Hawkins Police Department.
A one-story building with a star-and-striped flag outside, similar to a larger residential house, not grand at all.
Hope got out of the car and asked Dean to escort the two drunkards across the narrow corridor less than five meters from the front desk and into the police station lobby and office area. Black and white men in police uniforms were sitting on chairs and leisurely They sat in a daze and played poker, and the white people even raised their legs on the desk, which was so uncomfortable.
Dean was speechless. Are all the police in rural towns so idle?
"Tom, Nick, come here and greet these two bastards and make them sober." Hope handed the prisoner to the black and white people. "This time, they will be locked up for a week."
"Who is this handsome little 'detective'?" The operator at the front desk wearing thick spectacles took the cigarette butt out of Hope's mouth and threw it into the ashtray. She looked at Dean, who was wearing a big black trench coat, with a smile. "My face looks unfamiliar. Why don't you introduce me to everyone?"
"Paqui's nephew, a good young man with good skills." Hope handed Dean a cup of coffee and a donut, and then clapped his hands several times to attract everyone's attention. Well, Hawkins Police Department The total number of employees is less than ten.
"Boy, I have to stay in the Hawkins Library for a while in the next few days. Nick will be responsible for the bureau's affairs for the time being. If you don't have anything important to do, don't disturb me!"
"Dear Director, you're not asking for leave to pick up girls, are you?" The black man laughed and cursed,
"Are you jealous? If your tigress agrees, I will take you there too!"
Hope retorted, and then after drinking a cup of Flo coffee, he left the police station with Dean and rushed to the Hawkins Town Library.
Sitting at the entrance desk was a delicate-looking and petite administrator lady wearing glasses with anti-skid chains on her face.
"Hi, Marissa."
Hope took off his hat and nodded to the woman,
"Why are you here so early today? I don't get off work for a few hours, so you have to wait a while."
The woman holds her chin in her hands, her eyes full of love.
Hope's face stiffened when he heard this.
"I'm not here to date you today...I'm here to check some information."
A hint of resentment flashed behind the lenses of Marissa's glasses,
"Is there a time conflict between waiting for me in the library to make an appointment after get off work and looking up information in the library?"
"No conflict?" Hope said uncertainly in a cautious tone.
Marissa put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, "Well, smart Sheriff, can't you just say you're here to date me to make me happy?"
"..."
Dean couldn't help but take another look at Sheriff Hope. This guy has really low emotional intelligence.
The administrator lady finally lost her temper after complaining for a few words about the incomprehensible style.
"Do you have a newspaper here?" Hope asked, as if he was being amused.
"We have all the big newspapers like the New York Times and the Washington Post." Marissa led the two of them to the bookshelf in the corner and introduced, "We organize them by year and topic, and there are corresponding microfilms in the reading room."
"Okay, I want all the coverage from both newspapers within twenty years," Hope said.
"Aren't you busy? You still have time to read the newspaper."
Hope began to give orders in a fit of occupational sickness,
"What I'm doing is very important. Go find the newspaper!"
The woman moved her lips twice, tilted her head, and complaints overflowed from her eyes, but the police chief's unquestioning look made her swallow all her words.
Turn around and walk to another bookshelf to start working.
"You are serious, Hope," Dean couldn't help but admire, "Marissa is your date, not your subordinate."
"Stop talking nonsense. You are responsible for reading the "Washington Post" and I am responsible for the "New York Times." Hurry up and get to work." Hopla opened the drawer and took out a microfilm that looked like camera film and was only 10 centimeters long and wide, and put it on the On a device as bulky as a television, the front of the screen displays a variety of complicated information that can be clearly seen by the human eye after enlarging the microfilm.
Dean started reading based on Hope's operation, but selecting thousands of newspapers was boring and troublesome.
Several people cooperated and searched hard, but found nothing after two days of searching.
Dean would leave the library every night and continue to monitor Hawkins Laboratory and the Sulians.
On the morning of the third day, Dean returned to the library door and found Hope on the table on the right side by the blinds. His hair and facial skin were oily, his expression was tired, with light dark circles under his eyes, and he was sweating under his police uniform. The smell is strong.
"Watching it all night in the library? You're even better than me!" Dean suddenly had a deeper understanding of the police chief. He took out a burger and put it into his mouth thoughtfully.
"I said, I owe you five thousand dollars, and I will definitely help you find Terry!" Hope turned to look at Di'an, his bloodshot eyes filled with excitement, "I had a hunch last night that I would succeed soon, but it turned out As expected...ahem...read this newspaper first." Hope pointed at the screen in front of him,
Dean glanced at the large English title in the center of the screen - Mind Control Experiment Exposed.
"The Hawkins Laboratory recruited a large number of volunteers and conducted crazy mind control experiments. The physical and mental health of the subjects were greatly affected, and some even went insane. However, the laboratory refused to take responsibility."
"The actions of Hawkins Laboratory completely betrayed the trust of the American people..."
Dean's eyes narrowed, mind control experiment?
He thought about it carefully, wasn't what Martin Brenner in the silver-haired suit did to "11" the so-called PUA, mind control?
But this New York Times was published in May 1962, nearly twenty years ago. After such a long time, the experiment is still going on, but the number of experimenters has been reduced from a large number to "11" people?
There are also photos of several laboratory workers at the bottom of the newspaper, most of them wearing white coats.
The man standing in position C has neat short white hair, a black suit, a straight back, a rigid smile on his face, and a shrewd gaze like a businessman.
"Dr. Martin Brenner..." Hope read out the name of the white-haired man in the center, "the leader of the Hawkins Laboratory research team."
Dean nodded quietly,
"But I don't understand, what does this have to do with Terry?"
"Get ready... um... the main event is here," Hope swallowed half of the burger, with a bright light in his pupils, and pushed another microfilm under the observation mirror:
Dr. Martin Brenner was taken to court -
The eye-catching title caught Dean’s eye,
May 1972,
Senior researcher Dr. Martin Brenner and seven other researchers were involved in a special research project, but they hid the huge risks of the experiment... Brenner's team, together with the Department of Energy, went to the circuit court...
Hope continued to push the microfilm and pointed heavily with his fingers. A paragraph in the article stated:
In court, Terry Ives, a woman who participated in the Hawkins experimental project, made serious accusations against the research team led by Brenner, claiming that the research team falsified her abortion records and kidnapped her newborn daughter. Jane Ives" and conducted insane human experiments.
Below this description is a photo of a lady in her thirties who looks very intellectual and has long dark blond hair. She is wearing a fashionable shirt and women's suit pants, but she looks a little nervous and haggard.
…
Wadfa!
In an instant, a cool air rushed from the tailbone to Tianling Gaier!
Goosebumps visibly appeared on Dean’s neck——
Terry Ives, whom he was pursuing so hard, was actually related to the Hawkins Laboratory that he had been secretly monitoring.
And this woman not only participated in Hawkins Laboratory projects, she also sued the laboratory!
It takes no effort at all!
At this time, the system vibrates.
The progress of "Bloodline" jumped from 4% to 5%.
Dean took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and felt new doubts in his heart.
Why would his parents, Lena and Guangming, two ordinary people, be together with Terry, a participant in the Hawkins Laboratory project?
…
"This poor mother who took the laboratory to court is the Terry you're looking for, right?" Hope looked up and observed Dean's expression.
"Yes, that's her." Dean looked at the police chief. The police chief had a melancholy expression on his face, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He seemed to have remembered some past experiences and felt particularly sorry for this woman.
"Do you believe her accusation?" Dean asked,
"Of course, the Hawkins Laboratory has great wealth and a deep background. In the United States, powerful people, companies, and organizations can do all kinds of bad things." Hope leaned back on the chair and put his hands around the back of his neck.
"I didn't realize that our Chief Hope has such a sense of justice." Dean said sincerely, glancing at the administrator lady stretching at the front desk of the library, "Is it any wonder that he is so popular with women in the town?"
"Don't put your hat on me, let's get back to the topic. Terri Ives participated in the secret project of Hawkins Laboratory. Her identity is very sensitive, so her personal information is 100% stolen by the forces behind the laboratory. Strictly sealed." Hope said, "My old friend has only been able to find out any information about her for such a long time."
Dean nodded.
"So how do we find someone?"
"You're lucky." Hope replaced the last microfilm. The incomplete corner report contained only a brief explanation - Teri Ives's accusation was found to be invalid, and she was subsequently killed by her sister Bei due to mental disorder. Qi took her home and took care of her.
"We can't find Terri Ives, but we can start with her sister Betsy." Hope looked at Dean with bright eyes and shook a piece of paper, "And Betsy's address, I found it yesterday. I asked my friends to find out all night long. It's in the town next to Hawkins, and Terry most likely lives with her."
"Well done! Hope! I didn't lend you the five thousand dollars in vain!" Dean excitedly punched the Sheriff in the chest, "Without further ado, let's set off now!
Hope put on her cowboy hat and began to put the microfilms into the information cabinet again. Then she gave Dean a look and walked towards the library door.
"Where are you going? The information has been checked. Is my appointment ready?" Ms. Administrator held up her skirt and trotted after her. She gave Hope a hand. The resentment in her eyes was so thick that it made Dean, who was watching, sweat all over. uneasy. "I've helped you a lot, and you just slap your butt and leave?"
"Sorry, time is tight. I don't have time for a date today. I'll make it up to you next time." Hope just smiled apologetically, turned around and left without waiting for the woman to answer.
A real man.
Dean gave the Sheriff a thumbs up.
"Next time and next time, next time and next time," the woman complained frantically, "Go away, there will be no next time, I won't stay with you anymore."
But her suicidal remarks failed to restore the man's heart. Chevrolet and Bronco left one after another, leaving only a ruthless and cold figure behind her.
Fake squid!
The administrator lady raised her middle finger from a distance...
(End of chapter)
