After receiving the call, Dean drove all the way to New Orleans, a port city south of Louisiana.

From morning to evening, Dean entered the French Quarter, the heart of downtown New Orleans.

Driving through the opulent St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square, the Church of St. Augustine, founded by black Americans, Dean drove into Bourbon Street, which is signposted for the Bourbon Dynasty.

Getting out of the car, he breathed heavily in the lightly salty sea breeze as he strolled along the crowded streets, looking around.

The buildings here are unlike anything you've seen before, with the exception of traditional American-style townhouses, Creole architecture with arched windows, steep roofs, and sturdy guardrails.

The buildings are located on both sides of the street, and the spacious porches almost connect to the street, and the Spanish style is very clever with the native American style.

On street corners, you can also see sparse wooden shells, narrow Victorian single-storey buildings that can be shot at and shot through entire houses, hence the name Shotgun House.

On Halloween Eve, all buildings are lit with candles and fires, and only jack-o-jack-o'-lanterns are placed in front of the doors.

Bustling residents and tourists passed between jack-o-lanterns and drag parties took place along the street, with more than half black people.

Dean turned around.

The black ghost, the fat goblin, the sinister skeleton, the strong and sexy Batman and Catwoman are very enthusiastic to greet the passing "demons and monsters", throw kisses, and take a photo with their shoulders around their shoulders

Colorful and bizarre costumes and jack-o-lanterns complement each other.

But the group of drag dancers that Dean admires the most are those who wear "emperor's new clothes", showing every part of their bodies to the public without reservation.

Dean forced himself to vomit and withdrew his gaze from a fat "emperor" with thick hair and a bewitching dancing posture, and looked down at his boring trench coat, wondering if if a lightning bolt came in this coquettish crowd, could he kill two hundred people?

Oh no, do you want to change your clothes as the locals do.

Dean patted his head vigorously to clean up the mess of evil thoughts, and suddenly his heart jumped, and the perspective of God swept into the crowd behind him, and a tall figure was sneakily approaching.

He forced a smile and stood there as if he didn't know what to do.

"Don't move!"

A crisp scold.

A bolt of force grabbed his wrist and screwed it behind his back, pushing him forward and bending down.

"Dean Lew, you've been arrested."

A couple in ghost suits next to them were turned around and looked at it, and couldn't help but smile and give a thumbs up.

"Tap, Miss Police." Dean bowed his head and said sincerely, "What crime have I committed?" ”

"You haven't contacted your girlfriend for half a year, and you've been cold and violent to her for a long time."

"I admit the penalty, and I am willing to pay a fine of 200 million, but I will have to wait until the evening."

"What 200 million?"

The policeman's hands were suddenly empty, and the arrested criminal magically broke free from her hands, opened her arms and gave her a heavy hug without saying a word.

The familiar and strong masculinity rushed to her face, making her ocean-blue eyes blur, and she couldn't help but bury her face in his shoulder.

"Long time no see, Gretchen... The police... Witch... Miss..."Dean looked down at the pale, cold, and charming face with a witch's pointed hat and delicate light makeup, "Looking for a place to sit?" ”

……

A Halloween wizard-themed restaurant on Bourbon Street.

Every table was filled with ghosts and archmages who had come to "enjoy the offerings", but there was no candlelight or hearth light in the dining room, only eerie lighting.

Dean and Gretchen sat across from each other at a two-person dining table in the corner, reading the magical menu from the black-robed wizard waiter.

"Wizard okra soup, magic jambalay, fluttering fairy Rockefeller oysters, banana Foster... So be it for now. ”

"Wait a minute."

The waiter left, Gretchen clasped his hands in front of him to support his pointed chin, looked at the familiar man opposite, and did not hide the curiosity and surprise in his eyes,

"It's changed so much, I'm almost unrecognizable."

"Stronger?" Dean smiled and looked at her black eyeshadow and lips,

"Not really... It's just that there are more things in my eyes that I can't see through, and I have a frightening temperament, and you seem to be very tired and tense like a string. Gretchen said, half-jokingly, "When I saw you, I thought of the violent serial murderer described by the FBI experts, and you were stopped by the police along the way, right?" ”

Dean raised an eyebrow and gave her a thumbs up, he had frequently provoked supernatural events in the past six months, and it was inevitable that he would be tainted with some unusual aura.

But he didn't feel tired or nervous.

"You've also become prettier and mature."

Gretchen's face is less fat and childish when he just graduated from high school, the contours of his facial features have become deeper and more resolute, and the braids that once hung down to the back waist have also been cut in half, refreshing and neat. Under the black robe, the chest is towering, and the body is plump and sturdier than before.

The black lipstick and nail polish gave her a little more charm.

In addition, under the perspective of life, the intensity of the white light on her body is not inferior to that of a sturdy adult male, but the light is dim in some places.

"Mature? You mean I'm old? Gretchen touched his smooth face, and looked enviously at Dean's skin that shimmered as jade, "Training all day, wind and sun, my skin is not as good as yours now." ”

Dean shook his head, "I can assure you, you're definitely the prettiest and most popular lady in the police academy, and of course, you're always in my heart." ”

"Not lying?"

"I swear to God."

Gretchen grinned, showing a hearty smile of an American chick on his pale cheeks, and then wrapped his hands around his trembling chest under the black robe, and looked at him with a sharp gaze like a police interrogating a prisoner,

"You rarely said such bells and whistles before, and you've had other girlfriends in the past six months? Well? ”

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes? I have always kept you in my heart and regarded you as the most important woman. Di An'an added a sentence of "one" to his head, looking directly at those big eyes,

Gretchen's eyes were slightly less suspicious, "Then why did you never contact me?" ”

"I know your ideals, so I don't want to interrupt your training and affect your graduation grades. You see, aren't we reunited now? Dean took the opportunity to change the topic, "Back to the point, have you been used to living in the police academy for more than five months?" ”

"It's going well, all day long, in addition to memorizing, it's physical training, exams..."Gretchen talked about the experience of the police academy with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "The training intensity is not as good as the days when I played with you in Las Vegas." ”

"In our police academy, in my class, ninety percent of the boys' fighting and shooting skills are not as good as mine, so I won the third place in the overall score and slapped the faces of those bastards who look down on women and think that we are not tough enough and strong enough!"

Gretchen shared and flaunted, a faint uplifting flush appearing on her rouge-smeared cheeks,

"You were born a police officer, and you will definitely become the chief of the Las Vegas Police Department in the future." Dean got up and hugged her to congratulate her, and touched her black lips again, and the feeling of strangeness after half a year of absence vanished.

"Thank you." The witch laughed very well,

"The classes at the police academy are over, what's next?" Dean helped her pull a strand of black hair in front of her forehead behind her ear, and touched the side of her face.

"I went back to LVPD for an internship, but before that, I was going to spend a few days in New Orleans with another female colleague to relax, and I thought of you." Gretchen grabbed his dishonest hand, played with his slender five fingers, and poked his belly, "Why have you been going for half a year, never going back to Las Vegas to open a private detective agency!" ”

Dean nodded, "I've spent most of the past six months in Hawkins, Indiana, living with my uncle, and then I happened to find several clues about my missing parents, pointing to Texas, and I'm going to try my luck there." ”

"Can I help?" Gretchen's heart tightened,

Dean grabbed her little hand with black nail polish and kissed it gently, "Miss Witch, I will definitely contact you if necessary." ”

At this time, the wizard waiter brought oysters, pumpkin pie, risotto, spicy Louisiana crayfish, etc., "Two, please use it slowly." ”

Gretchen peeled several large oysters in a row and handed them to his plate, smiling like a flower, "Come, I have carefully cooked the magic elixir, eating more is good for the body." ”

"What's the benefit, exploding on the spot?"

"Hehe, you have to finish eating. You promised to take me on another trip to Reno when I graduated from the police academy, skiing, and swimming in Lake Tahoe, and you broke your promise and will be punished. ”

"Well, punish me. But sorry, the trip had to wait until after my trip to Texas. ”

"Then you'll have to make it up to me." Gretchen bit his lip,

"Ask for it."

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Bourbon Street was at its busiest, zombies, clowns, and ghosts were rampaging through the streets, and petite children and teenagers dressed as elves and goblins knocked on the doors of every house along the street, saying "Please eat candy or want to suffer" to rob candy.

The brave ones rushed straight into the demon's ranks and begged for candy from the dancers in disguise.

A scene of demons dancing wildly.

Gretchen handed Dean a monster costume that had been prepared in advance, a plush white werewolf costume and a werewolf mask.

But after he put it on, he only felt cold in the middle, and when he looked down, between the fur of his pants and his shirt, a sculptural abdominal muscle was revealed, and his two arms were also tattered to reveal strong muscles.

Dean is not an exhibitionist, and now spread his paws and looked helplessly at the smiling witch,

"What is this? A shaved non-mainstream werewolf? ”

"Isn't that perfect?" The witch stretched out her cold little hand and touched it randomly, "If you want me to say, the model champions on TV are far inferior to you." If you have something good, you should show it generously. ”

"Laugh and relax, you said you were going to listen to me tonight! It's hard to come out and play, so don't bring any psychological burden. ”

"Well, you have a point," Dean nodded,

The witch walked out into the street with a magic cane in one hand and a werewolf's arm in the other.

The glamorous and sexy witch, paired with a white werewolf with beautiful muscles, is also very eye-catching among hundreds of dancers in fancy costumes.

"Haha, Mr. Werewolf and Miss Witch, let's take a photo together..."A fat black vampire count wearing a black cloak and sharp dentures waved the Pentax camera in his hand at the two,

Gretchen nodded, his face grimacing, his hand crutch spun around flexibly, and a jumbled spell came out of his mouth, and the tip of the crutch lightly tapped the vampire's head, and the latter covered his chest in a painful look.

Gretchen gave Dean another look.

Dean lowered his head and sighed helplessly, his hands clawed in front of his chest, and looked at the moon in the sky—

Whew—

He threw the vampire to the ground.

“Cheese！”

Click!

……

"Miss Witch, what kind of night ghost hunting activity is on this list?"

"Go on dangerous places like abandoned houses, swamps, lakes, etc., on the night around Halloween, but tonight I have other plans. How about going again tomorrow, my colleagues and I have already planned. ”

"It's up to you."

……

The witch and the werewolf continue to press the road, taking pictures with some pleasing monsters from time to time, and distributing candy to the imps who "beg" for candy.

Dean remembers that Halloween Eve is the time when all kinds of supernatural creatures gather, and it is also the time when horrific murders are most likely to occur.

So he maintained a state of life perspective throughout the whole process, but he couldn't encounter supernatural events when he returned, at least in this Bourbon Street, the demons and monsters in front of him were all pretended, and there was no real thing fishing in troubled waters.

Dean gradually relaxes from the initial impatience and blends into the hustle and bustle, joining the noisy procession, cheering, dancing, and writhing feverishly like zombies among the jack-o'-lanterns, stealing a few from the children's candy bags, and enjoying the intimate contact with Miss Witch's elastic body.

Dean only felt that something that had been accumulated in his body for a long time was slowly being released, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"That's right," Gretchen said as he took off his wolf mask, pecked him on the lip, and pushed the mints over, "there's no tension anymore." ”

Dean kissed the witch's sweat-drenched red face,

"Stay here for the past two days and have fun with me." The witch clung to the werewolf like a conjoined baby, and slowly walked towards the dark and remote street ahead,

"No problem. By the way, how did you choose to come to New Orleans for a vacation? ”

"That colleague of mine is black, and her father lives on Bourbon Street, so I'll meet you tomorrow."

……

"Stop, where to run, alien yellow-skinned monkey, hand over the candy!"

"Stop fighting!"

A sudden exclamation woke the two from their sweet exchange.

Dean looked up and was not far from the corner of the street.

Three black teenagers dressed in big-headed alien costumes threw an Asian boy in a yellow skinny tracksuit dressed as Bruce Lee and punched him on the cheek.

A white girl with angel wings yells at the side to stop.

But the black man ignored it, and beat the boy into a panda eye with a few punches.

"Give them, Scott, sugar to these scoundrels!" The angel girl lay on the ground and yelled at the boy in the yellow tights,

The boy curled up gritted his teeth and shook his head,

"Why should I give it to this group of fools!"

……

"Stop!"

Gretchen, who had a strong sense of justice, couldn't hold sand in his eyes, strode over with a cold face, the magic crutch smashed down like a stiff hoe, and the two black men who swung their fists covered their backs and ran away screaming, Gretchen raised his long legs and kicked to the left, and the third black man who pounced was kicked in the lower abdomen, flew out two meters and fell into a butt squat, his nose twitched, and he almost didn't cry.

"Get out of here!" Gretchen retracted his leg and yelled at the black man, then picked up the Asian boy and patted him with dust.

"Are you alright?"

The boy shook his head and took out a large handful of candy from the bag and handed it over, and the panda's eyes showed gratitude.

"Thanks, Sister Witch." Angel Girl smiled sweetly at Gretchen and stretched out her hand, "I'm Katie, and this is my stupid brother Scott." ”

Gretchen's eyes swept over the faces of this strange young boy and girl, Katie has a delicate and soft heart-shaped face, a light jaw, and a cute baby fat, and when she laughs, she is very friendly and infectious, and she has a good temperament, she is a white girl.

Skeeter has a long horse face and is an unremarkable Asian-looking.

Whether it is facial features or skin color and temperament, I can't see the slightest similarity, how can it be a sister and brother?

But she didn't ask more.

At this time, opposite the three of them, the black man in the center, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, showed a hint of fierceness in his eyes, quietly reached into his candy bag, held a hard handle, pulled the trigger, and dragged it out.

But the thing was still pulled out, his heart jumped inexplicably, and when he looked up, a strange man wearing a white wolf mask and exposing his abdominal muscles suddenly appeared five meters away, and his eyes swept over their faces.

The brilliant colors of the Northern Lights appeared in those pupils, instantly sucking their souls.

The three of them seemed to have seen God.

Obediently dropped the package, turned and ran into the dark alley in the corner.

Where no one is looking, raise your fist, aim it at your companion's nose and punch hard!

Click.

The three black boys' originally tall noses snapped to one side like crooked building blocks, revealing stubble, splashes of blood staining their chins and half of their faces.

However, they seemed to feel no pain at all, and they helped each other and decisively broke one of their companion's wrists.

Only then did the three disabled blacks be pardoned and turned and fled.

……

"How's it going, do you want to go to the hospital?" Dean lifted the realm of divinity, picked up the candy bag, and looked at the siblings with concern,

"I don't need to." Scott shook his head, took out another handful of candy and handed it to the werewolf, and looked at his sister, "Thank you for your help, but we have to go back immediately, or Father will be worried." ”

……

Later, Dean and Gretchen sent the siblings to the back of the road, outside an old RV, and watched them join a tall, kind-faced old white man.

Leave quietly.

"Lady Gretchen, how does it feel to be brave?" Dean looked at the witch with a smirk,

"The three little black men are not beaten, and they are not enjoyable at all!"

"But you know what, you just made a fatal mistake!" Dean nodded, his face suddenly became serious, his sharp eyes saw Gretchen's smile stiffen, and a kind of uneasiness like the end of the world rose in his heart,

Gretchen was stunned for a moment, "What mistake?" ”

Dean handed over the candy bag, and the latter opened it, and immediately saw the loaded M1911 inside, his knuckles trembling and his face full of frustration.

"You didn't study in the police academy? Don't be soft when you encounter any enemy, whether it's a child, an adult, even an animal, or any other species, and make sure they lose the ability to resist. Dean pressed the woman's shoulder, stared into her eyes, and solemnly admonished, "I don't want to hear bad news about you one day in the future." ”

Otherwise, I'll have to go to the Spiritual Prison to find you.

"Well, I'll remember that lesson well." Gretchen tapped his head, hooked Dean's neck with a wave of his crutches, and retreated into the dark woods behind him, his husky-like blue eyes shining, as if telling the witch's bewitching words, "Your Excellency White Wolf, go to the secret base, continue to guide me?" ”

(End of chapter)