After Dean's parents disappeared.
Paqui called the police, conducted extensive investigations privately, and even hired a private investigator.
Unfortunately, information was extremely underdeveloped at that time. The only clue he found was that his sister and brother-in-law had entered Hawkins Town.
As for whether he disappeared in the town or disappeared during a certain journey eastward after leaving the town, there is no conclusion.
Paquet's investigation has continued on and off to this day, with little progress.
…
After listening to these words, a reminder quietly passed before Dean's eyes——
You triggered a new event - Bloodline
From Paqui, you learned about the past of your original parents who disappeared eight years ago, and their last whereabouts before they disappeared.
There is an extreme lack of clues and very little hope. If you want to investigate, you can only follow the footsteps they left many years ago and move forward.
This is destined to be an extremely long and difficult investigation with a huge span.
Event Difficulty: Unknown (key information lacking)
Progress (0/100)
Term: no limit
Rewards: Gradually add up
Punishment: None…
You can choose to accept or reject the event.
…
This is the first time Dean has received such an uncertain event. Judging from the description, it will be difficult to come up with a result in months or even years, but the reward must be extremely generous.
In addition, he gained an additional event slot after the last upgrade. After accepting this long-term event, he still has a spare slot left to receive events.
"Accept." Dean muttered silently.
The 0/2 in the event field has been changed to 1/2.
"This is the route they originally traveled," Paquet handed over a map of the United States with markings on it from Las Vegas to the east. "You can try to find it when you have time in the future."
"Yeah." Dean thought that he could drive around along the route after graduation in a few months.
"Okay, everyone, it's getting late, go and rest."
…
The night passed and the next morning dawned.
Dean woke up from meditation and walked down the creaking old stairs to the hall.
Paqui, who was wearing an apron, placed the carefully arranged breakfast on the dining table and sat opposite Dean. His big, calloused hands manipulated small knives and forks, cutting fried eggs and bacon, which looked a bit funny like a big bear playing with embroidery needles. feel,
"I ignored you too much before. From today until I move back to Hawkins, I will prepare nutritious and delicious breakfast for you every day..."
"Nutritious and delicious? Are you treating me as your cooking experiment?" Dean glanced at the unknown black and yellow object on the plate and couldn't help but have questions on his face, but when he took his mouthful, he found that the taste was okay.
His expression softened and he began to look at the tattered vest on the big man's body that was covered in putty.
"I'll go to the shopping mall with you later. Get some suits and casual clothes, and return to your hometown in perfect condition to meet your old classmates. You may be able to rekindle some of your first loves by then."
"What's wrong with my body?" Paquet put his hands on both sides of the plate with his fists, raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "This is the most natural and real state. There is no need to dress up like a polite scum."
"No woman likes a man who is messy and doesn't care about cleanliness." Dean glanced at his gray ponytail, "You still need a haircut. Your hair hasn't been washed for a month, right? You're almost getting lice, oh. , no, I’ve seen lice jumping in there.”
Paqui's face turned dark.
"He's getting smaller and smaller. You used to be so respectful to your uncle, but now you're always making fun of me."
"I am young, but I know how to take care of myself better than you. I have more girlfriends than you and have more experience than you. You are right to listen to me!"
After breakfast, Dean took Paqui to the commercial street to get a haircut and bought a blue suit.
After the makeover, this fierce-looking, slovenly middle-aged man finally gained some masculine charm.
He has a tall and straight figure of 1.9 meters, with bulging muscles under his suit. Although his skin is rough and his face is full of flesh, he looks fierce, but he is very manly and masculine.
"That's right, now you have finally upgraded from not being liked by women to having some compatibility with the opposite sex!"
The big man stared at his new look in the dressing mirror, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head sternly, "No matter how ugly a man is, he will be full of 'charm' after putting on a suit and leather shoes worth two thousand dollars."
"Then I'll make you more handsome," Dean took out the credit card he applied for not long ago, swiped it, and picked up a few bags, "Let's go, continue shopping!"
"What else should I buy?"
“How can a successful man not own a watch?”
…
The two of them made a big purchase and were busy until three o'clock in the afternoon. They lay paralyzed on the car sofa in the same posture, breathing heavily.
Paquet touched the suit on his body and said painfully, "I worked hard to earn a month's income, so I changed into this outfit."
"There are always a few luxuries in life." A trace of aftertaste flashed in Dean's eyes. The moment he swiped his credit card was quite enjoyable. No wonder Americans are crazy about this gadget and spend money in advance. "It's a bit late today. I'll give it to you tomorrow." Buy a car for transportation.”
"What kind of car should I buy? My old car is sturdy."
"If you continue to drive a motorcycle back to your hometown, it will be like saying that you are a pauper on your face. That won't work. You must go back with dignity, buy a house, meet old classmates, and get married."
"Have you planned the rest of my life without my permission?" Paquet's expression was filled with relief and a hint of helplessness. "Are you the uncle, or am I the uncle?"
"Actually, I wouldn't mind switching seniority with you."
"When we get home and go to the yard, I'll let you know who has the final say." Paquet clenched his fists and said harshly, then his face froze, realizing that he could no longer defeat this nephew. "Forget it, I'll go to the shooting range tomorrow and let you see it."
"Don't go tomorrow, go now and help Andre and I buy some weapons and equipment." Dean made the request, "Well, some special stuff."
"Why do you, a high school student, buy those? Are you going to use them?"
"Detectives walk in gray areas. If they are not careful, they may offend people and be hunted. These powerful weapons can give me a sense of security."
"Just talk nonsense."
…
Although Paquet complained in words, he still supported Dean in action.
Struggle field shooting range.
"I haven't seen you for half a year, man, welcome back in good condition," Andre laughed and walked up the road. He opened his hands and gave Pacquiao a bear hug. He looked at him in a black suit in surprise, "You are more energetic. , but why did your dressing style change after you got married?"
"Haha, it's not like that kid from Dean. He made some money and insisted on buying me new clothes. This outfit is worth my monthly income." Paqui complained and put the sleeves of his suit to Andre's nose. On the screen, every wrinkle on his rough face was filled with joy and pride, and he grinned from ear to ear, "He also said that he would support me in buying a car and buying a house in my hometown..."
"Stop! I finally understand. Are you deliberately showing off in front of a lonely old man like me today? I must get you drunk tonight!"
"Wait a minute, Dean wants to buy some weapons from you. For the sake of being an old friend for more than ten years, let us see your collection and give you a discount?"
"That won't work. Friendship is friendship, and business is business."
Dean looked at the two big men arguing in the distance, quietly summoned the shadow, and stared at its illusive and atomized face.
"Man, I spent a lot of money on the happiness of your relatives. Should you repay me? Can you grow faster in the future?"
"Yeah." Ying's dull eyes quietly became firm.
…
Next, with Paquet's lobbying, Andre, the owner of the shooting range, completely opened his private arsenal to Dean.
Dean was dazzled by the cornbush-like array of weapons.
After much consideration, he bought a fully automatic AR-15 that was easy to use.
As well as the MP5 submachine gun, the Remington M870 shotgun, and the most important killer weapon - the bright orange-yellow painted McMillan TAC-50 anti-material sniper rifle with a length of 1448mm and a weight of 11.8kg.
Including a total of two thousand rounds of .45ACP, 5.56mm bullets, 9mm Parabellum pistol rounds, 12-gauge shotshells, and .50BMG rounds.
Extra magazines, night vision scopes and other accessories.
5 oval M26 grenades.
A Kevlar body armor.
Dean spent a total of nearly 10,000 dollars in cash, and his cash deposit dropped to 110,000 dollars.
Because it was a private transaction, the price was higher than through public channels, but everything was worth it. With these weapons and equipment, Dean's combat effectiveness soared significantly.
Then he tried the gun wildly, and the two big men drank whiskey.
…
Until the moon rose, a satisfied Dean took a drunk Paquet and left the shooting range in a car.
Paquet jumped into the passenger seat and said suddenly,
"Boy, have you chosen your target?"
"What goal?"
"A bank? Why did you buy so many arms if you didn't rob the bank?"
"I use it to protect myself." Dean said with a sincere expression.
"Stop lying... Hier... When I came back this time, I found that you had changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you." Paqui's eyes suddenly became sober, "But just like you once said, we are family. , we should support each other, and if you encounter any danger or trouble, tell me."
"Don't worry, I will tell you if I have any difficulties. But now, you should think carefully about what car to buy tomorrow?"
…
Plans never keep up with changes.
Early the next morning, Dean received a call, and the smile on his face turned into a gloomy one.
"I'm sorry Paqui, I can't buy a car with you today." He apologized to his uncle who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. "You can go pick one yourself and I'll give you the card."
"Don't mention that damn car, what's going on?" Paqui put down the dark breakfast with a worried look on his face.
Dean took a deep breath,
"My good friend... Rust's mother Grace is missing."
(End of chapter)
