"Great destiny favors you..."
"North...Athabasca."
Well…
A muffled groan.
Dean sat up from the bed, panting and wiping off the cold sweat. He went down to the first floor. Paqui, who was busy in the kitchen, threw a steaming "hidden weapon" casually.
"Remember the little store in town where Joyce worked? You drove up to pick someone up outside the store and he took you around Hawkins."
"Who?" Dean grabbed the toasted bread and chewed it.
"Jonathan Byers, Joyce's eldest son, is currently on summer vacation. He is bored and spending time with him. You can also enlighten that shy boy by the way." Paquet rubbed his wrist, which still had some stains on it. Bruises from last night's fiasco.
Dean's physical fitness has exceeded the limit of ordinary people, and his level 3 fighting skills are also at the peak level of human beings. He can't say that he can tear apart a Gundam by hand, but he can also compete with the nocturnal species in close combat.
Paquet's physique and fighting skills were already among the best among humans, but in the face of perversion, he tragically suffered a five-game losing streak in wrestling.
"Male..." Dean joked, "Can't you arrange a beautiful tour guide for me?"
"How can you get your turn when there is a beautiful tour guide? It's settled. Go as soon as possible after eating. I still have to go to work to find someone."
…
Dean changed into a gray baseball shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
Looking in the mirror, after absorbing a little bit of strength from the hedgehog head not long ago, the clothes have become obviously tight. The muscles under the clothes are like barriers, and the outline is more distinct. With a height of over 1.8 meters, he looks not as good as The gym trainer is so big, but he is also stronger than the average person.
Dean drove out, bathing in the breeze and lazy morning light, and drove slowly along the green road in the community to the store in the town. A rustic fifteen or sixteen-year-old in a yellow jacket and jeans. young man is standing in front of the store.
He has messy bangs, slightly raised cheekbones, and deep-set eye sockets. He has a rectangular Kodak camera hanging around his neck. He exudes a decadent and literary temperament that transcends his age.
"Jonathan?"
"Dean?" Jonathan lowered his head and smiled shyly.
Dean nodded, opened the passenger door and let him in. He waved to Joyce who was smiling at them through the glass wall of the store.
"Relax, I'm not a monster, I won't eat you..." Dean handed him a mint-flavored POLO candy.
"Sorry, there are very few new faces in town, so I'm not used to it..." Jonathan sipped the candy in his mouth, "Where do you want to go next?"
"Take a look around what you think is the most interesting place." Seeing that the other person was still tense, Dean looked at the camera in front of the other person's neck and asked, "Do you like taking pictures?"
"Of course! Photography can help us capture memories and summarize a wonderful story into a small photo. This requires extremely high sensitivity and observation... The whole process is full of imagination..." Jonathan began to talk endlessly about himself After learning about my photography experience, I gradually gained a hint of confidence in my tone.
Dean just drove the car and chatted with him, using this boy to practice some of the little talking skills he learned in the private detective training.
Choosing the topic according to his preferences and occasionally complimenting him, Jonathan, a gloomy boy, had never met such a considerate and kind peer. He unknowingly lowered his psychological defense and began to actively communicate and share some family information.
Jonathan's parents divorced when he was young, and he lived with his mother Joyce and his brother Will.
Joyce was busy working to support her two sons, even skipping Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving, and spending all her remaining energy on her younger son, Will.
So Jonathan sadly fell to the point where his father was absent and his mother didn't care. His personality became withdrawn and unsociable, and he became what is commonly known as a campus weirdo.
…
The car drove to the shopping mall in the center of town.
"Stop, take some photos here?"
Jonathan and Dean ran to the shade behind the potted plants at the entrance of the shopping mall and hid in it. He quietly raised the camera and pointed it at the crowd of customers coming in and out.
It's summer vacation.
Most of the people who visit the mall are female students from Hawkins Middle School. They wear cool denim skirts and small vests, showing off their smooth calves and slender waists, and their rosy faces are eye-catching.
Although the girls in rural towns are not as sexy and fashionable as those in Las Vegas, they still exude youthful vitality.
Jonathan is obviously a "battle-hardened" veteran, and the shooting location he chose is extremely hidden, and the models in the shot have no idea at all.
From time to time, he giggled because he captured a satisfying moment,
"You were taking secret photos." Dean lowered his voice and interrupted Jonathan's interest. The latter immediately explained with a stiff face, "After the photos are developed, I will not spread them randomly. I will keep them for myself."
"Don't be nervous, I mean you can't just be happy for yourself," Dean patted him on the shoulder, squatted down, as if he had awakened some special hobby, and looked at the beautiful girl passing by with shining eyes, his tone was inexplicably excited, " Also teach me how to take beautiful photos of women?”
"No problem, grab the camera..." Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief and patiently explained the basic photography operations. "Do you see the tall and beautiful girl on the left? Take a photo of her... Pay attention to the lighting in the mall... It's best to backlight …Yes, you have some talent as a photographer.”
"Aim at the pretty girl next to the optical shop."
"She's so thin that she's almost turning into a mummy. How can she be considered a beauty?" Dean took back the camera and shook his head, "From my perspective, dating a girl like this would be a bone-crushing experience... Uh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a girlfriend. .”
Jonathan's face became even more melancholy;
"Look at the salesperson next to the ice cream counter. The sweat from exercise just highlights the curves of the waist and hips. This is a real beauty..." Dean was talking, and he saw the ice cream salesperson wearing a blue and white striped sea soul shirt. The lady turned around, and an extremely familiar face came into view.
Why is it her?
The next second, Dean greeted Jonathan and walked directly to the ice cream display cabinet, knocking on it.
“Two vanilla ice creams…”
The petite ice cream saleswoman smiled brightly and turned her head, her pupils shrank, and she covered her red lips in surprise, "Wait, I know you, you are not Dean Lu from Lake Mead, how come you..."
"Good morning, Ms. Catherine, I am visiting relatives in Hawkins." Dean stretched out his hand towards her and asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be broadcasting the morning news in Las Vegas? Why do you suddenly come to a rural town to sell... Ice cream?”
Catherine gathered her blond hair under her sailor hat, put her hands on the ice cream cabinet to support her chin, and sighed exaggeratedly. Her majestic chest under her sea soul shirt surged, and the men and boys passing by couldn't help but pause. Craning his neck to look straight, Jonathan's cheeks turned red,
"What else could it be? The pervert station director's sexual harassment failed and I can no longer survive in the journalism world... But it doesn't matter. I have long wanted to quit the job where I have to be stared at and raped hundreds of times every day. I can go back to my hometown and sell ice cream. Not bad, free and relaxed, and you can also work as a reporter part-time.”
Catherine smiled and raised a pink ice cream "microphone" to Dean's mouth.
"You didn't accept an interview with me before, can you make it easier now? Hero of Lake Mead, what's your impression of Hawkins?"
"The environment is beautiful, the people are very warm, friendly, and beautiful..." Dean complimented him without hesitation. The female reporter did not wear heavy makeup. After wearing the women's suit made of several pieces of cloth, she became more approachable and sexy. A little more fresh.
"Are you really planning to sell ice cream here from now on, instead of finding a more relevant job?" Dean licked the ice cream, but felt a little sorry in his heart. Now that he thought about it, this female reporter would lose her job, probably because The prank he pulled out on a whim that night.
"Let's do it first," Catherine clenched her fists energetically, "and try to find a job in the Hawkins newspaper office or Hawkins Middle School in the future."
"I wish you all wishes come true."
"Haha, I wish you have a good time and come here often for ice cream." Catherine stretched out her soft little hand and shook him gently, then turned around and started to deal with a few blushing middle school students.
Dean asked Jonathan to leave,
"Are you familiar with her?" Jonathan enviously and curiously raised his camera to take pictures of Catherine, who was graceful and smiling.
"I've only met a few times."
"Then what did she mean by the Heroes of Lake Mead just now?"
"Old memories are not worth mentioning," Dean handed the ice cream to Jonathan, "Let's go and keep wandering around."
After staying in the mall for more than an hour, the two visited the town's library and game arcade, and obtained many stylized photos. Then they found a darkroom to hand in the negatives, bought a few hamburgers and Cokes, and sat in the cinema. Rest outside.
Dean noticed a unique poster posted on several walls near the cinema. The poster showed a sexy and cool woman wearing a black lace tube top, a red suit, a magic top hat, and holding a magic wand. magician.
The woman's skin is pale and bloodless, and she wears rich red lips and heavy makeup. She has a gothic and noble beauty, which is impressive at first glance.
"Is this a new movie?" Dean asked, taking a bite of his burger.
"No, some time ago this female magician performed a magic show in the center of the town...it lasted for two days." Jonathan recalled holding a Coke bottle, "That performance was a miracle, including human body cutting, blazing fire, animal taming, Catching bullets with bare hands and other events are exciting and terrifying at the same time.”
Jonathan paused, a look of sadness appeared on his face,
"What's wrong?"
"My best friend had an accident shortly after that."
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay, it's all over."
"Does this female magician still have performances?" Dean became interested.
"She left Hawkins a long time ago."
…
The sunset dyed the sky red.
Dean drove Jonathan home and exchanged home phone numbers.
"Are you free tomorrow? Come to my house and listen to music together?" Jonathan opened the car door and looked back nervously and expectantly. He rarely met friends with whom he could chat so well.
Dean was very satisfied with the effect of his words and raised his hand to make an OK gesture.
(End of chapter)
