A crazy night passed.
In the early morning, Dean pushed his arms and legs away, ordered breakfast, put down a note, and left the hotel early.
When he got home, before Rust came back, he arranged the psychic suit and closed the curtains, making the bedroom space dark and quiet.
Summoning the ghost armor, the mental power merged into the shackles, locking on the most powerful ghost among them.
The blue curtains automatically opened without wind, and a cold wind blew out of the curtains, falling in front of Dean.
He looked through the pane of glass and saw a ghost with a hazy glow appearing in the air. It was slender and sweet-looking, and it was none other than Clayty, a telepath who died not long ago.
But she is different from the ghosts that Dean imprisoned before. Her facial features are not as dull as a puppet, but as vivid as a real person.
"Where am I?" Clayty actually spoke, with a light voice.
"Have you forgotten, you are already dead."
"Then who am I now?"
Clayty was dazed for a moment, then her pale face turned sharp, her hands spread apart, and invisible power gathered.
The strong wind picked up the bed blanket and the books on the bookshelf, and hovered in the air.
But the next second, the muzzle of blood and soul was aimed at her illusive and hazy face, and huge panic froze her body.
"If you don't want to be wiped out, don't move around." Dean held a gun in one hand and a wooden board in the other to observe. "Listen, as long as you answer my questions honestly, I can consider a way out."
The female ghost looked at him for ten seconds and hesitated.
"Vance, Donna, Miller, Bradley?"
"I kept my promise and cremated them with you. As for their souls." Dean said word by word, "They are still here with me. If you are obedient, maybe I will mercifully let them and you go." Reunion.”
Clay said dejectedly,
"I admit that this operation was a complete mistake and we should not have messed with you,"
"But we clearly searched your body, how on earth did you take out the grenade, manipulate and imprison the soul? How many superpowers do you have?"
"I'll ask you questions, do you understand?"
A hint of helplessness appeared on Clayty's translucent cheeks. Gritting his teeth and nodding,
"Very good, now that you have plenty of time, tell me about your team's growth experience from the beginning... I'm very interested."
Clayty turned around and stared at the empty wall. He hesitated for a few seconds, then stood quietly and began to narrate, "Vance, Donna, and Miller all come from an orphanage in a remote suburb of Indiana."
"Your parents?"
"I left them when I was three or four years old. I can't even remember what they looked like or what their names were..." Speaking of her parents, Clayty was unusually calm. "My first memory is of being in the orphanage with hundreds of other people. The partners have lived together for more than ten years."
"That place is a hell!"
"The administrators bully the orphans at will, and the orphans are divided into three, six, and nine grades. Those who know how to flatter the dean and administrators become losers and help them beat and scold their companions. The friends of losers become second-class people and do not Lacking clothes and food, a shy, introverted and sickly person like me is at the bottom. Anyone can beat me, insult me, and take away my food..."
"So, your telekinesis was not awakened at birth?"
"If that were the case, I wouldn't have to suffer so much, and I would have killed all those demons long ago." Clayty clenched her fists, her translucent body rippled with anger like water, "That The disgusting dean who is as fat as a pig, the chef with tumors on his face, and the hunched-over cleaner will bring a poor child into the office every once in a while, and when they are released, they will be tortured until they become adults. Like this, some even died directly."
"They also threatened and intimidated other children. If anyone showed any signs of leaking, they would disappear the next day."
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"No one cares?"
"Who can care?" Clayty smiled, her smile full of strong sarcasm, like a living person.
"We orphans are the dregs of society. Only the lucky few will be adopted by well-intentioned people who spend a lot of money, and the rest will continue to suffer in hell!"
"At that time, my most profound memory was the endless abuse and beatings, and hunger. I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep. I could only bite a rusty water pipe and swallow a lot of cold water every day to soothe the churning stomach acid in my stomach."
"I was hungry, tired, weak, in pain, and scared. I had nightmares every day. Sometimes I just wanted to die."
Her angry tone changed, and her sharp eyes became extremely gentle.
"It wasn't until he was eight years old that Vance entered the orphanage. He was two years older than me, and he was stronger than other children of the same age. He looked very intimidating, but he was very kind to me."
She smiled,
"He took the initiative to protect me, endured all kinds of malice for me, chatted and played with me, just like my relatives."
"I wasn't used to it at first, until one time, the dean wanted to force me into the office. Vance was only ten years old at the time, and he couldn't stop an adult, and he couldn't bear to see me being bullied."
Clayty paused, covered her mouth and choked, but Ghost had no tears, "He went into the office on my behalf. When he came back, he was covered in wounds and bled a lot. He lay in bed for three whole days. From then on, From then on, I knew I would never leave this man in my life.”
There was a long silence in the bedroom.
Dean sighed, compared to the beginning when both his parents died, this superpower's beginning was a hellish one.
…
"The later eldest sisters, Donna and Miller, entered the orphanage one after another. They had similar temperaments with us and soon became inseparable friends. When I was fifteen, we secretly escaped from the orphanage one night when our bodies were almost mature. .”
"Didn't you set a fire in the orphanage before you escaped? Burn down that sinful place?" Dean asked dissatisfiedly. If it were him, he would have killed at least dozens of people before leaving.
"That was later."
Clayty shook her head,
"In order to survive, we worked part-time, begged, and stole all over the country. The days were hard but free, and far happier than in the orphanage. The four of us worked together to overcome difficulties one after another and became a real family."
"One year, we were spending the night on a bench in a park in New York, and we were attacked by four homeless people... One of them pulled out a knife and put it to Vance's neck."
"I'm afraid of losing him. I want to save him, even if I die." Clayty's tone became urgent and her eyes stared straight into the void. "I have never longed for something so much, with such a strong will. It made me dizzy... Then, a miracle happened. My brain exploded, my nosebleed, and a powerful force rushed out, hitting the homeless man holding a knife and threatening Vance, and directly hit him. On the big tree, I broke his neck!”
This is the power of emotion.
Strong emotions are the key to unlocking telekinesis and are also power amplifiers.
Dean kept this in mind.
"Your telekinesis was so powerful as soon as you awakened?"
"No...after the first outbreak in the park, my telekinesis returned to normal levels, and I could barely move some boxes, mattresses and other heavy objects."
"But the more I used it, the more proficient and powerful it became. I gradually lifted a car and discovered other functions, such as opening door locks, safes, retrieving objects from the air, and creating a barrier to resist bullets..."
"With these superpowers, making money has become easy for me. Well, I 'take money' directly from the rich people's villas. I take it once and then change it. The cops can't catch us at all."
"Then did you kill anyone?" Dean asked,
"We killed a lot." Clayty admitted frankly. "Shortly after awakening, we returned to the orphanage, killed all the staff, and burned it down."
"Well done."
"But we didn't affect ordinary people and civilians."
Although this group of people made a shameless sneak attack, they still had a certain limit and did not take action against Gretchen and Rust.
Otherwise, Dean would have turned them into ashes.
"After burning down the orphanage, the four of us drove around the country and lived a carefree life for two years. In the third year after awakening our telekinesis, we were hypnotized by a man in Ohio who could instantly hypnotize with his eyes... and was proficient in stealth. and combat shooting super-powered criminals are being targeted.”
Clayty said fearfully, "He sneaked into the house where we lived silently, controlled Vance and the three of us, and threatened me to be arrested without mercy."
"At this moment, Bradley suddenly appeared and joined forces with me to kill the hypnotic monster and resolve the crisis."
"And told us that the hypnotist has committed more than a dozen murders in Ohio, taking pleasure in indiscriminate killing and torture. He is a real madman and pervert."
"Bradley has been investigating him. After solving him, he extended an invitation to us and told me a truth."
"Most mental superpowers have mental illness and are extremely dangerous. Rather than being attacked by them, it is better to strike first and capture them and sell them to companies in exchange for some living expenses."
"We hit it off right away with Bradley. He is a good teacher and taught us first aid, firearms and tactics, making the team professional."
"Then he used his FBI identity to investigate weird mysteries across the country. Once he found traces of the supernatural, he contacted us to cooperate in arresting them."
"How many arrests have you made before me?" Dean tapped his fingers on the floor.
"We have been cooperating with Bradley for fifteen years. We conducted five operations in total and captured five people with super powers...until we met you."
Dean was a little surprised after hearing this. It took them three years to find a person with superpowers based on the FBI's information channels.
The frequency is very low.
"Then what abilities do they have?"
"The two telepaths are far less powerful than me."
Dean nodded. As he speculated, telekinesis was not uncommon, but the upper limit was very high.
"A poisoner whose bodily fluids contain highly toxic substances."
"How poisonous?"
"One drop of his saliva could kill a strong adult,"
"But his body is still that of an ordinary person. We tied him up and put him into a diving suit and put on a helmet."
"Then a physical enhancer."
"How high is the reinforcement?"
"Invulnerability, conventional pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles cannot break his skin, and his strength is several times that of ordinary people, but his reaction and speed are within the normal range." Clayty explained, "After I used telekinesis to suffocate him , cuffed and locked into the iron coffin."
Dean rolled his eyes. These people must have thought of themselves as physically enhanced types.
"The last one was a mind reader. On the day we arrested him, he read Donna's thoughts and almost managed to escape. However, his physical fitness and IQ were too average and he failed to seize the opportunity."
…
Dean also learned more about the detailed process of capturing these five superpowers, thereby gaining a glimpse into the strengths and weaknesses of various abilities.
…
"How did that old fox Bradley discover these five superpowers? Where did they reveal their flaws?"
Clayty looked at him with complicated eyes and said the wise words,
"They made the exact same mistakes as you, staying in the same place for too long and committing multiple crimes in a row."
"If a person with superpowers wants to live peacefully, he cannot stay in any one place for more than a year, and he must keep a low profile as much as possible, especially not attracting the attention of the media, the police, or the public."
Dean laughed to himself as he listened. He thought he had solved the case seamlessly, but in the eyes of others, it was full of flaws.
"Who did you sell the kidnapped goods to?"
"The company is a very mysterious experimental institution."
"What projects are you running?"
"I don't know. Our relationship with the company is limited to delivery and cash, and we never ask any questions. In addition, Bradley is responsible for liaison."
Dean nodded,
"So how much did the five superpowers cost in total?"
"The average one is more than 4 million, which is worth more than 25 million, and you alone can be worth all of them."
Dean is a little funny,
"So I'm so valuable. But it took you fifteen years to get more than 4 million to each of you. How can you afford such a small amount of money?"
Clayty nodded in approval, "In our business, we are dancing on the edge of a knife, and we may encounter unexpected events at any time, so we used to enjoy ourselves in the moment, and basically spent all the money we got."
"No need to explain, I'm not interested in your deposits." Dean wasn't sure if he would be targeted by other companies if he touched the money. He was more concerned about another issue.
"Did you disclose the action process, including my identity information, to the company?"
Clayty stared at him for five seconds, pursed her lips, and shook her head.
"If we don't get the money, how can we reveal the information about the mission target? What if we lose both money and people?"
Dean let out a long sigh of relief. If the company knew his details, he would have to give up his current legal status and live on the run.
"Besides you, are there any other teams of bounty hunters who capture people with special abilities for the company?"
"I haven't seen it, but I think... there is a high probability that they exist."
Dean continued to ask about the company, but Clayty couldn't say anything more, so he changed the subject.
"How many years has it been since you awakened your telekinesis?"
"About eighteen years."
"Have you seen the Law of Convergence during this period?"
Clayty lowered his head and thought for a moment, "You mean that you will encounter supernatural events every once in a while?"
"Um."
"I'm very impressed." Clayty sighed, her eyes flickering, "Since my awakening, I have encountered a total of three supernatural events... Each time was almost six years apart... Each time, it was so dangerous that it almost killed me."
After hearing this, Dean couldn't help but marvel, "Have you only encountered three supernatural events in eighteen years?"
This is not as much as what he has encountered in the past year.
Does fate favor Clayty so much?
"Three supernatural incidents are much more dangerous than catching a person with supernatural powers, and there are no signs." Vivid fear flashed across Clayty's face. He was obviously a ghost, but his tone was trembling.
"What kind of method without warning?"
"One night when I was twenty-one, I was sleeping in bed. Suddenly I felt something strange in my thigh, as if something was pulling me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found a humanoid creature standing in my shadow and pulling my thigh. …”
"It has a big, round head like an alien and a protruding eyeball. The whole face has no mouth, nose and ears, only one big eye like a big volleyball. Its skin is gray and rough, with long thin hair. Scales. It is using its slender limbs to pull me in. My telekinesis has no effect on it, as if it has been absorbed by it."
"Are you kidding?" Dean felt horrified after hearing this.
"Why am I joking?" Clayty recalled the scene at that time and shook her head with fear. "If Vance hadn't turned on the light in time, the monster would have pulled me into the shadow."
"How do you solve it?"
"We arranged a high-power electric light in the bedroom with a 360-degree angle, and illuminated it for half a month. There was no shadow, and the monster disappeared."
"do you died?"
"I don't know. In short, it never appeared again."
…
Dean was silent.
This so-called monster has gone beyond the scope of common sense, giving him a feeling of powerlessness.
…
"The remaining two incidents?"
Clayty recounted in detail the experience of falling into a cave in the Appalachian Mountains and fighting mutated monsters, and encountering a cultist summoning an extradimensional monster in an abandoned house, and then both were injured.
Dean felt bad after hearing the whole thing.
Most of the events he experienced in the past were not directly directed at him, and the degree of danger and weirdness was far less than the three times that Clayty encountered.
"I've had enough for a long time. The law of convergence is like a curse. It will catch me no matter where I am. It may be late, but it will never be absent." Clayty suddenly smiled with relief. With a smile, "Even if you don't kill me, there is a high probability that I will be doomed the next time the Convergence Law attacks."
"It would be a relief to die early."
Dean's face turned gloomy as he listened.
People with superpowers in this world are not just unlucky. They are threatened by corporate organizations, similar people with malicious intentions, and other weird supernatural things. They have to be careful about losing their minds and becoming crazy.
No wonder the ancestors of the Van Helsing family allowed their descendants to completely transform into ordinary people in order to continue their bloodline.
Speaking of insanity—
"Claidi, have you ever felt that something was wrong with your mental state before?"
"Yes. This is a side effect of telekinesis. I am often moody and moody... I have nightmares all night long, and during the day I have all kinds of horrible auditory and visual hallucinations for no reason. In the most thrilling times, I almost accidentally killed Vance. "
"Then how did you get through it?"
"Thanks to my companions..." Clayty said with nostalgia, "They have been with me to comfort me... and allowed me to get through the period of insanity. I feel that their care has cured me."
"But that's not enough. I will set aside two days every month to put myself in that coffin and lock myself in the basement. Then I will awaken negative memories through meditation and actively stimulate and consume the accumulated negative emotions."
Actively detonating negative emotions?
Dean looked surprised. This is a novel way of self-control. If his condition continues to worsen in the future, he can give it a try?
"I answered all your questions without reservation... Can you please let me meet Vance, Donna..."
Clayty pleaded nervously and apprehensively, like a prisoner waiting for the judge to pronounce his sentence.
Dean grasped the blood and soul in his hand again, and with just a slight squeeze of the trigger, the ghost could be wiped out, just like countless times in the past.
But this time he hesitated. The world had never been gentle to the four people of Keti, never before.
The most important thing is that Dean managed to maintain a stable mentality and did not want to trigger the supernatural hunter again and absorb the spirit to blow up his brain.
"You're being honest, and I'm in a good mood, so I decided to let you guys go. Just a moment."
He waved his hand.
The remaining four ghosts flew out of the altar and appeared in the bedroom.
Dean tortured them in the same way, and everything matched Clayty's statement. He further asked several people about the company information behind the team.
As a result, FBI agent Bradley had a big surprise.
"The company is part of the Stargate Jedi Plan."
Dean frowned, "What is the Stargate Jedi plan?"
"Another special function competition after the space race between us and Soviet Union." Bradley explained with a dull expression.
“The Ministry of National Defense secretly hired psychics to study wall penetration, invisibility, and remote sensing from thousands of miles away, and dreamed of using remote sensing capabilities to disable all Soviet nuclear bombs, and to create assassins who could kill people with their thoughts, and create a super army. Ability to assassinate troops."
"But as time went on, many terrible accidents occurred in the Stargate Jedi Project. For safety reasons, most departments were divided into many small laboratories, and the research directions gradually evolved into three - studying the evolution and mutation of species, and studying superhuman beings. The origin and enhancement of abilities, research on extraterrestrial life such as UFOs and visitors from different dimensions..."
"Evolution and mutation of species?" Dean suddenly realized. No wonder DNA testing in this world is more advanced than the previous world. It turns out that the official has begun to study more advanced projects, and a little bit of leaked technology has improved the scientific and technological strength of the entire society.
As for the struggle for hegemony between the United States and the Soviet Union, the space race, etc... the previous world also had such a legendary history.
But the official research into this supernatural world goes deeper and can be said to be the senior players behind the scenes.
"What are the results of the Stargate Jedi Plan?"
"I don't know. Every aspect of the plan is absolutely confidential. With my position in the FBI, I have spent decades learning only some superficial information - dozens of small cooperative companies and laboratories in the plan, distribution In countless secret locations across the country.”
"Which company are you going to sell me to?"
"One of the companies that studies the origin and evolution of superpowers and specializes in purchasing superpowers from bounty hunters. The specific name and location are unknown. I spent more than ten years trying to find out that it is located in Indiana."
"How do you usually contact me?"
"Use the BP machine to communicate... every time we capture a person with super powers, the other party will tell us the meeting place."
"BP machine?"
"I had it with me at the time."
Dean's face darkened. At that time, he was stunned by the sudden increase of 1.5 energy. He did not search the truck carefully. The BP machine should have been burned directly.
But coincidentally, his uncle Paquet is now in Hawkins, Indiana. Nine years ago, his parents' disappearance also passed through Hawkins. Dean will soon go to Indiana where the "company" is located.
Maybe there will be more intersections.
"Have you disclosed my information to the company?"
"without."
…
Next, Dean couldn't ask for more information from Bradley, so he looked away. Opposite him, Clayty was reaching out to touch his lover's dull face and blurred blond hair, but the other party and the remaining three people They all looked stupid and unresponsive, like puppets without a core.
"What's wrong with you? I'm Clayty. Don't you recognize me?"
"They don't have the mental strength and willpower as strong as you, so they can't maintain their sanity during their lifetime." Dean rubbed his swollen temples, looked at Clayty who looked stunned and asked, "Where will you go next? "
"I heard a distant call, and there is a place waiting for us. As long as we let go, as long as we think, we will enter that place immediately. This time, we will never be separated." Clayty hugged her lover tightly with her left hand, and held her lover with her right hand. The remaining three companions gathered in a circle.
The five souls stood there, their bodies emitting a faint light like moonlight.
Where to call ghosts?
Dean nodded, that place should be Limbo and Wanderer's Forest.
"Goodbye, my kind, try to live and become stronger. I wish you can one day break the damn law of convergence and the disgusting company, so that people with super powers can gain true freedom!"
Clayty smiled happily, and together with her companions, they turned into dots of light like fireflies and dissipated in mid-air.
(End of chapter)
