On the evening of July 28th, at nine o'clock.
The door to the bar was pushed open and banged against the wall.
A bearded man in a green coat passed through the dim lights of the hall and the sparse guests in the corridor, sat down at the bar, and knocked on the table at the handsome bartender in a black vest.
"Two whiskeys on the rocks."
The bartender placed two glasses of light yellow drinks in front of him, and the man waved to the waitress in an apron in the corridor.
Snapped!
Stuffing tips and patting butts, all in one go.
"Give this glass of wine to the guest in Box 3."
The waiter smiled coquettishly and took the whiskey into the box.
The bearded man stared at the remaining glass in front of him and hesitated for two seconds.
"Well, in the transformed state, it doesn't count as breaking the precept, right?"
He sipped slowly.
A quarter of an hour later, nine fifteen.
Dean put down the empty wine glass, walked out of the bar door into the back alley, dug out an oil paper bag from the trash can and put it away, then threw the black tape-wrapped package in his arms into it, turned around and left.
Two minutes later.
Another man with a bald head, a fleshy face, and a stiff expression came to the trash can, put the black package into his big windbreaker, and then drove a Dodge into the alley next to the bar...
Almost at the same time, on the roof of the bar, a bearded Dean put away the five thousand knives he had counted in the oil paper bag, flapped his wings like a bat, and flew into the night.
Dean was thirty meters in the air, quietly following Dodge below.
The car was not driving very fast, but he deliberately chose the narrow and forked paths between the buildings to keep circling. If he were to follow him by car, Dean would be 100% sure that he would be dizzy and completely thrown away within five minutes of following him.
But now he was flying in the night sky, looking down from above, and his field of vision was wider than ever before. In his eyes, the Dodge that deliberately took a detour was like a mouse in a maze, accelerating, turning, changing cars... it was futile and funny.
The bald man drove Dean in a circle for ten minutes and stopped outside a two-story building on the roadside.
Get out of the car, take out the key and open the door, quickly walk through the empty living room to the bathroom, hands quickly on the face, groping around the body.
He started "magic".
A large windbreaker and jeans were folded on the ground.
Then the muscle-like rubber pads on the arms, thighs, chest and abdomen peeled off, revealing smooth and delicate skin, and the faintly visible butterfly tattoos on the waist and hips.
Finally, he pulled up from the double-headed eagle tattoo on his neck, took off a flesh-colored rubber hood, and flicked his neck back - the long golden hair on the back of his head was flying like clouds, and he had a strong body and a face full of flesh. , a fierce-looking bald man, in the blink of an eye, turned into a blond, blue-eyed woman with slender limbs but an S-shaped chest, waist and hip curve, and facial features that combine the softness of the East and the grandeur of the West, a sexy and beautiful woman.
Dean, who was quietly squatting on the roof and peeking, was dumbfounded.
"A macho man turns into a beautiful woman. This disguise technique is amazing. He is worthy of being a professional."
The transformation only took half a minute. The beauty threw the changed clothes into the washing machine and stirred wildly. She put on a light blue dress again, carrying a handbag containing a black package and other sundries, and quickly walked out. Jumped outside the bathroom window.
Stylish and elegant modern girl walks to the road.
Dean continued flight tracking.
The woman walked along the street for about half an hour, almost reaching the fifty-minute limit of Dean's flight time, and finally entered 59 Elm Street, a two-story villa.
Dean was lying in a bush 20 meters away from the house. From God's perspective, he could see multiple surveillance cameras in hidden corners around the house. If he got closer, he would be captured by the cameras.
He could only observe the scene in the house from a distance through God's perspective.
There were two sturdy male bodyguards in the lobby on the first floor, with holsters under their arms and hands on their backs. After a detailed search of the woman, they let her go down the stairs into the basement.
The basement is a unique place, it is simply a small research institute.
God's perspective scanned various complex and sophisticated electronic instruments such as monitors, radios, walkie-talkies, etc. Several bookish men sat in front of the instruments, wearing earphone-like equipment, listening seriously and diligently, and writing down two things with a pen from time to time. Pen.
"Are you eavesdropping on the mayor and the police station?" Dean's head twitched.
From the perspective, another man with a walrus-style beard, a burly figure, and a face as hard as rock shook hands with the newly arrived girl, took the black package in her hand, took out the structural diagram of the building, and spread it out on the On the table.
The two began to talk.
Dean, who was eavesdropping from a distance, suddenly looked stunned.
The language he heard was not the familiar English, but a rough, masculine language that sounded a bit like a roar.
After jabbering for a long time, Dean couldn't understand a word.
Until finally, a familiar word popped out of the bearded man's mouth - davarishi (comrades).
It dawned on him,
"Isn't this Russian? So these guys are big geese. Oh, no, there are no big geese yet. They are spies sent by Sulian to the United States."
"What do they want to do?"
Dean stared at the men and women in the basement excitedly discussing the building's structural plans.
"They are hiding in Hawkins Town, buying Feodor and Joshua, and monitoring the mayor and police chief, all in order to steal secret information from this thirteen-story building?"
As Dean thought this way, Joshua's obsession progress jumped to 80%.
"I have to find out where the building is. My uncle is from Old Hawkins. Maybe he knows something?"
After that, after eavesdropping for a long time, Dean, who really couldn't understand Russian, kept the hiding place of 59 Elm Street in mind and left quietly.
…
Early next morning.
Dean and Paquet asked a question while enjoying a sumptuous breakfast.
"What is the largest building in town?"
"You have followed Jonathan around so many times and you still don't know? It's not the mall." Paquet raised a fork with half an egg on it and tapped his brain.
"In Las Vegas, the mall in Hawkins is too small to be on the stage." Dean sighed in disappointment, "Aren't there taller buildings?"
"What high-rise buildings do you want in a small country place?" Paquet heard that his hometown was being belittled, and he glared at his nephew with dissatisfaction, "Have you gotten tired of the beautiful mountains and rivers so quickly?"
"No, didn't I learn photography from Jonathan when I was bored waiting some time ago?" Dean casually took out a Pentax ME-Super and shook it, "But we have pretty much taken pictures in the town, and I want to change my style and take some photos. "
Paquet was silent for a few seconds and said hesitantly,
"Actually, there is a place that meets your requirements. But photography is not allowed there, and it is not in Hawkins Town."
"Where?"
"Remember what I told you before?" A flash of memory flashed across Paqui's face, "Our family once had an old house in Hawkins. Then your grandmother passed away. Your mother Lena and I were too sad. Sold the house to the government, took the money and moved to Las Vegas to work hard."
"Later, a new building was built on the land where our old house was located, and it became the largest building in the town today - Hawkins National Energy Laboratory."
"But it has been established for 20 to 30 years and has been hidden in the forest in the northern suburbs. There is no movement. People who are not middle-aged and elderly like me have no idea of its existence."
Hawkins National Energy Laboratory?
Located in the forest in the northern suburbs!
Dean blinked and couldn't help but grin an excited smile. The architectural structure diagram in yesterday's black package flashed through his mind.
"What does this laboratory study?"
"I heard a few old guys talking about it. They were generally studying technologies such as fossil fuels and nuclear power generation..."
Seeing Dean's interested look, Hope looked at him with majestic eyes for two seconds and said sternly, "Control your curiosity, find Terry Ives honestly, and stay away from the laboratory!"
"I don't want to lie to you. This laboratory has countless connections with the government, and there may be some big company behind it."
"If you dare to get close enough to take pictures, you will definitely be caught as a spy. The only thing I can do then is to erect an unnamed tombstone for you in the Hawkins cemetery."
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid!"
Dean made his promise firmly.
Wait until Paquet leaves for work.
He turned around and rode a bicycle out of the town, driving along the forest area in the northern wilderness. Then he turned on his God's perspective and searched hard around the forest for three hours.
Finally, in the beautiful and peaceful suburb of Hawkins, in a forest surrounded by towering ancient trees and green shades, a mysterious building was unveiled to Dean.
It is located deep in the jungle, with only one road connecting it to the outside world.
It was heavily fortified and surrounded by a circle of barbed wire with sharp barbed wires, which reflected dazzling silver light in the morning sun.
In addition, bright surveillance cameras are installed at regular intervals above the iron net, monitoring almost all movements outside the net without blind spots.
Security personnel with guns can be seen patrolling back and forth inside the iron fence.
Dean pushed the bicycle and hid in the bushes together, watching secretly from a distance.
In the center surrounded by iron mesh, there is a huge, dusty building made of reinforced concrete, more than ten stories high. Every window is sealed with cement, making it impossible to see the inside. It is like a head crawling on the ground, devouring the building. The sleeping beast of it all.
Even the sunlight falling on it is absorbed completely, without any reflection.
At the entrance of the entire park, there is a door sign that reads "Hawkins National Energy Laboratory."
"The laboratory and prison are pretty much the same. There is a high probability that the Soviet spies at 59 Elm Street are secretly monitoring this building." Dean tried to spy on the laboratory building from a God's perspective, but unfortunately it was more than three angles away from the surrounding iron net. Within ten meters, the interior cannot be seen.
"It seems that we can only secretly use telekinesis to rise into the sky at night, avoid surveillance, and sneak to the roof to see what secrets are hidden here that make the spies so crazy."
…
(End of chapter)
