Lowe's car is red, not blue!
There are countless rich people in Las Vegas, and there are also many Ferraris. Maybe it's just a coincidence?
"A blue convertible?" Rust, who was shaking his hair and being drunk, heard the conversation and made a strange posture, spreading his feet apart, lowering his waist, and looking back from his crotch.
"Hiccup...the bully Bob Lowe is coming to dance with us?"
He asked Dean with a red face and a silly expression.
"Be serious! Isn't Bob's car red?" Dean grabbed his neck and corrected him to a normal posture.
"That Ferrari...Hiccup...didn't I say it was always blue before...it was recently converted into red."
"H-His license plate number, do you remember it?" Dean's voice trembled.
"Amnesia? Didn't you mention it just now, why do you want me to repeat it?" Rust said word by word, "BOL·620502, do you remember it?"
After Rust finished speaking, Dean felt his system shake, and the investigation progress jumped from 30% to 50%.
So, it was Bob Lowe who stalked and took Mona away!
Dean gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Bob Lowe.
Son of a bitch!
No wonder you keep torturing me and beating me.
No wonder you warned me not to harass theater employees.
No wonder you told me to die!
You are afraid!
Are you afraid that I will find some evidence?
What exactly did you do to Mona? !
Rage, fear, and residual emotions from the past hit Dean's psychological defenses like a tsunami.
What you are searching for is always by your side.
He felt dizzy and suffocating like a mountain falling apart.
In the description of the "Retrieve Mona" event, the originally unknown difficulty level began to change drastically, from difficult to medium to easy, repeatedly.
But Dean had no time to care and whispered to himself,
"Where is Bob Lowe? Yes, he's having a birthday party at his hilltop villa in Mon Carlo."
"Mona, wait for me, I'm here to save you!"
Dean grabbed Rust's hand and rushed to the exit of the ballroom.
"Dean, you look so ugly. Are you sick? Wait, where are you taking me? Slow down!"
…
“Some people are born different, and some people grow up to be different.”
"This is fate."
The tramp looked at the two people walking away with a smile, then rubbed his intact eye, and a dark bloodshot oozed strangely around the eye socket.
He raised a glass of whiskey to wash away the blood, closed his eyes and listened happily to the disco music, twisting under the empty dance hall and the rotating colored lights, his back was vast and lonely.
