Dean briskly walked across the dance floor.

The neon lights illuminate his calm face, which is incompatible with the dynamic music and energetic dancers.

Dean didn't expect what would happen next.

A blonde girl suddenly pushed her dance partner away, flung her long legs and came to him, winked at him with big green eyes, and held out her hands to him enthusiastically.

Snow-white skin.

Red lips smiled.

The graceful body dances to the music.

"Asian boys, don't you like to dance?"

One way ticket

One way ticket…

Disco is high-pitched and surging.

How can Dean have a disco mind now? Keep your head down and go.

The girl grabbed his left hand and stepped back.

Dean turned again, and the girl stood in front of him again.

Now

Only tear drops are all that I could see

Music like an electric current activates cells.

Ooh

The girl shook her hands cleanly, then moved her feet back and forth, twisted her thighs, and a scorching vitality rushed to her face.

The fresh scent of the shampoo penetrated the tip of his nose.

Ooh

Get one way ticket to the blue

Long sighs.

The girl's body moves beautifully from the neck to the chest, abdomen, waist to thighs with a gentle melody.

Dean stood still.

There was an exclamation on the dance floor.

"No wonder that kid doesn't drink, it turns out that he wants to date beautiful women! It's a pity that it's too restrained, like a stick. ”

The homeless man on the sidelines quipped.

Gotta make a trip to lonesome town

The tune is high-pitched.

The girl put her hands on her waist, raised her pointed chin, and folded her legs back and forth quickly.

A warm and exaggerated smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.

Dean was thinking about what to do.

A tall, thin young man suddenly rushed over and stood between the two,

"That's enough, Lily, I just made a mistake! You don't need to find a chink to stimulate me! ”

The man grabbed the girl's snow-white wrist, turned and glared at Dean viciously, the revolving light shining on his handsome little white face.

"You ching chong! Get out, don't come here if you can't dance! ”

Are you teases sent by God to send experience?

It's obviously you stupid woman who provoked me!

Can't stop for a while?

Dean's face sank, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

The man didn't stop after the cruel words, and reached out to grab his collar.

Dean reflexively shook his left hand and locked the man's wrist at once. Turning, instinctively pulling his entire arm up his shoulder.

The back pressed against his chest and abdomen.

Pull your hands forward and your buttocks back.

It's like Paqui has fallen over himself hundreds of times.

The strength of the legs, waist, spine, and shoulders is instantly twisted into one!

Smooth and forward...

Heavy objects touch the ground!

Bang!

The smooth ground shook.

The men and women in the ballroom were stunned, everything happened so suddenly, they couldn't react, and they saw the Asian turn around.

Shake your hand.

The companion who was shouting loudly just now was thrown two meters like a sandbag.

The back fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

"Ahh

The man's face twisted and wailed.

The three women covered their mouths and let out screams and exclamations.

"Die!"

Seeing this, one of the unlucky man's male companions rushed from five meters away and kicked Dean in the side.

He kicked into the air, and lost his target in front of him—

He's too slow!

Dean dived down with great speed to dodge the kick, while holding the man's only standing right foot with both hands, giving him a force to step forward, striking his head on his chest and abdomen.

Lift him up from the ground and sprint forward.

The man is like a dummy hit by a moving train, losing his balance and being knocked two meters out without resistance.

He didn't even have time to make a sound!

The overwhelming force of the mountain pinned him to the ground!

Click!

The sharp pain in the moment made his eyes white and he lost his ability to move.

"White trash!"

Dean made a gesture of fanning his armpit with disgust, and suddenly snorted.

The third man swooped in from behind and threw a punch to the back of Dean's neck.

But he didn't have time to rejoice, and without looking back, Dean turned around and elbowed him, hitting him in the side of the cheek.

The man's eyes darkened, and he staggered back two steps.

Dean lunged forward, grabbed his arms with both hands and pressed down, while his right leg bent his knee upwards!

Burst!

Dean's knee joints were like a hammer hitting his soft abdomen, and the man suddenly turned into a boiled prawn, his face turned the color of pork liver, he curled up and fell to the ground with his belly in his arms.

In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.

Dean was excited.

For the first time, he really felt the strengthening of his body after the martial arts improved.

Under normal circumstances, he would not have a problem dealing with two or three ordinary people who had not been trained in martial arts.

But these three men were too weak, and all of them were defeated, and they only gave him a little proficiency.

"Go away, don't come here, we're going to call the police." The three beautiful girls trembled with fear and gathered together, and the eyes of Dean seemed to see the most vicious criminals, including the blonde beauty who had graciously provoked him before.

"Wow - Chinese kongfu!"

Old Tyme at the bar gave him a thumbs up, and the bartender behind him bowed his head motionlessly, strangely unaware of the brief clash in the ballroom.

And the red-faced Rust spat wide-mouthed and clapped desperately!

Dean ignored it, turned around and rushed to the corner staircase, taking a few steps up to the second floor.

Several rooms are visible from the inside of the hallway, but all of them are locked.

Only the corner room, the door is half open and half hidden.

Dean leaned over to the crack in the door.

A balding middle-aged fat security guard in a black uniform is sitting in a swivel chair and sleeping with his head down.

The two screens in front of him respectively showed the empty street scene and the six people in the ballroom who helped their companions away.

Monitor!

Dean rolled his eyes, pushed open the door and walked straight in, clearing his throat and making a request in a low voice.

"Give me the surveillance footage from the 19th of last month."

"Ahh

The director is coming?

The fat security guard, who was dozing, was stunned by this sudden attack, and he sat up straight, and said in a daze without looking back,

"There is no record of surveillance from last month. Have you forgotten that the device has limited storage space and can only keep up to 72 hours of surveillance footage. ”

"What? Only three days! ”

Dean's face was ugly.

Uncle is really right, the surveillance equipment in this era is too backward, and it is impossible to have the surveillance video from half a month ago.

This also means that Dean wasted so much effort in the end or was it a failure?

Dean pounded his forehead irritably, fell into deep unwillingness, and then left the monitoring room.

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

The fat security guard glanced at the monitor screen, and suddenly found that the person who entered the room just now for questioning was not the supervisor, but a strange young Asian American.

"Damn Farke, where did you get the neuropathy!"

……

Dean returned to the ballroom, and the six young men and women had disappeared without a trace.

The homeless man is dancing a lyrical disco in the middle of the ballroom, slowly moving his knees, and his left and right hands take turns wiping his scalp from front to back, as if he were waxing his hair.

A red-faced Rust danced wildly and hastily behind his ass, dancing a messy comical dance, like a boneless orangutan.

"Hey, young man, you've drunk the wine, it's time to dance, come and have fun together!"

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood!" Dean shook his head and patted Rust's cheek, "Dude, wake up, it's time to go." ”

"Huh?!" Rust woke up like a dream, drunkenly took Dean by the hands, and kept shaking his head, "I seem to be poisoned, the alcohol burned my brain, I can't stop, let me dance for a while." ”

"Rust, I didn't find the surveillance footage, it's time for us to go!"

"Please, let me dance a little longer."

"Have fun, what are you looking for?" Tyme pressed the backs of his hands to his chest, "Tell me, what if I can help?" ”

The homeless man's one-eyed suddenly became clear, not half drunk, and his right hand slowly pushed towards Dean,

Di An's head moved, and he subconsciously slapped his outstretched hand,

"How long have you been living near Balcadisco?"

"Move your ass, twist it with me, be happy, and smile!"

Dean had no choice but to squeeze out an ugly smile, imitating the movements of a homeless man, and the three of them formed a circle in the center of the dance floor, swirling to the music, and danced a warm old disco.

"That's right! I've been living here for a few months. Picking up garbage during the day, drinking and dancing at night, not to mention how chic and happy the days are. ”

"Well, Mr. Tham," Dean shook off Rust's hand over his shoulder, "more than half a month ago, around ten o'clock on the night of April 19th, did you ever see a girl, eighteen or nineteen years old, dark-haired, about the height of... When she left Raymond House on this street, she should have passed by this ballroom. There's a portrait in the car, I'm going to get it! ”

"No, I remember her!"

Tym suddenly smiled mysteriously, revealing a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth,

"Not impressed? I've expected that," Dean just sighed, and then he was shaken by the fact that it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, and he suddenly became a hundred times more energetic.

"Huh? Wait, you say you've seen her! ”

"Old Tyme has a surprisingly good memory since he was a child, and everything I see and hear will stay here forever."

His jet-black nails dotted a thick mess of hair,

"I can take them out again whenever I want."

Dean frowned, this guy can't be teasing me, right?

"You're not kidding? Do you have what it takes? ”

"It's normal for young people not to know, there are a small number of special people, only one in 100,000 people, and only one in 100,000 people is born..."

Suddenly, uncharacteristically, he spoke, his voice loud and magnetic, modulated and frustrated, as if it contained magical wisdom, echoing in Dean's mind repeatedly.

All living beings.

Some people are born different.

Tem's voice actually suppressed the boiling sound.

At this moment, Dean felt extremely strange.

The changing lights of the ballroom gradually moved away from him,

Time seems to pause.

Together with the surrounding air, it becomes viscous and sluggish.

Dyspnea.

Plop plop.

The heart pounded against the eardrums as if it were about to pop out of the chest.

Am I drunk?

No, I didn't drink at all!

He shook his head vigorously, and the surging sound overwhelmed him again, and everything was back to normal.

Dean exhaled, his eyes meeting the one-eyed, and in an instant, he saw his own reflection in it.

Tyme nodded at him and continued,

"I happen to be one of them, and maybe it's a talent that gets more and more proficient as I get older."

"Talent? Do you know what to forget? So how did you get so miserable? Reduced to this? Dean asked,

Old Tim laughed, and retorted sharply with a sharp look,

"Why do you think I'm miserable? Open your eyes and take a good look..."He spread out his hands, turned around and looked around, as if he was standing in the center of the stage where thousands of people were watching, there were countless lights hitting him, he became the most dazzling and only one in the dance hall, "I don't need to work, I don't need to look at people's faces to live happily, I came alone, I've had enough fun and go as I like, you think about it, I'm obviously happier and freer than many ordinary people who work all day and night, and more than billionaires who worry about what to eat and which woman to sleep with every day!" ”

"You have a point," Dean's face froze for a moment, and he decided not to argue with the nervous homeless man anymore, lest there be a problem with his brain, and he asked eagerly, "Back to Mona!" Did she leave alone at the time, and did you notice anything out of the ordinary? Who did she quarrel or conflict with? Or is there someone stalking her? ”

Da-da-la...

The homeless man suddenly hummed a few grotesque notes, raised his hands with his back to Dean and slowly twisted his neck, shoulders, and lumbar spine, and the colorful lights hit his back, and he was like a squirming snake in the shadows.

"Well, Convergence Law, I'll tell you the answer as a thank you for the five dollars you gave me last night for your selfless act of kindness. But boy, from now on, we are both settled, and I don't owe you anything. ”

Two clear?

An indescribable sense of loss and emptiness felt in his chest, as if he had used up some vital and precious opportunity.

"Deer!"

Tyme snapped his fingers with a snap of his fingers to catch Dean's attention, but Tyme's next words made his heart tighten and his energy returned to him.

"Mona was passing by the disco when a car slowly followed her."

"What car?"

"A blue Ferrari 308 GTS cabriolet..."

Tham's one-eyed gaze was deep in the direction of the ballroom door, as if a wonderful story was written in the void,

"I couldn't see the owner's face, but I could see the license plate – BOL 620502... Old Tim felt that if the girl had an accident, it must have nothing to do with the owner of the car. ”

On the dance floor, Dean's writhing body stopped, his mouth wide open, and he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

A blue Ferrari roadster, where do you seem to have seen it?

Where?

Roadster.

Dean's memories suddenly return to the day after the time travel, on the way to school.

Dynamic disco, whizzing cars, and a few chingchong words are still fresh in my memory.

His face changed—

Bob Lowe doesn't have a roadster.

Could it be him?

Dean held his breath for a moment, intense anger and pain choking his heart.

No, it's not!

He shook his head nervously.

Bob Lowe's car is red, not blue!

There are countless rich people in Las Vegas, and there are also many Ferraris, maybe it's just a coincidence?

"A blue roadster?" Rust, who was drunk and crazy with his hair thrown at the side, heard the conversation and made a strange gesture, with his feet apart, his waist bent, and his head looking back from under his crotch.

"Hiccup... Bully Bob Lowe is coming to dance along? ”

He asked Dean with a blushing face and a stupid expression.

"Be serious with me! Isn't Bob's car red? Dean grabbed him by the neck and straightened him into his normal position.

"That Ferrari... Hiccup... Didn't I say it used to be blue all the time... It was only recently converted to red. ”

"He, his license plate number, do you remember?" Dean's voice trembled,

"Amnesia? Didn't you mention it just now, why should I repeat it? Rust said word by word with a big tongue, "BOL 620502, remember?" ”

As Rust's voice fell, Dean felt a shock to the system, and the progress of the investigation skyrocketed from 30 percent to 50 percent.

So, it was Bob Lowe who stalked and took Mona!

Dean gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

Bob Lowe.

Bastard!

No wonder you keep torturing me and beating me.

No wonder you warned me not to harass the theater staff.

No wonder you let me die!

You're scared!

You're afraid I'll find out some evidence!

What exactly did you do to Mona?!

Rage and fear, residual emotions from the past, a tsunami of dean's psychological defenses.

The one who has been searching for it has always been by his side.

He felt a landslide, suffocating vertigo.

In the description of the "Retrieving Mona" event, the originally unknown difficulty begins to change drastically, with hard, medium, and easy, repeatedly.

But Dean didn't have time to care, and whispered to himself,

"Where's Bob Lowe? Yes, he was at the top villa of Moncarlo, having a birthday party. ”

"Mona, wait for me, I'm here to save you!"

Dean grabbed Rust's hand and rushed to the ballroom exit.

"Dean, you look so ugly, are you sick? Wait, where are you going to take me, slow down! ”

……

"Some people are born different, and some people grow up different."

"That's fate."

The homeless man smiled at the two who had gone away, rubbed the intact eye, and a dark bloodshot oozing from around the eye socket.

He raised a glass of whiskey to wash away the blood, closed his eyes and squirmed to disco music, writhing in the empty ballroom and under the rotating lights, his back was vast and lonely.