Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 165 165. Big Fish
Town Center Great Shark Apartments.

In brightly lit room 502, Fyodor, wrapped in a green coat, is sitting at the office desk, counting banknotes intently, one roll, two rolls, three rolls, piled up on the entire desk, exuding attractive ink aroma.

When the green luster fills the pupils.

Fyodor couldn't help laughing, he boldly stretched out his hand, and poured dozens of rolls of banknotes into a bright golden safe on the table.

The mood is getting more and more excited.

Destiny is always full of miracles.

Once a gangster in Hawkins Town who was so poor that he picked up cigarette butts, he became a rich man with more than [-]% of the townspeople's savings in just a few years.

And all of this is thanks to that Excellency, but unfortunately the money is too hot to hold, and the risk is huge. Once he is discovered, he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Work for a few more months and save up to 20 US dollars, then leave Hawkins, change places, and live a good life of beer, beautiful women, and big things for a few years."

Thinking so happily, the quiet curtain behind Fyodor suddenly flapped inward like a dancing skirt.

A gust of wind blew in from the window sill and blew across the back of his neck, like a banshee's breath, making him stunned for a moment, and then the cool mist wrapped his skin, forcing him to stand up from the chair involuntarily , with his feet suspended in the air, floating above the carpet.

The unreasonable change happened in an instant, and the joy on Fyodor's face twisted into extreme panic. He opened his mouth and screamed, but his mouth seemed to be covered with several layers of airtight tape, and he couldn't make any sound.

Instead, there was a slight landing sound behind him.
An uninvited guest jumped into the house from the window and hit the back of his head with a hard and cold object.
"Fyodor?"

This voice is like the judgment of death, which does not allow hesitation and lies,

The man nailed in mid-air nodded subconsciously.

Then--

A click.

His head was tilted back 180 degrees, his eyes were white, and he lost consciousness.

Dean untied his thoughts, and let the man fall limply at his feet like a puddle of mud. He swiftly took out the rolls of beautiful knives he had just put in the safe, and counted them together, almost 19 knives.

Divide into two evenly, income fantasy space.

After doing all this, the man whose neck was twisted completely lost his breath and heartbeat.

You killed Fyodor, proficiency +2, fighting lv3 (62/400).

Joshua's last wish completion rate 0 → 30.00%
……

Dean took out the shackles and released the soul he had just absorbed, and began to torture according to the ritual.
"Why did Joshua install bugs at the mayor's house and the police station?"

"This is an order from above." The ghost Fyodor pushed the plank with a dull expression,
"Who's up there? Who do you work for?"

"I don't know the identity or the specific name, but he is not a native of Hawkins. I call him Baldhead. We meet at the cowboy bar in the town on the 28th of every month to exchange goods and rewards."

Dean's heart skipped a beat. Today is the 27th. "Let's talk about the appearance of the bald head."

"Male, about 40 years old, with a full face and a large black double-headed eagle tattoo on the front of his neck..."

"Three years ago, he was the one who asked you to kill Joshua by injection?"

"Yes, this is a test of loyalty. By killing Joshua, I gained the trust of the bald head."

"How long have you served him?"

"Three years and four months."

"Why did he choose you in the first place?"

"I'm a native of Hawkins, I don't have parents, wife and children, I'm eager to make money, and I'm willing to pay any price for it."

Dean pondered, "Apart from installing bugs and killing Joshua, what other missions did he give you?"

"There is only one kind. On the 27th of every month, a package wrapped in black tape is picked up from the Hawkins garbage dump, and it is brought to the bar for trading on the 28th."

Dean stared, "What's in the package?"

"I have secretly opened it a few times, and it contains all kinds of paper materials: personnel files, drawings of machines, equipment, buildings..."

Dean's eyes started to glow when he heard this, "Personnel files, for example?"

"Mid-level researcher, Charles Manson... graduated from Princeton University, Department of Physics..."

"drawing?"

"I don't understand. Some of them look like some kind of container, some of them look like medical equipment, and there are structural drawings of buildings."

"Today, on the 27th, have you been to the garbage station to find the package?"

"I went in the morning." Fyodor turned to look at the desk, and Dean followed his gaze and found an open black file bag in the drawer.

There is only a structural drawing of the building.

There are thirteen floors in total, and the structure and orientation of the walls, columns, rooms, corridors, and stairs on each floor are clearly marked.

But the more Dean looked at it, the more surprised he became.

In the one month since he came to Hawkins, he has driven around the streets and alleys more than a dozen times, and the largest building he has seen is the shopping mall in the town center.

In addition, the tallest building in Hawkins Town is only five floors.This building with more than ten floors and hundreds of rooms seems to exist only in fantasy——

"What the hell is this building?"

"I don't know." Ghost shook his head dully,

"All the information in the package came from the building?"

"do not know."

Dean's eyes turned cold. If he didn't know that ghosts can't lie, he would definitely kill this idiot who knows nothing.

"What do you think? What does this information have to do with the building?"

"I think there is another bald-headed downline inside the building. He regularly uses the opportunity of garbage disposal every month to mix the obtained materials into the garbage and send them to the garbage station."

"And then I'll take over."

Dean nodded.

Now it seems that the bald-headed man behind Fyodor should be a spy who stole technology and secrets, while Fyodor in front of him is just a risk-taking pawn bought by the other party. Shuya is a "disposable item" lower than chess pieces.

The bald head tried his best to set up those bugs, and tapped the phone calls of the power figures in the town, the sheriff and the mayor, probably in order to obtain more information about this building.

Dean went through today's experience again in his mind, feeling extremely strange. Originally, he just helped Dustin's mother find a cat, but now he caught a "big fish".

Bald - Fyodor - Joshua.

This bald head at the top and this non-existent building definitely hide a huge secret.

"Tomorrow is the 28th, how do you get in touch with the bald head?" Dean asked,

"Bring your package...at nine o'clock in the evening, enter the Cowboy Bar, order a glass of whiskey and drink it...15:[-], enter the back alley of the bar, take out the rewards in the trash can, throw the package in, and leave immediately."

"What clothes are you wearing, is there any other code..."

……

Torture out the detailed connection steps, see no more useful information.

Dean clenched the plank and poked it forward, and Fyodor immediately shattered into pieces of blue light spots and disappeared into the night sky.

Proficiency +1, fighting lv3 (63/400)
Event - Joshua's obsession: You have killed Fyodor to avenge him, and you have glimpsed a trace of the truth after his tragedy.

Progress 60.00%.

……

"As long as I secretly give another 20 dollars to Mrs. Henderson and let him continue to treat Dustin, the progress should reach 4%. No, I shouldn't stop like this..." Dean thought about how much he would spend. Odo got close to 5 knives in his safe, so he only spent [-] knives to avoid being too stingy.
"Then double it, I will take out [-] dollars to complete the task, so the completion of the event should exceed the upper limit of [-]%."

"But it's not enough. As the saddest victim, Joshua may not have been curious about the truth of this series of events."

"Tomorrow, pretend to be Fyodor, get in touch with the bald head, and find out his true identity and the secrets of that building. The progress of the event will definitely break through the upper limit, which means that the reward will be greatly increased."

Dean made a decision, squatted down, reached out and grabbed the syringe from the void, pierced the corpse to draw a tube of blood.

"Blood samples to be analyzed."

Then he searched the entire room 502 again. He jumped out of the window, bathed in a round of bright moonlight in the sky, stepped on the void and walked slowly to the dark alley on the side of the apartment. Feodov was like a coffin Suspended behind him, slowly fell into Bronco's rear compartment.

Soon after, they drove to the south of the town with the car, and were buried in the big hole that Dean had dug in the forest in advance.

(End of this chapter)