The seven went to the rental car company and booked an extended Lincoln for the night of the prom.

For the next few days, he would go to Abby's house every night to practice dancing to dynamic music.

Waltz, tango, and flamenco have all been tried, and it is not good to learn much in a short period of time, just remember a few simple routines so that you don't stick in place at the party.

At this time, LV3 fighting brought some unexpected joy to Dean, to some extent, dance and fighting require physical coordination, flexibility, and endurance... It's just that martial arts have more explosive confrontation and strike training, and dance has more rhythm, rhythm and beauty.

Dean has a fighting foundation and is more agile than ordinary people, which is a unique talent.

The waltz that ordinary people can barely get started with in a week or two, Dean danced for two nights, and the basic dance steps and gentle circles were already in shape.

As a sports enthusiast, Gretchen also dabbled in dancing when he was a child, and the two soon danced skillfully in the yard, clinging to the magic in circles.

"Ahh On the other side, Jenny under the willow tree snorted, looked down at the red and swollen instep, and glared at her dance partner, "Clumsy, can't you learn from Dean?" ”

"God, I'm a normal person, how can I compare to a monster?" Beck turned his head to look at his eyes, and then the disaster turned to the east, "It's better to compare with Rust!" ”

Rust was standing in the spot, while Britney sat across from him, rubbing her instep with a grumbling face, and she couldn't remember how many times she had been trampled on.

"It's good if someone steps on your feet." In the corner, Abby sighed faintly, opened her hands to embrace the air, and danced solo.

……

Between the dances, it was the day Holden left Las Vegas.

369 Fifth Avenue South of Henderson City.

On top of the ruins that had been burned by the flames, a new two-story white western-style building rose from the ground.

And the owner of the new house, Alvin Garcia, warmly entertained two old friends who had been absent for a long time.

Set up the grill and bring a few cases of beer.

Surrounded by a ring of bright sunflowers, enjoy a barbecue meal together.

"The house has been built, the job has been found, the next step is to get a wife?" Dean took a bite of the golden crispy pork chop and turned his head to look at Alvin, who had not been seen for a year,

The once decadent and sloppy street homeless man was dressed in a plaid shirt, khaki slacks, with a healthy flush on his face, bright eyes, and looked much younger than before.

"I'm here today thanks to the two of you," Alvin glanced gratitatively over Dean and Holden, and held up the beer can toward them, "If you have any trouble in the future, come to me, and I will do my best to repay it." ”

Dean held up Pure Fruit and clinked a glass with him,

"By the way, I remembered something," Alvin took a sip of his beer, "A program team came to interview me more than a month ago, and asked me to tell me in detail about the whole experience of self-healing cancer after the fire, and then make a program to broadcast it." He also promised to pay me two thousand dollars. ”

Dean suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity, and Abby didn't say the same, "Is it an East Coast program that claims to specialize in bizarre folk tales?" ”

"That's right,"

"You told them all?" Dean quietly flattened the can,

"Why, I promised to keep you a secret," Alvin patted his chest, "I didn't say a word about you and the medium. I'm just saying that I had a fire in my sleep at the time. ”

Dean pondered and said,

"Did the program team leave a business card for you?"

"Wait a minute," Alvin got up and entered the room, and two minutes later pulled out a rudimentary white business card, without any job title or address, only a name and a phone number.

Jacqueline Bourzheva

Phone: 001-702-XXX

"Las Vegas Local Calls." Holden on the side put down the empty beer can and glanced at the business card, "Did they specify which show they were responsible for?" ”

"According to them, the show is still in the secrecy stage of planning and has not been revealed to me."

"How many members do they have, what do they look like?" Dean interjected,

"Three white men, two men against camera equipment, one female reporter." Alvin lowered his head and thought, "The two men were about thirty years old, white, burly, with black hair and blonde hair, and they were both about six feet tall and ordinary-looking. ”

"The lady should be no more than thirty years old, petite, sweet-looking, with long red hair... Well, that's all I remember. ”

"They were very professional when they fiddled with the equipment, and I experienced what it was like to be on TV for the first time."

Alvin chatted carefully about the program group, and then raised the beer can,

"Dean is graduating, Holden is returning to Virginia, and I don't know if there's a chance to see you again. I can only pray for you and may God bless you and be in good health forever. ”

……

"There's a problem with that guy?" After saying goodbye to Alvin, Holden followed Dean into the car,

"I just felt a little wrong, and they went to Abby's house not too long ago to interview me."

Dean was involved in both cases interviewed by the program team.

"Worried they're not good for you?" Holden muttered, "I'll help you inquire and leave in a few days." ”

This flag, Dean's eyelids jumped and he refused irrefutably,

"Can't postpone it, I'll send you home now, pack your bags, and fly back to Virginia immediately!"

"Why are you so excited? Well, let's go. ”

"That's right. How has Bradley been in the bureau? Dean wondered if it could be the FBI investigating him?

"The murderer was not caught in the case of the Red Dragon Club after all, and he left Las Vegas the day before yesterday."

"Already gone?" Dean breathed a sigh of relief, and the car was a lot more relaxed.

Holden looked out the window,

"Man, before I go, I'd better talk to you. The biggest takeaway from my year in Las Vegas is meeting you, you have the shadow of me when I was young. ”

"The same talented, cynical. I wanted to guide you to grow up slowly, starting as a police officer and gradually joining the FBI, staying up for a few years, and then getting the approval from above, maybe you can form a paranormal investigation department, but you chose another path. ”

"When did you become so sensational?" Dean slapped the horn of the car,

"This is called feeling and coming, okay, don't be verbose, the last sentence, I hope you uphold the justice in your heart, don't be dominated by money and impulses, and become a wanted criminal." Holden took out a small black BP machine with a number on it from his briefcase and handed it over, "Keep in touch in the future, if I accidentally call you in trouble, remember to reply to me." ”

"No problem, I'll ask you for help, don't die without help." Dean smiled and took the BP machine and put it away, having a friend in the FBI is not a good thing for him, so he can be regarded as "someone in the DPRK".

……

Dean watched Hall board the plane at McCarran International Airport, and then mimicked a strange middle-aged blonde man in the airport bathroom, found a roadside phone booth and dialed the number on the program team's business card.

"Ms. Jacqueline, I heard that your program team is collecting clues about folk gossip, I have an explosive news, I don't know if you are interested?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the lady you're looking for and the program team are the last tenants of my house." An old male voice came from the phone, "They moved out a week ago. ”

"Do you know where they moved?"

"They said they had gathered enough material for the show and flew back to Chicago."

"Which Chicago station do they work for?" Dean asked again,

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Is that the case, I recently plan to rent a house so that I can visit you?"

Soon, the mimic Dean rushed to a residence in a mid-range neighborhood in North Las Vegas and met the owner of the house, an old man who was in good spirits and had a tough body.

On the couch opposite the fireplace, Dean gave him a Marlboro and chatted about the show group.

"They came with a whole bunch of video equipment, which looked professional and expensive."

"I don't have much chance to communicate with them."

"But Jacqueline was enthusiastic and lively, and took the initiative to talk to me about the materials collected, a total of more than 30 materials, not only in Las Vegas, Nevada, but also in the Texas Butcher family's hometown, Missouri's Zombie Road, Montana's Sacrificial Bluffs, and so on..."

Dean heard this, his face softened slightly, and he handed over a few hundred-yuan bills, "I have explosive news here, as long as the program is recorded to ensure that it is famous in the country, then you can make money on various TV programs, if you can help me contact them, the money belongs to you." ”

"I couldn't make the money, I personally drove them to the airport without leaving any contact information." The old man returned the banknote, and every vicissitudes of life on his face was written with reluctance, "If you want to contact them, you can only go to Chicago to find them in person, or wait for the show to air." ”

"That's a shame."

Dean and the old man chatted for two hours, and after scanning the entire house from God's perspective, he used Holden's psychological tips to confirm that the other party was not lying, and then took his leave.

……

For the next two days, Dean did not let his guard down, and hid in the grass next to his house, the treetops, and the roof of his neighbors every night, scanning and observing with the magnification scope of a sniper rifle, and at the same time turning on the "record" function of God's perspective to go back and examine the suspicious signs around him.

Through the public phone booth, he called Marco to confirm the safety of the road.

Before the prom, Dean even blatantly packed a lot of luggage, deliberately made a move to run away, and flew to Los Angeles for a circle.

Then the mimetic monitors his own residence.

Even so, he was not hindered or found the slightest hint of the stalker's existence.

Everything is calm.

When the day of the prom came, Dean let go of his suspense, drove a white extended Lincoln, picked up a group of friends one by one, and went to Britney's house, which was closest to the school.

Today the road is very lively, although there are no lights.

But with a Ferrari or Lamborghini just a few hundred metres away, Las Vegas looks like a grand parade of luxury cars.

And the drivers are a group of youthful high school students.

The boys all wore white shirts and ties, serious suits, and oily hair.

The girls wore beautiful prom dresses with delicate light makeup painted on their faces.

Everyone got out of the window and shouted and screamed like maniacs, greeting their peers "next door" in their own way.

The bright sun shone red on the young faces, and the street turned into a sea of joy.

"Cheerleading sisters, where are you going to go in rags?"

Jenny slammed half of her body out of the back window of Lincoln and gave a friendly middle finger at a Cadillac walking in the same lane.

A group of young and beautiful girls in the Cadillac were shaking their bodies hand in hand, making a human wave, and one of the blonde babes got out of the car window, raised her middle finger in return, and at the same time provocatively stuck out her tongue, a tongue nail shining in the midday sun.

"Idiot Jenny, guess what, we're going to sleep with your daddy!"

"Then you have to go down and apply to His Majesty Satan before you can see my dead ghost father!" Jenny grinned and sang rap,

"Shut your mouth and talk like a weedwer! A bunch of idiots! ”

The hot girl couldn't scold, so she was about to get back into the car, and her eyes suddenly swept to the attentive driver in front of Lincoln, and her eyes lit up.

"Sorry, I was wrong, not all stupid!"

She smiled like a smile and hooked her soft little hand at the driver, blinked her false eyelashes, and threw her wink.

"Dean, don't waste your time with these boring nerds, come play in our car, we'll all be your dance partners tonight!"

Immediately, a row of girls in the car raised their heads and stretched their long legs, showing their wonderful posture.

"How about instructing us on shooting and kung fu all night?" The other cheerleading girl in the co-pilot put her broad arms outside the window frame, and the waves were undulating, and she threw flying kisses.

Dean smiled and shook his head.

"Little in heat, go to the zoo and find the chimpanzees!" Gretchen poked his head out of the window of the second row and threw half a bottle of water on the blonde hottie's face.

"Fako squid, Bichi!"

Gretchen retracted to satisfaction.

Dean tacitly cooperated, accelerating away from Cadillac.

After the episode, the seven entered Britney's house laughing and talking.

The four girls occupy the bedroom and close the door, pull out a dazzling pile of lipsticks, foundations, nail polish, and various makeup colors, and begin to help each other with makeup, as well as weaving beautiful and complex hairstyles.

It won't come out until evening.

……

"Three men, it's your turn to behave, which one of you will drive to the flower shop quickly and bring back our hand flowers and collar flowers."

Jenny's lion's roar came from behind the wooden door.

"Three collar flowers, four hand flowers, remember the color, don't make a mistake!"

Rust and Baker looked at each other tacitly and said with a grin, "We unanimously chose the most popular Dean to be this 'Flower Protector'. ”

……

"Two slackers!" Dean reluctantly went out, got into the stretched Lincoln, and returned to the flower shop.

Almost all of Las Vegas' high school proms are held today, and the parking lot is full of cars.

"Shet, can't even find a parking space?"

Doodle!

After Lincoln, a Chevrolet began to honk its horn frantically.

Dean had no choice but to look around the mall, and finally managed to stop the car in the middle of nowhere, which was so quiet that he couldn't even see a ghost, in stark contrast to the bustle and noise ahead.

"Gretchen and I are blue tulips."

Dean recalled the color of the flowers and walked out,

"Baker and Jenny Red Rose."

"Rust Britney White Chrysanthemum."

"Wait, what kind of flower is Abby?!"

Dean walked under the iron fence of the back door, and after a pause, he inexplicably felt a slight and short stabbing pain like a pinprick in his right thigh.

He instinctively opened the perspective of God and looked around, within a radius of thirty meters, the semi-flat field of the square was empty and quiet.

The breeze is light, the sun is blazing, and the air is full of summer enthusiasm.

It was supposed to be the perfect day to indulge in prom.

But at this moment.

The wind stopped, all sounds were gone, and it was as if the Creator had pressed the pause button for the whole world.

More than 13 perceptions give Dean a sixth sense in the dark-

A terrifying monster lurking in the shadows stared at him, and a strong sense of crisis turned into an electric current that pierced Dean's body, a suffocating fear, a dizzy palpitation, and in an instant, he was like a frightened cat, and his skin was covered with goosebumps!

Run!

Run!

"Shadows of the past!"

Di An's head shouted wildly, and the ghost armor instantly wrapped his whole body, and he rolled on the ground like lightning!

Kiss!

There was a slight fluctuating sound in the air, but with terrifying kinetic energy, it instantly traveled hundreds of meters, tore through the air, and hit his right thigh.

The highly condensed ghost armor was shattered in an instant, flickering uncarily, and scattered into the void.

A large stern-shaped warhead ran out of kinetic energy and fell at Dean's feet.

There was another popping sound in the air like a dart thrown into a paper dartboard.

Dean fell to his knees and hung his head—a barrage of special bullets with sharp needles plunged through his suit and into his thighs, waist, and back.

Ten fingers trembled uncontrollably.

A strong reluctance grabbed his throat and blurred his vision, but the extremely thick chemical injected into the needle tube quickly drained his strength.

Tiredness and lethargy came flooding in.

Poof!

Dean fell to the ground with a limp, and in his closed eyes slowly walked into several figures wearing black tactical suits holding rock-heavy black shields.

(End of chapter)