Dean continued to inquire about Terry Ives, monitored the movements of Sulian and Hawkins Laboratory, and waited until the day of the party with his uncle's girlfriend.
Weekends, Holladick Mall, Mexican restaurant.
The sunlight through the glass window illuminates the red and green delicious food on the table: burritos, cheese tortillas, paella, chicken and corn red and white soup...
Just at the dining table, an Asian lady wearing a beige suit skirt gave Dean a warm hug.
"Paquet has mentioned you many times, and today we finally meet, handsome young man." Kelly Chen said with a warm smile showing eight teeth. She is not very beautiful, with big eyes and thick lips, but she is cheerful and generous, has a plump figure, and her skin is rosy and shiny, making her look very healthy.
"He has also emphasized to me countless times that you are the most confident, sexy, wise and wise lady in the world." Dean also risked his face for his uncle's life events, "He can get a girlfriend like you. It must be blessed by the spirits of our ancestors.”
Kelly was so elated by the praise that she looked at Dean with more and more affectionate eyes. She stretched out her hand to straighten his collar, pulled him to sit down, and asked diligently,
"You just graduated from high school this year, right? Do you have a girlfriend? Let me introduce you to one, the daughter of the music teacher at Hawkins Middle School. She is beautiful and gentle, and has just graduated from high school. How about I arrange for you to meet tomorrow?"
"Thank you for your kindness, but I have no plans for the time being."
Dean declined with a smile, grabbed a piece of tortilla and stuffed it into his mouth. His curious eyes swept across Paquet's rough face and Kelly's intellectual face.
"Why don't you talk about the experience of getting to know each other and why you choose to go to a restaurant outside. This kind of gathering usually doesn't happen at home. I originally wanted to see Paqui's 100% cooking skills."
"Haha, Kelly and I met at this Mexican restaurant for the first time." Paqui hugged Kelly's shoulders carelessly, and the two looked at each other and smiled, "It means a lot to us."
"You don't know how weird the scene was..." Kelly said with a smile, "This guy was sitting at the table opposite me. He kept peeking at me while eating, with a serious expression like a police officer monitoring prisoners. I thought there was a wanted criminal sitting next to me."
"Ahem, you're so beautiful, I'm so attracted to you..." Paquet complimented you, "I almost choked."
"It's not close. You were looking at me and choked on your meal. Your face turned red and you felt very uncomfortable." Kelly said with lingering fear. "I was so exhausted that I helped you get rid of the chicken burrito that was stuck in your throat. come out."
Paqui took a sip of soup to hide his embarrassment.
"A beautiful woman saves a hero? Why didn't you tell me?" Dean joked and looked at his uncle, who had a red face.
"Don't talk nonsense. I fell in love with Kelly at first sight, so my reaction was a little violent." Paquet made a warning expression, "Don't reveal what happened today to Jacob and Andre..."
"Isn't this interesting? A professional bodyguard who has experienced countless fierce gun battles almost choked to death on the dinner table." Dean laughed and swallowed a chicken leg. "Speaking out will definitely make Jacob and the others happy. Happy."
"you dare."
"How about we go back to wrestling and decide?"
Kelly looked at the bickering uncle and nephew with a smile, and took over the conversation, "After that, Paquet went to Hawkins Middle School to block the door and insisted on treating me to a meal to thank me. I didn't agree, so he would do it every day. Come on... who told me to be soft-hearted."
Paquet immediately held her right hand, and Kelly also looked over, with tenderness and sweetness surging between her eyes.
…
There was constant laughter throughout the meal. Dean, as a perfect listener and supporter, successfully brought the relationship between his uncle and Kelly to the surface.
"Then let's go watch a movie... Next time you come to my house as a guest, you can try my craftsmanship." Kelly held Paquet's arm and waved goodbye to Dean.
"Have fun!" Dean said congratulations to Paqui, who was blushing. He watched the matchless figure go away and thought, "There will be a wedding in a few months. I You have to prepare a big red envelope in advance.”
…
After leaving the restaurant, Dean prepared to continue walking around the mall to replenish the emergency food reserve in the fantasy space that was about to be exhausted.
As a result, I heard an unusual commotion near the familiar ice cream counter. I glanced around and saw a tall, shirtless and turbaned man pressing another thin black-haired man to the ground and slapping him humiliatingly.
"Stop! Stop hitting me. If you hit me again, call the police!"
Catherine anxiously stretched out her hand to pull the violent man away, but was pushed away. At the same time, another man with red face and fascinated eyes stood in front of her, frivolously took off her navy hat, and touched her soft blond hair, with her mouth full of wine. Smiling angrily,
"Beautiful lady, you can't be indifferent. It was obviously this guy who was rude to us first, and we fought back in self-defense. He deserves to be beaten. But for your sake, as long as you accept our date with dignity, we will let him go. He’s one yard.”
The woman's face became ugly,
"What's wrong, Catherine?"
"Dean, help me, these two guys were drunk and causing trouble."
"OK."
"Where do these Indians come from? They really think of themselves as supermen... Hmm..." The drunk man rushed over and grabbed Dean's collar angrily. Then his eyes blurred and he felt a sharp pain as if his wrist was clamped by steel pliers. His whole body couldn't help but feel... He bent down with the force.
"It hurts! Let go, let go quickly!" Dean roughly pushed him behind another man who was addicted to slapping, and twisted and pressed him casually. Both drunk men had their wrists locked behind their backs and fell to their knees and screamed.
Dean continued to exert force on his hands, making their cheeks press against the cold ground.
"Sober up for me!"
Catherine glanced at Dean with gratitude and surprise, and quickly helped another man at the counter who was beaten with red slap marks on his face, and asked with concern, "Sir, are you okay? Can I take you to the hospital?"
The man was obviously stunned, and it took a while for his blurred eyes to return to normal. But when he saw Catherine clearly in front of him, a trace of shame flashed across his face, and he stood up and ran away in a hurry, not stopping no matter how the woman shouted from behind.
"What's going on? Do you know him?" Dean looked at the man's limp back and asked,
"I have an impression. I seem to have seen it before, but I can't remember the name." Catherine's slender eyebrows frowned slightly. "Before, these two drunkards had been harassing me at the counter. The gentleman couldn't stand it anymore and stood up. But what did he say? Just left without saying anything?"
The two of them didn't understand.
But not long after, Sheriff Hope, who was wearing a cowboy hat, arrived belatedly. He interviewed the witnesses in the mall, handcuffed the two drunkards, poked their noses and started spitting.
"Marin, Cheryl, how many times has it been? After drinking too much, you started to behave randomly. You used to destroy Karin's dog, and now you are harassing the lady. Should you be stronger next time?"
"You don't have to wait until next time, we already had some fun," the tall and lanky drunkard, who was obviously not awake yet, joked at the police chief with a mouthful of stinky vomit, "When we left your house just now, your wife Looks more tired than us."
"Fake! How dare you attack the police!"
Hope violently threw an uppercut, causing the man to curl up like a cooked shrimp. He didn't think it was enough, so he beat the two drunk men directly in front of a group of customers in the mall, uppercutting and knee-bumping them. Dean's eyelids twitched as he couldn't see far away. Is the rural police chief so fierce in enforcing the law?
Catherine was also frightened for a while, then she smoothed her hair and smiled at Dean.
"Thanks, I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you just now."
"It's okay, I was just stretching my muscles. If you have this kind of trouble in the future, keep calling me." Dean looked at Catherine's face casually. She had broken out in a thin sweat just now, and her smooth and delicate skin was stained with a blush, and the sweat flowed along the dense Her blond hair flowed to the undulating curves under the sea soul shirt, and her whole body was like a delicate and delicate rose.
No wonder the two drunk men couldn't help themselves.
"How can I thank you?"
"Buy me some ice cream, vanilla."
The two sat at the ice cream counter, enjoying the performance of the police sergeant teaching the criminals a lesson, and started chatting.
"Next time you come again, I shouldn't do it here." Catherine also licked the strawberry ice cream,
"What's the meaning?"
"I got a new job, editor and reporter at the Hawkins Daily News."
"Congratulations, I knew your talent would not be buried, and you would become the boss of a newspaper sooner or later."
"Giggles, I hope so. By the way, next weekend, the day before the newspaper office starts, I'm going to treat a few friends to a meal. Are you coming?" Catherine invited warmly, "I don't have many friends in Hawkins, but you are one of them." .”
"no problem."
"In order to thank you for your help and support, if you encounter any trouble in the future, feel free to come to this reporter." Catherine looked at the other party's indifferent expression and patted her high chest, "Don't believe it? You know, in our line of work , not only good expression skills, keen observation and analysis skills, but also extraordinary memory. If you mention a problem now, maybe I can help you solve it immediately."
Dean hesitated for a moment, then said with the attitude of treating a dead horse like a living horse,
"Then you have to keep it a secret for me first."
"Mysterious, I swear."
"I'm looking for someone recently," Dean whispered in her ear, "Terry Ives, a middle-aged woman about 40 years old, with long dark blond hair..."
Catherine thought for a moment, tightened her pretty face and nodded,
"I have an impression."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know her. Wait, you said you have an impression?" Dean was surprised. Even the FBI couldn't find any clues, but he actually knew this ice cream lady.
"When I was in Las Vegas, I read every influential newspaper in the past few decades for work. I am 100% sure that Teri Ives appeared. It was in several newspapers, but I can’t remember the specific reports.”
Catherine looked into Dean's eyes;
“I suggest you look for The New York Times and The Washington Post that are less than 20 years old.”
The system was shaken.
Dean discovers a long-term event that remains unchanged for thousands of years - bloodline. The progress jumps from 3% to 4%!
"There must be several thousand copies of the Times and the Post within twenty years, right?" Dean asked excitedly, "Do you know anyone from these two newspapers? Can you help me contact them?"
"I'm sorry, I used to be just a small reporter, with a low profile, and I couldn't get along with people from big newspapers." Catherine's voice changed, "But there is a stupid way, you can try to ask the local government unit , they may have been subscribing to The Times and The Post.”
"Be specific."
Catherine turned her eyes to the distance and finally finished venting. Hope, who was panting like a bear,
"Ask our sergeant at the Hawkins Police Department."
"Catherine, you've helped me a lot!"
The woman smiled with satisfaction, "Then please remember not to miss the next dinner party."
Dean nodded, exchanged phone numbers with Catherine, left a pager number, and called Hope.
The latter smiled at him and patted his shoulder with his generous palm.
"You were too gentle at the beginning and didn't let them learn a lesson. They don't have a long memory at all. How can they join our police station and learn?"
"I have other important matters." Dean repeated Catherine's flowers.
"Are you serious?"
"Can I lie to you? Where can I find these two newspapers?"
"Let's send the prisoner back to the police station first, and then I'll take you to the town library to look for it together. There should be a collection of microfilms of large newspapers there."
“What is a microfilm?”
"You'll know when the time comes."
(End of chapter)
