North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Chapter 118 Treasure Map (Monthly ticket plus update!)

"What's this?"

Dean looked at the parchment in his hand, a little surprised.

An inner pocket was sewn under the man's sleeve, and the opening of the pocket was sealed with a button.

The parchment was taken out by Dean.

On it is a very crude map, somewhat like the area around the small lake where the human-skin scarecrow was. On the map, there are still a string of irregular numbers.

"It looks a bit like a treasure map. By the way, I remember that this mountain range used to hide a group of bandits in the cowboy period. These people seem to like hoarding gold."

Dean's eyes lit up, and he put away the sheepskin roll.

This is considered as a reward for his temporary kindness. Anyway, whether it is useful or not, at least it is quite interesting.

Because of the discovery of the parchments.

Dean briefly searched down the cave again, and found a bag of scattered dollar bills, which added up to more than ten thousand dollars.

Cell phones, VCRs, watches, etc., the whole lot.

However, most of these things have no electricity. There is only a pink video recorder, which turns on at the touch of a button.

Dean suspects that this VCR belongs to the girl on stage.

"I don't know if there are any clues to the treasure map inside."

He first called Massa and asked him to come over, and then with a little expectation, he took the video recorder in his hand and played it.

moment.

He removed the VCR's memory card, crushed it, and dropped the VCR back into the rest of his electronics.

There is not much content inside.

But it also allowed Dean to figure out what was going on.

The girl's father went to the mountains to hunt for treasure, but did not return overnight. The girl was worried, so he drove over with a gun, and she was also looking forward to hunting prey on the road.

Yes.

The young girl on the stage is the crappy hunter that Dean and the others found in front of them.

There is no follow-up process in the video.

But the end is in sight.

"What a sinful land."

Dean found himself feeling a little sentimental today.

Frustrated with his hands, he walked outside the air hole, silently lit a cigarette, and waited for Massa to join him.

It was getting dark.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Massa rushed over with a smile: "I'm glad you have nothing to do, Dean, we two have made a fortune."

Dean pointed to the entrance of the cave: "There are some scattered banknotes in here. If possible, help me bury the father and daughter on the platform."

"There are also victims here?" Massa walked in curiously, and then exclaimed: "FK, this ghost thing scared me to death."

Surprised and then happy, he ran out with two human-face suits on the ground: "I'm still worried that you ruined these two clothes."

"Very valuable?"

"Yes, the skinning brothers slaughtered at least 40 or 50 people to make these two ghost things. Look, you can find faces from young to old, from male to female. If you sell them, the asking price is low For $500,000, I'll just tell them to leave!"

"Don't you need to submit it as evidence?"

Massa smiled disdainfully: "Let the evidence go to hell, Dean, you don't know how messy the water is here, if we hand over these things, these things will appear on the black market the next day, why don't we just let them We sold it, not to cheap those bastards."

Dean shook his head: "But I'm going to burn them all, including those human-skin scarecrows!"

"Dude, I heard that right." Massa's voice became high when he heard this: "These things, if we add the tools in the hole, we can at least get an extra million dollars, which is hundreds of dollars. Ten thousand U.S. dollars!"

In front of interests.

Massa is a little anxious: "If you are worried about the mission, we don't need to care about those damn things at all. We took the risk to kill Brother Skinning, and the souls of the tragic death can rest in peace. These things are the spoils we deserve. You There should be no thought of wasting!"

Dean's eyes turned cold, he looked into Massa's eyes, and said seriously: "I said, all the corpses were burned!"

Massa swears.

When he was seriously solidified by Dean, it was like a wolf standing upright, staring at his throat with fierce eyes.

As long as he dares to say nothing.

The wolf will rush up and bite his own throat without hesitation!

He lowered his head, not daring to keep looking at Dean, and said in a low voice, "Dean, I know you killed Brother Skinning, but I'm short of money."

"reason."

"My daughter has leukemia and it costs me hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to maintain her normal life!"

Dean was silent for a moment, and patted Massa on the shoulder: "I understand you, but if you have a choice, there is no need to make such money, take those tools away, and then deal with everything here, then give me two hundred Ten thousand dollars will do.”

"Dean..."

Dean waved his hand and turned to leave.

Night fell.

Harry played the rock DJ, and parked the car in front of Dean: "Wow, Dean, didn't you go to the FBI for training, why did you come to such a remote place?"

"It's over, so get ready to go home."

"So soon?" Harry said with worry on his face, "Dude, don't tell me, you were eliminated. I heard that group of sons of bitches like to do these things the most."

Just as Dean was about to reply, he noticed Harry's lower body and couldn't help showing a strange look: "I'm fine, I've completed the training, but I guess you're in trouble."

Harry followed Dean's gaze, and then screamed: "FK, I was about to play Santa Claus riding an elk with my girlfriend, but I received a call from you, and I forgot her at home!"

This kid is very playful, and his lower body is wearing a pair of elk pants.

He took out his mobile phone in a panic, and found in despair that there were more than 30 missed calls and more than 50 unread messages on it!

Harry, who was listening to the explosive hilarious songs all the way, didn't notice this at all.

Seeing this, Dean laughed gleefully, and his gloomy mood returned to normal.

Back to the city.

Dean bid farewell to the bitter-faced Harry, bought a whole new set of clothes to change into, and sprayed some perfume on his body to cover up the possible peculiar smell before returning home.

home.

Mom, Sheila, was watching a soap opera with Sinclair in her arms.

Meet Dean.

She pinched Sinclair's cheek: "Honey, I read that right, this handsome man in front of me is really your second brother?"

Sinclair also brightened his eyes: "Wow, Dean, you look so handsome in a formal suit, like a Hollywood star! When I graduate, can you come to be my dance partner, I will definitely be the dance partner of the night Queen!"

"Although I like your compliments very much, don't you want to give me a hug when you see me back?" Dean spread his hands, pretending to be wronged.

There was a commotion.

Mother Sheila was a little worried: "Dean, didn't you say you would go out for training for a while, why did you just leave this morning and come back tonight?"

Dean sighed: "Mom, I don't want to do this either, but I put too much pressure on others by staying there. For the physical and mental health of others, the instructor had to let me come back. By the way, where is Thompson?"

Thompson usually likes to study some weird things.

He was going to show him the parchment.

"I'm on a date." Sheila curled her lips and said aggrievedly, "I feel that the day you leave me is getting closer."

"Don't be like this, mom." Sinclair patted his forehead and said speechlessly: "Today, Thompson had a fight with mom for the first time because of his girlfriend, and I managed to calm mom down."

Good guy.

Dean laughed a little.

Sure enough, the problem of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is inherent, regardless of nationality and race.

But looking at Sheila, who has always been strong, with a sentimental look, Dean still hugged her and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry, when Thompson comes back, I will teach him a lesson for you!"

Watch TV with the two of them.

Dean just returned to the room, ready to strengthen.

"panel!"

【Detective panel】

Character: Dean

Level: 13 (300/2400)

Spirit: 13

Strength: 14

Speed: 15 (limit)

Stamina: 10

Skills: Pistol proficiency, ancient Muay Thai proficiency, Akaz school-mind reading L2, trace tracking L1, slightly (click to open).

Attribute points: 1

Skill Points: 1

Completed cases: 11, details are omitted.

Dean, who has 13 points of mental value, is no longer what it used to be.

Just simply learn and practice.

The skill of trace tracking has already been introduced.

Of course, Massa's good teaching is also a very important reason.

[Trace Tracking L1: After learning and practice, your observation ability has been significantly improved, and you can quickly find traces of incongruity in your field of vision, but your understanding and experience of object changes are still very scarce, and you cannot get much from the traces clue】

It took a while to get the panel too.

Dean has discovered that there is also a relatively large difference between skills and skills.

One is a skill like a pistol that is more biased towards physical memory.

After this kind of proficiency, often relying on one's own hard training, no skill points are required, and rapid progress can be made, at least reaching the L3 level.

For example, Dean's rifle has reached L1.

This is why he practiced alone without a famous teacher.

One is skills like mind reading and trace tracking, which are more inclined to experience and knowledge.

This kind of skill is not difficult to get started after Dean's spirit has been raised to 13 points, but if he wants to continue to improve, he must spend a lot of time practicing, researching and learning.

for this type of skill.

Dean is more inclined to exchange skill points for quick success.

There is another kind, such as ancient muay thai, which strengthens the body in a certain way.

This kind of Dean will not consider it for the time being.

Melee is just to make up for weakness.

Enemies that can be dealt with with guns.

Dean rarely chooses to fight in close quarters.

Trace tracking belongs to the second skill type.

It takes a lot of time and energy to improve self-study, but it is very helpful for solving crimes.

So Dean didn't bother.

Add skill points to trace tracking.

It is not as good as mind reading, it only needs a little skill point, and it can be upgraded directly.

Skill points disappear.

A large number of objects in different environments and times will have different states of experience and knowledge, which are instilled and fused.

After Dean has completely digested it.

He found that when he looked at things, in addition to having a more layered and three-dimensional sense, every time he saw something, his brain would subconsciously analyze what the thing had experienced, the owner's usage habits, and the frequency with which the thing was used.

This feeling is strange and disturbing.

Just imagine.

One day you are interested and discuss skills with others, and as a result, some professional words about depth, wear, and tightness appear in your mind.

Disappointment or not?

Fortunately, with the help of the fused memory, after several attempts, Dean regained control of his thinking and was no longer affected by subconscious memories.

After adding skills, there are only attribute points left.

Chase through the mountains.

Dean realized more and more that endurance had become his shortcoming.

At present, 13 points of energy are enough for the time being.

So Dean didn't hesitate to add this attribute point directly to his endurance.

The strengthening is over.

The 11 o'clock endurance made Dean feel a lot lighter, as if his sports car had finally been replaced with a motor that could barely match it.

All in all, not bad.

Nine p.m.

Dean sat lazily on the sofa after eating and drinking, enjoying the leisure time watching dramas with his family.

Slap.

The door was pushed open.

The three of them looked and saw Thompson holding a backpack and hiding his face.

"Haha, Thompson, are you doing performance art?" Sinclair sneered.

Sheila also covered her mouth and smiled, "Baby, there's no need to do this. I've already forgiven you for arguing with me because of a woman."

Dean simply scanned, but knew what happened to Thompson, and said with a smile: "Little brother, did you fight today?"

"Dean, how did you find out?" Thompson put down his backpack in surprise, revealing his bruised and swollen face.

"Man, standing in front of you is the best Detective Dean in Los Angeles!" Dean boasted shamelessly, and then seductively said: "Although I don't know what you have been through, but if you can do me a favor, I'll teach you how to get back!"

"It works like the girl picking up before?"

"It works better than that!"

"make a deal!"

The two brothers hooked their shoulders and went upstairs.

Looking at the backs of the two, Sheila was relieved: "Sinclair, Thompson has also started to learn how to fight. He has really grown up."

"Tch, he lost. Dean and Baker have never lost a fight before, and now there are still legends about the two of them in various versions in the school."

The mother and daughter began gossiping about Dean and older brother Baker's past at school.

As for Thompson being beaten?

It's just puberty embellishment

Just don't hold a gun.

No fuss.

upstairs.

After Thompson grinned and wiped the potion, he held the parchment and began to think.

Dean felt that this was not something that could be resolved in a short while, so he was going to leave first.

As a result, the person just turned around.

I heard Thompson say to himself: "Okay, Dean, I already know what's on this."

"So fast?" Dean was a little surprised.

On the sheepskin scroll, there is only a string of inexplicable numbers!

Thompson was slightly smug: "Dean, this is just an encryption method of the alphabet code. The number is the key, and you still lack a door."

"Door?"

"Yes, similar to the corresponding books, or some text information, and then apply these numbers to those information books, and you can get the secret that the treasure owner wants to tell you."

Thompson said with some disgust: "This thing was considered advanced more than a hundred years ago, but now, when I was nine years old, I stopped playing it. It's too easy to crack."

He thought that what Dean was holding was just an old decrypted treasure toy.

Dean shrugged: "Okay, but this is a real treasure map. If you can decipher it for me, I can give you a little bit after finding the treasure."

Thompson agreed dubiously: "Well, you need to tell me the background story about this treasure map.

Because it is for the convenience of future generations to decipher.

The owner of the treasure usually chooses some handed down books related to the treasure as the door!

Of course, only they know about the treasure maps passed down by the family. "

"This treasure involves", Dean concealed the source of the parchment, but simply told the legend of the robbers in the Hagar Mountains.

"Wow, is it the treasure of the gangsters in the cowboy era?" Thompson assumed the role and couldn't wait to sit at the computer desk: "I seem to have heard the story there in an online chat room dedicated to the history of Los Angeles. "

moment.

Thompson exclaimed: "Dean, come here, you see what this is!"

Dean took a closer look.

On it was a parchment scroll that was similar in style to the parchment scroll in my hand, but with different maps and numbers!

How many copies of this thing are there?

On the top of the picture, there is a line of bold and bold font: "The Story of Duke Tulip".

"Dean, this must be the door, I have the book!"

Thompson rushed to his bookshelf excitedly.

Dean stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

After a while of rummaging.

Thompson finally found the dusty "Duke Tulip" from the bottom of the bookshelf.

The two brothers got together under the desk lamp and started to decrypt.

Thanks to the "Glory of the Night" book friend for the reward of 18,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss (is this the exclusive title for this month's new chapter).

Thanks for the five thousand book coins reward from the book friend of 'Cooking Salted Fish on the Other Side of the Coin', thanks to the boss, congratulations on being promoted to the helmsman!

Thanks to the three book friends of 'Quiet Ugly Man', 'Red Blood Cell 2002', and 'Good Night Dream' for their rewards, and thanks to the three bosses!

To be added this month:

Sanjiang Plus: 10

Monthly ticket plus change: 4-2=2

Do salted fish on the other side of the coin: 1

Sell wine and wait for your return: 1

Splendor of the night: 22

Fight for this month, get it all done! ! !

Panel data:

Character: Dean

Level: 13 (300/2400)

Spirit: 13

Strength: 14