The cozy, old cottage is still the same dining table covered with pale yellow cloths.

The lights illuminate a variety of specialties such as sizzling roast chicken, roast beef tongue with sauce, steaming corn porridge, and yellow-fried starfish full of "artistic sense".

Three people sat around the table.

Dean glanced at the two opposites, wearing a woolen shawl and a long tropical print dress, and a strange old man beside Tribeca, who had carefully combed her hair.

He is more than 1.9 meters tall, has a thin build, and wears jeans, casual shoes, and a large black coat.

Short flaxen hair with a hint of silver white is parted with hair wax, a high nose bridge, high cheekbones, deep wrinkles on the face, and a stern and serious appearance.

"Tribeca, is it any wonder that today I am willing to replace the 10,000-year-old beans, pork and rice, and prepare such a sumptuous meal, this is to prepare to buy me to work hard?"

He glanced at the old man, grabbed a roast chicken leg and chewed it, it was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, tender and juicy, and a bite was full of fragrance.

"Talent and talent are not used from time to time, and it is like a knife and gun that have been left for a long time will slowly rust. It just so happens that one of my old buddies is in a bit of trouble, so I asked you by the way, do you have time to deal with it, right to exercise? Tribeca's kind face smiled and wrinkled, and she looked at the man next to her, "This is Marco Van Hersin, from Reno. ”

Reno?

Dean recalled that the place was a city more than 400 miles north of Las Vegas, which also belonged to the state of Nevada.

"I've heard from Tribeca that you're a brilliant private investigator who has solved several nearly impossible commissions in Las Vegas." The old man smiled at Dean and stood up and stretched out his hand, "And I happen to be in a big problem. ”

His voice was hoarse and majestic.

Dean raised an eyebrow, and saw Tribeca's gray hair shake, signaling that she hadn't divulged any secrets to him.

"Mr. Marco, I'm not really a detective yet, I'm a lover of bizarre events at best." Dean put down the smooth chicken bones, wiped the grease on his hands and reached out with the man, and immediately noticed that there were several irregularly shaped scars on the back of the other party's right palm and side, "You are a veterinarian?" ”

"That's right, how did you find out?" The old man asked,

"These scars are all from small animal bites." He tapped the back of the other man's hand, after all, he had learned something after so long with Holden.

"Good observation." The old man's eyes softened a little when he looked at Dean, "I'm quite famous on Reno's side, if you have cats and dogs that need treatment, just come to me, for Tribeca's sake, I'll give you a discount." ”

"To get back to the point, my son Luben van Hersin is missing, and I want your help to find him," the old man took out a picture from his swarthy purse and placed it in front of Dean.

In the photo, there is a man in a black trench coat in his thirties, whose height, body shape, and appearance are seven or eight points similar to the old man, but much younger, and his temples are slightly sunken, and his lips are angled downward, which is a bit bitter.

His cheeks and limbs are tense and appear very stiff, and there is a faint melancholy between his eyebrows, which is reminiscent of a literary youth.

He tilted his neck slightly and didn't seem to like taking pictures very much.

"How old is your son and what does he do?" Dean picked up the photo and got closer, complaining in his heart whether he had anything to do with the disappearance, last time it was Grace, and this time it was a man.

"Lu Ben is six years old Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and he works..."The old man pressed his hands and kneezed them, and a trace of bitterness appeared on his face, "He is a freelancer, and he has never had a regular job since graduating from college." ”

"And he lived with you before he disappeared?" Dean asked,

The old man hesitated for two seconds,

"He rented an apartment outside, and I paid him a living allowance every month."

Di An'an smiled, the thirty-six-year-old young man still let his sixty-year-old father support him, isn't it the American version of the gnawing old family.

Seeing that the old man's face was not very good, Dean changed the topic,

"How long has Luben been missing? Where did you go missing? ”

"One night six months ago, he disappeared after visiting a bar in downtown Reno."

Half?

"You really think of me." Dean immediately took a sip of polenta and suppressed the shock, "Don't you think this time is too long, it is almost a hundred times the time of the golden detection, I dare to guarantee that nine percent of the evidence has disappeared or been artificially destroyed with time, I don't think there is much hope." ”

The old man was silent.

"By the way, did you call the police to investigate?" Dean asked again,

"Not only did I call the police, but I also hired two private detectives, posted missing person notices, published newspapers, and TV news reports, all tried, and I spent a lot of money and time, but unfortunately it was useless." Marko's forehead was raised deep and furrowed, and his face was gloomy as water, "My son Lu Ben is like evaporating from the world. ”

Dean's expression also became a little more solemn.

"You know, tens of thousands of people in the United States are unaccounted for every year for a variety of reasons, but for the most part, no one has ever seen them, and no so-called detective has ever found them, not to mention that I'm just an amateur."

"I know what you mean, there's little hope, but I still want to give it a try."

The old man raised his head slightly and looked into the air, counting the landings,

"My unmarried son did not marry and have children, leaving a descendant for the Van Hersin family, and if he is gone, our family will be doomed."

But his slightly red eyes and anxious demeanor made his concern overflowing,

"If I had been able to have children in my twenties younger, I wouldn't have been so unwilling. Now, there's no way I'm going to give up on him anyway. ”

"Son, how about helping him in my face?" Tribeca reached out and grabbed Dean's hand, a glint flashing in her vicissitudes of life, "And Marco Zushang is doing something related to you." Help him, and you will definitely not suffer. ”

Careers related to me.

Dian moved his head, Tribeca's business should be about hunting non-human monsters and legendary species.

Could it be that this Marco van Hessingzu is an expert in the field of monsters who have seen supernatural beings?

Marco saw Dean's hesitation, his face was straight, and he made a decisive promise,

"You're the one Tribeca recommended, and I'm sure you're going to be very capable. As long as you are willing to help, go to Reno for a trip, whether you can find someone or not, I will pay 2,000 dollars for the journey. If you help me find the roadbook, I will repay you with an extra weight, whether you live or die. ”

"I'm a little curious, do you mean banknotes when you say returns?" Di An's head swelled with a hint of anticipation,

The old man's cloudy eyes turned, and a trace of flesh pain flashed on the old cheeks,

"It's tricky to delegate, and the reward is naturally not stingy, and you can get a $100,000 after-tax reward if you find Luben, or choose another reward."

"Well, I heard Tribeca say that you're interested in the occult and some monsters from folklore... My grandfather, who has been deceased for many years, was an expert in this area, and left a few precious antiques and collectibles at home, so you can pick one at will, rest assured, you will not be disappointed. ”

As the old man's voice fell.

A hint flashed in front of Dean, and you triggered a new event, Luben Van Hersin.

The last male of the Van Hersin family was unaccounted for after a night out bar.

His father, Marco van Hersin, has made a promise to you to help you find someone.

You'll need to find out what happened to Luben's disappearance, and at least give Marco another chance to see him.

……

Event difficulty: Unknown (lack of key information)

Progress (5/100)

Duration: Undecided

Reward: At least 30 XP + difficulty bonus.

Penalties: None

……

Unknown difficulty? This also means that it may just be an ordinary disappearance, or it may be mixed with mysterious powers, which is not a small risk.

But in the face of the expectant eyes of the two old men, and the family's mysterious collection promised by Marco, he also plans to leave Las Vegas alone to go out and fill in the new skill slot.

He couldn't find a reason to refuse,

"Can I go and see your ancestor's collection first?"

"Let's wait until the investigation is over." There was a hint of test in the old man's eyes.

"Then I'll take the commission." Dean mused, "But I can't guarantee that I'll find someone, and time is limited, the investigation will last a week at most, and after a week, I'll be leaving regardless of the outcome." ”

Marco exchanged a look with Tribeca, who was full of relief, and nodded heavily,

"This week, I will reimburse you for your food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as all kinds of investigation expenses. Without further ado, let's go right away? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll have to go back and get some preparations," Dean pondered, and if the difficulty of the event was unknown, he would have to prepare for the worst.

Therefore, grenades, sniper rifles and other weapons must also be brought along.

"By the way, I don't have a plane, I'll drive there myself, and I'll be in Reno in seven or eight hours from Las Vegas."

"Then I'll ride with you." The old man said, "On the way, let's talk about the clues that have been found." ”

(End of chapter)