At night, the moon hangs high.

Outside the gates of the hilltop villa in Moncarlo.

"Fako you, son of a bitch! Dare to touch a finger of Grace, I will play with you! ”

Rust, who had fallen in the bushes, swore weakly at the big iron gate.

"Why is your nose blue and your face swollen? Did the baseball team beat you? ”

A voice came from behind him,

Rust's shoulders trembled, he turned, and the moonlight shone on a familiar face, his face as white as a piece of paper, as if he had been seriously ill!

It was Dean who had just escaped from the villa.

"Man, you can't make a noise when you walk, it scares me. I don't care, Bob is embarrassed, you don't see that his face stinks like a stone in the toilet! Hiss... I scolded so well! ”

Rust rubbed his chest and grinned in pain,

"By the way, did you find a clue about Mona?"

Dean nodded, snorting and covering his arm,

"Wait, you're hurt too?" Rust noticed that the other party's left arm was bright red, and his heart jumped, "Is it Bob's dog mongrel?" ”

"Get out of here and go back to my house!"

……

The two took advantage of the darkness to descend the mountain, and Dean was worried about leaving clues and witnesses, so he did not take a taxi along the way.

On the way back, several police cars whizzed past and made their way to the top of the hill, where it was clear that something was going on.

"Man, you're not going to set fire to the villa, are you?"

"It's a bit complicated."

Dean diverted the subject.

It's a long way.

After experiencing a vicious battle in the villa, Dean was depressed, had a splitting headache, and was exhausted.

But as he walked, the iron man's natural and powerful recovery began to take effect, and in addition to being hungry, his condition was actually getting better and better, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding.

Two hours later.

The two left the city and entered the remote and secluded suburbs, and Dean quietly threw away the bullet casings he picked up from the villa and the surveillance tapes he trampled on in batches.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

The two quietly returned home, and Dean first treated himself and Rust with medical alcohol and a cold compress.

Fortunately, the bullet on his arm was not serious, and the bullet shell had grazed a piece of skin the size of a fingernail.

Rust had multiple bruises all over his body, but they were only superficial injuries that healed in a few days.

After treating the wound, Dean took a pile of food from the refrigerator and cooked it and brought it to the backyard.

Rust eats canned meat, and tells ostentatiously about what he saw and experienced at the villa, as well as his fears about Bob's threats against his mother, Grace.

Dean listened as he enjoyed two steaks, three loaves of bread, and two cartons of milk until his hunger wore off.

He changed his clothes, mask, and shoes and threw them into the iron basin, and set them on fire to Rust's astonished eyes.

"Why do you want to burn clothes?"

Rust stopped chewing, his eyes were dumbfounded, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, how could this be like destroying evidence?

Dean looked into his eyes, but didn't answer positively,

"Thank you for speaking at the party, you dared to speak for me in front of so many people, under tremendous pressure, and blame Bob, good brother."

Rust's bruised cheeks flushed, and he touched the back of his head and shook his head.

"The detective duo, they're all brothers, and they need polite words? Besides, it's me, Dean, that you gave me back my courage, otherwise I would still be a coward that everyone can bully! For a week now, I feel like I've been... Well... Transformation, even Grace praised me for my self-confidence, which is all thanks to you. ”

Dean listened to his head, took a deep breath, and made some kind of decision.

"Rust, are you trustworthy, can you keep a secret for me? Even if this secret is extremely terrifying, so terrible that it violates the 'iron law' of Las Vegas. ”

"I, Rust, do anything to betray Dean, then I, then I..." Although Rust didn't know why the other party asked, he gritted his teeth and swore categorically, "I'll go to hell!" ”

Dean thought about it, even if he didn't tell the truth now.

With Rust's cleverness, when the police ask him for questioning, he will definitely be able to guess the truth.

Instead of covering up and deceiving, it is better to be honest, win his favor and trust, and deal with the investigation together, so as not to be confused by the sudden interrogation.

At worst, Dean is just fleeing Las Vegas.

I have to say that after obtaining supernatural abilities, Dean's thoughts are no longer the rigid rules he used to be, and he has a little more confidence in his heart.

But it would be great if you could continue to hide your identity and get out of this "accident".

"Listen... You don't have to worry about Bob hurting Grace anymore. ”

"What do you mean?" A blank look flashed in Rust's eyes.

"Bob is dead."

Groov.

Rust's mouth opened wide, and the eaten can in his hand fell to the ground.

The entire backyard fell into an eerie dead silence.

The cold night breeze was blowing.

The heart is pounding.

Mars crackled and crackled, reflecting two faces with very different expressions.

Half a minute later.

Rust was about to suffocate, clutching his chest and taking a deep breath, his voice trembling,

"You, you killed Bob?"

"That's right." A bitter hatred shot out of Dean's eyes, and then he closed his eyes, "Do you know what that brute did to Mona?" He used chemicals, strong acids or strong bases, to melt Mona. ”

"Kill him, I have a clear conscience. I just hate that he died too easily. ”

"Don't you hate him, think about what he did to you before, think about how he humiliated you in public in the villa!"

"Yes, I hate him, I want him punished! But—"

Hiss –

Rust sat down on the ground, his head down, his temples bulging and swollen.

"Bob killed Mona, and my good friend killed Bob."

Receiving such shocking news all at once, he felt that his brain was down and blank. Bob Lowe was hateful, but he never wanted to kill him.

He was really unacceptable for a while, the whole person was like sitting on pins and needles, and the buttocks on the sofa were moving around.

Di quietly drank the milk without urging.

After a long time, wait until the other party's face improves slightly before speaking,

"Rust, are you going to tell me?" Dean looked at Rust calmly.

"How is that possible!" Rust instinctively shook his head, "I swore I would never betray you!" Can... But why don't you go to the LVPD and denounce Bob? ”

"He is cunning, he has long disposed of most of the evidence, and what is left is not enough to convict." Dean patiently explained, "And with the energy of his billionaire daddy, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that we will convict him, he will be locked up for a few years at most and he will come out." That's not a punishment at all. ”

Dean suddenly raised his voice, "Rust, do you think Bob shouldn't be damned?" ”

"He, he deserves it!"

Rust suddenly clenched his fists and said to himself,

"Actually, actually... You're doing the right thing, if Bob is still alive, it won't be long before there will be other innocent victims under his command. ”

"Yes," said Raste, looking up at his friend, and exclaimed as if cheered, "you're saving people, and you're doing it right." ”

"Rust, my good brother, I'm glad you agree with my approach." Dean patted the other party on the shoulder, "Next, it's time for us to discuss it." ”

"Tomorrow, Monday at the latest, the day after tomorrow, the COP will definitely come to you for questioning, and all the people who have been to the party will not be able to escape."

"When the time comes, you will honestly answer that you went with me to drink too much during the day, and your brain is a little out of control, so you scolded Bob at the party. There's no need to hide your usual bad relationship with Bob. ”

Dean rubbed his chin and thought that COP couldn't possibly think that a young high school student like Rust would be able to break Bob's limbs.

Moreover, Rust had never been to the third floor of the villa, and when he attacked Bob, he had already been kicked out of the villa and had no chance of committing a crime.

He was innocent in every sense of the word.

"But one thing you have to keep in mind is that if they ask me about it, you say that in the morning after we parted, I refused to go to Bob's birthday party and went home because I hated him. You didn't see me at the party that night. ”

"But after being driven away. You came to my house again, and I was asleep at the time. You woke me up and talked to me for a long time..."

……

"Remember to ask COP, is there something going on in the villa? When he tells you the news of Bob's death, it is normal to show a surprised expression appropriately. ”

……

Dean and Rust discussed for a long time, and even had a rudimentary rehearsal, Dean played COP, and the countless suspenseful and thriller American dramas in the future gave him a lot of inspiration.

Rust plays the role of the prisoner being interrogated.

Rust was a little panicked at first, but under Dean's high-intensity brainwashing training, he quickly regained his composure, after all, most of it was telling the truth.

Dean was satisfied.

The psychological qualities of this guy are a bit beyond his appearance and age.

……

It was two o'clock in the morning.

"You go to sleep in the innermost bedroom on the second floor, I'll call you tomorrow morning, and then practice again."

"What about you?" Rust yawned, having been through too much today, and being beaten again, his eyelids were already fighting.

"I'll think about it again."

"Rest early." Rust went up the stairs.

Dean leaned back against the couch, rubbing his temples, his mind racing through the events of the day.

Rip.

Rip.

I did my best to erase the traces, and the most likely flaws were the bloodstains, shoe prints, and even hair left in the villa, which could not be cleaned up at the time.

But there were hundreds of people in the party, and there were too many guests to go to the scene of the crime, and they also left their own traces, which were huge distractions.

It takes a lot of time for COPs to get to the bottom of it.

And they can't just ask for a biometric sample of one of their own people who didn't go to the party.

Dean thought about it and remembered something else.

Will Bob Lowe's father, who never showed up, have a negative impact on him?

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no other good way for Dean to be vigilant for the time being.

……

Dean rubbed his temples and pulled himself together to check the system's personal records.

Dean Lew

Character Level: 0 (90/100)

Age: 18

Physique: 11.5

Power: 10.5

Sensitivity: 11.5

Perception: 9

Spirit: 12

Will: 9→11

……

Abilities (3/5):

Fighting Lv1 (5/200)

Shooting Lv0 (10/100): The ability to attack with ranged weapons such as guns and bows, and slightly increase the two attributes of perception and agility with each upgrade.

Shadow of the Past Lv0 (1/100): Summons the ghost Dean from your body to assist you in attacking, defending, scouting... The intensity of the ghost is associated with your spirit. Please explore other features on your own.

Each upgrade slightly increases mental attributes.

Specialty:

Junior Iron Man

Event: 0/1

Completed –

1. The death of teenage Dean.

2. Mona's whereabouts.

……

"Ten more points of experience will increase your personal level. Today is a fruitful day. ”

Two lives, first blood, a lot of bloody scenes, but there is not much discomfort in Di An'an.

Getting rid of a scum does not violate his bottom line of being a man.

In addition, he avenged Mona, fulfilled the last wish of his predecessor, and can be regarded as fulfilling his original promise!

It's worth celebrating!

Well, no sadness, I'm not sad at all.

Dean thought so, tears welling up in his calm face.

He sat on the couch with his face covered and shrugged his shoulders silently...

The moonlight outside the window makes the back particularly bleak.

I don't know how long it took, but the gloom and sadness in my heart seemed to pour out with tears.

The chest was dull and lightened.

"Dean, rejoice, the tragedy of the past has come to an end today, and it's time for a new life."

He muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth to continue to examine the system:

The sudden appearance of the shooting skill is a bonus.

But now that Dean thinks about it, there is an anomaly in this skill.

He fired just one shot at Bob and gained a staggering 10 proficiency points.

At the same time, he magically had a little more basic knowledge of using a gun in his mind, including the posture of holding a gun and information about several commonly used firearms, and he was like a newcomer who had learned to shoot for a week.

Using fighting as a reference, the speed of shooting is extremely abnormal, too fast.

Then there is a possibility.

The proficiency gained by killing targets in battle is far greater than that gained from normal training and actual combat.

But this is just Dean's speculation, and it remains to be waited for the opportunity to verify further.

……

These harvests are normal.

Dean's biggest surprise is the opening of the superpower Shadow of the Past - consuming his mental power and summoning invisible ghosts.

According to Bob's abnormal performance in the corridor, ordinary people can't see the existence of the shadow at all, and can only be beaten unilaterally, which cannot be explained by science and can be called a perversion.

Thinking of this, Dean's mood fluctuated, and the ordinariness of this world was really just the appearance.

There must be other supernatural things that resemble ghosts.

But he held back his excitement and did not recklessly summon Shadow again.

In just a few minutes in the corridor of Bob's villa, his mental power was almost drained, and his head was dizzy, as if he hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

The cost of this power is unexpectedly large!

Even if he recovers a bit now, Dean still plans to get a good night's sleep and try to summon again tomorrow for various detailed experiments and tests.

……

Dean perused the skill description of Shadow of the Past again.

Abnormal souls.

Dormant in the shell of the old.

Wailing day and night.

Influence successors.

"It's no wonder that when I used to think of Mona, I was always emotionally out of control, behaving abnormally, as if my hands and feet didn't listen to me. It turns out that I have been hiding a laggard in my body. ”

Dean was stunned.

However, after the system transformed this crane tail into a superpower, Dean's willpower increased by two points strangely, and as a result, his mental state became more stable.

Dean closed her eyes and recalled the sweet memories of her predecessor and Mona, and her tragic fate at the end was like watching a sad movie.

It's amazing, although there are still some ups and downs in emotions.

But in the simple and passionate love between the predecessor and Mona, the current Dean has become a complete bystander.

It was as if he had unloaded the burden of Qianjun on his body, and he was not reluctant to give up on it, and every breath was extremely relaxed.

Dean took out the poster, stroked it gently, and stared at the half-length sketch of Mona: a cowboy hat, black hair, and a smile as bright as the girl next door.

Dean stood up and hung the Skywalker poster and Mona's portrait on the wall of the hall.

"I'm finally back to normal, and I'm the real Dean now!"

"A private detective with superpowers in the future, who hasn't started yet!"

"There shouldn't be any loopholes!"

Leak!

Dean thought of something, and looked up at the second floor, his eyes becoming very complicated.

A slight snoring came from the bedroom, and Rust should be asleep.

Di listened quietly for a long time, shook his head and smiled, and then solemnly whispered to the second floor:

"Rust, I owe you a favor, and I'll pay you back later."

Dean lay on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.