The sun sets in the west and the night falls.
Within a one-mile radius of Hawkins Laboratory, except for the weak illumination provided by more than a dozen searchlights, the rest of the area was completely dark.
The solid outline of the building was hidden in the night, eerie and eerie, like a castle in a fairy tale where demons and vampires live.
As soon as Dean thought, his body flew vertically from the ground against the rules of physics, quickly rising into the night sky twenty meters higher than the top floor of the building.
Completely out of the effective range of monitoring.
Then he floated high in the sky and moved sideways to the top of the building.
Scanning from God's perspective, there is a circle of satellite dishes like a large white pot lid surrounding the roof of the building, and a round, empty helicopter pad with a white "H" logo in the center...but no surveillance cameras were found.
clatter--
After a slight landing sound.
Dean landed in the center of the apron, lowered his body, knelt on one knee, and supported the cold floor on the roof with his hands and fingers.
God's perspective is like sharp tentacles penetrating the solid ceiling, stretching downwards, and entering the laboratory building.
…
Like an ordinary office building, it is divided into thirteen floors from top to bottom. The light of incandescent lamps on the top floors lit up, illuminating countless corridors, halls, and maze-like small rooms. Every place They are equipped with surveillance cameras and speakers used to broadcast announcements.
Dean quickly browsed through most of the areas he could see, and then roughly classified them: monitoring room, entertainment area, laboratory, rest area, data room...
The structure and layout are exactly the same as the thirteen-story building plan.
The perspective continues to move.
At this time, several armed security personnel in the control room were staring intently at the hundreds of screens in front of them, which were showing images from various areas inside and outside the building.
The entertainment room is very spacious, with toys such as balls, soft cushions, colored plasticine, teddy bears, and cars piled up in a messy mess, but there is no TV.
The laboratories are full of strange things: some are as narrow and airtight as police interrogation rooms, with only a pair of tables and chairs.
Some are equipped with rectangular instruments used in hospitals to measure patients' heartbeats and brain waves.
Some had a chair connected to a wire and a circle of light bulbs of unknown purpose.
The strangest thing is that in the center of a laboratory stands a huge sphere covered with shiny metal blocks. There is a row of wires connected around the sphere. When God looks deep into it, he finds a clear and transparent liquid like water.
"What is this metal sphere used for? What experiment is it doing?"
The more Dean looked, the more questions he had in his mind, but he had no answers yet.
The lounge is nothing special. At eleven o'clock in the evening, hundreds of research and security personnel are resting in the dormitory.
The data room is filled with rows of glass cabinets filled with information and documents, as well as several first-generation personal computers that were as bulky as CRT TVs and equipped with keyboards.
"There are many researchers and equipment, but what exactly is the object of their research?"
Dean tried to hide on the roof of the building, and used his mind power to adjust the direction of the surveillance camera from a distance of dozens of meters, and then secretly took out a few pieces of information from the cabinet.
But this nearly airtight building was made of unknown materials, and the "shadow's" telepathy could not pass through the outer wall and could not act on things inside the building.
He had no choice but to give up.
Continue to observe.
…
A few minutes later.
Dean discovered two slightly unique existences among the same security guards and researchers.
A bedroom.
A man in a white shirt and tie, suit pants, and meticulously combed silver hair was squatting beside the bed, holding the hand of a petite boy, staring at his delicate little face and encouraging him,
"11. Concentrate, find energy, and feel with your heart. You will definitely succeed next time."
The man exuded the aura of someone who had been in a high position for a long time, but at this moment, every wrinkle on his face and the soft voice conveyed kindness.
But the boy didn't take this trick. He tightened his face and said nothing, as if he was angry with him.
Dean concentrated further and observed the little boy.
No, she must be a little girl, eight or nine years old, with big eyes, a pointed chin, and pretty features, but her hair is shorter than Dean's and has a rounded cut close to her scalp, so she looks a little boyish.
She was wearing a round-neck dress-style hospital gown with a pure white background dotted with snowflake patterns and black polka dots, revealing two thin white legs and arms.
"Oh, my daughter, why can't you understand your father's good intentions? I will never hurt you. Everything I do is to protect you."
The little girl remained stubbornly silent.
"Forget it, you are really not feeling well today, then try again tomorrow. Good night, 11."
The man gently touched the girl's tense face, turned around and left the dormitory. As soon as the door closed, the girl immediately shrank to the corner of the bed, hugged her knees with her hands, timidly pouted her little mouth, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes. , like a kitten that was bullied and had to lick its wounds alone.
The thin and frail body becomes more and more lovable.
But soon sleepiness came over her, and she slowly fell on her side on the bed and fell asleep breathlessly.
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breathe…
Dean, who was hiding on the roof and peeking, quietly exited the God's perspective, his sharp eyes under the black hood flashing with surprise, "Such a large and hidden laboratory, with hundreds of staff and countless advanced equipment, just for research. Such an eight or nine-year-old little girl named Eleven?"
"Is she a supernatural being?"
The more Dean thought about it, the more certain he became.
Looking at the entire world, people with super powers are relatively rare and rare, and the structure inside the laboratory is like a prison where people with super powers are imprisoned and studied.
"Poor guy, he was locked up in a laboratory for research at such a young age."
"That white-haired old man says he's good, but at first glance it's not a good thing."
At this time, Dean recalled the information he had peeped from 59 Elm Street last night. It was basically confirmed that the Sulian people had also been monitoring Hawkins Laboratory and constantly stealing information.
"I'm afraid the Sulian people's ultimate target is also this little girl."
"My mother offended Falk, so the Americans and Soviet spies were fighting openly and secretly in an inconspicuous town like Hawkins."
"I was just looking for a cat, but why did I accidentally get involved in an incredible historical event?"
Dean felt the system vibrate:
You discover the truth about Joshua's death - he was just an insignificant victim in the struggle between two countries.
He did something for the Su Lian spy, but was silenced again.
You have reduced his obsession and the progress is 100%. You can submit tasks at any time.
"I haven't handed over the arrears of 90,000 U.S. dollars to Joshua's family, and the progress has been completed. How much can the progress be increased if I give the money?" Dean was pleasantly surprised, but now is not the time to be distracted.
Focus back on the present.
A few more keywords quickly passed through his mind.
America, Soviet Union, spies, laboratories, superpowers.
The team of Kelity, the psychopath who kidnapped him in Las Vegas, revealed that, consistent with the previous world, after the space race, the United States and Su Lian started a superpower competition and conducted research on special functions in private. and experiments in order to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop in the intelligence war.
It is normal for Su Lian to send spies to obtain information about Lao Mei's superpower research.
For this reason, the US Department of Defense also created the "Stargate Jedi Project" in an attempt to defeat Soviet Union through remote psychic detonation of nuclear bombs and telepathic assassination of leaders.
Over time, this plan evolved into one based on dozens of companies and research institutions, focusing on studying the origin, evolution and mutation of superpowers, and the pattern of three parts of extraterrestrial life.
"This Hawkins National Energy Laboratory is a member of the Stargate Jedi Project?"
There is no doubt about this.
Dean recalled the words of FBI Bradley in Clayty's team, who wanted to sell Dean to a company in Indiana.
"Do you want to sell me to Hawkins Laboratory?"
"No, there is only 11 research subjects in the laboratory. It doesn't look like an institution that acquires superpowers for research. There are probably other institutions in Indiana."
But whether it was some research institution in the United States or a spy from Sulian, Dean was extremely disgusted - as a free superpower, he instinctively hated these organizations that tried to enslave his own kind.
He is also very lucky. His superpower is perfect for spying as a spy.
"Anyway, I have found their base camp, and they are completely unaware of my existence as a third party."
"I will quietly observe both sides first. Maybe I can seize an opportunity to trigger an event and obtain the maximum benefit."
"By the way, let's learn about the specialness of the little girl '11'."
With a hint of excitement and excitement, Dean's body rose vertically into the clouds of the night sky and quickly disappeared.
(End of chapter)
