Eleven o'clock at night.
Dean returned to Hope's ancestral home in the forest and threw 11 into the bedroom to lie on the bed.
Under the light, a surprisingly large hospital gown was put on her small body. Her arms, legs, and face were covered in white ash from the explosion.
She's like a dirty stray cat.
The anesthetic effect has not worn off yet, and this "cat cub" is still sleeping.
"It's so depraved that I actually kidnapped a little girl."
Dean mockingly touched the short, round hair on the girl's head. It felt good, and wiped her face with a wet towel. Then he went to the bathroom to wash up, get rid of any evidence of possible future troubles on his body, and eliminate the problem. Mimicry restores its original appearance.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking back at the records from God’s perspective, reviewing today’s action——
He lurked in the lumberyard, attacked and killed two carloads of soldiers heading to Hawkins Town on the road, and sabotaged surveillance, killed, and framed others in the laboratory building, leaving many loopholes.
But according to common sense, the relationship between the Surians and Martin Brenner's team was already on fire.
In a short period of time, efforts will inevitably be intensified to crack down on the other party's spies. It is difficult for information to flow between the two parties. The probability of clarifying this misunderstanding and discovering a third party is very low.
At least the last month or so should be safe.
By the time they found out, he should have completed the incident long ago, found the whereabouts of Lena and Guangming, and left the town.
Dean smiled tiredly. The recent patient waiting and arrangements were not in vain. He, the third party, silently harvested the fruits of victory.
Unfortunately, the plan was not entirely successful and one of the two targets, Dr. Martin Brenner, escaped into the safe house.
But things can't always go as planned.
Dean sat cross-legged on the ground, put his mental energy into the system, and checked his body information:
Dean Lu
Character level: 5 (30/700)
Age: 19
Physical fitness: 16.1
Strength: 14.2→14.7
Sensitivity: 15.5
Perception: 15.2
Spirit: 18.1→18.6
Will: 15.2→15.7
Ability: 6/6
Fighting lv3 (65→90/400)
Shooting lv3 (195→330/400),
Shadow of the Past lv2 (30→50/300)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (230→240/300)
Mimic lv1(147→163/200)
fantasy space lv0
Expertise:
Intermediate Ironman
Paranormal Hunter
System capabilities:
God's Perspective lv4: Observe within 50 meters
Limbo shuttle lv0 (charging progress: 39/100)
Event 2/2:
Bloodline: 7%
Caged Bird: Thirty percent
…
"Well, if we hide 11 for another month, the incident will be completed."
A pleased smile appeared on Dean's lips.
Tonight's operation was really fruitful. He gained 1.5 attributes just by relying on the Supernatural Hunter specialty. If he works hard and trains hard, all his attributes can exceed 15 points.
In addition, the proficiency gained in fighting, shooting, etc. adds up to close to 200 points, which is equivalent to several months of daily training.
Most importantly, he gained a deeper understanding of small armies and human superpowers.
If a small force of more than a dozen people didn't make targeted arrangements for him in advance, they would only be able to be manipulated by him.
As for human superpowers, there is a huge gap in strength and weakness. There are flame controllers who master fireballs with huge power but a terrible hit rate, and there are people with special strength who are unable to use their abilities even before they die, but there are also people who die silently. The shadow manipulator who restrained him and made him completely unable to resist.
Recalling the feeling of being locked in place and being manipulated, Dean felt a lingering fear.
This reminded him strongly.
The battle between superpowers is unpredictable, and the outcome may be reversed in a second. Don't take it lightly!
You have to do your best from the beginning!
"What exactly is Sena's perverted control ability?" Dean thought longingly, "I hope that after completing 'Caged Bird', this ability will also appear in the reward list!"
…
On the other side, a dark bedroom.
"let me out!"
"Don't summon it, I don't want to summon it."
The humming turned into an exclamation. The sleeping little girl suddenly sat up from the bed, her face was covered with sweat, and her eyes blinked in panic.
She turned her little head and looked around.
This is a simple room, with nothing else except a bed with a blue blanket underneath, a bedside table, and a pair of tables and chairs.
The light in the room was much gentler than the dormitory she remembered. It was not as dazzling as in a laboratory, nor was it in a small dark room or sensory deprivation tank, which was so dark that it scared her.
She noticed a pair of white velvet towels hanging on the wall to her right, covering a square wooden frame.
"What's this?"
She muttered in confusion.
"This is a curtain. There are no windows in Hawkins Laboratory, so it's normal that you haven't seen it." A tall young man opened the door and walked into her sight from the shadows, handing her a glass of orange juice.
He had a gentle smile on his face.
But a strange adult who has never been seen before is a monster to a child who has been domesticated in isolation since childhood. 11 moved his butt back against the bed, clung to the headboard, hugged his knees, and asked timidly ,
"Who are you...where is daddy?"
Dean touched his face, am I that scary?
"Don't be nervous, 11, I won't hurt you. You can call me Dean. I will be your best friend for a while. As for Martin Brenner, he is not here." Dean put the juice on the bedside and sat down Beside the bed, he looked at her with a smile.
According to the requirements of the incident, he had to spend some time with this little girl. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his true face and identity would be revealed.
It's better to be sincere and gain her trust from the beginning.
"Dean, future best friend?" 11 tilted her head. She couldn't understand the meaning of these two words at all. There were a lot of questions in her mind, and she stammered, "Dad...isn't here. But he...has always been At home, I never...left. So, this is not home?"
"You consider that place your home? Then you are no longer at home. I took you out and brought you to the outside world." Dean walked to the window with 11's horrified eyes.
The curtains opened with a crash.
The disc-shaped full moon hangs in the dark sky, and its bright white light falls into the distance, where an undulating sea of grass surges with green waves.
On a nearby maple tree with lush foliage, the tender green leaves were like waving little hands, greeting her warmly.
In the warm summer breeze, cicadas sang cheerful nocturnes.
11 has been locked in a laboratory since he was born. For nine years, he has never seen the outside world in his limited memory.
At this sight, I was shocked by the night world I had never seen before, and my brain was like exploding. I sat on the bed with my mouth wide open, looking out the window dreamily.
It turns out this is the outside world.
After a long time, she couldn't help but jump out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with her bare feet, looked up at the disk in the sky, and stretched out her white, slender hands toward it, as if to catch it in her palm. .
"Is this the moon?"
she asked, with a hint of joy and liveliness in her originally weak tone.
Dean nodded, grabbed a bunch of candies from the void with his right hand, spread them out by the window sill, then peeled off a piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth.
It tastes very sweet when chewed.
"Do you like Hawkins Lab, oh no, do you like 'home', or this way?"
11 turned to look at him, then turned around and stared out the window, pursed his lips and said nothing. He couldn't get enough of it.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Dean narrowed his eyes and said deliberately to scare,
"If you are homesick, I will send you back to the laboratory immediately and reunite you with your father."
"No! I don't want to go back! I don't want to see my father!" The little girl nervously pulled on the glass window. That decisive movement made it look like I would jump out if you didn't agree.
"Don't jump, come down first. Since you like this place, I won't force you to leave." Dean nodded with satisfaction, opened another peach-flavored POLO candy, and chewed it in front of the girl. Getting up, the girl swallowed eagerly and heard Dean say again,
"But do you know, 11, your father and other people in the laboratory are looking for you all over the world. They want to take you back to the laboratory and put you in a dark room again, forcing you to cooperate with various horrific experiments every day. .”
"Such as getting into a round water tank and finding monsters." Dean said, remembering the experiments he observed a few days ago.
11's eyes stagnated for a moment, and he thought of the terrible experiences of the past many years. His face began to turn pale, and his lips lost color. Then he raised his head and stared at Dean stubbornly with a hint of pleading.
"I'm not going back!"
"Then you have to cooperate with me well, otherwise I won't be able to help you." Dean said in a stern tone, and vaccinated her in advance.
"Cooperate?"
"Don't understand? It means you have to listen to what I say. From now on, give..." Dean handed her a cream chocolate and "eat it."
11 Looked at him, then at the candy wrapped in cartoons in the palm of his hand, took a deep breath, made great determination, peeled off the paper and swallowed it like medicine.
Crispy on the outside and sweet on the inside.
The delicious food far surpassed the candies rewarded by dad, making Eleven's eyes narrow into crescent moons, and the tension and fear disappeared.
There is no child who doesn't like candy.
If one is not enough, get a few more.
Dean took the opportunity to reach out and touch her soft round head, handed over the glass of juice, and watched her slump contentedly by the window sill after drinking it all.
"Good, this is a good start," Dean closed the curtains and stretched out his hand to her, "Follow me, your clothes are all dirty, you need to take a shower and change... you are a healthy child, Stop wearing weird hospital gowns all the time.”
Candy brings a little trust.
11 grabbed his big hand with her little hand and jumped off the window sill. She went out to the corner bathroom on the second floor. Dean adjusted the hot water for her, left her in the bathroom, and then closed the door.
She pushed the door open violently, her eyes full of worry, like a kitten afraid of being abandoned.
"You don't want to close it?"
"NO."
"Then leave a gap."
…
Dean looked at the steam rising in the bathroom and placed a set of children's clothes prepared in advance outside the half-open door.
He rubbed his temples tiredly.
Children are difficult to maintain.
In particular, this child suffered from a certain degree of claustrophobia and social disorder due to past experiences.
There are big psychological problems.
…
"11 has just arrived in a new place and needs a few days to adapt. I won't talk to her about complicated topics like Terry today so as not to irritate her. I'll find another opportunity in a few days. Anyway, I have plenty of time."
With this in mind, Dean walked to the kitchen and heated up a can of chickpeas, fried some slices of bacon, and some poached eggs.
…
in the hall.
The hands of the wall clock pointed to half past three in the morning.
The little girl with a completely new look opened her hands and turned around to look at her new outfit, her eyes shining with novelty and anxiety.
Dean had burned her previous large patient gown, and she put on a pair of denim overalls and a red T-shirt.
Because Dean was worried about being found out, she specially bought men's clothes, which gave her a little more boyishness.
After taking a bath, her dusty little face returned to white, and she looked much more delicate and cute. However, the child's facial features were not very beautiful or delicate, they were just average. .
"That's right, 11, now you are almost like normal kids outside." Dean encouraged,
Eleven's eyebrows arched, and a hint of joy flashed across his face.
Dean led her to the dining table again and pushed over a plate of chickpeas, eggs and bacon. The little girl devoured it without any hesitation. She ate very anxiously and started to get started, as if she had never been full. Just like the little refugees who lived.
Dean didn't know how terrible the food that guy Martin used to prepare for her was. It couldn't be all pills, right?
"Does it taste good?" Dean wiped the residue on her face with a tissue.
"Well...well...well."
"Eat and take a rest early. We'll have a nice chat in a few hours. If you behave well, I'll take you out for a walk."
"Can I go out? Really, Dean?" 11 put down the spoon and raised his head in surprise, with half of the bacon still in his mouth.
Dean looked into her expectant eyes, hooked his little finger with hers and pulled.
"I'm definitely not as full of lies as your father. I keep my word. As long as you cooperate with me and hide yourself well so that no one else finds out, I will take you out every night."
The woods were deserted anyway.
At this time, there was a loud noise outside the window.
Dean looked through the dining room window and saw two beams of light shining through the darkness onto the wooden guardrail. A Chevrolet was driving through the woodland towards the house.
"Don't worry 11, that's when my friend is back and he will like you."
Dean comforted the little girl who became nervous again, pushed the door open and walked into the yard.
Hope, who looked tired and worried, got out of the car. He saw Dean with a smile on his face, but angrily pulled out the pistol in his waist and aimed it at him.
"You deliberately delayed me and promised to sneak into the laboratory with me only the day after tomorrow. As a result, the Hawkins Laboratory was attacked tonight, causing numerous casualties. You have known about this situation for a long time, right! Are you one of the intruders?"
"Put the gun down, man, it's not what you think...the answer is inside, come on in and take a look!"
Dean's face straightened up and he hooked his hand.
Hope put away the gun and subconsciously followed him into the ancestral house, and then——
"What a joke!"
"Jesus!"
"You, your Fa Ke team broke into the laboratory and rescued Jane?"
Under the soft light of the dining table,
The police sergeant with his mouth wide open and the tomboy holding the plate with his mouth full of oil stared at each other in a daze.
(End of chapter)
