On the morning of September 10th, Dean said goodbye to the reluctant Catherine, spent a thousand dollars to purchase some ammunition from Paqui's outdoor store to fill the magazine, and then drove the Bronco north and left Hawkins Town. .
It has entered autumn, and the residual heat of summer has not completely dissipated, but the temperature in north-central Indiana has begun to drop significantly, and the wind coming through the windows of the speeding cars is extremely cold.
However, Dean's physical fitness was far from ordinary. He was enjoying the cold wind, listening to country music, chewing chocolate hard candies, and driving the car, with the information he learned flashing through his mind.
West Lafayette is located north of Polis, the capital of Indiana. It is not too far away from the town of Hawkins and can be easily reached by driving in half a day.
This small city covers an area of only 14.3 square kilometers, which is the size of a small town. However, it has the famous Purdue University and Purdue Research Park, so it has been injected with vigorous vitality and vitality.
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Dean's journey went very smoothly, and he did not encounter any bloody road homicides along the way. At 2:30 in the afternoon, he drove into the area where Purdue University is located.
This place is like a later university town, but more open. On both sides of the wide and flat roads, there are many small-scale college-style low-rise buildings. The red wall spiers and the yellow oak trees outside the buildings are really eye-catching.
In early September, not long after Purdue University started school, many parents who sent their children to report could still be seen on the roadside taking pictures among the exquisite buildings.
Dean stopped the car outside the school gate, came to a mobile hot dog cart, and bought a few hot dogs to satisfy his hunger. Opposite him, young students kept coming in and out of the gate built with white stone piers and black vaults. .
The students are dressed very fashionably, with denim paired with lapel linings, sexy vests and leather jackets, loose jeans and striped shirts, shoulder-padded coats and fluffy hairstyles... the strong atmosphere of the times is overwhelming.
Dean seemed a bit younger.
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But this trip was not for tourism. He opened his "big mouth" and swallowed the last hot dog. He patted the food residue from his hands and took out the newspaper with the childhood photo of Carly No. 8 and read it over and over again. After several times, I firmly remembered her thin and dark image, put on my sunglasses, closed my eyes, and entered the dark space of my mind again.
The flowing darkness squeezed out the light, and Dean returned to the familiar dark space.
A faint white light stretched in front of him not far away, and two figures stood side by side.
"To the west, it's not far away."
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To the west of Purdue University, outside a maze-like alley, there are clusters of green tulip trees.
A sturdy middle-aged black man wearing a jacket was whispering to a fat Indian girl in black leather jacket and leather pants with slanted punk hair.
One of them is tall and rude, the other is short and dressed strangely, like a combination of a wild boar and a fox.
"Carly, how long do we have to wait before we take action?" The big black man patted his thick chest and said in a deep voice, "As I say, you can just use your abilities to create a group of anti-terrorism troops and scare the shit out of those bastards, and then I Rush in and rescue Mick... Don't worry, no one will be hurt if I'm in front."
"This road won't work. There are too many people, and my ability is limited. I can't affect everyone's vision. When someone finds something is wrong, they will definitely use a gun... Fang Flash... You are very strong, but you are not made of steel. , even if you get shot a few times, you still have to go see God,”
Carly persuaded softly,
"We'd better wait for an opportunity. When they go back to the abandoned factory club to give bulk goods to college students, we can sneak in and rescue Mick, and rob them of all their money."
"With money, we can leave Indiana and go to Illinois to be happy."
"Who knows how long it will take for them to get the goods next time?" The strong black man gasped through his nose, his eyes red with pain, "How much torture will Mick suffer in such a long time?"
"Be patient, man, when our team grows and grows, we will pay back the pain they inflicted on Mick tenfold and a hundredfold." Carly's eyes showed a fierceness that was not for her age, and her childish and hoarse voice emanated. With a coldness like a knife, "If you hurt our comrades, you must pay the price with blood!"
After saying harsh words.
Carly's eyes suddenly turned to the other side of the road. An Asian man wearing a black trench coat was waving to them. Under his short black hair, there was a trace of unconcealed joy on his heroic face, and his eyes were frighteningly bright. His eyes looked directly at the two of them.
"Hey, Carly?!"
He shouted and strode forward, his broad shoulders swaying slightly with his steps, and the fine outlines of his muscles revealed in his khaki T-shirt.
"Xie Te!" Carly felt a great pressure and a faint sense of familiarity, "Fang Shan, do you know this Asian?"
The big black man tilted his head in confusion and pinched his thick knuckles, "I don't know, he seems to be walking towards us. Is he an accomplice of that group of bastards?"
After hearing this, Carly took a deep breath, looked at the Asian man and gently twirled her fingers. Her brain was running wildly, and she weaved an imaginary scene in which a heavy-duty truck pulling twenty tons of cargo rumbled across the road and stopped in front of the man.
Having repeated the act of release countless times, she became familiar with it. In less than half a second, Carly put the weaved scene into the eyes of the Asian man.
But then she was stunned.
The man who was walking quickly across the road turned his head and glanced at the "Phantom Truck", then turned back and ran towards them without changing his expression.
Faster pace.
Completely ignoring the influence of the illusion.
"Fake! Something's wrong, Fang Shan, this guy is not hit, he is not an ordinary person! Run!" Carly couldn't help but take a few steps back. This was the first time she encountered superpowers since escaping from Hawkins Laboratory. Failure situation, caught off guard.
"You run first, I'll stop you!" The big black guy stared at the Asian man with eyes like bells.
He wants to knock away and crush the obstacles blocking his way, and risk everything to protect his companions behind him!
Tatata!
Fang Shan's footsteps made the road tremble slightly, and the fat and muscles under his clothes swayed layer by layer. He rushed out half of the road in one breath like an angry wild boar, until he was half a head shorter than himself, with a waistline The Asian man, who was only half his size, stretched out his hand and pushed!
boom!
The two figures collided hard.
The Asian man paused for a moment, then continued forward.
Fang Shan felt like he had hit a high-speed train, his vision went dark, and his huge body was knocked backwards for five meters before sitting on the ground.
Plop!
Dust everywhere.
There was severe pain like a crack in his buttocks, and his whole body felt sore and weak as if he was falling apart. He couldn't get up for a while.
The Asian man's steps were so fast that he almost dragged out the afterimage. In one breath, he caught up with Carly, who was running away on short legs, and reached out to grab her shoulders.
"Carly, stop, I'm not hostile."
"Let go! Don't touch me!"
Angry and frightened, Carly took out an M1911 from her tattered leather jacket, turned around and pointed the gun at the man's head.
Then her eyes blurred. She didn't know what happened, but her gun suddenly came into the man's hand - click, click...
The man danced with his hands and fingers in a dizzying manner.
In two seconds, with a series of harsh metal friction sounds, M1911 disintegrated into a pile of fine parts and fell at Carly's feet.
Gulu.
Carly was stunned and raised her hands obediently.
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Not long after, on a remote green lawn.
The black man and the Indian girl squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Let Dean look at it.
Carly has transformed from the young girl in the newspaper photos into a teenager. She has a long face, thin lips, and big eyes. Her appearance and temperament are much more mature than Jane's. Her eye shadow and slanted punk hair make her a little more mature than an ordinary girl. She has a rebellious air, but she looks like Jane. She has characteristics but is not beautiful.
"Relax, you two. If I wanted to hurt you, you would already be lying in the coffin. I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Sir, shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone a question?" Carly looked up at him and moved her feet like a duck closer to the big man next to her, as if seeking shelter.
"I am Dean, a private detective from Hawkins. I know that you were imprisoned in the Hawkins laboratory for human experiments for a long time. You were harmed and left with countless painful memories. You also have the superpower to create illusions. But in 1978, you escaped from the laboratory. If I guessed correctly, you had the number 008 branded on your wrist." Dean said,
Carly pulled her sleeves to further cover her wrists, "I've never heard of any laboratory."
"Man, you got the wrong person." The black man blocked the girl like a protector, his eyes dark as water, "Carly escaped from the orphanage."
"Don't rush to deny it, listen to me." Dean shook his head and stared into the girl's eyes. "I also know that the couple who helped you escape from the laboratory were named Lena and Guangming."
Carly's pupils shrank when she heard this, and surprise flashed across her face, "I don't understand what you mean."
"To be honest, they are my parents who have been missing for a long time. I have been searching hard but there are no clues." Dean said with a hint of sincerity in his tone, "But if you escaped from the laboratory with them, you must know something, right? ? Please tell me everything."
Carly frowned and looked at Dean's face carefully with heavily shadowed eyes, gradually showing surprise and hesitation. This face was indeed similar to Uncle Guangming, who had brought her to escape from birth, but he was much more handsome. .
But in the past three years, she has been living on the streets and has seen all the ugliness in the world. She will never trust anyone easily. "Unfortunately, I can't help you. I have no impression of these two names."
Dean smiled nonchalantly and changed the subject, "So do you know No. 11? You were trained together in Hawkins Laboratory when you were children, living in a room with rainbows painted on the walls... She mastered telekinesis and the sixth sense. "
Carly's eyes were dazed for a moment, and a warm look of memory flashed across her dark face. The big black man opened his mouth slightly like a stuffed bear when he saw this. He had never seen such an expression on his companion.
"No. 11 is your good sister, right?" Dean said, "I have rescued her from the laboratory and moved her to another safe place. She has lived an ordinary life. But she has always missed you, thinking You are destined to be together, and you have repeatedly told me to take you back. If you are willing, we can set off right away."
"The life of ordinary people?" Carly seemed to be stimulated. She turned her head and sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on her face. "How is it possible? Normal children can play, read, and go to school with their peers, and can display and develop to their heart's content. Her own talents and specialties. But is that okay with No. 11? Do you allow her to show off her superpowers at will?"
Dean was very happy when faced with the question, "It seems that you have not lived well in the past three years after escaping. You should also understand that you cannot completely become like normal people. Because supernatural power will bring all kinds of conveniences , can also bring trouble. It’s both a gift and a curse.”
Both a gift and a curse?
Carly looked at the green grass and nodded.
Dean continued, "No. 11 will develop her abilities reasonably under our arrangement, learn how to hide her abilities and use them, and enjoy a warm family life with her mother Terry."
Dean looked at Carly's increasingly facial expression and asked,
"Do you want to reunite with your parents?"
"Parents?" Carly clenched her fists, her expression became subtle, her eyes looked blankly in the air, there was neither joy nor hatred, only coldness and strangeness, "From the time they sold me to Martin Brenner, I We have nothing to do with them anymore!”
"Sorry, I didn't know there was such an inside story."
"It's not too late to know now." Carly changed the subject, "If you really rescued Eleven and put her out of pain, it would be very satisfying. But when you say so nice things, are you lying? You have to prove it. You are the same person as us, so I will meet your request."
Dean raised his eyebrows, "What kind of person?"
"A different kind of alien." Carly suddenly stood up and walked around Dean with her hands behind her back like a little adult. "Either a marginalized person who has been used, abandoned, hurt, or expelled by society...or..."
The big black man suddenly interrupted her, clasped his thick palms on his chest, looked at Dean and said seriously, "Carly used her illusion ability to save my life and heal my heart, so I am hers." Shield, if you want to harm her, you must get over my body.”
Carly was moved and slashed at her companion, "Fang, don't be so sensational."
"This is from my heart."
"You two, I never meant to hurt you, but I'm not a marginalized person." Dean asked, "Next condition?"
Carly smiled, "Either you are a monster like me!"
"Why do you call yourself a monster?"
"Because I can easily use illusions to recreate the deepest fears in most people's hearts, making them fear me just like they are afraid of monsters."
"Do you mean a super person?" Dean nodded, "I am immune to your illusion ability, and my physical fitness is not bad. I can deal with a few dodges without any problem, is it considered a monster?" Carly faked the illusion, and in Dean 18.6 In front of his will, it becomes a poor 3D projection, which can be seen through at a glance.
The dark face of the big man next to him turned red.
"Of course." Carly's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, "But you still need to prove it. You have to help us save someone."
"I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Dean took out a strawberry-flavored candy cane as expected, threw it into his mouth, and glanced at the afternoon sky, "Who to save? I agreed, I don’t like to implicate innocent people.”
"Those guys are not good," Carly explained. "They sold poisonous weeds to Purdue University students, robbed, extorted, and collected protection money in Lafayette. They also kidnapped our other companion Mick...well …a smart black girl.”
"Are all your companions black?" Dean asked,
"There is no way. After I went through all the trouble to escape, most white people discriminated against me, despised me, and were unwilling to give me a cookie. Only black people extended a helping hand to me." Carly said solemnly, "I'm not black, but my skin is as dark as theirs."
Dean asked again, "Then why was Mick kidnapped?"
There was bitterness on Carly's face, "To be honest, I originally wanted to use my ability to take advantage of the situation, but I overturned and hurt her."
Dean couldn't believe that such a teenage girl was so angry that she wanted to take advantage of a gang, "Are you kidding me?"
"Is it difficult to understand?" Carly looked directly into Dean's eyes and said word by word, "Marginal people like us must become ruthless enough to suppress the evil of others!"
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As Carly tells, prompts appear in front of Dean's eyes, triggering a new event - saving Mick.
You successfully found Carly No. 8 and asked for clues about her parents.
But she asks you to help rescue her kidnapped companion Mick.
Use your powers and solve this little trouble quickly.
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Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress: (5/100)
Deadline: 24 hours
Reward: 60 experience points.
Failure penalty: None
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"Listen, Carly, I have no problem helping you, but after the matter is completed, in addition to telling me the clues about Lena and Light, you also have to go back to Hawkins to meet with No. 11. Do you want to make a deal?" Dean asked Carly. Li held out her hand,
Carly and the big black man looked at each other and held Dean's hand, "We have an agreement!"
(End of chapter)
