260 Old Street, East District.

By the warm yellow light of the fireplace, a couple snuggles intimately in the sofa.

The cute girl with permed curly hair and a little baby fat on her cheeks asked with concern,

"So you've been at the doctor's all day, and you're very sick?"

Aaron Boone patted his girlfriend's plump thighs, stared at her big soft eyes, his mouth was open, but he seemed to be stuck in his throat by a fish bone, and he couldn't speak, leaving his eyes red,

Seeing this, the latter just hugged her boyfriend's forehead and kissed her, "Honey, forget how we promised before, never separate, no matter what problems we face together." ”

Boone sighed, "Lori, what if... If I'm not around in the future, you're going to be alone..."

The girl's sweet face brushed its snow white, "Stop! Don't scare me, dear, going to a psychiatrist won't lead to any terminal illness, right? ”

"It's not a terminal illness, but it's more terrible than that." Boone looked at the bay window next to the fireplace, and couldn't notice the two figures lurking outside the bay window, "I'm going to go to 'hell' for the rest of my life to atone for my sins." ”

Lowry asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Remember the dream I told you?"

"It started more than two months ago?"

"Well, countless humanoid monsters are chasing me in a cemetery."

More than two months ago, humanoid monsters, cemetery?

Dean, who was eavesdropping outside the window like a gecko, couldn't help but jump when he heard these keywords, and then found that the progress of "Eastside Nightmare" had jumped to 45 percent.

"The doctor said that the monster and the cemetery were all imaginary in my mind, and I subconsciously let them appear in my dreams, repeating them night after night, tormenting my spirit. ”

The girl's face was full of puzzlement, "Torture yourself, why is this?" ”

"Because I made a mistake, I was punishing myself inside."

"What mistake deserves such terrible torment?"

Boone's mouth was full of bitterness, "I killed someone." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lori covered her boyfriend's mouth and denied without hesitation, "Could it be that I'm a blind man who has been living under the same roof with a murderer disguised as a car mechanic for so many years, and I don't know it?" ”

"But the doctor's words are conclusive," Boone closed his eyes to his girlfriend's forehead, as if to confess to the Virgin Mary, "and he hypnotized me into my inner world, and then unearthed my ugly secret." ”

"I have 'multiple personality disorder', and I am always with you and at work, and I am all positive. But the other me is murderous, ruthless, and dark, hidden deep inside, and before I know it, it will show its fangs and start killing—"

"Shhhh In the course of these two months, it came out three times and killed ten people from three families in the East End, including four poor children... Oh God..."

"Jesus Christ!" Lori unconsciously hugged her boyfriend's arm, "The murder of the past two months happened at night, and we weren't together at the time?" ”

"I counted the time, on the night of the three crimes, you all went to work the night shift, and we happened to be not together... I felt like I had lost my memory, and I couldn't remember anything I had done. ”

"I deserve death." Boone pushed his girlfriend away, as if he was worried that the evil in his body would hurt her, "The doctor gave me the final notice today, and I should surrender to the police station within 24 hours, otherwise he will call the police to arrest me." ”

"Turn yourself in? No, you can't do that. Lori grabbed Aaron's hands again, "Kill ten people, and even if you turn yourself in, you will be sentenced to life in prison." ”

"The doctor will prove my mental problems in court," Boone shook his head, "then I will not be criminally responsible, and I will only be sent to a psychiatric hospital for compulsory treatment." ”

"Oh my God, haven't you heard of the notoriety of that place? Injecting dementia-inducing experimental drugs, strapped to the operating table to drill brains, locked up in a cramped and dark morgue... This is worse than death, and I will not allow you to choose this path! "We're leaving Calgary tonight and going to the United States, Mexico, where we can be alone, no more jobs, no more cops, no more psychos, no more homicides." Yes, in a different environment, your illness will be cured. ”

"I can't take any chances..."Boone reached out and touched his girlfriend's reddened cheek, sipping her gaze with his eyes, "I'm afraid I can't help but hurt you and hurt more innocent people." I'm not a good person, but I'm not a demon either. ”

"Don't do that... Don't leave me..."

……

Listening to the noise of the two crying and crying.

Dean by the stucco façade flew to the road with Christine in the distance, and the girl's expression became extremely exciting, rubbing her chin, and turning in a circle,

"So the serial killer we tracked down for two days wasn't a medical worker at all, but a young mechanic, a schizophrenic? But his height doesn't seem to match the buttonhole on the portrait, yes, he's taller than the murderer! ”

Dean nodded at his companion's puzzled eyes, "You're right, I'm afraid this guy himself is being kept in the dark... Well, wait a minute... I'm going to do something. ”

Dean casually pulled open the node in front of him and teleported back to the Hawkins lab, taking back the pills he had just handed to the doctor for an expedited test.

Then he contacted Sean and Monica, gathered outside No. 260 East Street, and explained the situation just now.

……

The room was silent, save for the crackling of sparks in the fireplace and the sound of Lowry's gentle breathing.

She cried tired and lay on the sofa and fell asleep, still holding her boyfriend's hand with one hand, worried that the other party would leave suddenly.

But Boone finally pulled out his hand ruthlessly, covered her with a blanket, kissed her forehead, and tiptoed away, ready to go to the police station to turn himself in, but just came to the gate.

"Bang, bang" A few knocks on the door almost didn't startle his heart out, he nervously looked through the cat's eye, hesitated for a second, and opened the door.

Crunch –

"Both, I'll admit you helped me once, but isn't it too much to keep following me to the door?"

Boone swept Dean and Christine dissatisfied, and glanced back at his girlfriend, it was strange that his girlfriend, who had always slept lightly, slept deeply this time.

"Don't get excited, buddy, you lost something when you left before, give." Dean took the pill from his bosom and a test report and handed it over,

"My tranquilizers, what's this report?" Boone took the report and subconsciously flipped through it,

Dean ordered some pills, "The drug test report, this is not a tranquilizer at all, but a new type of psychedelic 'Nightmare Journey' researched in the laboratory, which makes people dizzy and dizzy after eating it... Get into the state you were in before on the road. ”

Boone's pupils narrowed, "The doctor gave me psychedelics, how is this possible?" This report is fake, right? It's only been a few hours since you picked up the pills, how can you possibly get the analysis report? ”

"The report is true, but the doctor's words are a lie, you don't have multiple personality disorder." Dean took a step forward, his eyes shining like flints.

"Wait, what multiple personalities?" Boone's face changed drastically when he woke up, why did this outsider know the secret in his heart, "I don't understand what you say!" ”

"There's no need to hide it, I'm good hearing, and I've listened to your conversation with your girlfriend word for word just now," Dean led the four companions into the threshold and closed the door, "But I'm barely a doctor, and I'm 100% sure that there is no evil personality in you who is committing murder." ”

If Boone had been mentally ill, the sickness box would have been triggered long ago when he was exposed to it on the side of the road.

Boone was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly red and he shook his head, "No, you don't understand anything, I killed someone, I killed three families of ten!" ”

"Our noses are very sensitive, we can smell the blood on people, as long as our hands have been stained with blood, we will smell it every other year." At this point, the vampire Monica and Peter exchanged a look, looked at Boone and shook her index finger like she was looking at a bombastic madman, "And you don't smell of killing, I can smell the smell of an innocent person in you a hundred yards away, you have never killed anyone." ”

"Am I innocent? It can't be, it can't be—" Boone staggered back and sat down on the couch, covering his head and lowering his head.

He had obviously decided that he was the murderer, and he was going to the police station to turn himself in, and five people jumped out halfway to tell him that he was innocent.

It's a literal transition from hell to heaven.

The great contrast made him unable to accept it for a while, and his lips trembled and asked, "If I am not the murderer, then who is the murderer?" ”

Dean and his four companions approached him like devils,

"Boone, use your brain and think about it, whoever uses hallucinogens to deceive you, numb your mind, and induce you to turn yourself in, then he is the most suspicious."

"It's clear that this is an elaborate trap, a trap," Christine finally understood, and looked at the man with pity, "Someone wants you to take the blame, and you continue to get away with it." ”

Grunt.

Boone swallowed, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg, "You mean that the psychiatrist who treated me, Decker, is the murderer?" ”

Decker?

Dean exchanged a look with his companions, confirming that none of the subjects they had previously investigated had such a name, and that the name had never been recorded in the data.

He's the one who slipped through the net!

At the same time, the progress of "Eastside Nightmare" has quietly jumped 50 percent.

"Man, you're right," Sean whispered a thumbs up to Dean, "The killer has a medical background, but we missed him." ”

"So in which hospital is this Dr. Decker educated?" Dean asked Boone,

"Before answering this question, I would like to ask first," Boone's eyes were extremely complicated, and he asked instead of answering, "Why do you help me, a person who has no relatives and no reason, to clear his suspicion?" ”

"Our destinies have long been secretly linked." Sean took over the conversation and looked at Boone with a friendly look in his eyes, as if the two were old friends after a long absence, "You mentioned a cemetery in your dream, full of terrible humanoid monsters, and I guess there was a woman with spikes and beautiful features. ”

Boone looked at Sean in shock and nodded, "How do you know you've seen her too?" ”

"I have to 'date' them almost every night and listen to their calls—" Sean said with love and hate as he gazed out the window into the night sky, "God is in heaven, Oz is at the end of the rainbow, and Midian's is a paradise for monsters." It's called Midian, isn't it? ”

Midian!

Boone brushed his body and stood up, walked forward quickly and pressed Sean's shoulder, his eyes widened as if he saw a confidant, and every muscle on his cheeks began to tremble with excitement, but he still resisted the impulse, "No, you must have overheard it from the doctor." ”

"Don't believe me? Keep your eyes open and look good, we are all monsters belonging to Midian, which is why we will find you to help you 'go home' together. Sean's eyes suddenly became like burning coals, his cheeks were thin and shiny scales, and his mouth grinned to the base of his ears to reveal long, sharp fangs.

The two vampires also bared their teeth together, revealing their evil and bewitching monster forms.

Three terrifying black figures were reflected on the wall, and the impactful images were reflected in the retina, Boone's face was red as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, his heart was pounding out of his chest, and the breath exhaled from his nose turned into flames, as if he was about to faint.

But he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, the nightmares about monsters in the past two months had long made these strange images ingrained in his mind, and now that he saw it with his own eyes, he only felt excitement and joy, and a strong sense of belonging.

"Tsk, it seems that you have already prepared in your heart, so we have made a deal, right?" Dean patted him on the shoulder, took a drop of blood, and started licking his memory, "Now, let me see what Dr. Decker looks like, and where is he spying on us?" ”

(End of chapter)