You destroyed a ghost, proficiency +1, fighting level 2 (136→137/200).
Dean watched Tegan Fran's soul shatter into pieces and disperse into the air, retracted the stiletto, and turned his gaze to the bright sky outside the window.
The soul interrogation verified that the guy wasn't lying.
But it is a pity that yesterday, the three of them searched all night along the streets and parking lots of Lake Las Vegas where Teigen revealed the mysterious guest's residence. Even the shadow of the DR-4539 off-road vehicle was nowhere to be seen. did not find.
The lake area is really not small. If you search randomly, it will be difficult for the three of you to find clues in a short time.
Dean sighed, left home, and got into the car on the side of the road.
Paquet was leaning on the passenger seat with his eyes closed, while Rust was looking out the window quietly, his eyes bloodshot after not sleeping all night, with a blush on his face, looking tired and excited.
After shooting that scum, his original immature temperament faded away, and his whole person suddenly became much more mature and stable.
"Have you finished taking a shower?" Rust urged, "How about we kidnap Scarface's boss, the owner of Casino Royale? He must know more about the mysterious guest!"
"Ahem... How can it be that simple?" Paqui turned his head and glanced at Rust in surprise. Not long ago, he was a high school student who had just killed someone. Now he was striding wildly to kidnap him for the second time. Was it for him? Too exciting?
"The casino owner is not a little guy like Tegan. He must have several bodyguards around him. The risk of kidnapping him will be at least ten times higher. If we are not careful, we will be buried in it."
"The owner of the casino doesn't know the information about the mysterious guest either," Dean had already asked the answer from Tegan's soul, "Let's go back to the LVPD first. We have been asking for clues in the past few days. His sudden absence today may arouse suspicion. You still have to pretend.”
"I'll ask Holden to help find the license plate number."
…
LVPD equipment room.
Dean and Rust bought a large bag of sumptuous breakfast as usual and pretended to ask,
"Have you found the whereabouts of Scarface?"
Karl shook his head regretfully,
"I have a feeling that Scarface is not from Las Vegas."
Dean looked at his expression carefully to make sure he wasn't lying, but he was convinced that someone else in the LVPD was covering up for Tegan.
"Back to the topic," Karl said, "There are two new pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one should I listen to first?"
"bad news."
"This is the surveillance video sent by the patrol..." Holden, who had been staring at the TV screen, turned around and hooked the two of them. There were two faint black bags under his eyes, making him look older. How old.
A parking lot and the familiar F-150 appeared on the screen.
"The patrol found Grace's car at a gas station in California...it had been parked there for more than 48 hours, but there was no one in the car, and Grace's whereabouts are unknown."
Dean nodded, which was consistent with what they learned from Tegan last night. Grace was picked up by the mysterious guest in another car.
"So, this video proves that Grace has entered California. This has become an interstate case. The LVPD can only use a process that is more complicated than quantum mechanics to apply for assistance from the FBI?"
"It's a pity, but that's all."
"The good news is... Grace stopped at the gas station briefly before she disappeared." Holden changed a surveillance video, and the scene changed from the parking lot outside the gas station to a gas station store with a variety of products.
Grace was standing in front of a row of shelves selecting products.
"Watch the store entrance..."
A man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and a mask covering his entire face, including his hair, entered the store.
Go straight to the row of shelves behind Grace.
Dean unconsciously moved closer to the screen.
The arms of this guy with his head hidden but his tail exposed are very muscular, and the sweatshirt cannot hide the strong outline, which is somewhat inconsistent with his well-proportioned figure.
"The second person that comes in has a problem."
"You saw it. He stayed behind Grace for a full minute."
Holden pressed pause and pointed at Grace's face in the screen.
The picture reflowed, and the three pairs of eyes vaguely saw Grace's opening and closing lips.
"Grace was communicating back to back with this hooded man."
Dean originally just came to the LVPD for a casual encounter, but he didn't expect an unexpected surprise. This sneaky hooded man was most likely the mysterious guest who asked Grace to go out for an appointment.
Holden pressed the fast forward button, and the screen jumped a few times. The hooded man and Grace walked out of the surveillance range from the west side of the parking lot one after another until they disappeared without a trace.
…
"You two, don't be so discouraged." Carl patted the hamburger residue on his hands and consoled him, "At least we know the height and body shape of the suspect. We can ask the police brothers in California for help first."
Dean forced a smile, this clue would not help them quickly find the DR-4539 off-road vehicle.
"There are more clues than these." Holden chewed the hot dog and suddenly smiled enigmatically, "Look carefully at the hooded man. He contains a lot of information."
"About five feet and eleven inches tall, of medium build, with unusually thick arms?" The two of them glanced at the image on the screen.
"Details! The first joint of his left middle finger."
"It looks like a Band-Aid, a bandage? What does this mean, that the finger was injured?" Rust looked at Holden with a confused look on his face, while Dean touched his knuckles and fell into thought.
Holden didn't answer and let the scene continue, then pause again.
The man's right hand on the screen picked up a small product and looked at it. The three of them could just see the palm and fingertips of his right hand.
"Pay attention to the first section of his right index finger."
"Deep and thick calluses." Dean guessed. "Are the calluses on the index finger of the right hand and the wound on the knuckle of the middle finger of the left hand related to the suspect's job?"
"That's right."
Holden smiled approvingly, "The back of the middle finger of the left hand cannot be injured by most people, but the chef may cut this piece of meat when cutting ingredients."
Dean and Rust looked at each other, suddenly,
"The callus on the first part of the index finger of the right hand is a symbol of a professional chef. He holds a kitchen knife, washes vegetables, cuts vegetables, and stirs. Repeating these actions over time, the fingers will initially develop blisters. When the blisters are worn away, Calluses develop over time. Also, this guy's arms are really thick, beyond the size for his size. He uses his hands a lot at work."
Holden paused, and his eyes with dark circles glowed with confidence,
"All these details add up, and I'm 90% sure... He is a skilled chef, and he is not only proficient in Western food."
Dean and Rust looked at each other with a hint of excitement in their expressions.
This mysterious guest is actually a chef?
That meant he likely worked for a restaurant, an important piece of information that narrowed their search in the Lake Las Vegas area.
Next, they should search all the restaurants in the area!
The investigation progress jumped to 65%!
Dean gave Holden a thumbs up, "An ordinary surveillance video can actually analyze so much hidden information."
"When you get older and have more experience, you will be able to see it."
"Ahem..." Karl touched the bare Mediterranean Sea and comforted him in a slightly embarrassed voice, "You two, the clues are almost in front of you."
"As you can see, due to agency regulations and manpower pressure, we cannot go to California. But Holden and I will continue to collect clues locally."
"Thank you, you helped me a lot."
"Don't be so naughty, kid."
"Last, be strong, your life has not begun yet."
"I understand, but Grace must still be alive!"
…
After a while, while going to the bathroom, Dean took the opportunity to quietly hand the license plate number to Holden and asked him to help find it privately.
Then he left the LVPD and returned to the car to share his gains with Paquet.
"Not all of these police officers are trash." A trace of surprise flashed in Paqui's eyes, "Let's go and find a restaurant in the Lake District."
…
The Lake Las Vegas area is built around an artificial lake on the edge of Lake Mead. It is not as bustling and noisy as the strip, but it has beautiful scenery and a quiet environment. It is a vibrant resort with a country club atmosphere.
Mostly villas and residential areas.
This time, after the three of them drove all the way to the Lake District, they bought a yellow page and began to check the addresses of various hotels and restaurants recorded on it.
The three of them drove along the food streets one after another, looking for the black off-road vehicle DR-4539.
Occasionally, Dean would enter the building and use his perspective to detect whether there were any staff members with similar physical features to the man in the hood and mask in the surveillance video in the morning.
…
But from about nine o'clock in the morning until three o'clock in the afternoon, more than 60 houses were investigated and all suspicions were eliminated.
"How many families are left?" Rust looked at the dim sky with some despair. When the cold wind blew outside the window, he shrank his shoulders.
"Thirty-five." Dean closed the yellow pages and looked at Paqui, "Are all the restaurants in this yellow page?"
"Not necessarily, some have not registered. In short, hurry up and try to find the target before dark."
…
The light in the sky is getting darker and darker.
The car traveled all the way through Lakeside Street and the lanes between the buildings, visiting thirty-two stores.
As they continued on their way, Bronco suddenly slowed down.
"What's up, man?"
"Next to that house!" Dean pointed to a black SUV under the palm trees behind the guardrail on the street.
"DR-4359! Falco, it was the one that took away Grace!" Rust screamed excitedly and immediately covered his mouth.
Next to the vehicle, there is a multi-story single-family building, located in a remote and uninhabited place. There are no other buildings within a few hundred meters nearby - the pure black glass doors and windows of this building are tightly closed, making it difficult to see clearly. interior decoration.
Two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses were guarding the door. They were tall, capable, and had stern faces. They had obviously received professional military training.
"Is this a restaurant?"
"Well, Red Dragon Club, that's what it says here." Paquet looked at the yellow pages, "But it doesn't seem to be open to the public."
Dean frowned, and from God's perspective, he saw that the two bodyguards were equipped with two guns under their black suits, and there were cameras mounted above their heads.
What impressed him even more.
In the center of the two cameras, there is a signboard. The red lines depict a lifelike giant dragon, covered with rouge-like red scales. Its pupils are shining like rubies. It stands upright, vibrates its wings, and has a long neck. Xiao seemed to be flying out of this background, spewing flames to his heart's content, burning the world to ashes.
And its name is engraved on its curved and circling dragon horns - Dragon Rougue (Red Dragon)
Pure black door, red dragon, blood-like scales.
Dean was in a daze for a moment, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu.
The letters above the head are Dagon Rougue, DR, red dragon.
Where has he seen it.
The brain is racing.
Dean held his breath, and a golden invitation flashed in the air in front of his eyes. It was a golden invitation with unknown meaning that he found in the safe of hunter Leighton Stone's family!
The pattern and letters on the invitation are exactly the same as the door of this building!
The original corresponding location is here!
The progress jumped to 70%!
What is the connection between this Red Dragon Club and Leighton Stone?
Dean thought of a nightmare possibility, turned pale, and then shook his head.
When he tortured the souls of Leighton Stone's family, the family clearly confirmed that there were no other hunters in Las Vegas.
So it shouldn't be.
"Man, what's wrong with you? You look bad."
Rust glanced back at him, and then looked at the black building with fighting spirit, where Paqui was talking to the doorman.
"I'm thinking about how to get in." Dean sighed.
…
"You can't get in." Paquet returned to the car. "I have confirmed that this is a private club and is not open to the public. Only members and invitees are allowed to enter."
"Member?" Rust was curious,
"You can only enter the event with some kind of identity token, invitation, invitation letter, or membership card." Paquet said, "There seems to be an event tonight. We have to plan well and sneak in carefully."
After hearing this, Dean looked at the description of the incident again and asked that Rust must be taken along to find the answer. He felt a deep malice, but he had to speak,
"What if I have an invitation?"
(End of chapter)
