Shark Apartments in the heart of town.
In the brightly lit room 502, Feodor, wrapped in a green coat, was sitting at his desk, concentrating on counting the banknotes. One roll, two rolls, three rolls, piled up on the entire desk, exuding attractive ink. aroma.
When green light fills the pupils.
Feodor couldn't help laughing, he stretched out his hand boldly and poured dozens of rolls of banknotes into a bright golden safe on the table.
The mood became more and more exciting.
Destiny is always full of miracles.
There was once a small gangster in Hawkins who was so poor that he picked up cigarette butts and smoked them. In just a few years, he became a wealthy man with more than 90% of the townspeople's savings.
And all of this is thanks to that Excellency. Unfortunately, the money is very hot and the risk is huge. Once discovered, he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Work for a few more months and save up two hundred thousand dollars, then leave Hawkins, change places, and live a good life of beer, beautiful women, and big men for a few years."
Thinking so happily, the quiet curtains behind Feodor suddenly moved inward like a dancing skirt.
A gust of wind blew in from outside the window sill and blew over the back of his neck, like the breath of a banshee, making him feel dazed for a moment. Then the cool mist wrapped around his skin, forcing him to stand up from the chair involuntarily. , feet dangling in the air, floating above the carpet.
The unnatural change happened in an instant, and the joy on Feodor's face twisted into extreme panic. He opened his mouth and shouted wildly, but his mouth seemed to be covered with several layers of airtight tape, making no sound possible.
Instead, there was a slight sound of landing from behind.
An uninvited guest jumped into the house from the window and hit a hard and cold object on the back of his head.
"Fyodor?"
This voice is like the judgment of death, allowing no hesitation or lies.
The man who was nailed in the air nodded subconsciously.
Then--
There was a click.
His head turned back 180 degrees, his eyes turned white, and he lost consciousness.
Dean released his telekinesis and allowed the man to fall limply at his feet like a puddle of mud. He swiftly took out the rolls of knives he had just put into the safe, gathered them together and counted them, almost 193,000 knives. .
Divide it equally into two parts and earn fantasy space.
After doing all this, the man whose neck was broken completely lost his breathing and heartbeat.
You killed Feodor, proficiency +2, fighting level 3 (62/400).
Joshua's last wish fulfillment degree 0→30%
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Dean took out the tablet to release the soul he had just absorbed, and began to torture according to the ritual.
"Why did you let Joshua install bugs in the mayor's house and the police station?"
"This is an order from above." Ghost Feodor pushed the stilt board with a dull expression.
"Who's up there? Who do you work for?"
"The identity and specific name are unclear, but he is not a native of Hawkins. I call him Bald. We meet at the cowboy bar in town on the 28th of every month to exchange goods and rewards."
Dean's head flashed, today was the 27th, "Let's talk about the appearance of the bald head."
"Male, about forty years old, with a fleshy face and a large black double-headed eagle tattoo on the front of his neck..."
"Three years ago, he was also the one who asked you to use drug injection to kill Joshua and silence him?"
"Yes, this is a test of loyalty. By killing Joshua, I gained the bald man's trust."
"How long have you been in his service?"
"Three years and four months."
"Why did he choose you in the first place?"
"I am a native of Hawkins. I have no parents, wife or children. I am eager to make money and I am willing to pay any price for it."
Dean pondered, "Besides the task of installing bugs and killing Joshua, what other tasks has he given you?"
"There is only one method. On the 27th of every month, a package wrapped in black tape is picked up from the Hawkins garbage dump and taken to the bar for trading on the 28th."
Dean's eyes narrowed, "What's in the package?"
"I have secretly opened it several times, and it contains all kinds of paper information: personnel files, drawings of machines, equipment, and buildings..."
Dean's eyes started to light up when he heard this, "What about personnel files, for example?"
"Intermediate Researcher, Charles Manson... graduated from Princeton University, Department of Physics..."
"drawing?"
"I can't understand it. Some look like some kind of container, some look like medical equipment, and there are also building structural diagrams."
"Today, the 27th, have you been to the garbage station and found the package?"
"I've been there in the morning." Feodor turned and looked at the desk. Dean followed his gaze and found an open black file bag in the drawer.
There was only a structural diagram of the building.
There are thirteen floors in total, and the structure and orientation of the walls, columns, rooms, corridors, and stairs on each floor are clearly marked.
But the more Dean looked, the more surprised he became.
Within a month of arriving in Hawkins, he had driven around the streets and alleys more than a dozen times, and the largest building he had ever seen was the shopping mall in the center of the town.
In addition, the tallest building in Hawkins Town is only five stories. This building with more than ten floors and hundreds of rooms seems to only exist in fantasy——
"What the hell is this building?"
"I don't know." The ghost shook his head dullly.
"Is the information in the package leaked from the building?"
"have no idea."
Dean's eyes turned cold. If he hadn't known that ghosts couldn't lie, he would have killed this idiot who didn't know anything.
"What do you think? What does this information have to do with the building?"
"I think there is another bald person inside the building. He takes advantage of the garbage disposal every month to mix the obtained information into the garbage and send it to the garbage station."
"Then it's up to me to take over."
Dean nodded.
Now it seems that the man behind Feodor, this bald man, should be a spy who steals technology and secrets, and Feodor in front of him is just a risky pawn bought by the other party. Dustin's father made an appointment Shua is a "disposable item" one level lower than the chess pieces.
The bald head went to great lengths to set up those bugs and eavesdrop on the calls of the powerful figures in the town, the police chief and the mayor, probably in order to obtain more information about this building.
Dean went through today's experience in his mind again and felt extremely strange. Originally he was just helping Dustin's mother find a cat, but now he had caught a "big fish".
Bald-Fyodor-Joshua.
This bald man at the top and this non-existent building definitely hide huge secrets.
"Tomorrow is the 28th, how should you contact the bald man?" Dean asked,
"Take the package... At nine o'clock in the evening, enter the cowboy bar, order a glass of whiskey and drink it... At nine fifteen, enter the back alley of the bar, take out the reward from the trash can, throw the package in, and leave immediately."
"What clothes are you wearing? Do you have any other passwords..."
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I tortured out the detailed connection steps, but couldn't find any useful information.
Dean grasped the board tightly and pushed it forward. Feodor suddenly shattered into pieces of blue light and disappeared into the night sky.
Proficiency +1, fighting level 3 (63/400)
Event - Joshua's Obsession: You have avenged Feodor by killing him, and got a glimpse of the truth behind the tragedy in him.
Sixty percent progress.
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"As long as I secretly give another 45,000 dollars to Mrs. Henderson and let him continue to treat Dustin, the progress should be 100%. No, we shouldn't stop like this..." Dean thought about how much he would waste. Otto got close to 200,000 dollars in his safe, so he spent 45,000 to avoid being stingy.
"Then double it. I will spend 90,000 dollars to complete the task. In this way, the completion rate of the event should be able to exceed the 100% upper limit."
"But that's not enough. As the most tragic victim, Joshua is curious about the truth of this series of events."
"Tomorrow, disguise yourself as Feodor, contact the bald man, and find out his true identity and the secret of that building. The progress of the incident will definitely further exceed the upper limit, which means that the reward will be greatly increased."
Dean made a decision, squatted down, reached out to grab a syringe from the void, and stabbed it into the corpse to draw a tube of blood.
"Blood sample analysis begins."
Then he searched the entire room 502 again. He jumped out of the window, bathed in the bright moonlight in the sky, and walked slowly through the void towards the dark alley on the side of the apartment. Fedov was like a coffin. It hovered behind him and slowly fell into Bronco's trunk.
Soon after, the car drove to the south of the town and was buried in a large hole that Dean had dug in the forest in advance.
(End of chapter)
