It's a dark night, a dark corner of the old street.
A strong man in a gray sweatshirt and a mask was pressing a red-haired woman against the wall, and the hot air coming out of his nose slapped her face like a flame.
The right hand with protruding joints covered her mouth hard, leaving red marks, and the other hand roughly pulled the brown trench coat, exposing the skin.
"Hmm..."
The woman struggled desperately, kicked and hit her with her handbag, but it was like hitting steel. The man moved faster and harder because of the stimulation.
The woman closed her eyes in despair, her arms hanging down weakly, tears bursting from her eyes, soaking into the man's big hand with prominent veins.
Boom!
A thunderous exhaust pipe roared, tearing apart the silent night and making people's souls tremble.
The man made a rough move and turned to look behind him.
Boom!
A black motorcycle drove out of the darkness in the distance.
The dim streetlight illuminated a human figure repeatedly twisting the handle of the car.
Wearing a black leather jacket and black leather trousers that concealed his strong figure, black sunglasses and black hair, he looked like a life-threatening knight who had just driven off the highway from hell, exuding an aura of extreme danger.
The man was startled and looked horrified. He left the woman behind and ran away, but how could his legs pass the car faster?
Boom!
The motorcycle shot out and flashed across the thirty-meter long street like black lightning.
The man who was running for his life only felt the sound of a beeping whistle coming behind him instantly, followed by a biting wind and a coldness that froze his soul——
A gun was pressed against the back of his head. At the last moment of his life, a pair of eyes as dark as the abyss appeared in his eyes, like the god of death.
sinner!
I, sentence you——
death penalty!
boom!
The air screamed and blood splattered everywhere.
The man fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.
The motorcycle passed the corpse and drove straight forward without stopping.
The woman who survived the disaster stared at the figure disappearing into the unknown darkness, fell to her knees limply, covered her face and cried loudly.
…
Boom!
Dean drove his motorcycle north along the road, leaving Henderson and returning home to Las Vegas.
Enduring the severe pain of changing from Hispanic to Asian, Dean changed into comfortable pajamas and sat on the sofa, eating canned food to replenish his energy and watching the system prompts, a satisfied smile appeared on his tired face.
"You used Colt M1911A1 and killed... proficiency +8, long-range shooting lv1 (190/200)."
"Micromorphing lv0 (24/100), well, it seems that the previous guess is correct. Mimicry once a week, four hours and eight o'clock in a time can reach full proficiency. Continuing to maintain the transformation will have no effect."
Half a month has passed since the first time he simulated, and the time has entered November. Today is Dean’s third time.
During this period, other abilities were also developed.
Shadow of the Past lv1(42→57/200)
Balance Meditation lv1(93→108/200)
In addition, because he was worried about exposing his identity by driving a white Bronco all the time, Dean spent a thousand dollars to buy an off-brand black motorcycle.
Then he wears the body of a Brazilian and rides a motorcycle around at night, "hunting", looking for crimes being committed, punishing them, and gaining some skill proficiency by the way.
In order not to leave too many traces in the same place, his wandering range expanded from Las Vegas to the surrounding cities of Henderson and Carson City.
All in all, the man who tried to force women tonight was the fourth person he killed after transforming.
Searching for criminals was more difficult than he imagined, but it did not violate principles and improved his abilities. He was very patient.
…
During several simulations, Dean also conducted an experiment on simulation. The damage suffered by the original state and the deformed state did not affect each other.
For example, if the thigh is stabbed after deformation, the injury will not exist after returning to the original body.
The finger was cut when it was in its original form, but the wound did not exist after the deformation.
But after changing back to his original form, the injury was still there.
Based on this characteristic, Dean came up with a powerful way to save his life - completing dangerous tasks while in a deformed state. In this way, even if he is seriously injured, he can recover instantly when he returns to his original form.
Of course, if one dies while in the transformed state, the original body will also be completely dead.
…
Review finished.
Dean took out the Ouija board and Ouija board, skillfully summoned the soul he had just absorbed and interrogated it.
He held the shackle tightly and poked it like lightning, and then, the sinful soul was shattered into slag in a burst of white light.
You destroy a ghost with a shackle, gaining +1 proficiency.
Fighting lv2(87/400)
After the trial, Dean went into meditation to regain his energy. He had a date tomorrow.
…
At eight o'clock in the morning, the lazy sunshine poured into the window, dotting a few spots of light on a handsome face, awakening Dean from meditation.
He just felt refreshed, and the fatigue from last night's sleepless night was gone.
More than a month had passed since the Death Eater incident. The negative impact of the weird howling on him began to subside, and he no longer had nightmares.
Now he can maintain plenty of energy by sleeping every other day.
I got up and washed up, had a hearty breakfast, changed into mature clothes, striped T-shirt, light yellow chinos casual pants, yellow leather boots, called my girlfriend, and drove out.
…
Gretchen's three-story house is outside the white wooden fence.
"Dean, come to my house for Thanksgiving the night after tomorrow?" Thomas Allen put his arm on Dean's arm and smiled warmly on his round face.
"Martina's skill in cooking turkey is so good that you will be able to swallow it with your tongue."
He blinked,
"Come here, I promise to convince Martina to let you stay at home. You can look at the cute photos of Gretchen when she was a child and get along well with her."
"Um, Thomas, are you really okay with pushing your daughter away like this? But I'm sorry to disappoint you." Dean glanced at the fat man helplessly, and blood-connected memories came to his mind, "We never celebrate Thanksgiving. .In my mind, it's a day of mourning."
Thanksgiving, celebrated by Americans everywhere, is terrible and hypocritical for Indians.
Although Dean is a latecomer, he still respects the original emotion.
"Sorry, Dean, I forgot about this." Thomas quickly apologized with an embarrassed smile.
"Why did you hurt Dean's heart?" A middle-aged woman who still has charm walked out of the house, crossed her arms and glanced at her husband. She had light wrinkles on her face, but she had blue eyes, delicate facial features, and a slender figure. Gretchen is quite similar.
As soon as his wife opened her mouth, Thomas looked listless like a student who had made a mistake.
It turns out that Americans also have rake ears.
Dean rolled his eyes and advised sincerely,
"Ms. Martina, don't embarrass Thomas. Don't let him kneel on the washboard. Don't punish him not to smoke for a month. Don't let him be responsible for the dinner for a year."
"Stop!" Thomas looked sad and depressed, "Besides, I forbid you from interacting with Gretchen!"
The three of them chatted here.
A girl in a black dress came over,
"Dang-dang-dang!"
She walked up to Dean and spun around in a circle, her skirt lifted up in the breeze, revealing her long, shining white legs.
The black hair, round silver earrings, and the white plumpness under the V-neck trembled at the same time, like a blooming rose. The tightened waist design made her curves even more stunning.
"How about it, is it suitable?" Gretchen smiled expectantly, her light blue eyes twinkling like stars.
This was the first time Dean saw the other person wearing a skirt, and his eyes lit up.
"Have you seen the sun in the sky?"
"Um?"
"Staring at it for five minutes is how I feel now." Dean stepped forward and hugged her slender waist, gently touching her lips.
Next to her, Martina hugged her husband and watched this scene with relief. She then thoughtfully stepped forward to straighten Dean's collar, with a smile in her eyes.
"Gretchen may be a bit stubborn sometimes. I hope you can be more tolerant of her and have a good time!"
"What you said is wrong. Gretchen is the most reasonable and beautiful girl I have ever seen. Well, because she has such a beautiful and nurturing mother like you."
…
Dean, who coaxed both women into covering their mouths with laughter, heard a lively barking of a dog, and the big golden retriever Coco rushed out of the yard, sticking out his tongue, and headed straight for Dean like a ball of reflective "golden seaweed."
Dean grinned and squatted down in advance, ready to touch the dog's soft belly.
But the barking sound stopped five meters away from him. The big golden-haired black nose twitched twice, and a trace of human doubt flashed in his eyes.
Then the docile smirk on its face disappeared, replaced by obvious lines of anger. It bared its teeth and made a ferocious expression. Its plush body was in a crawling shape, its front paws dug at the ground, and it let out a frightening low roar.
"What's so bad! Keke, don't you recognize Dean after not seeing him for a month? Come here quickly."
Gretchen hugged the dog's head with a straight face and dragged it this way.
"Woooo..."
The golden retriever wailed with its tail between its legs, clawing at the ground with all its limbs to resist, and one man and one dog pulled up a river on the grass.
"Today doesn't seem appropriate. Let's go, Gretchen, I'll come see Coco next time." Dean waved his hand, called his depressed girlfriend back into the car, and drove to the department store in the city center.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to Keke today... It used to be very friendly to everyone, and basically anyone could abduct it."
"Everyone gets angry and uncomfortable sometimes, and dogs are no exception. I understand." Dean turned the steering wheel with one hand and grabbed his girlfriend's spring-green fingers with the other hand and squeezed, "Let's talk about something happy. Why haven’t you seen Abby today? Hasn’t she always been inseparable from you?”
"Abby's family has gone to Rio to visit her grandparents. They have to spend Thanksgiving there before coming back." Gretchen held his hand, interlocking their fingers, with a soft smile on her lips.
"What about the rest?"
"Laster and Britney were busy reviewing their homework and preparing for their last SAT exam. Beck and Jenny were going crazy."
…
Today is Tuesday, there are still two days before Thanksgiving, but it has already entered the holiday season. The streets are full of festive atmosphere, with lights and colorful lights everywhere. People with happy faces gather on the street to chat, and when they get excited, they dance casually with their companions. Dance, strike a pose, take a photo.
A group of children held a "plane dive contest" on the sidewalk with their arms spread wide and buzzing.
Cartoon characters such as Smurfs, Snoopy and the Flower Fairy dressed in doll costumes shuttled back and forth along the streets amid warm cheers and cheers, previewing the grand parade on Thanksgiving Day.
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, the two of them walked through the bustling streets and arrived at the shopping mall in the city center. At this time in the past, there were not many people in the shopping mall, but today there were many more unusual customers.
The crazy shopping month that begins with Thanksgiving has not yet officially begun, but some locals and tourists are already rushing to be early birds, holding large and small bags full of clothes, accessories, snacks...all kinds of gifts for themselves and their families. Also prepare in advance for the person you want to be "thankful" to.
And under the statue in the center of the mall. The popular "Mr. Big White Bear" is blowing up colorful balloons for children for free.
The partner "Mr. Dinosaur" performed the magic trick of "throwing toys in a fancy way and turning them into candies when they land on the ground", and a group of children gathered around them who were smiling so much that they showed their baby teeth.
The atmosphere is warm and wallets are easy to open.
Dean turned around and glanced at his girlfriend beside him and pulled her towards the women's clothing store, but was grabbed by Gretchen. The girl touched the exquisite silver earrings and said seriously,
"Martina told me that this pair of Tiffany earrings is more than she and Thomas earn in a month. It's too expensive. I can't let you spend any more money!"
"As long as you like it."
Dean smiled disapprovingly. He had 8,000 yuan left in the gang's savings after looting it last time.
"Listen, you can't always spend money on me unilaterally, otherwise it's not an equal relationship." Gretchen took his hand and said seriously, "I'll buy you a gift this time. What do you want?" Whatever you choose, I’ve already saved my pocket money for half a year.”
"Isn't it natural for men to spend money to buy gifts for their girlfriends? You don't have to think about saving money for me." Dean was being dragged hard, but he still tried to resist.
"It's not fair. This rule doesn't work here. Now follow my rules." Gretchen pursed her red lips and stared at him stubbornly, her cheeks slightly red with anger.
Is this the legendary true feminism?
What can I say? It's so cute.
Dean followed the local customs and accompanied her to carefully select a few small gifts that were not too expensive.
Finally, at her strong request, Dean chose a camera worth several hundred dollars so that he could take photos when we went out together in the future.
"Gretchen, don't laugh yet. Put your hands on your hips, raise your chin a little more, and step your left leg slightly forward to reveal your sexy long legs."
"Crack!"
Dean pressed the shutter button and captured Gretchen in the camera, leaning against the statue with her big white legs exposed, and funny bulging biceps to highlight her strong and proud figure.
"Perfect!" Dean walked over and hugged the girl's waist with admiration on his face, "You will know when it comes out, Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe will pale in comparison in front of you."
"If fans of the goddess hear it, you will definitely get beaten." Gretchen hugged his arm and curled her mouth, "How about going to see a movie next? Martina said it would be good to have a movie that is famous all over the world."
"Listen to you."
The two cuddled together like conjoined twins and walked to the cinema.
Dean only felt extremely comfortable and warm in his heart.
Well, every time he was with this enthusiastic and generous girl, he clearly felt that his anger was purified, and he could deeply understand what Taimu said about positive emotions resisting negative emotions.
But a soft female voice suddenly sounded from the shopping mall broadcast, interrupting the two people's next arrangement——
"Dear customers and friends, I am very sorry to disturb you. Please note that Macy's Department Store currently has an 8-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a blue jacket and jeans. Tim Cambage is missing. There are clues. Customers, please contact the service center as soon as possible, thank you!"
Everyone tacitly stopped making noises and listened. Only the loud broadcast echoed in the mall.
"I repeat, 8-year-old boy, blue jacket, blue jeans, blond hair, blue eyes... Tim Cambage."
Dean and Gretchen looked at each other, and then a reminder flashed before their eyes.
Trigger emergency - lost child.
On the eve of the holiday, in the busy Macy's shopping mall, a naughty boy got separated from his parents and disappeared. Now, make full use of your ability to find out his whereabouts, bring him back to his parents, or find him quietly Dispose of it.
Difficulty: Easy
Time limit: half an hour
Progress: 0/100
Reward: 30 experience points
Penalty: None
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(End of chapter)
