In the dirty wooden house by the river, Hope wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, a phone receiver clamped around his neck, and a cigarette dangling casually from his mouth.
"I found a total of three people with the same name. Their social security numbers and places of birth are all in Indiana." Another tired voice came from the microphone, "But one of them is a man in his twenties, and the other is only fifteen. The middle school girl who is 70 years old and the last one who is suffering from cancer are all inconsistent with the dark blond woman in her forties that you described. Are you sure the information you gave me is correct? "
Hope frowned, "The information I gave is fine. Have you found all of them, including the dead people?"
"When have I ever made such a stupid mistake? I checked the records of Indiana's deceased persons in the past ten years and found no target..."
Hope smoothed the rough stubble on his chin and asked, "Can we expand the scope of the investigation from Indiana to the entire country?"
"You have given me a problem of the century, which will take a lot of time and connections."
"Help people till the end. At worst, I'll treat you to a drink next time I go to New York." Hope promised with a pained look on his face.
"Haha, are you finally willing to leave your warm nest? Then I will save my face and help you find someone. But listen, based on my experience, there is another greater possibility about Terry - she is not an ordinary person. , whose identity is extremely sensitive, so her personal information has been blocked by the government. Due to my current position, I do not have the authority to access it." The voice on the microphone became extremely cautious, "In the end, we will probably find nothing."
After hearing this, Hope was stunned for a long time, hung up the phone, and dialed another number with a wry smile, "Paqui, the five thousand dollars you gave me is really hard to get."
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On the other side, at the breakfast table at 36 Maple Street.
Paquet told Dean exactly what Hope said.
"Even if he is a serial murderer, his identity information will not be blocked by the government, right? What mistakes did Terry make?" Dean put three eggs into his mouth and asked, "How did she interact with Lena and Guangming? , were my parents really just ordinary people running a jewelry store?"
There was also a trace of doubt in Paquet's eyes, "I don't know about my sister and brother-in-law? They are 100% ordinary small businessmen. And Terry may be just a friend they met by chance during the trip. After all, normal people walk on the road. You might also meet a wanted criminal."
"Maybe you're right."
"There's no news about your friend either?"
Dean shook his head with regret. Holden couldn't find any clues through FBI channels, so there was a high probability that Terry's identity was very complicated.
Pacquiao noticed his irritability and patted him on the shoulder.
"Finding someone based on a name and general appearance is almost like winning a lottery ticket. Besides, so many years have passed, so there is no need to rush in these ten and a half days."
Dean could only nod, thinking that unless he had the super power to find someone, it would be difficult to make a breakthrough in Terry's case.
"By the way, haven't you always wanted to see Teacher Kelly Chen? I'm going to treat her to a meal in two days, and you can come with me."
"Finally willing to let me meet your girlfriend?"
"Behave yourself then! Let's go to work."
…
Looking at Paquet's back, Dean shook his head and smiled, turning his attention to the system. Terry had no clue for the time being, but life had to go on:
Physical fitness: 16.1
Strength: 14.2
Sensitivity: 14.5
Perception: 15.2
Spirit: 18.1
Will: 15.2
After reaching level 5, there was still one attribute point that was useless. Since I wanted to be a hexagonal warrior, I naturally had to increase the lower attributes.
"Strength, or agility?"
Dean thought about how in most battles he would habitually choose to fight his opponent in close combat, so the strength of the blow, muscle defense, speed and reaction were all important.
But when he looked in the mirror, he saw that he was 1.82 meters tall and had a well-proportioned body shape, but he could also see obvious muscle outlines. He was considered to be averagely strong among normal people. This was a balance he struggled to maintain.
"If I add more strength, my muscle circumference will have to grow. By then, it will at least be at the level of the general public in the gym. The traces of training will be obvious, which is not conducive to hiding my strength."
With the last bit of insistence on his normal body shape, Dean went to the bathroom and made a decision.
"Finally add more strength, this time it's more sensitive!"
Sensitivity 14.5→15.5.
hiss--
A current surged directly from the toes to the top of the head.
Dean said "oh" in ecstasy for a moment and fell into the bathroom.
Eyes closed, teeth clenched.
A stream of air that was sometimes cold and sometimes hot rushed through his body, swimming through his wrists and ankles, which were constantly bending and folding like branches, the fascia and ligaments of various joints, and even around the brain, spinal cord, and body. Where it becomes the central nervous system and the peripheral nervous system.
Stimulate, stretch, strengthen, reinforce.
Intense pain, soreness, and a sense of weakness that the brain has been drained are intertwined.
In the bathtub, Dean began to convulse like an epilepsy, every part of his body was trembling, and bursts of light red blood overflowed from his skin.
He turned into a bloody man, with hot and thick breath blowing out from his nose, and he rolled his eyes rapidly like a demon possessing him.
I don’t know how long it took.
The terrible breakthrough finally stopped.
The bloody man in the bathtub stood up like a carp and jumped onto the smooth floor of the bathroom.
Raising the right leg above the head, and touching the ground with the thumb of the left foot, he performed a very difficult golden rooster stand. He easily maintained it for five minutes and was as stable as a statue.
Then he did a backflip on the spot, with his head on his feet, his left thumb supporting the ground, his body undulating, and he did a hundred standard handstand push-ups in a row.
Dean cleaned up the blood again and asked "Shadow" to stand ten meters away and throw a fruit knife at him.
Swish--
Two rays of silver light flashed across the air.
Dean's hands flew into the air like lightning, and he accurately grasped the wooden handles of the two knives in his palms.
"Agility breaks through 15, body balance and reaction ability are greatly improved."
…
Next, Dean found a hidden, flat lawn near his home and asked Shadow to hold a whistle and stopwatch.
He took a deep breath, squatted down, tilted inward, and assumed a squatting starting position.
call out--
The whistle is clear and sharp, breaking the laziness of the morning.
The air hissed, and the grass shook rapidly with a huge bang.
The figure crouching on the ground shoots straight out like an arrow. It is obviously just a person sprinting, but the fierce momentum is comparable to a group of migrating wild animals on the African savannah.
Ten seconds later.
The movement disappeared.
Dean stopped, relaxed his muscles, and waited for the "Shadow" to send back the test results——
"Ten seconds, one hundred and seventy meters, seventeen meters per second. This speed can catch up with a slow-moving car. When the strength reaches 15 points, I estimate that I can run two hundred meters in ten seconds. It's getting more and more impossible. People."
After testing his sensitivity, Dean was satisfied, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, lying on the grass with his hands on the back of his head to bask in the sun, and put his energy back into his new ability——
Limbo shuttle lv0 (charged 4%).
Recharge!
Mental power began to slowly flow into the void, and a faint sense of loss arose in his mind.
"Without affecting my daily plans, I can charge 4% of the energy every day. In about twenty days, I can try to go to the legendary Limbo to find out what's going on. Then I'll find an experimental subject first?"
…
In the next few days, every day, Dean used mental power to fill his system's ability, and then restored his mental power through meditation, and so on.
After nightfall.
He began to implement another plan, first going to 59 Elm Street to monitor Soviet spies.
Because I don’t understand Russian, I can only take a rough look.
But he discovered that the man disguised as a beautiful woman with a bald head and a walrus mustache often drove out of Hawkins to go elsewhere.
With Dean's driving skills, his driving and tracking would be 100% detected by spies.
He tried flying to track them several times, but they drove very fast and lasted longer than the fifty-minute limit of telekinesis. Dean was unable to find their final destination.
"This group of spies must have another base, somewhere outside Hawkins."
"I have to find out somehow."
After monitoring 59 Elm Street, Dean flew to the rooftop of Hawkins Laboratory and continued his observation.
…
A bright laboratory.
A little girl in hospital clothes sat on a chair connected to wires, with more than twenty small, crown-shaped electrodes attached to her scalp.
Opposite the chair was an iron circle wrapped around a dozen light bulbs.
"Remember, concentrate, find energy, and feel with your heart," the man in a white-haired suit encouraged her in her ear. The girl nodded, slightly tuck her chin, and stared straight at the circle of light bulbs opposite, her pupils constricted, The originally dull eyes gradually turned fierce, like an enraged wolf cub.
Then an amazing scene happened!
A circle of light bulbs on the opposite side suddenly lit up at the same time, emitting a dazzling yellow light.
As the expression on the girl's face changed slightly, the brightness of the light bulb also began to change, lighting up one after another and then extinguishing slowly.
It shined brightly, then quickly became dim like a candle that was about to be blown out by the wind.
"Go on! 11, give them some color and let them know how powerful you are!" The white-haired man fanned the flames.
The girl's expression began to twist, she gritted her teeth, and a trace of blood flowed out of her nose uncontrollably and flowed to her upper lip.
The invisible power is stretched to the extreme!
Crack!
There was a harsh and crisp sound, and more than a dozen light bulbs suddenly exploded. Crystal glass shards flew all over the sky, and fell to the ground like raindrops.
Dreamy and gorgeous.
"Good! I told you that you have magical power, all you lack is training." The white-haired man praised 11, looking at her as if he were looking at a peerless treasure. He then took out a white handkerchief to cover her chest, which was rising and falling and was about to collapse. The girl wiped away the nosebleed and handed over a candy as a reward. "Today's training results are up to standard. We will continue training tomorrow."
Next, the white-haired man sent 11 back to the dormitory.
In addition to the experiment of lighting up the light bulb, Dean also discovered that the white-haired man conducted several different experiments on 11.
One is the space sensing experiment.
11 Sit in a closed room, close your eyes, and through the wall, perceive all kinds of complicated information in another closed room ten meters away.
For example, numbers, letters, pictures on blackboards and white papers...11 can basically perceive success.
But the speed and distance of perception are far inferior to Dean's God's perspective.
The second type of experiment was a psychokinesis experiment. The white-haired man asked 11 to control objects such as balloons, books, and small metal objects to rise into the air, accelerate, hover, and then crush them in the air...
In Dean's opinion, the intensity and sophistication of the telekinesis displayed by 11 is not even as good as "Shadow of the Past".
The third experiment was conducted in a huge sphere filled with liquid that Dean was curious about before. 11 put on a white experimental vest that exposed his arms and calves, put on a diving helmet, and soaked in the liquid, just like a specimen. Suspended inside, eyes closed and motionless,
A few minutes later, she came out of the ball wet, crying loudly in fear, as if she had seen something terrible.
"What's going on? Are you lying in the water and dreaming?"
Because the observation time was too short, Dean didn't know what the liquid ball did and what abilities it corresponded to.
In short, after observing over the past few days, Dean determined that 11 has mastered at least two superpowers, one is telekinesis, and the other is perception-related telepathy, or the sixth sense.
"I remember members of Clayty's team mentioned that it is extremely rare for people with two kinds of superpowers to be able to master two kinds of superpowers. However, 11's abilities are not very strong, and his telekinesis and perception are not as good as mine. It is worthy of the white-haired man's team and the Sulian spy. A lot of trouble?"
Dean really couldn't figure it out.
By the way, Dean had overheard the name of the white-haired man, Dr. Martin Brenner, the leader of the experimental team.
Dr. Brenner is a PUA master, a workaholic, and a bit schizophrenic.
His tone and demeanor were amiable, and he repeatedly comforted 11 like a loving father in every experiment, saying that everything he did was for you, to protect you, for your good, and he shamelessly asked 11 to call him daddy.
But this father is obviously not his biological father, and he is very cruel. He repeatedly asks Eleven to cooperate with various boring, difficult or painful experiments every day. Once Eleven disobeys the order, he will immediately put him in a dark room and beg and cry.
And he continued to analyze the experimental data calmly.
Brenner's pua behavior would be considered child abuse according to American law.
…
Of course, the most pitiful one is 11.
Dean noticed something strange about her.
In every experiment, as long as this little girl activates her superpower, whether it is telekinesis or telekinesis, she will definitely have nosebleeds.
This means that she loses blood every day, which may be why she is stunted, pale and slender, with a tendency to have a big head and a small body.
But according to Dean's experience, normal use of telekinesis should not harm the body, so he came up with a guess.
"There is some kind of flaw in 11's super power, so every time he uses it, he will suffer a certain backlash?"
"Perhaps her superpower is not awakened normally?"
There is no answer yet.
Furthermore, 11 has been locked up in this prison-like laboratory for who knows how many years.
Usually there is no one else to communicate with except Brenner, so everyone is locked up stupidly. The lively nature of children is suppressed and turned into dull and taciturn. Most of the time, he stays quietly in the corner with a doll and curls up like a quail, occasionally talking. He also stuttered word after word.
The word 11 is most proficient in is his name eleven.
At the same time, she also had an "11" tattooed on her wrist, which reminded Dean of the numerical marks that veterinarians put on livestock before slaughter, and he also inferred more information from this——
"Does this mean that before the 11th, there were 10 similar experimental subjects in the Hawkins Laboratory? No. 1, No. 2...No. 9?"
"I haven't found any other experimental subjects these days."
"Are they dead, or did the Brenner team disperse and move them to laboratories outside Hawkins in order to avoid the punishment of the Supernatural Convergence Law?"
Dean can't think of an answer, but no matter what the situation is, 11 will end up miserable, not to mention there is a Soviet spy team operating in the dark.
In front of Dean's eyes, a helpless, bruised baby bird appeared in an iron cage.
There was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and then he shook his head.
"If you can help with a little effort, you can help. But if we want to rescue her now, we will definitely alert the two giants, Lao Mei and Su Lian."
The most critical point is that the ability currently displayed by 11 is very weak. It is of little use to Dean and does not trigger events for him. He cannot convince himself to show his mother's heart and take huge risks to save a dragster.
"Continue to observe, there must be other secrets hidden in this laboratory and 11."
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