At night, the bright moon hangs high.
Outside the gate of the Monte Carlo hilltop villa.
"Fake, you son of a bitch! If you dare to lay a finger on Grace, I will risk my life with you!"
Rust fell in the bushes and cursed feebly at the big iron gate.
"Why are you bruised and swollen? Did someone from the baseball team beat you?"
A voice came from behind,
Rust's shoulders trembled and he turned around. The moonlight revealed a familiar face. His face was as white as a piece of paper, as if he had been seriously ill!
It was Dean who had just escaped from the villa.
"Man, you can't make any noise when you walk, it scared me. It doesn't matter to me, Bob is really embarrassed. Didn't you see that his face stinks like a stone in the toilet! Hiss...I cursed It’s so cool!”
Rust rubbed his chest and grimaced in pain.
"By the way, have you found any clues about Mona?"
Dean nodded, groaned and covered his arms,
"Wait, are you injured too?" Rust then noticed that the opponent's left arm was bright red, and his heart skipped a beat, "Did that bastard Bob do it?"
"Leave here first and go back to my house!"
…
The two went down the mountain at night. Dean was worried about leaving clues and witnesses, so he didn't take a taxi along the way.
On the way back, several police cars roared past and ran quickly towards the top of the mountain. It was obvious that an emergency had occurred there.
"Man, you didn't set a fire in the villa, did you?"
"The situation is a bit complicated."
Dean changed the subject.
The journey is long.
After experiencing the fierce battle in the villa, Dean was depressed, had a splitting headache, and was exhausted.
But as he walked, Iron Man's natural and powerful recovery power began to take effect. In addition to being hungry, his condition actually got better and better, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding.
Two hours later.
The two left the city and entered the remote and quiet suburbs. Dean quietly went into the wild and threw away the bullet casings he picked up from the villa in batches, as well as the surveillance video tapes that he had trampled to pieces.
Eleven o'clock at night.
The two returned home quietly, and Dean first treated the injuries of himself and Rust with medical alcohol and cold compresses.
Fortunately, the bullet scratch on his arm was not serious, and the bullet casing only scratched a piece of skin the size of a fingernail.
Rust had many bruises all over his body, but they were only superficial injuries and would heal within a few days.
After treating the wound, Dean took out a pile of food from the refrigerator, heated it, cooked it, and carried it to the backyard.
Rust ate canned meat and talked about what he saw and experienced in the villa, as well as his worries and Bob's threats against his mother Grace.
While listening, Dean enjoyed two steaks, three pieces of bread, and two cartons of milk until his hunger subsided.
He took off all his clothes, mask, and shoes, threw them all into the iron basin, and lit them on fire in Rust's surprised eyes.
"Why are you burning your clothes?"
Rust stopped chewing, his eyes were blank, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. How could this be like destroying evidence?
Dean looked into his eyes but didn't answer directly.
"Thank you for your speech at the party. You dared to speak for me and accuse Bob in front of so many people and withstand huge pressure, good brother."
Rust's bruised cheeks turned red after being praised, he touched the back of his head and shook his head.
"Both detectives are brothers, do they need polite words? What's more, it's me, Dean, who should be thanked for letting me regain my courage, otherwise I would still be a coward who can be bullied by everyone! This week , I feel that I have been... um... transforming, even Grace praised me for being more confident, and this is all due to you."
Dean nodded after hearing this, took a deep breath, and made some kind of decision.
"Last, are you trustworthy? Can you keep a secret for me? Even if the secret is extremely terrible, so terrible that it violates the 'iron law' of Las Vegas."
"If I, Rust, do anything to betray Dean, then I, then I..." Although Rust didn't know why the other party asked, he gritted his teeth and swore firmly, "I will go to hell!"
Dean thought for a moment, even if he didn't tell the truth now.
With Rust's intelligence, he would definitely be able to guess the truth when the police came to question him.
Instead of covering up and deceiving, it is better to be more honest, win his favor and trust, and jointly deal with the investigation, so as not to be thrown into confusion by sudden cross-examination.
Worst case scenario, Dean could just run away from Las Vegas.
It has to be said that after gaining supernatural powers, Dean's thoughts are no longer rigid and rigid, and he has a little more confidence in his heart.
But if you can continue to hide your identity and escape from this "accident", that would be great.
"Listen...you don't have to worry about Bob hurting Grace anymore."
"What do you mean?" A trace of confusion flashed in Rust's eyes.
"Bob is dead."
Ding.
Rust opened his mouth wide, and the can in his hand dropped to the ground.
The entire backyard fell into an eerie silence.
The cool night wind blew.
The heart is pounding.
Sparks exploded and crackled, reflecting two faces with completely different expressions.
Half a minute later.
Rust seemed to be suffocating. He held his chest and took a deep breath, his voice trembling.
"You, you killed Bob?"
"That's right." Dean's eyes shot out with deep hatred, and then he closed his eyes, "Do you know what that beast did to Mona? He used chemicals, strong acid or alkali, to melt Mona."
"I have a clear conscience for killing him. I just hate that he died so easily."
"Don't you hate him? Think about what he did to you before, think about how he humiliated you in public in the villa!"
"Yes, I hate him and I hope he is punished! But-"
hiss--
Rust slumped to the ground, his head hanging down, his temples bulging and swollen.
"Bob killed Mona and my good friend killed Bob."
After receiving such shocking news all at once, he felt like his brain was shutting down and going blank. Although Bob Lowe was hateful, he never wanted to kill the other person.
It was hard for him to accept it for a moment. His whole body was on pins and needles, and his buttocks on the sofa were moving back and forth.
Dean drank the milk quietly without urging.
After a long time, when the other person's complexion improved slightly, he spoke,
"Rast, will you report me?" Dean looked at Rust calmly.
"How is that possible!" Rust shook his head instinctively, "I swore that I would never betray you! But...but, why didn't you go to the LVPD to report Bob?"
"He is very cunning. He has already disposed of most of the evidence, and the remaining evidence is not enough to convict." Dean explained patiently, "And with the energy of his billionaire father, even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, We have convicted him, and he will be released after being imprisoned for a few years at most. That is not a punishment at all."
Dean suddenly raised his voice, "Luster, don't you think Bob should die?"
"He, he deserves it!"
Rust suddenly clenched his fists and hinted to himself,
"Actually, actually... you did the right thing. If Bob is still alive, there will definitely be other innocent victims among his men in the near future."
"Yes..." Rust looked up at his friend and said loudly and encouragingly, "You are saving people. This is an act of justice."
"Last, my good brother, I'm glad you agree with my approach." Dean patted the other party's shoulder, "Next, we should discuss it carefully."
"Tomorrow, or Monday the day after tomorrow at the latest, the COP will definitely come to question you. Everyone who attended the party will not be able to escape."
"When the time comes, answer honestly. You drank too much with me during the day, and your mind was a little out of control, so you scolded Bob at the party. There is no need to hide your usually bad relationship with Bob. "
Dean rubbed his chin and thought, there was no way the COP thought that an underdeveloped high school student like Rust could break Bob's limbs.
Moreover, Rust had never been to the third floor of the villa. When he attacked Bob, he had already been kicked out of the villa and had no chance to commit the crime.
He is innocent in every sense of the word.
"But one thing, you have to remember, if they ask about me, you tell me that after we separated in the morning, I refused to attend Bob's birthday party because I hated him and went home. At the party that night, you were there from beginning to end. Didn’t see me.”
"But after being driven away, you came to my house again, when I was already asleep. You woke me up and chatted with me for a long time..."
…
"Remember to ask the COP if there was any accident in the villa? When he tells you the news of Bob's death, he should show an appropriately surprised expression. That is normal behavior."
…
Dean and Rust discussed it for a long time and even had some rudimentary rehearsals. Dean played COP, and countless suspenseful and thrilling American dramas in the future gave him a lot of inspiration.
Rust plays the prisoner being interrogated.
Rust was a little panicked at first, but he quickly regained his composure under Dean's intense brainwashing training. After all, he was mostly telling the truth.
Dean was satisfied.
This guy's mentality is a bit beyond his appearance and age.
…
The time came to two o'clock in the morning.
"You go to sleep in the innermost bedroom on the second floor. I'll call you tomorrow morning and we'll practice again then."
"What about you?" Rust yawned. He had experienced too much today and was beaten again. His eyelids had already begun to fight.
"I'll think about it more carefully."
"Get some rest early." Rust went up the stairs.
Dean leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples, all the events of today racing through his mind.
flaw.
flaw.
I tried my best to erase the traces. The most likely flaws were the blood stains, shoe prints, and even hair left in the villa. There was no way to clean these at the time.
But there were hundreds of people at the party, and there were countless guests who had been to the crime scene. They also left their own traces. These were huge distractions.
It would take a lot of time for the COP to thoroughly investigate.
And they can't just ask for a biological sample from someone who didn't attend the party without any reason.
Dean was thinking about this and then remembered another thing.
Will Bob Lowe's never-showing father have a negative impact on him?
After thinking for a long time, besides being more vigilant, Dean had no other good solution for the time being.
…
Dean rubbed his temples, braced himself, and checked the system's personal records.
Dean Lu
Character level: 0 (90/100)
Age: 18
Physical fitness: 11.5
Strength: 10.5
Sensitivity: 11.5
Perception: 9
Spirit: 12
Will: 9→11
…
Abilities(3/5):
Fighting lv1(5/200)
Shooting lv0 (10/100): The ability to use long-range weapons such as firearms and crossbows to attack. Each upgrade will slightly increase the two attributes of perception and sensitivity.
Shadow of the Past lv0 (1/100): Summons ghost Dean from your body to assist you in attack, defense, reconnaissance... The strength of the ghost is related to your spirit. Please explore other features on your own.
Each upgrade slightly increases mental attributes.
Expertise:
Junior Ironman
Event: 0/1
completed--
1. The death of teenage Dean.
2. Mona’s whereabouts.
…
"With ten more points of experience, you can improve your personal level. Today is a fruitful day."
Two lives, first blood, a lot of gory scenes, but Dean didn't feel much discomfort.
Getting rid of a scum does not violate his bottom line as a human being.
In addition, he avenged Mona and fulfilled his predecessor's last wish, which can be regarded as fulfilling his original promise!
Worth celebrating!
Well, not sad, I'm not sad at all.
Dean thought so, tears filled his eyes unknowingly on his calm face.
He covered his face and sat on the sofa, shrugging his shoulders silently...
The moonlight outside the window made the back figure particularly desolate.
I don’t know how long it took, but the gloom and sadness in my heart seemed to drain out with tears.
The heaviness in his chest was relieved.
"Dean, be happy. The tragedy of the past has ended today. It's time to welcome a new life."
He talked to himself, took a deep breath, squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth and continued to examine the system:
The sudden appearance of shooting skills is a bonus surprise.
But now that Dean thinks about it, there is something wrong with this skill.
At that time, he only shot Bob once, but gained an astonishing 10 points of proficiency.
At the same time, some basic knowledge of using guns magically appeared in his mind, including gun-holding postures and information on several commonly used firearms. He was like a newbie who had learned shooting for a week.
Taking fighting as a reference, the speed of improvement in shooting is extremely abnormal and too fast.
Then there is a possibility.
The proficiency gained by killing targets in battle is far more than ordinary training and actual combat.
But this is just Dean's guess, and he still needs to wait for opportunities for further verification.
…
These gains are still normal.
Dean's biggest surprise is to activate the superpower Shadow of the Past - consuming his own mental power to summon invisible ghosts.
According to Bob's abnormal behavior in the corridor, ordinary people cannot see the existence of shadow at all, and can only be beaten unilaterally. This ability cannot be explained by science and can be called abnormal.
When he thought of this, Dean's mood was filled with ups and downs. The ordinary world was indeed just an appearance.
There must be other supernatural things similar to ghosts.
But he suppressed his excitement and did not rashly summon "Shadow" again.
In just a few minutes in the corridor of Bob's villa, his mental energy was almost drained, and he felt dizzy, as if he hadn't slept for two days and two nights.
The consumption of this ability is unexpectedly large!
Even though he has recovered a little now, Dean still plans to have a good sleep and try summoning again tomorrow to conduct various detailed experiments and tests.
…
Dean read the skill description of Shadow of the Past carefully.
A mutated soul.
Hibernating in the shell of the past.
Wailing day and night.
Influence successors.
"No wonder that every time I thought about Mona, I always lost control of my emotions and behaved abnormally, as if my hands and feet couldn't control my movements. It turns out that there was always a hindrance hidden in my body."
Dean suddenly realized.
However, after the system transformed this crane tail into a superpower, Dean's willpower strangely increased by two points, and as a result, his mental state became more stable.
Dean closed his eyes and once again recalled the sweet memories with Mona from his previous life. Her final tragic fate was like watching a tragic movie.
It’s amazing, although there are still some emotional ups and downs.
But in the pure and passionate love between his predecessor and Mona, Dean now became a complete bystander.
He seemed to have had a thousand heavy burdens lifted off his body, he was no longer haunted by it, and every breath he took felt extremely relaxed.
Dean took out the poster, touched it gently, and stared at the half-length sketch of Mona for a long time: cowboy hat, black hair, and a bright smile like the girl next door.
Dean stood up and hung the Skywalker poster and Mona's portrait on the wall of the hall.
"I'm finally back to normal, and now I'm the real Dean!"
"A super-powered private detective from the future who has not yet started!"
"There shouldn't be any holes left!"
Loophole!
Dean thought of something and looked up at the second floor, his eyes becoming complicated.
Slight snoring came from the bedroom, Rust must have fallen asleep.
Di Jing listened quietly for a long time, shook his head and smiled, and then solemnly whispered to the second floor:
"Last, I owe you a favor, and I will pay you back in the future."
Dean lay on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.
