Eight o'clock in the morning.

Lazy morning light shines through the window.

After a soft knock on the door.

A row of men in black police uniforms with LVPD badges shining on their chests poured into Dean's hospital room, surrounding the hospital bed.

"Good morning Dean, I'm LVPD Director Laurill Howard..."

The old man in the crowd was in his fifties, with a thin body, gray temples, thick dark circles on his face, deep nasolabial folds, and traces of time.

But I can vaguely see the heroic appearance of youth from the straight nose bridge and deep eyes.

His gentle palm held Dean's hand strongly, and his voice was full of anger and a hint of guilt,

"I'm sorry we're late, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine." Dean rolled his gaze, and the COPs who came in had cordial and warm smiles on their faces. "The wound was bandaged, and the doctor said that it would heal after a few days of rest."

Dean swept his gaze to the back of the COP and was surprised to see a special acquaintance, a dark blue suit, an elegant temperament, carrying a black briefcase, and a handsome FBI agent, Holden Ford.

"God forbid."

The director paused, took a deep breath, and said in a sad tone,

"Dean, on behalf of all LVPD, I sincerely apologize to you for our review mistakes regarding the sudden incident on the anniversary day... Too lax management... Slow response... As a result..."

"Regarding this vicious incident, LVPD will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation and compensation. Please recuperate with peace of mind and contact Officer Spears stationed at the hospital if you have any lifestyle needs. ”

The mustachioed police officer next to the chief smiled at Dean,

"Now, rest well, young man, and I wish you a speedy recovery." The director patted Dean on the shoulder, "I'll see you in a few days." ”

He left with a group of people.

But there was one persona non grata who stayed.

"See you again, remember me, right?"

Holden sat down in the escort chair beside the bedside very familiarly, grinning,

"The FBI likes to assume and threaten people." Dean shook his head helplessly and rubbed his eyes.

Affected by the mental improvement, he was too excited last night, even if he was exhausted after the extreme tempering, he still had a rare insomnia.

"It seems that we have a deep misunderstanding, but don't worry, I have ruled out the suspicion that your uncle killed Bob." Holden gave him a thumbs up, "Now I'm just thanking you as an ordinary citizen, and by the way, I'll ask you a few questions in lie." ”

Dean calmly took an orange from the bedside table and peeled it, chewing on the sweet and sour citrus and asked,

"I also have a question for you, is the situation serious this time? How many people died? ”

Holden thought for a moment and said with an ugly face,

"According to preliminary counts, the death toll is thirty-five, including the tragic death of your dear Headmaster, Mr. Ulysses. More than forty people were injured and crowded two nearby hospitals. ”

"The impact of this attack was devastating, and Las Vegas hasn't had such a horrific shooting in two decades."

Holden's voice turned, and he looked at Dean without hiding his appreciation,

"But in the midst of vicious events, there are also flashes of humanity."

"For your heroic performance, the school, the LVPD, and the city government are ready to present you with a prize and a medal of honor in public on the day of the memorial service for the victims."

Dean chewed in his mouth.

The gun shot the first bird, and he didn't want to be a public figure inexplicably.

Someone had to share the attention, so he said,

"I can't be the only one who wins, can I? What about the other warriors? ”

"Who are you referring to? Your classmates? Holden's eyes were surprised, a little confused,

"I vaguely remember a couple of people who were with me in subduing the gunslingers, and Principal Ulysses was also... He was shot at the time. Dean stared into his eyes and said solemnly,

The warrior has died a heroic death - the dead cannot reveal his perjury.

"Wait!"

Holden frowned suddenly, put his fingers in front of his lips, and made a gesture of silence,

"This is different from what I know about the actual situation. The surviving black man Vazel said that you were the only one fighting the gunman. ”

With an extremely ridiculous expression on his face, Dean repeated what he had said to Rust and his party last night.

This time it became more proficient.

"Vazel, black, you know, he was probably madly obsessed with Bruce Lee's Enter the Dragon, so he had the illusion that all Chinese were 'kung fu masters' from the Shaolin Temple, but he was wrong."

Holden clasped his fingers with his hands, held his chin, and looked at Dean with blazing eyes,

"The situation in the field analysis is different from what you said."

"Then how do I take out three retired soldiers armed with AKs on my own and complete this incredible challenge?"

Holden said nothing.

This is also a puzzle that LVPD officers can't solve with their hard work.

With the special terrain of the beach on the shore of Lake Mead and the environment surrounded by three gunmen, how can an ordinary high school student turn the crisis around on his own?

Ballistic analysis, scene reproduction, eyewitness confessions, autopsies of the gunman, and various methods have been tried, but the complex scenes at that time cannot be completely restored.

But in that case, even the elite of the "Delta" special forces will most likely be shot into a sieve, let alone a high school student.

There are also some ambiguities and exaggerations in the testimony of eyewitness Vazel, whose credibility is questionable.

"All the people who resisted with you were shot?" Holden asked,

"I don't remember exactly, I was nervous." Dean saw the FBI's suspicious look and shook his head, "If you have to say that I did it alone, I can't help it." ”

"But are you sure that a yellow-skinned high school student who single-handedly killed three white gunmen and saved a group of innocent whites and blacks was able to convince the public?"

Holden twisted his eyebrows, a complicated look flashed in his eyes,

The current social environment is very bad.

Just this year, Japan's auto exports have surpassed that of the United States.

The performance of the three major American auto companies has plummeted, and many people have lost their jobs as a result, hating the little people who took their jobs, and hating all the yellow skin.

Allowing the yellow-skinned to become the sole savior of the Las Vegas Lake Mead shooting is to some extent a huge risk of public opinion.

This is also where the director asked him to figure it out.

"Young man, I don't understand why you lie and reject being a hero so much, but I respect your statement, I will convey your words to the LVPD, and you may be fulfilled in the bureau."

Holden asked with a scrutinizing gaze, and took out a pen and paper from his briefcase,

"But I still have doubts, one of the gunmen was strangled and wiped his throat, you did it, don't deny it, there is fingerprint evidence. Where did you learn these skills? ”

Dean calmly stated, "I learned a little wrestling from my uncle, and the guy was also seriously injured and couldn't use his strength, so I strangled him like I usually practiced. ”

"Why do you have to give him a knife in the neck after he faints? Don't leave a living mouth. ”

"How do I know he's fainted? What if he gets up and gives me a shot? I've never been to that situation, I was so scared, I just knew to do my best, you know? ”

Holden wrote a comment and asked,

"What about your throat wiping technique? The gunman's trachea and major artery were severed with a knife, and the average person could not find the location. ”

"I don't know, maybe it's luck that hits the nail on the head. Mr. FBI, I killed the gunman, I don't deny it, but is it illegal, is it necessary to interrogate me like a prisoner? Dean looked at him, it was useless to show weakness and play stupid now.

Holding shook his head, pulled out a picture of Colt M1911A1 from his coat pocket and placed it in front of Dean.

"Is this your gun? You hit two Gunners hard with its matching .45ACP. The angle is incredibly tricky, passing through the armpit where the bulletproof vests of two people are weak, how do you do it. ”

Holden's eyes were blazing.

Di An'an thought about electric turning.

The other party must have obtained his fingerprints from the gun earlier, and it is useless to deny it.

"Maybe God forbid, it just happened to let me shoot."

Dean is still vague,

"Don't look at me like that. I've registered, spent enough money, paid taxes, bought firearms legally and compliantly, and I haven't practiced much yet, so you can check it at any time. ”

Dean simply told the story of his experience in the Silent Hunter.

"The reason for buying a gun, you should know, my house was ransacked by mobs, and I was scared, so I bought some weapons to carry with me for self-defense!"

"Where did the money come from to buy a gun?"

"I wrote a song and sold it to the school's Good Morning Band and made a profit, you don't believe you can go and verify it, it's been filed."

With a strange glow in his eyes, Holden circled around Dean for half a circle, patted him on the shoulder, and quietly removed a strand of hair from his hospital gown out of Dean's sight.

"Are all high school students so good now? The butcher who confronts the shooting, the superhuman courage to fight back, and the musical cell and artistic talent, Dean, you are a genius. ”

His tone was full of admiration, with a hint of weird narcissism, as if he was complimenting himself in the mirror.

Another genius?

Dean got tired of this statement and pulled away from the topic,

"By the way, I saw these three murderers when I left the Silent Hunting Pistol Shop, and they were shopping for weapons."

"Are you sure?" Holden's expression was solemn, his steps stopped, his hands in his jacket pockets, and elegantly, quickly, and covertly hid the strand of hair.

"Hmmm! I was very impressed, their appearance was different from ordinary people, exuding a unique temperament, and there was a cripple among them, and these are all right! ”

“SHIT！” Holden cursed in a low voice, "I knew Nevada's terrible gun control policy, and sooner or later it would have to be poked out of the big basket!" ”

As he spoke, he nodded,

"Thanks, Dean, you've done you a great favor, and the Silent Hunter must have a new clue. In exchange, LVPD does not account for your mistake of carrying a gun in public. ”

"When are you going to give me back the gun?" Dean sat in a strange position, his eyes staring blankly ahead, not at Holden, as if he were talking to himself. "Won't give me 'civil forfeiture', right?"

"LVPD, which fool would dare to confiscate the hero's weapon? If that's the case, I can think of the front page headline of tomorrow's Las Vegas Daily News - confiscating heroes for self-defense weapons, but giving the green light to murderers? ”

"Don't worry, I'll send a message to LVPD at that time, and the gun will be returned to its original owner."

Holden solemnly promised, and suddenly shrunk his neck, and a gust of wind blew through the back of his neck, and at the same time the top of his head stabbed as if someone was pulling his hair.

He didn't pay attention to the pocket of his suit, and for a moment it swelled strangely.

Di Anxin recalled the shadow with satisfaction.

"About the three gunmen, have you found out anything, they have no children? How could you be so ruthless as to shoot at such a group of students? ”

Dean was indignant on the surface, but he just asked casually, and he didn't think that the other party would tell him such an important secret as a high school student.

But Holden just doesn't play according to common sense.

"Further investigation is needed... BUT THE BACKGROUNDS OF THE THREE HAVE BEEN VERIFIED, AND THEY ARE ALL RETIRED SOIDIERS WHO HAVE SETTLED IN CALIFORNIA. ”

"After participating in the defeat that ended eight years ago, I was physically injured, mentally suffering from PTSD, unable to find a stable job, and not having enough income to support my family, so I felt resentment."

"According to multiple survivors, they made similar statements before they did it, so it is likely that this operation was in retaliation against American society."

Holden's answer was fluent, as if he were communicating with a colleague.

Dean couldn't understand this guy more and more, and told himself that it wasn't against the law?

"But there are doubts," Holden's voice changed,

"For example?" Dean quietly handed over a glass of water,

"If they have that much money to buy a fully automatic weapon and that expensive set of bulletproof equipment, why don't they send the money to their home, or keep it for themselves to improve their lives, there's only one possibility-"

Holden paused for a meaningful remark, pushed away his chair and got up, making an apologetic expression, obviously not intending to reveal any more.

But Dean guessed what was going on.

The only possibility - the gunman's family has already received a sum of money.

Whose money?

The real initiators, the life money of the people behind this attack!

Dean couldn't help but see a man with a round face, hooked nose, neatly combed black hair, and full of business elite temperament.

Bob Lowe's father –

James Lowe!

Dean's body under the white hospital gown suddenly tensed.

If it was James Lowe's killer who organized this heart-wrenching attack, it must have been to avenge his son, Bob Lowe.

Then killing his son himself is the original goal of revenge!

……

"Dean, isn't you feeling well? I'll call a doctor for you? ”

Dean shook his head and poured a few mouthfuls of water, suppressing the guilt in his heart, he just did what he had to do.

But he should have been more decisive, and when he realized the threat, he went straight to solve the hidden dangers.

However, the experience of the harmonious society and the Celestial Empire in his previous life still deeply affected his character.

Indecisive and tends to be conservative.

"It's a lesson!"

Di An'an said.

This time, James Lowe definitely can't stay any longer!

With a decision, Dean looked at Holden apologetically,

"I want to rest, will I be here today?"

Holden nodded, got up sharply, but stopped in front of the door again.

"Dean."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, the name 'Hero' is a powerful talisman, and no one dares to trouble you at this time. Also, I appreciate you more and more, and we will meet again soon. ”

……

Poof!

He closed the door and walked out of the room.

Holding leaned his back against the wooden door, pulled out his notebook and flipped through one of the pages, drawing out all the records about Dean in one stroke.

Remove the hair from your jacket pocket and carefully put it in a plastic bag.

"There is a high probability that he infiltrated the villa and killed the enemy Bob Lowe, and he was ruthless."

"Risking his life to forcibly kill a gunman in Lake Mead and save the lives of a group of people, but he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to be in the limelight."

"Strange boy."

Daylight from the hallway window came in.

Holden Ford walked out.

……

Inside the hospital room.

Dean, who was also backed by the wooden door and only a door away from Holden, withdrew from God's perspective.

Think back to what you spied on your notebook.

Holden gave him a very strange impression, he didn't seem to have any malice, he paid special attention to himself, and there were a lot of small movements.

"But I won."

In the middle of the conversation in the hospital room just now, Dean had already passed through the 'shadow' and unknowingly lost the strands of his own hair in the FBI pocket and turned it into Holden's hair.

"Let's analyze and compare my own hair, and then return my 'innocence', and if you dare to mess around, I will send you to heaven."

"But now to deal with James Law with all our might, we must first find his whereabouts."

Dean confronted a black man, a member of the baseball team.

"Bob Lowe's former henchmen may know a clue."