Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Dean returned to his ancestral home in the forest in Hope and threw 11 into his bedroom bed.

Under the light, a surprisingly large hospital gown was draped over her tiny body, and her arms, calves, and face were covered with white ash from the explosion.

She's like a dirty stray cat.

The effect of the anesthetic has not been lifted, and this "cat cub" is still asleep.

"Fallen, I actually brought back a little girl."

Dean self-deprecatingly touched the short round hair on the girl's head, which felt good, wiped her face with a moist towel, and then went to the bathroom to wash herself, disposing of the evidence that might have left behind on her body, and dismantling the mimesis to restore her original appearance.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking back at the record from God's point of view, examining today's action—

The lumber yard lurked, the road attacked and killed two truckloads of soldiers rushing to Hawkins, and the laboratory building left many loopholes in the sabotage monitoring, killing, and planting.

But according to common sense, at this time, the Suren and Martin Brenner's team were already in flames.

In a short period of time, it is inevitable to intensify efforts to crack down on the other side's spies, and it is difficult for information to flow between the two sides, and the probability of clarifying this misunderstanding and discovering a third party is very low.

At least for the last month or so, it should be safe.

By the time they found out, they should have completed the event and found the whereabouts of Lena and Light and left the town.

Dean smiled tiredly, the patience and arrangement of the recent period was not in vain, and he, the third person, silently picked the fruits of victory.

Unfortunately, the plan did not work out completely, and Dr. Martin Brenner, one of the two targets, escaped into the safe house.

But things don't go as planned.

Dean crossed his knees on the ground, mentally invested in the system, and checked his body information:

Dean Lew

Character Level: 5 (30/700)

Age: 19

Physique: 16.1

Power: 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)

Shoot Lv3 (195→330/400),

Shadow of the Past Lv2 (30→50/300)

Red Dragon Meditation Lv 2 (230→240/300)

Mimic LV1(147→163/200)

Fantasy Space lv0

Specialty:

Intermediate Iron Man

Supernatural Hunter

System Capabilities:

God's Perspective Lv4: Observe a 50-meter radius

Infernal Shuttle Lv0 (Charge Progress: 39/100)

Event 2/2:

Bloodline: 7 percent

Caged birds: 30 percent

……

"Well, hide the 11 event for another month and it will be completed."

A reassuring smile appeared on Dean's lips.

Tonight's operation is really fruitful, just relying on the supernatural hunter expertise to absorb 1.5 attributes, and then work hard, all his attributes can break through 15 points.

In addition, the total proficiency in combat and shooting acquired is close to 200 points, which is equivalent to several months of daily training.

On top of that, he has a deeper understanding of small armies and human superpowers.

A small army of more than a dozen people, if he is not arranged in advance, then he can only be played with in the palm of his hand.

And the human superpowers, the difference in strength and weakness is too great, there are not only the fire controllers who have the power but the hit rate is worrying, there are the power elders who are not able to use their abilities when they are dying, but there are also the shadow manipulators who silently restrain Dean and make him completely unable to resist.

Recalling the feeling of being frozen in place and being slaughtered by others, Di An'an had palpitations.

This reminded him strongly.

The battle between superpowers is unpredictable, and it may be possible to reverse the victory and defeat in a second, so don't take it lightly!

You have to give it your all in the beginning!

"What the hell is that Senua's pervert's control?" Dean thought wistfully, "I hope that after completing 'Caged Bird', this ability will also appear in the reward list!" ”

……

On the other side, the dimly lit bedroom.

"Let me out!"

"Don't summon it, I don't summon it."

The soft hum turned into an exclamation, and the sleeping little girl sat up from the bed suddenly, her face covered with beads of sweat, and her eyes blinked in panic.

She turned her little head and looked around.

It was a simple room, with nothing but 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 dorm room she remembered, not as glaring as a lab, not a small dark room or a sensory deprivation sink, so dark that it scared her.

She noticed a pair of crisp white velvet towels hanging from the wall on her right, covering a boxy wooden frame.

"What is this?"

She muttered in confusion.

"It's a curtain, and Hawkins Labs doesn't have windows, so it's normal that you haven't seen it." A tall young man pushed open the door and walked into her sight through 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 a closed way since childhood.11 The buttocks moved back against the bed, clinging to the headboard, hugging the knees, and timidly asked,

"Who are you... Where's Daddy? ”

Dean touched his face, am I that scary?

"Don't be nervous, 11, I won't hurt you, you can call me Dean, your best friend for the next while. As for Martin Brenner, he's not here. Dean put the juice at the head of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her with a smile.

According to the requirements of the incident, he has to get along with this little girl for a while, no matter how much he hides it, his true face and identity will be exposed.

It's better to be sincere from the beginning to gain her trust.

"Dean, a good friend in the future?" 11 tilted her head, she couldn't understand the meaning of these two words at all, and a lot of questions piled up in her head, and she stammered, "Dad... Not here. But he... Always at home, never... Left. So, isn't this home? ”

"You call that place home? Then you are no longer at home, and I have brought you out and into this outside world. Dean walked to the window with 11 horrified eyes.

The curtains were pulled open with a bang.

A full moon in the shape of a disc hung in the dark sky, a white light fell into the distance, and an undulating sea of grass swelled with green spray.

And on a nearby maple tree with lush foliage, the tender green leaves are like small hands waving to greet her warmly

In the warm summer breeze, the cicadas sing a cheerful nocturne.

11 was confined to the laboratory since he was born, and for nine years, he had never seen the outside world in his limited memory.

At this glance, I was shocked by the unprecedented night world, and my brain exploded, so I sat on the bed and opened my mouth wide, looking out of the window stupidly.

It turns out that this is the outside world.

After a long time, she couldn't help jumping out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with bare feet, looked up at the disc in the sky, and stretched out her white and slender little hand towards it, as if she wanted to grasp it in the palm of her hand.

"This is the moon?"

She asked, with a hint of joy and liveliness in her otherwise weak tone.

Dean nodded, grabbed a pile of candy from the void with his right hand, spread it out by the windowsill, and then peeled off a piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth.

It chews very sweetly.

"Do you like Hawkins Labs, oh no, do you like 'home,' or this one?"

11 turned his head to look at him, then turned around and stared out the window and pursed his lips without speaking, no matter how he looked, he couldn't get enough of it.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Dean narrowed his eyes and deliberately frightened,

"If you're homesick, I'll send you back to the lab right away so you can be reunited with your dad."

"Nope! I don't want to go back! I don't want to see Daddy! The little girl nervously pulled the glass window, and that decisive action made me jump out if you didn't agree.

"Don't jump, come down first, since you like this side, then I won't force you to leave." Dean nodded with satisfaction, opened a peach-flavored polo candy, and chewed it in front of the girl, who swallowed her saliva and listened to Dean again,

"But you know what, 11, your father, the rest of the lab, is looking for you all over the world, and they're going to take you back to the lab and put you back in a dark room, forcing you to cooperate with all kinds of horrible experiments every day."

"Like burrowing into the round tank and finding monsters." Remembering the experiment he observed the other day, Dean said,

11 His eyes paused for a moment, and then he thought of the terrible experience of the past years, his face began to turn pale, his lips lost their blood, and then he looked up stubbornly and with a hint of pleading to stare at Dean.

"I, no, back, go!"

"Then you have to cooperate with me next, otherwise I won't be able to help you." Dean spoke sternly and gave her a preventive shot in advance,

"Cooperation?"

"Don't understand? Meaning you have to listen to what I say, from now on, give—" Dean handed her a creamy chocolate, "eat." ”

11Look at him, and look at the candy wrapped in the cartoon in the palm of his hand, take a deep breath, make great determination, peel off the paper skin and swallow it like a medicine.

The outer shell is crispy and the inner core is sweet and soft.

The delicacy that far surpassed Daddy's reward candy made 11's eyes narrow into crescent moons, and the tension and fear melted away.

There is no child who does not love sweets.

If one isn't enough, then take 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 sit contentedly by the windowsill as she drank it all.

"Good, that's a good start," Dean closed the curtain and held out his hand to her, "Come with me, your clothes are dirty, you need to take a shower and get dressed... You're a healthy kid, don't always wear a weird hospital gown. ”

Candy brings a little trust.

11's little hand grabbed his big hand and jumped off the windowsill, and went out to the bathroom in the corner on the second floor, where Dean mixed hot water for her, left her in the bathroom, and closed the door.

She slammed the door open, her eyes full of worry, like a kitten afraid of being abandoned.

"You don't want to close it?"

“NO。”

"Then leave a slit."

……

Dean looked at the moisture rising in the bathroom and placed a set of children's clothes that had been prepared in advance outside the half-covered door.

Rubbing his temples tiredly.

Children are just hard to serve.

In particular, this child suffered from a certain degree of claustrophobia and social difficulties because of his past experiences.

There is a big problem with the psyche.

……

"11 has just come to a new place, and it will take a few days to get used to it, so I won't talk to her about complicated topics such as Tai Rui today, so as not to irritate her, and find another opportunity in a few days, anyway, there is more time."

Dean thought about it and went to the kitchen to warm up a jar of chickpeas, fried a few slices of bacon, and a few poached eggs.

……

in the hall.

The hands of the wall clock pointed to half past three in the morning.

The little girl, who had been completely refreshed, opened her hands and turned around to look at her new outfit, her eyes flashing with novelty and apprehension.

The previous oversized hospital gown was burned by Dean, and she changed into a denim bib and a red T-shirt.

Because Dean was worried about being found flawed, he specially bought men's clothes, which made her a little more boyish.

After taking a bath, her gray little face returned to white, and she looked a lot more delicate and cute, but this child's facial features are really not very beautiful and exquisite, and they are just ordinary.

"Yes, 11, now you're pretty much the same as a normal kid out there." Dean encouraged,

Eleven's eyebrows bent for a moment, and a flash of excitement flashed.

Dean led her to the table again, pushed her over the plate of chickpeas and eggs and bacon, and the little girl unceremoniously gulped it up, in a hurry, and got into her hands like a little refugee who had never had enough.

Dean didn't know how bad the food that Martin had prepared for her in the past, it couldn't have been pills, right?

"Is it delicious?" Dean wiped the residue from her face with a tissue,

"Well... Not... Kindness. ”

"Rest early after eating, we'll have a good chat in a few hours, and if you behave well, I'll take you out for a walk."

"Can I get out? Really, Dean? 11He put down his spoon and looked up in surprise, with half of the bacon in his mouth.

Dean looked into her expectant eyes, stretched out her little thumb and hooked her little finger and tugged,

"I'm definitely not as full of lies as your father, my words count, as long as you obediently cooperate with me, hide well, and don't let other outsiders find out, I will take you out every night."

Anyway, this forest is deserted.

At this moment, there was a noisy noise outside the window.

Dean looked into the glass window of the dining room, two lights shining through the night onto the wooden railing, and a Chevrolet was driving through the woodland towards the house.

"Don't worry 11, that's my friend is back, he's going to like you."

Dean calmed the little girl who had become nervous again, pushed the door open and walked out into the yard.

Hope, who was tired and worried, got out of the car, and saw Dean with a smile on his face at a glance, but angrily pulled out the pistol on his waist and aimed at him.

"You deliberately delayed me and promised to sneak into the lab with me the day after tomorrow, and tonight the Hawkins lab was attacked, killing and injuring countless people. You already know this situation, right? Are you one of the invaders? ”

"Put the gun down, man, things aren't what you think... The answer is inside, come in and see! ”

Dean's face straightened, and he hooked his hand at him,

Hope put away the gun, subconsciously followed his ass into the ancestral house, and then-

"What a joke!"

“Jesus!”

"Y-you, your Fa department's assault lab rescued Jane?"

Under the soft light of the dining table,

The wide-mouthed sheriff and the tomboy with a plate full of oil stared at each other and fell into a state of stupor.

(End of chapter)