At six o'clock in the morning, a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, and most people in Hawkins Town were still sleeping sweetly.
A lively and loud shout broke the silence of the two-story building.
"Dean, the sun is shining on your butt. Get up quickly. It's time for me to set off today!"
Jane opened the curtains of the bedroom, and a faint white light shone on the man on the bed.
"Get up, stop barking!"
Dean muttered and pulled back the quilt. He jumped out of bed and stretched. Then his eyelids twitched.
"Have you even changed your clothes?"
The little girl wears denim overalls like those of a farm milkmaid, and a dark denim jacket on her upper body. Her short ear-length hair is wavy and slightly curled in front of her forehead.
After more than a month of training, her prison-like roundness finally returned to normal.
Her young cheeks were a little rounder than before, and were now slightly red like chicken blood. Her bright black eyes were shining with excitement.
"Look!" Jane tilted her neck, and a calendar flew into Dean's arms. Dean flipped through it casually, and the calendar was filled with red circles from mid-August to early September.
"Half a month has passed, and you said you would take me to find my mother!" Jian's black eyes looked at him without blinking, for fear that he would say "NO".
"Of course, I would never lie to you." Dean waved his hand and took a large black trench coat from the coat rack next to the bed, "You go and call Hope first, let's have breakfast and then set off together! "
"Haha, it's time to go, let's go find mom!" Jian Mei shouted happily and waved her hand,
Chop chop chop!
Three crisp sounds.
A series of silver lights passed through the air.
The three sharp table knives floating behind her were shot at the three dart boards on the wall of Dean's bedroom, hitting the red hearts.
"Not bad, Jane, keep training."
"Ha ha!"
Jane used her mind to support her body and floated staggeringly to another bedroom.
"Hope, get up and make breakfast! Let's set off together today!"
…
After washing up, the three people ate breakfast of eggs, bacon bread, and milk cereal in the restaurant, and then packed several portions of hazelnut cake, bear biscuits and other desserts.
Hope changed into a suit, Dean's large black windbreaker, and Jane's children's denim pants.
The family group of a middle-aged father, a young son, and a young daughter, under the auspices of Dean, took several family portraits and individual photos with a camera.
The negatives are kept in the security department and will be developed when possible. It will be much easier to use the dark field of the mind to find Hope and Jane in the future.
Then, the three of them got into the Bronco and left Maple Street.
Jane, who left the forest during the day for the first time, looked through the car window at the flowers and trees shrouded in sunlight outside, and listened to the chirping of birds in the flowers and shrubs on both sides of the road. Her eyes were full of joy and she kept chattering.
"What is that square building?"
"Hawkins Library."
"What about where the music is played?"
"The cassette store."
"Where are the colorful places?"
"Flower shop!" Dean parked the car outside the flower shop, "Hope, go buy a bouquet of carnations."
"Don't you have any legs?" the sergeant complained. "For the sake of today being Jane's good day, I won't argue with you."
The big man got out of the car, took out his wallet, and walked to the flower shop.
"What is a carnation?" Jane asked curiously,
"A kind of flower."
"Why are you buying flowers?"
"As a daughter, when you meet your mother for the first time, shouldn't you give her a gift?" Dean observed Jane's face through the rearview mirror.
But the girl nodded thoughtfully.
After being imprisoned for nine years, she knew almost nothing about the world.
"What kind of person is my mother?" she asked longingly,
"Your mother's name is Terri Ives, a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. Like you, she also underwent transformation from Hawkins Laboratory, but -" Dean changed his words and decided to vaccinate Jane in advance. "She is not in good health now. Most of the time she sits in a chair and is in a daze, unable to communicate normally with others."
"Mom is not in good health?" Jane's breath was stagnant, her little hands clenched the corners of her clothes, and a trace of nervousness flashed across her face, "What's wrong with her?"
"She's sick...and very sick, so you have to be prepared."
Dean's tone was serious.
Jane turned pale.
…
Nine o'clock in the morning.
The lazy morning light shines through the gaps in the forest onto an old small villa with a red arched roof in the open space.
A white car drove through the tree-lined path and arrived in front of the villa.
The car door opens.
Dean handed the fragrant carnation to Jane, led the two of them to the door, showed a waiting look, and then quickly scanned it from the perspective of God to rule out surveillance and eavesdropping.
Knock gently.
A trace of eagerness flashed in Jane's eyes, and she tilted her head and was about to use her telekinesis to unlock the door.
Dean stopped him.
"Forgot what I said? Don't show your super powers in front of outsiders casually, otherwise someone will come to catch you!"
Jane nodded solemnly.
Knock on the door.
Soon there was a sound of footsteps in the house.
Then a tired middle-aged woman's face poked out through the crack of the chained door. She immediately saw the young and handsome face in front of the door belonging to Dean, who had left thousands of dollars before leaving some time ago. The generosity of the knife was still fresh in her mind, and she immediately beamed with joy.
"Dean, Sheriff Hope?"
"Yes, Ms. Betsy, it's us. I want to ask a question, have any other strange people come to you recently?"
"No."
"Then I have good news for you, can you come in and chat?"
"You are very welcome. You are here at the right time. I have just made breakfast." Betsy opened the door and led a few people to the sofa in the living room to sit down and served hot tea and snacks. "Who is this?"
Betsy's curious eyes wandered on the face of the immature girl holding a bouquet of flowers, and she felt that the little girl looked familiar.
"This is...Jane." Dean put the gift on the coffee table.
"Hello...Jane, Jane?" Betsy's voice choked and she frowned. This name was too familiar.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just think it's too coincidental, too coincidental."
"This is no coincidence...this is the good news I want to say," Hope stared into Betsy's eyes and said, "Jane is your sister Teri Ives's daughter, so I took her to see her mother today."
"I want to see my mother." Jane spoke smoothly, with a strong and high-spirited look, and her eyes were nervous and full of longing.
"This is impossible!" Betsy shook her head in disbelief, "Terry's daughter has had a miscarriage!"
"It wasn't a miscarriage, but she was taken away by the Hawkins Laboratory to study super powers." Dean explained, "I rescued her, and I brought her to meet her relatives!"
"Jane, show her some hands." Hope touched the little girl's head, and the latter glanced at the cup on the coffee table that was filled with the aroma of tea and steam.
The teacup rose into the air and slowly floated in front of Betsy. The steam made her eyes blur for a moment.
He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning,
"Oh, God!"
…
Facts are always more convincing than words.
Betsy accepted the trio's story almost immediately.
Dean once again introduced Jane's origins and the relationship between Terry and his parents in detail while the iron was still hot.
Betsy gritted her teeth after hearing this.
"The scientific madman from Hawkins kidnapped Terry's child Jane, locked her up for nine years, and developed super powers?"
"These bastards broke up my sister's family and slandered my sister!"
"Poor child, let your aunt take a good look at it. You haven't had a mother to love you since you were a child...have you suffered a lot?" Betsy rubbed Jane's little head, but when she thought of the super power she just showed, she retracted like an electric shock. hand.
"No grievance," Jane glanced at Dean and Hope, "They are very good to me."
"Okay then, come with me here, Terry is watching TV..."
…
In the living room, the sunlight through the window illuminates the haggard woman sitting on the rocking chair.
Terri was still wearing the pajamas and knitted shawl she had when Dean last saw her, talking to herself in front of the cartoons on the TV: "Rainbow, 450, breath, sunflower, turn right three times, turn left four times, red…"
She spoke trivial words that were difficult to understand, and turned a blind eye to the three people who came.
"Mom?" Jane slowly leaned towards her and asked softly, "Mom, can you hear me?"
There was no response. The woman stared at the TV and spoke incomprehensible words to herself.
Dean and Hope looked at each other at the door and smiled bitterly.
Jane walked to the rocking chair and knelt down, handed the flowers to the woman's arms, and looked at Terry's face full of suffering and torture with age spots.
Every inch of skin on Jian Qingse's face was trembling.
It was obviously the first time they met, but the bond of blood made her feel deeply sad.
This is my mother, the mother I have never seen before.
How could she become like this?
With a sore nose, Jane grabbed the woman's skinny right wrist, moving gently as if she was worried about breaking the porcelain.
"Mom, it's me, Jane, I'm here, don't you recognize me?"
Finally, the woman's eyes moved from the TV back to her eyes.
The pair of dry, cloudy eyes blinked, and the face that looked like a terminal illness moved slightly. She stared at the daughter she had not seen for several years, and emphasized her tone,
"Breathe, sunflower, red, rainbow, 450..."
"Breathe, sunflower, red, rainbow, 450..."
"Mom, what's wrong with him?" Jane turned to look at the three of them, tears lingering in the corners of her eyes, confused, helpless and sad.
Betsy covered her mouth sadly.
"It's all the fault of Hawkins Laboratory." The Sheriff said,
"In 1978, Terry broke into the laboratory and tried to rescue you, but failed." Dean explained with a sigh. "The director of the laboratory, Dr. Martin Brenner, asked the laboratory security personnel to make her Such a miserable look."
Jane's body trembled visibly, "Dad killed mom?"
Dean nodded.
Although this fact is cruel, Jane still has special feelings for Martin, who has been with her for several years, as a father.
But Jane has to face reality sooner or later, so it's better to know the truth now.
Additionally, Martin imprisoned Lena and Light for several years and was Dean's enemy.
Dean wants Jane to stand on the same side as him.
…
"Can mother return to normal?" Jane asked in a low voice,
"Maybe it won't get better?" Betsy walked up to her, gently held her in her arms, and gently stroked her hair. "The doctors said she couldn't get better, but she won't have any pain."
"She's just trapped, trapped in a dream, an endless dream."
Betsy described it this way.
"Is this a sweet dream?" Jane asked, looking at her mother's face.
"I hope so." Betsy sighed.
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence.
Only Terry kept repeating a few words.
"Wait, is Terry trying to tell us something?" Dean crossed his arms and walked around the room a few times, "Breathe, sunflower, turn left three times, turn right four times, red, rainbow, 450...yes Doesn’t it have any special meaning?”
"Tell us? You mean she knows we brought our daughter?" Betsy let go of Jane's shoulders and walked to her sister, looked at her face, and shook her head, "I don't think it's possible, she usually does it occasionally Repeating meaningless words like this."
"No, there are special circumstances!"
Dean's expression changed. After entering the room, he had been observing the structure of the entire house from a God's perspective. Just now, the lights in the corridor of the room suddenly began to flicker unsteadily.
"Follow me, three of you."
Jane wiped away her tears, Hope and Betsy looked at each other, and followed Dean out of the room. As soon as they entered the hallway, they saw a light with a yellow lampshade on the wall flickering on and off.
"This is normal," Betsy shook her head and explained. "The circuits in the old house are seriously aging, and sometimes the lights and power outages will suddenly turn off at night."
"This is 100% not a problem with the circuit." Dean followed a row of light bulbs that lit up sequentially and changed light and dark in an orderly manner, and walked along the winding and narrow corridor. The light seemed to guide them in this way.
As a result, after the three of them followed the changing lights and turned around, they actually returned to the starting point, the room where Terry was.
In the room, a large signal snowflake appeared on the TV that was originally working normally.
Terry's old and dull face had shocking nosebleeds.
Betsy was surprised and confused, "So, what problem do you see?"
Jane lowered her head and wiped her mother's nosebleed thoughtfully.
Dean's brain was running at high speed - he thought of a similar situation. Before Jane learned the Red Dragon Meditation, she would have a nosebleed every time she used her superpower.
Terry is her biological mother and may have the same problem.
So Terry is using superpowers now?
Dean said in a deep voice,
"I understand, Terry deliberately controlled the flashing of the lights to tell us...she knew we were here and she wanted to 'talk'."
Becky said in surprise, "Teri is just an ordinary person, how can she control the lights? Before she became like this, I had never seen her use any superpowers. She had never used any superpowers like Jane did before. thing."
Jane looked thoughtfully into her mother's eyes.
Hope rubbed her chin.
And Dean smiled,
"Betsy, the superpower Jane inherited from Terry is not just the telekinesis to retrieve objects from across the air -"
"I don't know what you mean," said Betsy.
Dean turned to the little girl,
"Jane, I think your mother also has the ability to have dark areas in her mind."
"She knows that in her current state, she cannot communicate with us through speaking, writing, or body movements."
"So she's prompting us to use the dark areas of our minds to communicate."
Jane's eyes lit up...
Hope had to give Dean a thumbs up in admiration.
"Young people have better brains."
…
Next, Betsy, who was a little confused, found a pair of blindfolds for Jane.
Jane put on the blindfold and sat cross-legged on the red carpet, less than half a meter away from Terry and entered the dark space of her mind.
…
The lights in the room began to change in brightness again, exactly a quarter of an hour later.
A few drops of nosebleed flowed down her nose. Jane took off her blindfold and took a deep breath. Her eyes were filled with sadness and shock, as if she had received a huge shock.
"Breathe, sunflowers, three left turns, four right turns, rainbow, 450... I've seen them all, I know what mom means!"
"Don't get excited, Jane, we're with you."
Dean and Hope hugged the little girl on the left and right, and Betsy looked at them with complexity and envy.
"I saw a picture of the past." Jane said,
"Every word in my mother's mouth represents an experience in her past."
"Breathe... Mom was sent to the hospital with a big belly... And Betsy, you stayed with her, you asked her to breathe hard, breathe..."
Betsy recalled, then nodded.
"Sunflowers... My father, Martin Brenner, took me out of my mother's belly when I was still a baby, leaving only a pot of sunflowers for my mother." Jane sobbed in the arms of the two of them, and reached out to hold her. Terry's hand, "They left mom alone."
"Turn left three times, turn right four times... In 1978, my mother used this method to turn the safe, take out the pistol and explosives, shoot a security guard, and break into Hawkins Laboratory."
"Red..." Jane paused and looked at Dean, "Mom found Lena and Guangming locked up in a red room in the laboratory building. She shot the door lock with a gun and released the two. "
Dean's eyes began to glow, which was more than the information he asked from the mouth of the bald researcher ghost,
"Then what?"
"Rainbow... Mom followed Lena and Guangming and ran into a room with a rainbow painted on the outside. I was sitting in the room with another dark-skinned little girl."
"Lena and Guangming rushed into the rainbow room and picked up the dark-skinned little girl, while my mother picked me up, and they ran away in two groups."
"450..." Jane paused, with a trace of fear and anger flashing in her eyes, "Mom failed, the people in the laboratory took me away, and then locked my mother in an operating room, tied her to the operating table, and used The electric current shocked her temples, and I saw Dad, he was giving orders, Dad said 450, and a few bastards increased the electric current to torture Mom!"
"Dean, you are right," Jane's childish tone had a hint of gritted teeth, "it was daddy who made mommy look like this!"
"God!" Betsy's face turned pale in horror. She couldn't imagine that her sister had been treated so horribly in the past. Her eyes turned red and she hugged Terry from behind.
…
"Next, did you see where Lena, the light, and the dark-skinned little girl went?" Dean asked. There is no doubt that this dark-skinned little girl is the one he has been looking for who has the power to create illusions. , Experimental Subject No. 8 Carly!
"Sorry, Dean, it's gone after that. These scenes keep repeating. I can't see them anymore."
The room was quiet for a while, with only the sound of Jane's trembling gasps. She seemed to still be trapped in the unwillingness and pain she had just felt from her mother's thoughts.
"A scene that keeps repeating? So, Terry is trapped in this recurring dream and can't get out?" Hope interjected,
"Well, I can still feel that my mother wants me to find this dark-skinned girl who escaped!" Jane looked around at several people, "But I need at least one photo of her!"
Dean rubbed his chin in distress. He had been searching in Hawkins Town for half a month and found nothing.
"Wait, a dark-skinned little girl? I remember it appeared in Terry's collection of information, please wait a moment." Betsy seemed to have remembered something, and excitedly walked to a drawer in a certain room and rummaged for a while. Son, he dug out a pile of old newspapers wrapped in folders and handed them to Jane.
Dean leaned over her shoulder to take a look, and the eye-catching headline came into view - 11 children missing in Indiana.
It is filled with photos of various young children, boys and girls, the oldest being less than ten years old.
"Are these all experimental subjects kidnapped by Hawkins Laboratory?" Hope asked,
Betsy shook her head and said she didn't know.
Jane quickly pulled out a newspaper from the pile of newspapers with a black-and-white headshot in the upper right corner. In the photo was a dark-skinned girl with braids.
Dean recalled it in his mind. The appearance was very similar to No. 8 described by researcher Ghost.
"Is it her?" Dean asked, "The other girl in the rainbow room, number 8, Carly?"
"Well," Jane nodded, "I want to find this sister!"
Immediately, Dean felt his system shake,
The progress of Bloodline has been increased to 16%.
Jane hugged the photo tightly, put on a blindfold, sat on the ground and entered the dark zone of her mind to track the whereabouts of No. 8.
This time she withdrew in just two minutes. Her face was tired and pale, but her eyes were shining with excitement like small light bulbs.
"I found her! She's in Indiana!"
"Jane, it's almost noon. Let's put Carly's things aside and have a meal together... I just bought beef from the supermarket yesterday and am going to stew it." Betsy looked at the girl, "We haven't seen each other for so many years, you have to Stay with Terry."
(End of chapter)
