On a summer morning, the soft sunlight shines through the glass window in the hall to the dining table. A man in a white shirt is inhaling noodles like a storm. The thin red oil makes him sweat profusely, and his handsome cheeks are flushed. But he couldn't help but moan happily.
Holden drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, threw down the glass-smooth noodle bowl, patted his belly and let out a satisfied sigh.
Dean wiped the oil on the table and looked at the thick bags under his eyes and the rough stubble on his chin.
"The case of the Red Dragon Club is not over yet? At what stage has it reached?"
"Come on, Bradley Lincoln has led everyone to search the entire Las Vegas, but found nothing."
"But he not only investigated the Red Dragon Club case, but also reviewed all the homicide files received by the LVPD from last year to this year, including the James Lowe and Son case, the Abby case..."
"What does he want to do by digging up these irrelevant old cases?" Dean stood up and walked to the glass window in the hall, looking at the vegetation in the yard,
"You cleaned up the scene very well, and I helped you tie it up again. As long as you don't mess around in Las Vegas recently, Bradley won't be able to get any valuable clues."
Holden held his chin with his fingers intertwined, looked at his friend's silent back and shook his head, his eyes were complicated for a moment.
"And he has not said a single word about it so far. There is a high probability that he will leave in despair soon."
Dean rubbed his temples, his expression still tense.
"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on it for you. By the way, I have another important message to inform you," Holden paused, "In another week, almost mid-June, my 'exile period' That’s it, it’s time to return to Quantico, Virginia, to continue my FBI job and study criminal psychology with my old colleagues.”
"So soon, isn't there still a few months left before one and a half years?" Dean looked surprised.
"I have behaved well during this period. My sentence was reduced and I was 'released' early." Holden smiled happily and stood up and patted Dean on the shoulder, only to find that this high school student had grown taller than him in less than a year. More burly, taller, and with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"That's it for today. It's time for me to go back to the bureau. I'll come see you for a meal before I leave."
"I'll give you a ride."
Dean changed his clothes and drove Holden away.
Then he drove to Gretchen's house and picked up his girlfriend and Abby as agreed.
"You know, my parents might be on TV." Abby sat down in the back row and immediately beamed.
"What happened?" Gretchen asked curiously, "Did your parents win the lottery?"
"Some time ago, a program crew from the East Coast came to my house to interview me about the case in which I was wrongfully accused last year." Abby explained, "They specialize in filming bizarre folklore stories."
That case last year?
Dean recalls the Death Eater case.
"Wait a minute, isn't that case confidential in LVPD?" Dean was surprised, "Where did the East Coast program team get the inside information?"
"I don't know about this," Abby shook her head, "but there is no airtight wall in the world."
"Then what did your family and the show team talk about?" Dean asked instead,
"Haha, the main thing is to express my gratitude to you." Abby said seriously, "If Detective Dean hadn't come out and caught my 'clone', I would have spent the rest of my life in prison."
"I accept your gratitude," Dean glanced at Abby's smile in the rearview mirror and solemnly warned, "But if you really want to thank me, next time someone interviews you, don't mention me a word, you know I Get used to being low-key.”
"Okay, savior, I promise you."
…
After a small interlude.
The trio arrived at the mall.
Today is the weekend.
People come and go in the shopping mall, especially young high school students aged 17 or 18, who are dressed up and having fun, or couples carrying big and small bags with big smiles.
Through the corner of the package, the smooth outlines of the new clothes could be faintly seen.
In June, graduates of both public and private high schools in Las Vegas will start picking out their prom attire.
As the most formal dance in high school, everyone will go all out and strive to be the most perfect version of themselves.
…
"Hi, beauties and handsome guys, are you all ready?" Jenny, a black girl sitting on the street with her dreadlocks swaying, came over and took Abby and Gretchen's arms, smiling brightly.
Behind her, Britney, Rust, and Baker were smiling and waving.
"Let's go, everyone, pick out new clothes!"
…
"So, you and Britney have reconciled?" Dean looked at Britney holding hands with his good sisters in front of him, and gave a thumbs up to Rust, who had a shy smile on his face. He shook his head again,
"Not yet, Britney said to watch my performance!"
"That's fun, come on."
The group entered a clothing store called Nancy's in the shopping mall to first let the girls choose formal prom dresses.
The racks are filled with all kinds of prom dresses, in various colors and styles, and the prices are not expensive, ranging from fifty dollars to two hundred dollars.
The four women were as excited as if they had entered a jewelry store, biting their ears and chattering, choosing, discussing, and then trying on clothes.
"Look at me, how about this one?!"
Jenny boldly changed into a Death Barbie pink dress with a single layer of lotus ruffles. A hearty smile appeared on her dark-skinned face, and her big white teeth made all her friends dizzy.
"It's suffocating, more dazzling than the sun in the sky," Baker boasted as if he wanted nothing. He hugged his girlfriend's arm and said in a different tone, "But it's not a good thing to be too sharp. I think you can give it a try. Elegant and noble style.”
Baker pointed to a light blue dress next to her.
"This one is very good."
"Does everyone think so?" Jenny held up the hem of her skirt with obvious reluctance,
"The light blue one suits you better," Dean said boldly, rubbing his chin. The dark skin paired with Death Barbie pink was too lethal and too coquettish. Wearing this outfit to a dance would easily make people hate him.
"OK."
"What about me?" Britney was wearing a white dress, with a lace waist corset on her upper body. Her delicate collarbones and snow-white skin were clearly revealed, and half of her full arc was faintly revealed. Her lower skirt There are several fluffy skirts full of texture on the top.
Her flowing blond hair and hot figure, coupled with her delicate and cute face with a hint of embarrassment, make her cute and sexy at the same time.
"Welcome, Your Highness Snow White." Abby followed Jenny and Gretchen in exaggeratedly raising her skirt and curtsying.
The eyes of the three boys all flashed with astonishment.
"Why are you so dazed? Come over and say some nice words!" Dean, who was the first to wake up, pushed Rust, who looked straight at her, in front of Britney.
The girl put her hands behind her waist and looked at him with bright eyes.
"You, uh, are more brilliant than the stars in the dark night!" Rust was at a loss for words at this time, and he uttered a few words with a trace of embarrassment on his face, "I bought this as a gift. for you!"
"It's okay, I'll buy it myself later." A trace of disappointment flashed in Britney's eyes, and she shook her head with a smile, "Well, you need money more."
"Don't worry, I'm not short of money." Rust's face suddenly turned red as if he was stimulated.
"Hey, man, don't make a decision in a hurry." Dean came over and hugged Rust's shoulders, "Let your girlfriend choose carefully."
"Sisters, you are still one hair style away from becoming a real princess." Jenny and the three of them took Britney into the fitting room with gel water and curling irons in time.
"Thanks, man," Rust looked gratefully at Dean who helped him out, "but please believe me, I will have a lot of money."
Baker came up from behind and put his arm around his left shoulder, "I don't mean anything else, but where does your money come from?"
In their memories, Rust lost his mother and his family was bankrupt. He could only live in Dean's house and only earned a few hundred dollars a month from working at the shooting range.
Rust looked at the shaking cloth in the fitting room and said hesitantly,
"Some time ago, when I was getting off work from the Struggle Field Shooting Range, someone came to me and asked about the murder of Grace."
"Who?" Dean thought of the new FBI inexplicably, "Is it a thin and tall black-haired man?"
Rust shook his head, "A female lawyer, she promised to help me claim compensation from Al Daris, who killed Grace."
"But isn't Al already dead?"
"But he left a lot of inheritance, such as the Red Dragon Club building, bank deposits and stocks. The fact that he killed Grace is very clear. According to the lawyer's opinion, I can get at least one hundred thousand dollars from this lawsuit. ." Rust said in a deep voice through gritted teeth, "I plan to sue him as soon as I graduate."
"I support you 100%. Just ask me for anything you need me to do." Baker and Dean expressed their opinions at the same time. "If you get this money, your future tuition fees for community college and police academy will be covered."
…
The three of them were talking here.
Several girls walked out of the fitting room one after another.
Britney's bangs on her face were all tied back and she styled a simple princess hairdo, adding a touch of fairy spirit to her cuteness and sexiness.
Abby's hair that reached her neck was tied back, and she changed into a flamenco-style pale white dance skirt with ruffles and an extra-long hem. Her slender waist was particularly conspicuous, and the previous airport also had a touch of exquisiteness. With ups and downs, coupled with a delicate and smooth little face, she has the charm of a girl next door.
But the most eye-catching of the girls is the last one.
Gretchen's dress is very simple, without any fancy decorative patterns, just a black sleeveless tight dress.
But those thrilling curves, slender thighs, skin as white and smooth as jade, and gorgeous facial features are perfectly combined into a youthful and invincible sexy goddess.
The three boys' cheeks felt hot.
Shhh——
A man passing by outside the store accidentally caught a glimpse and immediately gave a loud whistle.
"The four beauties really put us mortals to shame." Baker sighed and glanced at Dean and Rust, "We'd better go and play by ourselves."
It was rare for Abby to be praised by the opposite sex. She was so happy that she covered her mouth and giggled.
Gretchen turned around generously and continued to show off. Only then did Dean realize that there was a secret hidden behind her simple skirt - completely exposing her smooth and beautiful back.
"I'm going to die." Dean looked straight at Gretchen, clutching his chest grandiosely, taking two steps back as if he had been shot through the heart, breathing rapidly, his voice trembling, and then he stared blankly like a blind man. Reaching out to touch the air, "I can't breathe and I can't see. God, my eyes are blinded by the boundless beauty. Ladies, come and heal me!"
"come on."
Rust looked at the two friends who were exaggerating with envy. He was obviously not stupid, but he became confused when facing his sweetheart.
"Bold! Three little pawns!" Jenny, in a light blue dress, held her head high with her hands on her hips like an African queen, and ordered at them, "Why don't you come here and put on your shoes for the queens!"
"Yes queen!"
…
After spending two hours in the women's clothing store, the girls bought a prom dress and high heels. The average cost was about two hundred dollars. They ended up paying for it themselves. There is no rule here that the boys have to pay for the girl.
Then it was the turn of Dean and the three of them to choose suits for the ball, and the process was relatively smooth.
Suits don’t have as many variations as prom dresses and are more the same.
And the focus of the prom is always the girls.
So the three of them were super fast, and basically one of them tried two or three sets before choosing one.
Because the graduation prom is a very formal occasion, Baker, who has always preferred individuality, did not choose those flashy styles.
He honestly bought a black suit, tie, and leather shoes with Dean and Rust, and the cost was about the same as the girls.
In addition, Rust and Baker also borrowed hair wax from the store to straighten their fluffy and curly instant noodle hair and pot-top hair into a shiny, mature-looking hair.
Dean's black cunt is too short and doesn't need to be dealt with.
But his inverted triangle figure allowed him to hold up his suit perfectly, which made the girls look amazing.
…
Three energetic young men and four youthful girls left the clothing store and went straight to the flower shop for a few rounds.
According to tradition, in addition to suits and prom dresses, boys also need to wear collar flowers on their suit jackets and girls wear hand flowers at the graduation prom.
Moreover, it is best for a pair of dancing partners to have the same color.
However, because the shelf life of this thing is very short, they just choose a rough color now, and wait until the day of the prom to buy the collar flowers and hand flowers and store them in the refrigerator to keep fresh.
Dean and Gretchen quickly selected the blue tulip.
Beck and Jenny picked out red roses.
Rusty Britney White Chrysanthemum.
"What color did you choose?" Britney asked Abby curiously. Among the seven people, she was the only one who did not invite a male dance partner. Who should the hand flower match?
"You'll know when the time comes." Abby smiled mysteriously and glanced back quietly, "Anyway, this ugly duckling like me couldn't invite a dance partner, so I can only borrow the boyfriends of the white swan sisters to dance. Any color is fine. "
…
"We have to rent a car. On the day of the prom, we will first take the car to someone's house to put on makeup, make all preparations, and then go to the venue." After leaving the flower shop, Baker came up with another bold idea, "I think Ferrari is good."
"Are you stupid? Can a Ferrari seat seven people?" Jenny rolled her eyes.
"The extended Lincoln is enough to accommodate the seven of us." Britney offered another idea, "Well, then we can go to my house to do makeup together?"
"Everyone, is it worth it?" Dean felt that the lengthened Lincoln was too high-profile. "Don't we all have cars? Why rent a car to be rich?"
"The graduation prom is one of the most important proms in life, and we have never attended it in the past few years!" Gretchen strangled his neck dissatisfied, "I have to take a luxury car to satisfy myself."
"I know you like to keep a low profile, but your worries are unnecessary. There will be many luxury cars rented by classmates parked outside the venue, and it's late at night, no one will care what kind of car others drive." Britney advised gently. ,
"That's right, our school is just a poor public high school. Unlike other private schools that can hold their graduation prom on the top floor of a luxury hotel or on a cruise ship, and we don't have that many seafood dinners, renting a luxury car is our last resort!"
Rust stretched out his hand, and the remaining six hands rested on the back of his hand one by one.
"I decided to lengthen the Lincoln!"
…
Dean shook his head and smiled, "Well everyone, I'll pay for the rental of the car."
He still has over 100,000 lying unused in his account.
"Ahhhh!" Jenny opened her mouth jealously and bit her, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh, "I don't care, I'm going to kill you, a nouveau riche, before graduation!"
Everyone nodded in sympathy, and six pairs of eyes with the same hatred were aimed at Dean.
The latter crossed his arms over his chest and smiled happily,
"Feel free to come over, I can bear it!"
(End of chapter)
