It was dark when Dean got home.
Paqui also got off work. His burly body was covered with an apron, and he turned into a muscular chef and cooked tomato pasta in the open kitchen, next to the steaming stewed lamb and mixed vegetable salad.
The air was filled with an aroma that made people lick their fingers. Dean took a deep breath and straightened his expression.
"Who are you, and where did you kidnap Paqui?"
"What's wrong with you?" The big man stirred the food in the pot without looking back.
"My uncle only knows dark cooking, but your cooking skills are pretty good."
Paquet swung his spoon horizontally and made a fierce gesture of wiping his throat, "Can't I make progress?"
"I know, it's all thanks to Teacher Kelly Chen." Dean returned to the dining table with the mutton stew and salad, looking at his uncle who was dressed as a house cook and sighed, "Once a man starts pursuing a woman, he wears a Your taste and cooking skills will all evolve.”
Paquet nodded calmly and said, "Did you enjoy yourself today?"
"Jonathan is a bit introverted, but he has good photography skills and gave me some inspiration. He also invited me to listen to music at home tomorrow."
"I didn't realize that your boy has some social talent. He impressed a super introverted teenager in one day. We will continue tomorrow." Paqui brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and divided them between them. The two began to enjoy a sumptuous dinner. "Jonathan's pair Brothers are as seriously lacking in manhood as you were, and you can just guide them. Just repay Joyce's favor for me."
"Okay, let's get back to the topic, have you heard about Jane Seymour?" Dean forked the noodles quickly and without messing up.
"I only found out that she never attended Hawkins Middle School and had no name, and she has not been seen in town in the past year or two."
"I'll give you a week. If you can't find any clues... I won't continue to be a nanny."
"You brat want to be beaten again?"
"Come on! Don't cry out in pain like last night!"
…
Not long after, the big man, who had lost five games in a row for the second time, slumped into the sofa in the living room, with a sweat towel wrapped around his neck. He picked up a can of beer and turned his attention to a TV show called "Dallas." soap opera.
Dean returned to the bedroom, locked the door, and changed into dark clothes.
He stood in front of the bedroom window and jumped down from the second floor.
Huhu——
Under the bright moonlight, a huge black shadow like a bat vibrated its wings and flew to a stop thirty meters above the ground with the icy air current.
Dean began to fly patrol along the entire block, scanning the interior of the houses on the roadside from a God's perspective, inspecting the wonderful nightlife of the people of Hawkins...
…
Early the next morning, Dean drove to Jonathan's house. Not far away, a bicycle drove down from another house on the hillside and landed just in front of the car. The boy on the bicycle had thick curly hair and a fat face. Grinning a hearty smile,
"Good morning, I'm Dustin Henderson. I've never seen you before. Are you a new neighbor?"
The boy looked to be about ten years old, and he was very warm and friendly, without the usual naughty behavior of boys of this age.
"Good morning, I'm Dean Lu. I just came here yesterday and live at No. 36 on the hillside." Dean slowed down and let the bike follow him to the window of his car. He took out a snack from the on-board supply bag and threw it away. It passed by and landed accurately in the basket of the bicycle.
"Wow, creamy POLO candy, my favorite, thanks man!" Dustin smiled so much that he narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. Only then did Dean notice that his mouth was empty and he had no teeth like an old man. , a proper Toothless boy.
Because he has no teeth, his speech is a bit leaky.
"We'll talk to you next time, Dustin, I'm leaving now."
…
"Good morning, Jonathan."
"Welcome..." Jonathan welcomed the guest into the living room and accepted the gift awkwardly, "Have you had breakfast? I just baked bread."
"Thank you, I've already eaten."
Dean looked around and turned on the God's perspective scan. This house was obviously a lower grade than the house in the Paquet neighborhood. There was no second floor or basement. Soft cushions, cabinets and other sundries occupied the aisles of the living room. Carpets, furniture and appliances were all on the floor. After a certain period of time, it looks crowded and messy against the backdrop of brown wall coverings and carpets.
In addition, Dean discovered that the lawn outside their home had not been mowed much and was overgrown and extremely untidy.
"Sorry, I haven't had time to clean up yet..." Jonathan scratched the back of his head and said with some shame, "The house is quite messy."
"No, it looks very cozy."
"Dean, this is my brother Will, who is currently in the fifth grade of elementary school in Hawkins." Walking through the restaurant, Jonathan introduced a little boy with a pot head sitting at the dining table drinking milk. He seemed a little malnourished. Her arms and legs are as thin as chopsticks, her skin is pale, and her facial features perfectly inherit Joyce's advantages. She is delicate and handsome. There is a small mole on the left upper lip, which makes her temperament more feminine. If you don't pay attention, you might think she is shy. little girl.
"Hey, Will," Dean threw a creamy POLO candy at him.
The boy took the candy and wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head and asked timidly, "Are you Dustin's new neighbor? The one who just moved to the hillside?"
"If the Dustin you are talking about is the fat little guy with missing teeth, then that's correct, but I just saw him for the first time half an hour ago. How did you receive the news so quickly?"
"We have a unique way of contacting him...and it's not that he doesn't have teeth, he's sick, cranioclavicular dysplasia..." Will clenched the cup tightly and defended his friend with a serious face but a weak tone.
"I remember."
"Well Dean, Dustin and I are still missing a mage in our Dungeons and Dragons team. Can you come? We can go fight Demogorgon together in the afternoon!" The original nervousness and timidity on Will's face quickly relaxed, and his eyes sparkling,
"Haha, I'm still a new magic apprentice. I'm not even proficient in the first level of magic. Joining you will only hold me back. I'll wait until I become stronger."
After breakfast, at Jonathan's suggestion, the three of them came to the bedroom and admired the photos of beautiful women they had taken yesterday. Dean and Jonathan were enthusiastic about it, but Will was probably underdeveloped and lacked interest.
Then the three started listening to music, various rock music from the 1970s and 1980s, such as David Bowie's "Space Oddity"
Ground command calls Captain Tom
Take nutritional supplements and wear a helmet
Ground command calls Captain Tom
The countdown begins, start the engine
…
The three of them sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the roaring radio, shaking their heads and swaying their bodies in unison to the tortured Elvis voice and absurd walking screams, like three fools.
"You like it, man?"
"Yes, the style is very unique," Dean nodded sincerely, "It's suitable for weirdos like us!"
With a smile on his face, Jonathan couldn't wait to take out a pile of tapes from his collection, "There are also a lot of good songs, take a look and see which ones you want to listen to are popular!"
Dean glanced at it and quickly picked out a few of them, with familiar song titles printed on them, yellow, amazing days, tears in heaven...
"I'm a fan of Good Morning Band." Jonathan and Will said in unison, "I must buy their songs as soon as they come out."
"You two brothers have good taste..." Dean recalled his uncle's request and encouraged him slowly, "Especially you, Jonathan, you have such an outstanding taste in music and you can take beautiful photos. You are very artistic and you should go here in the future. development."
"Do you really think so?" Jonathan exchanged a happy look with Will next to him, then tilted his head unconfidently, shrank his shoulders and shook his head, "No one has ever said that."
Dean suddenly reached out and slapped Jonathan hard on the back, and stroked his palm down his spine. The latter immediately sat up uncontrollably with his slightly stooped back.
"Sit up straight, raise your head, and be confident! Yes, this makes you look much taller and more attractive to girls. Also, when communicating with others, look into each other's eyes and don't dodge your eyes. Jonathan, you You didn’t do anything bad, don’t feel guilty.”
"Who is guilty?" Jonathan retorted with a blushing face, as if his pride was hurt.
"Yes, you are not guilty," Dean followed him and said, "You can help Joyce take care of the whole family, and you can work on your own to earn money to support yourself. You know, you are better than those people who only know how to pretend to be cool and cool to pick up girls. , The peers who drink alcohol and smoke weed are much better! At least more than 90%. You are just too lazy to care about them."
Will next to him looked at this strange scene and opened his mouth in surprise.
Dean's strong figure expanded infinitely, becoming the majestic yet friendly legion commander in DND, while his brother became a humble light infantryman under his command.
"Will..." Dean suddenly turned around again, staring at the timid little boy next to him, and patted his stiff shoulder. The latter seemed to be under a restraining spell, tightening his body and not daring to breathe. , "You can speak a little louder, um, smile more, didn't Joyce and Jonathan tell you, you are very handsome."
"kindness…"
"louder please."
"knew!"
Will pecked at the rice and nodded.
Dean smiled with satisfaction. He did not expect to change the characters that the two brothers had developed over the years in a short period of time. That was unrealistic. He just wanted to help the two of them reduce their inferiority and cowardice as much as possible.
Life became very regular in the next few days.
Dean would practice wrestling and fighting with his uncle every night, go to the wild to practice shooting, then fly and walk around the town of Hawkins, meditate on the red dragon as usual, and wake up from nightmares on time in the morning.
During the day, I went to listen to rock music with Brother Jonathan, drove around the town, went to the mall to capture various scenes with my camera, and took pictures of the beautiful Catherine Medici who was auctioning ice cream.
During the stress-free days of vacation, Dean's symptoms of auditory hallucinations and nightmares began to diminish rapidly, and he also had one foot in the door of being a photographer.
…
It’s early July,
Dean Lu
Character level: 4 (310/500)
Age: 19
Physical fitness: 16.1
Strength: 14.1
Sensitivity: 14.3→14.4
Perception: 13.1→13.2
Spirit: 18.1
Will: 14→14.1
Ability: 6/6
Fighting lv3(20→30/400)
Shooting lv3(155→160/400)
Shadow of the Past lv2 (0→20/300)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (160→180/300)
Mimicry lv1 (113→133/200)
Fantasy space lv0, volume 2 cubic.
Expertise and system capabilities: omitted.
…
That evening, Paqui, who had just gotten off work, untied his suit and tie in front of the full-length mirror, rubbed his tired face again,
"I've got two pieces of news about Jane Seymour, one good and one bad. Which one should I hear first?"
"Bad news." Dean leaned against the bedroom door frame without thinking.
"Jane Seymour once ran a trinket store in Hawkins, and she and Lena were peers, so there was communication between them. But unfortunately, Jane died in a car accident five years ago... and was buried in the north side of the town. In the cemetery.”
Dean was extremely disappointed. After working for a long time, the person they were looking for was already dead.
"Jane died in a hospital ward?"
Paquet didn't understand the meaning of the question, but he answered truthfully, "He died on the road in a car accident."
Dean's face darkened. His current ability was not yet able to channel people who died in the open area outdoors.
There is no way to communicate with Jane's soul.
Paquet changed his tone again, "The good news is that Jane left behind a son, Peter, who is now being raised by his aunt Lucia who came back from other places and lives in the town."
"Does this aunt know about Lena and Guangming?" Dean asked,
Paquet shook his head, "Lucia has only moved from other places for five years. It stands to reason that she doesn't know your parents."
"How old is Peter?"
"I am eighteen years old and studying at Hawkins Middle School."
"Lena and Guangming passed through the town nine years ago and disappeared," Dean sighed. "And Peter was only nine years old at that time. Can he remember the clues?"
"We have no choice but to go find him and try." Paqui pulled his tie, turned and walked down the stairs, "Let's go, change into formal clothes and go to the hospital!"
"Why go to the hospital?"
Paqui's serious words made his heart tremble, "Peter is sick, and very sick."
"Shet, did you learn math from your wrestling teacher? This is obviously two pieces of bad news!"
(End of chapter)
