The night of September 28th.
In a small town bar in Louisville, northern Kentucky, a man with a big windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat and a dusty beard opened the cowboy door and sat down at the bar to the crisp sound of wind chimes.
"A glass of mint water and three special dinners." The man took out a knife and placed it in front of the bloated bar owner.
The boss stretched out his hand to take the dollar quickly and narrowed his eyes like a golden retriever. "Guests from afar have great appetites, but can a glass of mint water satisfy a man like you? How about trying bourbon and pairing it with a hot brown sandwich?" Drink it and it’s guaranteed to make you feel ecstasy.”
"I usually don't drink unless there is a special entertainment show." The man turned around and saw that most of the guests in the bar were old country men in lifeless clothes. There was a singing lady on the stage in front of him that made people's eyes shine.
She snapped her fingers and shook her shoulders gracefully, attracting the attention of all the old men like a magnet.
"You have such high standards, even Queen Clos in our town can't pique your interest and let you have a drink?" the boss said jokingly, folding his arms across his chest.
"I can't appreciate shows that are too elegant," the bearded man said. "Actually, I'm a member of the Polis Dance Club. I love direct and refreshing shows...like a performance with a feather crown and a golden boa wrapped around your neck?"
"What a brilliant idea. Just hearing it makes my blood boil and I can't help but have a nosebleed." The boss was amazed and took the plate from the waiter's hand and placed it in front of the bearded man. "But unfortunately, our police chief doesn't allow it." This happens in a small town or all the husbands and wives in the town will go crazy at the same time.”
The bearded man shrugged and took a bite of the hot brown sandwich. The unique flavors of bacon, turkey, tomato, and a sauce with cheese spread in his mouth. He squinted his eyes comfortably and handed the boss a photo. ,
"Then do you know her?"
In the photo is a beautiful Asian lady in her thirties.
A trace of thought flashed in the boss's eyes, "Is this great beauty of Indian descent? There are several similar families living in the town, but there is no such outstanding person among them."
"Man, I know this lady," a man with freckles suddenly walked up to the bar and reached out to take the photo.
The bearded man looked up. He was wearing a shirt, denim overalls and a jacket, with a drunken look on his face.
"Are you sure you know her?" Lu Xiu took back the photo.
"Of course, she passed by the town...and asked me for directions." The freckled man stared at the woman in the photo from a distance and nodded with certainty.
"Exactly how long ago? What did she say at that time?" Lu Xiu ordered a glass of whiskey for him.
"Man, I can see that this woman is very important to you, and a glass of wine can't buy this news." Freckles raised his chin towards the door, "Let's talk outside."
The bearded man nodded calmly, "As long as I can provide you with valid clues, I promise to satisfy you."
The bar owner looked at the two men hesitantly, but in the end he said nothing and watched them leave the Cowboy Gate.
Beard and Freckles walked into the dark back alley of the bar, paid two hundred dollars, and received a piece of news.
"Well, half a month ago, this lady crossed the Abraham Lincoln Bridge along Highway 65 and headed north, with her destination being Indianapolis."
The bearded man's expression became very subtle when he heard this. He closed his hands and cracked his knuckles, "I was in Polis half a month ago!"
boom!
The fist penetrated the flesh, and the freckled face and nose exploded. The whole person was stunned by the punch, and stood there like a zombie.
The bearded man took back 200 knives.
"Are you thinking shit? Why can't you make up a decent lie?"
Two minutes later, the beard spat at the unconscious freckled man who fell to the ground, turned around and drove into a white Bronco. The beard on his face gradually faded, and he turned into a handsome Asian man.
"In this day and age, the air is full of scammers and robbers." Dean sighed as he looked at the moonlight outside the window. In mid-September, he headed south along Interstate Highway 65 from Faraye.
Since his search ability from God's perspective is not as good as Jane's, he cannot see Lena's specific location and distance from just a photo, and can only vaguely feel Lena's direction.
So he checked the bars and entertainment venues along this general direction, and used the search again every day to confirm that there was no big deviation in the forward route.
The search was careful, so the advance was very slow, and it took half a month to cross Indiana and reach northern Kentucky.
Along the way, he ran into a lot of troubles and troubles, such as the professional robber disguised as a hitchhiker on the roadside, or the pock-marked idiot just now who used Lena's fake news to defraud money...
In the most dangerous time, Bronco was hit by a large truck that ran out of control. He underwent a major repair and was barely rescued.
However, despite the trouble, he has not missed the skill training and harvesting he should have:
Fighting lv3(333→338/400)
Shooting lv4 (340→343/500)
Shadow of the Past lv2 (72→80/300)
Red Dragon Meditation lv3 (5→20/400)
Mimic lv2(8→16/300)
Abyss lv0(17→32/100)
…
In the flowing moonlight,
Dean continued driving south on Highway 65.
At about two or three in the morning, he drove into a long no-man's land. Bronco suddenly made a strange noise and broke down on the side of the road.
"What's going on lately? Bad luck keeps happening."
Dean sighed and got out of the car and opened the front hood. A burst of thick and pungent white smoke came out of the engine. The entire car was a mess inside and was almost completely scrapped.
Dean turned around and looked around. He hadn't seen a single car on this stretch of road for dozens of kilometers. It was dark and there were endless wilderness on both sides of the road. Where could he find someone to help him tow the car?
After thinking for two seconds, he closed the front hood of the car, sat back in the car, summoned the ghost armor, and activated his telekinesis to wrap the car from behind.
Under the influence of a steady and powerful telekinesis, Bronco began to move forward at a speed of more than ten meters per second.
This feeling is very wonderful, the noise is reduced by 90% compared with normal driving, just like a ghost car.
"The Dean brand telepathy fuel hybrid vehicle consumes one energy bar every ten kilometers." Dean threw an energy bar into his mouth to replenish his energy, tapped the steering wheel with his left hand rhythmically, and cupped the back of his neck with his right hand, feeling comfortable He closed his eyes and hummed a song,
The highway in the dark night is like a venomous snake sleeping on the earth. The breeze caressing the lawns and bushes on both sides of the road makes a rustling sound. It is the snake that is spitting out letters and chasing its prey.
The Nianli car crawled silently for about an hour, passing by the east ramp.
The boring silence finally changed a little. Two parked cars appeared on the side of the road not far away. The cars were parked in a strange way. It seemed that the pickup truck in front deliberately blocked the silver station wagon behind.
Beside the car, a fat man in black clothes grabbed a young man in a yellow T-shirt and jeans and slapped him across the face. Another blonde girl in a red vest was busy trying to stop him, but just like a fox trying to interfere with the grizzly bear hunting, she didn't. Little effect.
…
The Bronco driven by Dean distracted the fat man. As soon as his grip loosened, the boy took the opportunity to break free and led the blond girl to escape in a hurry. He knocked on the car window and shouted with tears in his eyes,
"Dude, help! I'm Daley Jenner, this is my sister Trish, help us, we have a pervert!"
"Speak slowly, what kind of pervert? A highway robber?" Dean didn't open the door, but looked through the car window at the fat man glaring fiercely at him from a distance.
The girl pointed at the fat man, her delicate little face tightened with fear, "This man stopped our car four times in a row, and finally forced us to stop for no reason... He dragged Daley out and started slapping him."
"I just wanted to overtake another car, but I didn't know where I offended him, so he caught me and beat me up!" The boy glared at the bearded man behind him in aggrieved and angry manner.
"Help, help us get rid of him!" The girl put her blond hair behind her ears, and her silver hoop earrings rippled in her blond hair. Her whole body was filled with compelling youth.
Dean thought for a moment, glanced at the inside of Fatty's pickup truck from his God's perspective, got out of the car and walked over.
Only then did the two siblings realize that although the man in front of them had a harmless Asian face, his figure under the black windbreaker was extremely strong and capable, with steady steps and full of momentum. The fat man in the distance saw this and his eyelids twitched, slightly He restrained his ferocious expression and still emphasized in a cold voice,
"Man, this is my grudge against these two little brats, it has nothing to do with you."
Dean took out the private detective's license from his pocket and waved it in front of the fat man. Before he could see clearly, he took it back quickly, "Why did they offend you?"
The fat man thought he had seen some extraordinary certificate, his expression turned gloomy and he remained silent.
"If you don't say anything now, continue to waste it. When the patrol comes, you will have to go to jail for a holiday."
"Xie Te!" The fat man's face froze, he stretched out a finger as thick as a carrot and pointed at the heads of the two siblings, roaring excitedly, "This kid drove past my window and kept provocative with his eyes, and even cursed at me, Mom. Jefaq! My mother just passed away a few months ago. Doesn’t he want to dig her grave by saying this?”
Dean's mouth twitched when he heard it. What the hell, he got into a fight just because of a look or a curse word. There are many road rage guys in America.
Daley covered the slap mark on his face and shouted innocently to explain, "I'm not scolding you, it's your damn luck! I didn't mean to provoke you with my eyes, I was checking to see if you had a beard!"
"What do you mean, explain it to me!?" The fat man looked confused.
"Driving at night makes me sleepy, and I finally encountered a car, so my sister and I made a bet to refresh ourselves. We bet on whether the driver had a beard." Daley stared at him with a pair of dark and bright eyes, his face full of excitement. She yelled at the fat man depressedly, "I lost. I have to wash her clothes and pants for a week when we get home! Doesn't this offend Faco?"
Dean stood in front of the two siblings, blocking the gaze of the fat man with a "Ward hair" face.
"It seems that the misunderstanding has been resolved. Let's apologize to each other and go home early to sleep. Daley, you curse first and apologize first!" Dean turned to the boy, who shook his head and subconsciously wanted to refute, but was caught by the other man's gaze. , inexplicably lowered his head and apologized.
"I can't spare this kid so lightly," the fat man puffed out his nose, still staring at Daley with red eyes, "He must go to my mother's grave to apologize!"
"Are you sure?" Dean's originally relaxed expression was tense. He did not use any superpowers, but only released a little desire to attack.
The fat man found it inexplicably difficult to breathe, and the air around him seemed to become thicker.
He wiped his eyes. The man in front of him was still in human form, but the shadow under his feet seemed to be getting longer and longer, until it became entangled with his own shadow, making it suffocating.
Gulu.
The fat man swallowed hard.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done anything to you..."
…
"Go home and cry, you little bastard!" After getting in the pickup truck, the fat man gave the two siblings a middle finger, looked at Dean with fear, and drove away.
"You hurt my handsome face, which is popular in Witton Valley Middle School, and walk away so easily?" Daley slapped the car's butt in retaliation, "I'll give you two slaps back first!"
"Then you have to face the shotgun hidden under his car seat." Dean's abrupt words startled the two siblings.
"He has a gun?"
"Um."
"We were in a confrontation with a big fat guy with a gun?"
Their faces instantly turned pale, and then they were even more grateful to Dean, "Brother, you have helped us a lot. By the way, you are so young, you look to be less than a year older than us, are you still studying?"
"Let me guess, you are on the swimming team of the University of Louisville?" Trish said, glancing at the well-proportioned and well-developed muscles under Dean's shirt with bright eyes.
Dean shook his head, "That's wrong, I'm an unemployed vagrant traveling across the country."
"Haha, traveling across the country, an amazing feat! I like you more and more! How can I thank you." Dalewu's big eyes rolled, and suddenly he looked at his sister Cui Shi beside him, "How about I Introduce my sister to you as your girlfriend? She just looks thin, but in fact she has a better figure than the cheerleaders. She is also clingy and has a sweet smile. Apart from being fond of swearing, she is a perfect girlfriend!"
"I love to talk dirty. You are a sloppy guy who is dirtier than a stray dog. Do you believe that I will throw you into the washing machine when I get home?" The girl pointed at the boy's nose and sprayed it wildly. The latter smiled and shrugged, and said to Di Ann made a "let's see" face.
"Excuse me and ask a question." Dean leaned against the Bronco door and glanced at the young collagen-filled faces of the two siblings, "Are you two still students?"
Trish nodded lightly, "Yeah, Louisville's Verton Valley High School, just in twelfth grade."
Dean asked, "There is no big holiday at the end of September. If you don't stay in school, why are you driving on the highway at night? Are you not afraid of encountering some perverted serial killer?"
A large number of people who go missing in the United States every year have accidents on the side of the highway. This kind of place has no surveillance, is inaccessible, and is convenient for cars to travel at high speeds. It is not too convenient to dump the body in the wilderness after killing, and more than 90% of the cases will never be solved.
"We have to drive home from school every month to see our dear mother, otherwise she will be lonely." Daley put his arm around his sister's shoulders and shook her indifferently, "And we have always been lucky. Tonight I just met you!"
"What are you looking at, Mom, don't put money on yourself?" Cui Shi pushed Dai Li's hand away with a look of disgust, "You obviously want her to help you clean the bag of dirty clothes in the car that are full of sweaty smell! "
"I'm thinking about her! I have to take the dirty clothes back, otherwise she will feel lost." Daley explained plausibly, "Mom will think I don't need her anymore!"
Dean was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly felt that this high school student's absurd reasoning was somewhat interesting.
…
Next, the two siblings, perhaps worried that Fatty would come back to settle accounts with them, warmly invited Dean to accompany them.
Dean sat in the telekinetic hybrid car for an hour. He continued to dilly-dally and exhausted all his telekinesis before reaching the town. He agreed and left Bronco, who was nearly scrapped, and drove south in the two siblings' silver station wagon.
"The nearest urban area?" Daley looked at the watch in the car. It was almost three or four in the morning. "We can reach Bohao County in the south before noon. Our home in Pavina County is right next to it. Don't worry, Dude, there are several car repair shops in that place, I will send you to the door."
"Are there any bars or other entertainment venues in the town?" Dean still kept his mission in mind,
"I guess you asked the right person." Daley turned the steering wheel and looked at his sharp "comrades" in the rearview mirror. His eyes began to shine and became charming. "My classmates and I have visited all of them. There are six in total. Cui Shi, give me the map and I’ll mark it for our savior!”
"Can you join a bar before you graduate from high school?"
"Haha, it's all because of this damn strong curiosity. As long as I'm interested in something, I'll find ways to achieve it. I'm an omnipotent genius!"
Cui Shi crossed her arms and rolled her eyes with disdain.
Dean smiled and advised Daley, "Man, you have to be careful, curiosity killed the cat."
(End of chapter)
