Dean, who was satisfied to log out of the system, suddenly felt a severe itching on his face.
When he opened his eyes, he faced a red brick wall outside the car window. The car stopped in a remote and narrow alley at some point.
Gretchen, who was in the driver's seat, leaned sideways, narrowed her light blue eyes, and playfully played with his face with her big braids.
"Wait, this isn't Abby's house."
"You sleepyhead with dark circles, are you finally willing to wake up?" Gretchen lowered her head and strode her long legs, straddling the passenger's chair, and looked at him with a wild look, as sharp as an Amazon female warrior preparing to attack. She put her hand on Dean's head and gestured, changing the subject, "Have you grown taller recently?"
"Is this weird?"
Dean gently pushed her hand away, killed the Death Eater and upgraded his skills. He gained a total of two points of physical fitness. After a few days of buffering, his height increased by two centimeters to 1.78 meters.
Moreover, the muscles on the body are stronger and more energetic, so you won't feel tired even if you practice fighting all day long.
"Well, then remember what I promised you before?"
"Save Abby and fulfill any of my wishes?" Dean tilted his head back slightly, trying not to look at the other person's moist lips and feel the wonderful touch of the slender and toned lips.
Ordinary tight sportswear also has a natural beauty on her body.
A fire seemed to be lit in Dean's body, and a trembling torrent was swimming around him. He suddenly became excited uncontrollably.
Well, this is the sequelae left by the Death Eater!
"Now, I'll give you a chance to express your wish. It will be invalidated if it is too late." She stretched out her hands and put them on Dean's shoulders. Her fair and beautiful face approached his face cautiously and slowly, as if she was worried that it would scare him away. Some kind of unusually timid little animal, and then kissed him like a dragonfly while he wasn't paying attention.
"What do I want? I want to spar!"
Dean looked directly into her eyes, not concealing the boiling fire in his eyes. He hooked his fingers with his left hand and quickly adjusted the seat of the car with his right hand and slowly fell backwards.
"Come on, come on, this time, I will defeat you!"
Gretchen pushed his chest and dug her slender fingers into the flesh of his arm.
…
Under the bright and gentle sunshine like spring.
In the simple alley, the stationary car suddenly drove onto the highway, the speed was so fast that it bumped wildly.
A stray dog sleeping in the corner of the alley was awakened by the strange movement, wagging its tail, ran over to the car and howled "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up" as it did.
…
After a wonderful morning.
At noon, the bright sunshine became a bit dazzling.
Dean and Gretchen arrive at Abby's house.
The courtyard surrounded by green vines and full of flowers was full of people. In addition to the group outside the detention center, several nearby neighbors and Gretchen's parents also came to the scene to celebrate Abby's new life.
Several grills were set up in the yard. White smoke rose from the burning red oak and hickory wood, and the aroma filled the air. People were busy flipping barbecues and applying sauces.
Batista and Raj greeted the guests radiantly, as if they were several years younger.
"Why are you so slow?" Rust whispered to Britney, put down the brush and ran in front of them, twitching his nose and looking suspiciously, "Why is your hair wet?"
Gretchen's fair face turned slightly red upon hearing this, and she reached out to tuck a piece of black hair from her temples behind her ears.
Dean grabbed Rust's shoulders and walked into the room, with a satisfied expression on his face, "Gretchen and I took some time to practice fighting. She made great progress, so I gave her some pointers."
…
Britney, who was holding Gretchen's arm on the other side, also had big eyes and reached out to touch her forehead, "Do you have a fever?"
"without."
"You talk so hard that you can't walk steadily. Dean, that... uh... cold-blooded robot, doesn't know how to show mercy. Come on, go inside and rest for a while, and borrow some clothes from Abby to change."
"No need, I'm not familiar with her." Gretchen raised her chin slightly and said something against her will, without slowing down at all.
"I have a bad memory. Who begged Dean to save Abby, and kept claiming to agree to all the conditions?" Britney glanced at her good sisters with a smile on her lips, "Don't be angry, let the past pass. In fact, in your heart I’ve long forgiven Abby.”
"It's not for her. I can't bear to see Uncle Batista and Aunt Raj sad..." Gretchen bit her lip and shook her head, "I have always regarded them as relatives, well, that's it."
The two entered the living room on the first floor. By coincidence, Abby was sitting on the plush sofa watching TV. When she looked back, she met Gretchen's eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely awkward. Gretchen turned her face to the side, with a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint on her lips.
And Abby looked at her former friend blankly.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, strode over and took Gretchen's hand.
"I was wrong in the past, and I apologize to you. But I don't ask for your forgiveness."
"This time I was put in a detention center, experienced threats, intimidation, police disregard, and was treated as a disgusting child killer... Only then did I realize the helpless despair you felt at that time."
"I threw you to that fat pig and abandoned you. I don't deserve to be your sister..."
Abby gritted her teeth, her eyes red,
"If I make you feel sick, then I promise you that I will never appear in front of you again!"
Gretchen stared at the face full of self-blame and was silent for ten seconds. She suddenly turned her face and sighed. Then she raised her heroic eyebrows, threw the braids on her chest back, put her hands on her hips,
"Abby, forget what I reminded you before? Don't say frustrating words, you are no worse than anyone else!"
"No, another person would never have run away and left you behind!"
Gretchen shook her head helplessly after hearing this.
"You always make people worry like this. How long will it take for you to grow up?"
She held Abby's arm tightly and pulled her towards the sofa.
"You, have you forgiven me?" Abby turned to look at her, and that familiar expression made her eyes well up with tears.
"Why, you don't want to reconcile with me?"
"Woo...I...I swear, if I continue to be a coward and disappoint you again, my soul will be taken away by Satan!"
"Remember your promise, there will be no next time. Now lend me some clothes to change!"
Britney looked at the backs of the two sisters side by side, a happy smile appeared on her lips, and followed them.
…
Dean and Rust walked over to an aloe bush, ate potato salad and munched on soft, juicy brisket sandwiches.
Rust hesitated and said, "Are you trying to do two things now? Caroline and Gretchen?"
"Caroline?" Dean stopped chewing and was confused for a moment, "She went to chase her dream and didn't come back for a few months. She didn't have much contact with me. I almost forgot about her."
"And we are still young, so why worry so much? Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."
"Such words are really scumbag," Rusty pointed at Dean's nose with an oily finger, his expression as if he was getting to know his best friend all over again, "Half a year ago, you would blush when talking to a girl, but now you have become a Huge radish?"
"Thank you for the compliment. People will always change. It's better to become a scumbag than to be a bitch."
"A scumbag, a dog licker? It's a very vivid description, but I seriously disagree! Like me and Britney..."
The two were arguing fiercely, and lawyer Lucville came over with a beer belly and two glasses of champagne.
"Let's chat for a while?"
Dean nodded and raised the juice, "No problem, but I don't drink."
"Good habits. If you are so self-disciplined at a young age, your future will be limitless."
The fat man leaned against the flower bed and glanced at Rust, who was leaving.
"I know you are a pragmatic person, so I won't say so many polite words. Dean, I have investigated your past. In the past six months, your experiences have been richer and more exciting than ordinary people in several years."
"First it was Lake Mead, then a murder case, and finally Abby's case. You played a decisive role in all three incidents." Lucville looked at Dean, with a golden light in his eyes, "You are solving trouble. He is definitely a rare talent. Continuing to be a volunteer in the LVPD is a bit of an inconvenience. How about you come over and help me?"
Dean looked at the lawyer in surprise, "I'm sorry, I don't understand Nevada law. I can't help you."
"A mature lawyer should not only provide legal protection for the employer, but also ask acquaintances to help investigate and handle the situation when they encounter difficult problems."
Dean expressionlessly stuffed a piece of barbecue pork shoulder into his mouth.
"So you mean to be a private detective?"
"The nature of the work is similar."
"But I don't have a private detective's license yet. Is it legal to take your job?"
"Forgot what I do? I will solve all legal problems for you." Lucville smiled confidently, "I am fairly well-known in Las Vegas, and employers who can afford me are generally very wealthy. The remuneration given is quite generous. So you will definitely not suffer any loss in terms of treatment. Each case can range from thousands to tens of thousands."
"And this is a part-time job. When there are cases, I help you get commissions. You can arrange your other time freely. It will not affect your daily life and graduation class study."
Dean wiped the grease on his hands with a napkin, "Mr. Lucville, what is your criterion for accepting a commission? Dollars?"
The lawyer sipped the champagne, "All lawyers love money, and I am no exception. But in addition, I also consider the challenges of the assignment, the reputation it can bring to me, and the relationship with the client."
"Just like Abby, I have been friends with her parents for more than ten years. I watched her grow up and loved her as a niece. When I took over the case, the facts of the case were already very clear. All kinds of evidence were very clear to Abby. Extremely disadvantageous, but I couldn’t refuse.”
Dean nodded, this guy still has some human touch.
The lawyer noticed his intention and pursued the victory.
"If you have other concerns, then I will let you know clearly the causes and consequences of each case and let you decide whether to take it or not."
"I can't find a reason to refuse." Dean smiled and shook hands with him. In this way, in addition to lvpd, he had another channel for events. At the same time, this could be regarded as expanding contacts for future work, "But signing the contract Can I take a two-month break? I want to rest until the end of the year."
"No problem." The lawyer raised his champagne glass, touched Dean's juice lightly, and handed out a business card, "I wish us a happy cooperation in advance!"
After putting away the business card, Dean thought, "I have a request. When we were investigating Abby's case, we visited a prisoner named David Lee in San Quentin Prison in California. His experience was almost the same as Abby's. It’s the same, he was wronged.”
"And his testimony played a vital role in us catching the real culprit. Can you try to help him clear his name? We can pay."
The lawyer asked David's personal information carefully, and then looked embarrassed, "I don't have a California lawyer's license, and it is almost impossible to exonerate him. I can only make connections and contact you if there is any progress, otherwise , I can only apologize."
"Well, if you can't clear your name, you can help him improve his situation." Dean said sincerely.
Lucville nodded with a smile, turned around and walked towards the crowd without any hesitation.
…
After the barbecue dinner, Dean and his companions stayed at Abby's house in the afternoon and watched horror movie tapes. After enjoying the adrenaline rush, a group of people turned on the radio and danced in the yard like crazy to let off steam.
In the evening, Dean drove alone to Jenny's house on Old Street in the South District.
Crunch——
The door opened, and the owner inside saw the visitor clearly, with an expression of surprise on his old cheek.
"Come in, Dean, you're just in time!"
Tribeca pinched Dean's hand at her waist, pulled him towards the kitchen, her old body walked vigorously,
Dean immediately realized something was wrong and his expression changed drastically.
"I-I've had dinner!"
The old man looked back and smiled, kind wrinkles appearing on his smooth face.
"Young people have good digestion, so it doesn't matter if you eat more. This time there is no beans, pork and rice, but it is still a traditional delicacy not to be missed!"
Dean rubbed his belly stuffed with barbecue and sat down at the dining table with a frown. A moment later, he was filled with fried black bananas, a very sticky black bean and smoked bacon soup, and fried golden and crispy fish.
He took a sip of the bacon soup, hoping it would speed up his digestion.
"So you defeated that demon?" The old man put his hands on his knees and looked at him lovingly, just like looking at his grandchildren who had accomplished some great feat.
"Although the process was difficult, the evil has ended, and that thing can no longer cause evil." Dean said sincerely, "Your suggestions helped me a lot."
"Don't be modest, you are the most amazing person. I have lived for more than sixty years, and this is the first time I heard that someone has caught the Death Eater." The old man wiped a few muddy tears from the corners of his eyes, caressed his chest and closed his eyes as he chanted The eulogy was read in Spanish, but Dean didn't understand it.
"Don't worry, I will keep everything secret for you and bring everything into the coffin." The old man solemnly promised and asked, "Now tell me, what are the similarities and differences between the devil and the description in the book?"
"More powerful. In addition to its ability to transform and arouse human inner demons, it also has strong vitality and super resilience. It is difficult to kill it with ordinary firearms aimed at its vital points."
"Its body is different from what is described in the book. It is a medium-sized humanoid creature. Its skin is covered with dark green scales and folds. Its texture is like a melted candle."
"After the Death Eater takes the form of someone else, you can still kill it by cutting off its head and destroying its brain."
Dean simplified the process of his fight with the Death Eater and the supernatural details, and left nothing else out.
And Tribeca sat on the sofa next to her, took out a large book and a pen, and started adding and deleting.
The two chatted and recorded at the same time, half an hour later.
Dean unknowingly finished half a bowl of grilled bananas and three pieces of grilled fish.
With his powerful physical attributes and iron talent, his level as a big eater has skyrocketed.
Tribeca put down her pen and looked at the new clay figurine-like image and the large section of new explanations in the book, smiling with satisfaction.
Dean then asked,
"There should be more than one Death Eater, right?"
"Well, the exact number is unknown, but they seem to be used to being alone."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to worry about retaliation from his kind. As soon as he felt relaxed, another place name that Taimu had mentioned came to his mind.
"Do you know where Limbo is?"
"Let me think about it...well, it is recorded in most religious doctrines that believe in Jehovah," Tribeca raised her reading glasses. "That place is located between heaven and hell. It is also called the Wanderer's Forest. There is no punishment for sin. And no soul blessed with God can linger here.”
Dean mused, Limbo, Wanderer's Wood?
Could the green forest Alvin saw during his near-death experience be Limbo?
Tribeca continued,
"I personally don't really believe in the so-called good spirits and evil spirits, heaven and hell. If they really exist, they should represent other dimensions."
Dean nodded and would find out more if he had a chance in the future.
"Tribeca, the Death Eater case is over. Can you tell me stories about other legendary species? For example, Wendigo, werewolf, vampire..."
Some of these legendary species really exist and thus leave traces in history, while others are purely fabricated by humans.
There happens to be an expert right in front of you. Learn more knowledge from her to increase your reserve of inspiration, so that you won't be confused again when encountering corresponding cases in the future.
"Are you going to be a monster hunter?" Tribeca quietly added a bowl of soup to him.
"Maybe, but I only attack evil monsters." Dean smiled, "So we have agreed? I will spend a few nights a week to communicate and learn with you."
"You're always welcome, kid."
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