In the dirty riverside cabin, Hope wiped his hair with a bath towel in one hand, a telephone around his neck, and a cigarette in his mouth.

"I found three people with the same name, a Social Security number, and a place of birth in Indiana." Another tired voice came out of the microphone, "But one of them is a man in his twenties, a middle school girl in his fifteenth year, and the last one is an old woman in her seventies with cancer, all of whom do not match the woman you described as about forty years old with dark blonde hair. Are you sure there is no error in the information you gave me? ”

Hope frowned, "It's okay with the information I gave, you've searched for everything, including people who have died?" ”

"When have I ever made such a low-level mistake? I've checked the records of Indiana's deceased in the last 10 years, and I haven't found a target..."

Hope brushed the rough stubble on his chin and asked, "Can we expand the scope of the investigation from Indiana to the whole country?" ”

"It's a problem of the century for me, and it takes a lot of time and connections."

"Help people to the end, it's a big deal to invite you for a drink next time I go to New York." Hope promised with a pained face,

"Haha, finally willing to leave your warm nest? Then I'll save face and help you find someone. But listen, in my experience, there's another bigger possibility about Terry - she's not an ordinary person, and she's extremely sensitive, so her profile has been blocked by the government, and I don't have access to it in my current position. The voice in the microphone became unusually cautious, "If we find out, we probably won't find anything." ”

Hope was stunned for a long time after listening to this, hung up the phone, and dialed another phone with a wry smile, "Paqui, the five thousand dollars you gave are really not easy to take." ”

……

On the other side, 36 Maple Street, breakfast table.

Paqui told Dean what Hope had said.

"Even a serial murderer wouldn't have his identity blocked by the government, right, what did Tyree do?" Dean shoved three eggs into his mouth and asked, "How did she intersect with Lena and Illumination, my parents were really just ordinary people who ran jewelry stores in the past?" ”

Paqui's eyes also flashed with a hint of doubt, "My sister, brother-in-law, I still don't understand?" They are 100% ordinary small businessmen. And Tyree may just be a friend they met by chance during their travels, after all, normal people can run into wanted criminals when walking on the road. ”

"Maybe you're right."

"No news from that friend of yours?"

Dean shook his head with regret on his face, and Holden didn't find a trace of clues through the FBI's channels, so there is a high probability that Tai Rui's identity is not simple.

Paqui saw his irritability and patted him on the shoulder

"To find someone based on just a name and general appearance, it's almost the same as guessing the lottery, not to mention that so many years have passed, and you don't have to rush in these ten days and a half months."

Dean could only nod his head, pondering that unless he had the superpower to find someone, it would be difficult for Tarui to make a breakthrough in his affairs.

"By the way, haven't you always wanted to meet Teacher Kelly Chen? I'm going to treat her to dinner in two days, and you can come along. ”

"Finally willing to let me meet your girlfriend?"

"Give me a good performance when the time comes! Gone, go to work. ”

……

Looking at Paqui's back, Dean shook his head and smiled, turning his attention to the system, Tyree has no clues for the time being, but life has to go on:

Physique: 16.1

Power: 14.2

Sensitivity: 14.5

Perception: 15.2

Spirit: 18.1

Will: 15.2

It's useless to have one attribute point left after rising to lv5 before, since you want to be a hexagonal warrior, you naturally have to pull up the lower attributes.

"Strength, or agility?"

Dean thinks that he will habitually choose to fight his opponent in hand-to-hand combat in most fights, so the force, muscle defense, speed, and reflexes of the blow are all important.

But when he looked at the dressing mirror, he was 1.82 meters tall and well-proportioned, but he could also see obvious muscle outlines, which was generally strong among normal people, which was a balance he struggled to maintain.

"If I add more strength, my muscle circumference will have to grow, and at least at the gym level, the training traces are obvious, which is not conducive to hiding strength."

With the last shred of insistence on a normal body shape, Dean went to the bathroom and made a decision,

"Finally, add strength, this time sensitive!"

Sensitive 14.5→15.5.

Hiss –

A burst of electricity rushed from the toe directly to the top of the head.

Dean let out a momentary "oh" and went into the bathroom.

Keep your eyes closed and your teeth clenched.

A current, sometimes cold, sometimes scorching, rampaged through his wrists, ankles, fascia and ligaments of his joints, and even around the brain, spinal cord, and shell, where the central nervous system and peripheral nervous system were called.

Stimulates, stretches, strengthens, reinforces.

Intense pain, soreness, and a feeling of weakness in the brain being emptied were all intertwined.

In the bathtub, Dean began to have a seizure like a sheep seizure, trembling in every part of his body, accompanied by bursts of patinish blood spilling out of his skin.

He turned into a bloody man, his nose spewed hot rough air, and the whole person quickly rolled his eyes as if he was possessed by a demon.

I don't know how long it took.

This terrible breakthrough finally stopped.

The bloody man in the bathtub, a carp, got up and jumped onto the smooth floor of the bathroom.

The right leg was raised above the head, and the left foot was pointed to the ground with a thumb, making a super difficult golden rooster independence, which was easily maintained for five minutes, and it was as stable as a statue.

Then he did a backflip on the spot, with his head and feet under his head and feet supporting the ground with his left thumb on his body, and his body was undulating, and he did 100 standard handstand push-ups in a row.

Dean cleaned up the blood again, and had Shadow stand ten meters away and throw a fruit knife at him.

Whew—

Two streaks of silver light streaked through the air.

Dean grabbed his hands in the air like lightning, and accurately grasped the wooden handles of the two knives in the palm of his hand.

"Sensitivity breaks through 15, and the body's balance and reflexes have improved greatly."

……

Dean then found a hidden, leveled lawn near his house, and let Shadow hold a whistle and a stopwatch.

He takes a deep breath and crouches down, leaning inwards in a squatting starting position.

Phew-

The whistle is crisp and sharp, breaking the laziness of the morning.

The air hissed, and the grass shook violently with a loud thud.

The crouching figure on the ground shot straight out like an arrow from a string, obviously just a person sprinting, but the fierce momentum was comparable to a group of migrating wild animals on the African savannah.

Ten seconds later.

The movement is gone.

Dean stopped, relaxed, and waited for 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 low-speed moving car, and when the strength also exceeds 15 points, I can estimate that I can run 200 meters in ten seconds, and I am becoming less and less human. ”

After the test, the sensitive, satisfied, Dean held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, rested his hands on the back of his head, lay on the grass to bask in the sun, and put his energy back into his new ability-

Thin Hell Shuttle Lv0 (4% Charged).

Recharge!

The spiritual power began to slowly merge into the void, and a faint sense of loss arose in his mind.

"On the premise of not affecting the daily plan, I can charge four percent of my energy every day, and in twenty days, I can try to go to the legendary Spirit Thin Prison to find out, and then find an experimental specimen first?"

……

For the next few days, every day, Dean filled the system's abilities with mental power, then restored mental power through meditation, and so on.

After dark.

He began to implement another set of plans, starting with 59 Elm Street to spy on Su Lien's spies.

Because I don't know Russian, I can only read a rough idea.

But he found that the man disguised as a bald woman and walrus beard often drove away from Hawkins Town to go somewhere else.

With Dean's driving skills, the driving track is 100% detected by the spy.

He tried to fly and track them a few times, but they drove fast and lasted more than fifty minutes of telekinesis, and Dean couldn't find their final destination.

"There must be some other base for these spies, somewhere outside of Hawkins."

"I've got to figure it out."

After monitoring 59 Elm Street, Dean flew to the roof of the Hawkins Lab and continued to observe.

……

A bright laboratory.

A little girl in a hospital gown sat on a chair connected to wires, with more than 20 small electrodes in the shape of a crown attached to her scalp.

Opposite the chair sat a cast iron circle with a dozen light bulbs entwined around it.

"Remember, concentrate, find energy, feel with your heart," the white-haired man in the suit encouraged her ear, and the girl nodded, slightly tucked her chin, her eyes stared directly at the circle of light bulbs opposite, her pupils constricted, and her originally dull eyes gradually became fierce, like an enraged little wolf cub.

And then the amazing scene appeared!

Suddenly, a circle of light bulbs on the opposite side 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 began to change in strength, lighting up and slowly extinguishing.

It shone brightly, and it was so fast and faint that it was like a candle flame that was about to be blown out by the wind.

"Go on! 11. Give them some color and let them know how good you are! "The white-haired man fanned the flames on the side,

The girl's expression began to contort, and she gritted her teeth, and a trace of blood gushed uncontrollably out of her nose and onto her upper lip.

The invisible power is stretched to the extreme!

Crackling!

There was a screeching sound, and more than a dozen light bulbs suddenly burst, and crystal glass shards flew all over the sky, falling to the ground like rain.

Dreamy and gorgeous.

“Good！ As I said, you have magical powers, all you lack is training. The white-haired man praised 11, looking at her as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, he then took out a white handkerchief to wipe off the nosebleed for the girl whose chest was high and was about to collapse, and handed over a candy as a reward, "Today's training results are up to standard, and we will continue training tomorrow." ”

Next, the white-haired man sent 11 back to the dormitory.

In addition to the experiment of lighting the light bulb, Dean also found that the white-haired man had conducted several different experiments on 11.

One is the telesensory experiment.

11Sit in a closed room, close your eyes, and perceive all kinds of information in another closed room ten meters away through the wall.

For example, numbers on the blackboard and white paper, letters, pictures... 11. Success can be perceived basically.

But the speed and distance of perception are nowhere near as fast as Dean's God's perspective.

The second type of experiment is the telekinetic experiment, in which the white-haired man asks 11 to manipulate balloons, books, small metal objects and other objects into the air, accelerate, hover, and then pinch and pop them in the air...

11 The intensity and refinement of the telekinetic force displayed on the display were not even as good as the "shadows of the past" in Dean's opinion.

The third experiment, which was carried out in a huge sphere filled with liquid that Dean had curiously had before,11 put on a white experimental vest that exposed his arms and legs, put on a diving helmet, soaked in the liquid, and suspended in it like a specimen, his eyes closed and motionless,

A few minutes later, she came out of the ball soaking wet, crying out loud in fear, and her whole body was frightened, as if she had seen something terrible.

"What's going on? Lying in the water dreaming? ”

Because the observation time is too short, Dean is not sure what this liquid ball does and what ability it corresponds to.

In short, after observing in the past few days, Dean has determined that 11 has mastered at least two superpowers, one is telekinesis, and the other is telepathy, or sixth sense, related to perception.

"I remember that the members of the Clayty team mentioned that it is extremely rare for someone to master two superpowers, but the strength of the abilities shown by 11 is not high, and the telekinesis and perception are not as good as mine, so it is worth the trouble of the white-haired man's team and Su Lian's spy?"

Dean really couldn't figure it out.

By the way, Dean has overheard the name of the white-haired man, Dr. Martin Brenner, the leader of the experimental team.

Dr. Brenner is a PUA whiz, workaholic, and a little schizophrenic.

He spoke in a kind and amiable tone, and repeatedly comforted 11 like a loving father in every experiment, and everything he did was for you, to protect you, for your good, and shamelessly asked 11 to call him daddy.

But this father is obviously not biological, and he is ruthless enough, and repeatedly asks 11 every day to cooperate with all kinds of boring, difficult or painful experiments, and once 11 does not obey orders, he is immediately locked up in a dark room, begging and crying.

He continued to calmly analyze the experimental data.

Brenner's PUA behavior would be a proper crime of child abuse under American law.

……

Of course, the most pitiful is still 11.

Dean noticed a strange phenomenon in her.

Every time she experiments, as long as this little girl activates her superpowers, whether it is telekinesis or telepathy, she will definitely have a nosebleed.

This means that she loses blood every day, and perhaps because of this, she is stunted, pale, and slender, with a slightly large and small turnip head.

But based on Dean's experience, the normal use of telekinesis should not harm the body, so he had a guess.

"11's superpower has some kind of flaw, so it will suffer a certain amount of backlash every time it is used?"

"Maybe her superpowers aren't a normal awakening?"

There is no answer yet.

In addition, 11 does not know how many years he was locked up in this prison-like laboratory.

Usually there is no other person to communicate with except Brenner, so people are stupid, and the lively nature of children is forcibly suppressed into silence, most of the time they stay quietly in the corner and huddle up into quails with rag dolls, and occasionally talk and stutter word by word.

And one of the 11 most proficient words is their own name, eleven.

At the same time, she also tattooed an "11" on her wrist, which reminded Dean of the number marks that veterinarians put on livestock before slaughter, and deduced more information from this-

"Does this mean that there were 10 more similar subjects in Hawkins Labs before the 11th? No. 1, No. 2... Number 9? ”

"I haven't found any other test subjects these days."

"Are they dead, or did Brenner's team disperse them to a lab outside of Hawkins to escape the punishment of the Occult Convergence Law?"

Dean couldn't think of an answer, but in either case, 11 would end up miserable, not to mention that there was a team of spies from Sulian operating in the shadows.

Dean seemed to see a young bird in an iron cage, helpless and covered in bruises.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.

"If you can do it, you can help. But if you want to rescue her now, you will inevitably alarm the two behemoths of Lao Mei and Su Lian. ”

The most crucial point is that 11's current abilities are very weak, of little use to Dean, and he has not been able to convince himself to take a huge risk to save an oil bottle.

"Keep watching, there must be other secrets hidden in this laboratory, 11."

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