155. Investigations
Early in the morning, Dean drove into the residential neighborhood near Maple Street and along the leafy road into 82 along the street.
FAR AWAY, I SAW THREE YOUNG MEN PRACTICING BASKETBALL SKILLS ON THE LAWN OUTSIDE THE HOUSE, WEARING WHITE BASKETBALL UNIFORMS PRINTED WITH "HAWKINS" PRINTED ON THEM.
With an average height of more than 1.9 meters, he is sturdy, his arms and thighs are full of muscles, and his sweat is shining in the sun, like three shiny bronze statues.
The car door slammed shut, and the loud sound attracted the attention of the three big men opposite.
"Chatham, Leno, Channan?" Dean leaned in,
"Who are you?" The bearded man asked fiercely with his hands around his bulging pectoral muscles, and condescendingly glanced at Dean's big black trench coat,
"It doesn't matter who I am, I'll find out about Peter."
"Peter, that unconscious freak?" The blonde man in the center smiled sarcastically, "You asked the wrong person, you should go to the town center hospital to take a look, hurry up, and have a party with the other devils before that guy has time to fall into hell, and you can see him one last time." β
"Don't talk nonsense to this Japanese... Get lost! β
The third black man spun the basketball with his bony carrot-thick index finger and threw it hard!
The basketball hits the ground and bounces high!
Dean casually reached out to catch the basketball steadily, and the other hand slapped the black man's arm like lightning, while his shoulder pushed forward into the opponent's chest, and he leaned on the iron mountain.
The black man's huge body suddenly rose into the air as if it had been hit by a train, and he fell head-on and fell to the ground eating, and a big bloody tooth burst into the air.
Seeing that his companion was knocked down, the blonde man and the bearded man rushed in with a loud roar.
The next second, he braked the car urgently, and the point was generally frozen in place, opening his mouth slightly, and his pupils contracted-
Dean, who stepped on the black man's back, took out a gun from his big trench coat, and the muzzle of the black hole was facing the two of them, rubbing their necks one by one, and the cold and piercing touch made large goosebumps visibly drill out of the skin of the three people.
"I'm not a little day, your whole family is a little day!"
"You're right! Hold the gun steady and don't misfire. The originally high-spirited bearded Chatham instantly froze, raised his hands and squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, swallowed his saliva, "If you have any questions, just ask." β
"Let me all go into the house!"
Without hesitation, a group of mermaids poured into the first-floor houses on the edge of the lawn.
"Stand still and don't move," Dean's gaze swept over the three people who hugged their heads and squatted down, silent, and raised their guns again, "Take off your clothes and pants!" β
"Shhhh
The cheeks of the three one-meter-nine men turned the color of pig liver, and they covered their buttocks in horror.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in men." Dean shook M1911, "Take it off, whoever is slow will have a flowering head!" β
The three of them froze for five seconds, moving in pain, and after the loud sound, there were three more "orangutans with most of their hair" in the room, covering their vital parts with a rough red face.
"You, Chatham, stand behind the black man and put your arms around his waist."
"Fako!" The beard's face changed greatly, and the black man trembled, and spat at the ground, and a red light appeared on his charcoal-like face.
"Why are you standing stupidly, do you want to get a headshot or an ass flower? I'll give you five seconds to think about it! Dean's eyes shrank into a slit.
The two of them felt a kind of coldness that froze their hearts, and they instantly gave in.
Dean turned to the third blonde man who thought he had escaped with a sigh of relief, and pointed his gun at his belly, "Stand behind his beard and wrap your arms around his waist!" β
"Oh my God... I haven't slept with my girlfriend yet, I'm still a virgin... Woo..."
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"Good, keep this posture and expression." Dean held up his newly bought camera and used the photography skills he had exercised during this time to take pictures of the three people who were "driving the train".
The light, the angle, every photo is full of beauty and artistic atmosphere.
"This time has not been in vain." Dean put away his camera with satisfaction and asked the three red-faced men, "Tell me honestly, what kind of poison did you throw at Peter, if you delay any longer, he will die, and you will be imprisoned in Indianapolis prison for intentional homicide." β
"Since you have reached the age of eighteen, your sentence is at least fifteen years. And the black boss in prison likes muscular men the most, and he will definitely love you so well that you can't get out of bed every day. β
"Oh God!" No matter how shameful the posture was, the beard hurriedly gestured to the air, and was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, "I didn't poison!" β
The black man was so angry that his nostrils dilated, and he was so aggrieved that he was about to erupt into fire, "I've seen Peter once all summer vacation, where do I have a chance?" β
The blonde man did not hesitate to say to himself, "None of our basketball team's science and math scores are qualified, and if you want to poison, you don't have that IQ." β
Dean's gaze swept across the three panicked faces, using the techniques Holden had learned to focus on the subtle expressions on his eyes and cheeks.
Pretty much sure they weren't lying.
"Since you claim to be not sinners, who do you think is most likely to poison Peter?"
The three of them were stopped by this question, and meditated for a long time like statues.
"Peter is an honest man, and he doesn't seem to offend much at school...", the beard kept a half-squatting posture and muttered angrily,
"No, Peter intimidated Maggie." The blonde man said,
"Intimidation, Maggie?" Dean interrupts,
The black man waved his hand in disgust, as if to swatt an annoying fly to death, "Maggie is a girl in the same grade as Peter, and she was once confessed by Peter. But instead of flowers, love letters, and delicate jewelry, Peter gave Maggie a red wolf tooth necklace wrapped in nylon rope. As a result, Maggie was so frightened that she almost didn't cry. β
"Yes, Peter is a freak who is out of step with normal life and school, an out-and-out pervert," said the bearded man, "otherwise we wouldn't have been able to trouble him and beat him up so often!" β
"We beat him up, and we were very happy."
Dean looked strange when he heard this.
While in the hospital room, Lucia was full of praise for Peter, without mentioning him as a weirdo.
Is she deliberately reserved, or does she have her own filters for her loved ones?
At this time, the system shook suddenly.
The progress of the survey jumped from 5 percent to 10 percent.
Dean was thoughtful, Peter was a weirdo and was it a clue?
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Then Dean asked for Maggie's address and home phone number from the three of them, and remembered that he was ready to investigate again, but he felt that it was unlikely.
"Think about it, where did Peter go this summer and meet anyone?"
"Shet!" The beard hammered the floor in a rage, like a beast in heat, "I want to accompany my girlfriend and train, and I'm not that kid's follower, where do I know!" β
The black man and the blonde man also gave up resistance.
"Why don't you keep shooting?"
Dean changed the question, "What friends does Peter have?" β
The three big men looked at each other,
"There's a freak boy in the lower grades who likes to take pictures and often spends time with him, and his name is not clear."
"Freaks who like to take pictures..."Dean instantly figured out Jonathan Byers in his mind, "Yes, Jonathan mentioned that he had a friend who had an accident, that's right, let's ask him first!" β
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Dean withdrew the gun,
"That's it for today, I'll visit next time."
"Coming back?" His beard turned black, and he almost couldn't help but kowtow, "Spare us, God testify, we have nothing to do with Peter's illness!" β
"It's not negotiable! And I warn you, today's events are kept strictly confidential, if you dare to leak secrets, or if you dare to continue to bully other students in the future, the front page of the Hawkins Daily will definitely have such a newsββ"
Dean said jokingly,
"Explosive news! Three rising stars of the town's middle school basketball team have a complicated love triangle! β
The three hairless gorillas shivered at the same time and nodded with difficulty.
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Dean drove to the mall, caught Jonathan, who was slapping a thin girl in front of him, and quietly patted him on the shoulder.
"You have a soft spot for slender girls, huh? Why don't you go up and have a date? β
"Ahh Dean? Surprise me, why are you here? Don't you have something to do? β
"When I'm done, I have some questions for you," Dean asked, crouching beside him, "do you know Peter Seymour?" β
Jonathan's expression froze, he let go of his finger holding the shutter button, and nodded with a heavy expression, "Except for you, Peter is my best friend." β
"So you know him very well, can you tell me?"
"Like me, I was unsociable, withdrawn, shy, and seemed to be difficult to contact, but in fact I was very kind and never had any harmful intentions..."
Jonathan's eyes softened,
"Peter is madly obsessed with strange creatures, and I have seen books and picture books about all kinds of monsters in his locker: vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein, wizards, ghosts, sirens, aliens... He loves all kinds of monster movies, collects monster peripheral objects... So his classmates treated him as a freak and spontaneously stayed away. β
Jonathan laughed to himself,
"I'm also a freak, so I became friends with him for everything."
"Did he behave unusually before the accident, or did he say something strange to you?" Dean asked,
Jonathan visibly hesitated for a moment, shook his head and changed the subject,
"Why did you suddenly ask about him?"
Dean gave the other a deep look, explained the previous situation, and said his own reasoning.
Jonathan was just an ordinary student, his face turned pale and looked surprised after hearing this, but he shook his head very firmly, "There are some disgusting big guys in the school, but they are all muscles in their heads, they don't have that IQ, and they don't have such a vicious heart to poison Peter." β
"It's even more impossible for Maggie to be rejected, Maggie is a gentle and kind, rare girl who doesn't discriminate against weirdos like us."
Dean rubbed his chin, "Then did Peter come into contact with any special people outside of school before he was unconscious?" β
Jonathan scratched his messy bangs and shook his head,
"He usually plays with me, and since the summer vacation, I have taken pictures in the mall and worked part-time, so he will go to the library and the cinema, and the contact with them is just some ordinary ticket clerks and clerks."
"Haven't been anywhere else?"
Jonathan rubbed his eyebrows and recalled for a while, his eyes lit up,
"Yes, he went to see a magic show, the solo exhibition of Monica, the sexy female magician in the poster on the wall of the movie theater."
Dean instantly noticed that the progress of the investigation had jumped by two percent to twelve percent, "Tell me more about the magic show." β
"I'm sorry, because Monica was dressed too revealing and sexy, and under the age of eighteen was forbidden to buy tickets, I didn't make it at the time, I only heard Peter talk for a while, and there were two or three hundred spectators in the tent, all of whom were impressed by the wonderful magic trick and screamed out their throats..."
"Peter had a lot of fun talking about magic, and he had that kind of smile that came from the heart."
"Take me to meet Monica." Dean put his arm around Jonathan's shoulders,
"Why? Do you think she hurt Peter? Jonathan looked incredulous,
"You're thinking too much," Dean mused, "I'm just talking to her in person, she might know something." β
"It's too late. She's been away from Hawkins for a while. Jonathan thought, "But the venue where she holds the magic show is a movie theater, maybe you can go to the theater manager and ask..."
As the words fell, Dean got up and left.
"Wait for me, man," Jonathan reluctantly glanced at the thin girl in the distance, and got up to walk with Dean, "I want to do something for Peter, too!" β
(End of chapter)