Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 178 178. First Communication
Eleven o'clock at night.

Dean returned to Hope's ancestral home in the forest and threw 11 on the bed in the bedroom.

Under the light, a surprisingly large hospital gown was put on her small 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 sleeping.

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

Dean touched the short round hair on the girl's head in a self-deprecating manner, and it felt good. He wiped her face with a damp towel, and then went to the bathroom to wash himself, to get rid of any evidence of future troubles left on his body, and relieve the pain. Mimics are restored to their true colors.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking back at the records in God's perspective, examining today's action——

Lumbering in the lumberyard, attacking and killing two cars of soldiers heading for Hawkins Town on the road, sabotage monitoring, killing, and framing in the laboratory building left many loopholes.

But according to common sense, at this time, the relationship between the Sulian people and Martin Brenner's team was already in turmoil.

In a short period of time, it is inevitable to step up efforts to crack down on the other party's spies. It is difficult to have information flow between the two parties. The probability of clarifying this misunderstanding and finding a third party is very low.

At least the last month or so should be safe.

By the time they found out, he should have completed the incident long ago, found the whereabouts of Lena and Guangming, and left the town.

Dean smiled wearily, the patient waiting and arrangement of the recent period were not in vain, he, the third party, quietly picked the fruits of victory.

Unfortunately, the plan was not entirely successful, and one of the two targets, Dr. Martin Brenner, escaped into the safe house.

But things don't go our way.

Dean sat cross-legged on the ground, put his energy into the system, and checked his body information:

Dean Lou

Character level: 5 (30/700)

Age: 19
Physical: 16.1
Strength: 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)

Shooting lv3 (195→330/400),

Shadow of the Past lv2 (30→50/300)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (230→240/300)

Simulated lv1 (147→163/200)
fantasy space lv0
Expertise:

Intermediate Ironman
paranormal hunter

System Capabilities:

God's perspective lv4: Observation range of 50 meters

Limbo prison shuttle lv0 (charging progress: 39/100)

Event 2/2:

Bloodline: [-] percent
Caged Bird: 30.00%

……

"Well, the event can be completed by hiding 11 for another month."

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of Dean's mouth.

Tonight's operation was really rewarding. Just relying on the supernatural hunter's expertise, he could absorb 1.5 attributes. After working hard, all his attributes could break through 15 points.

In addition, the acquired proficiency in fighting and shooting adds up to nearly [-] points, which is equivalent to several months of daily training.

Most importantly, he has a deeper understanding of small armies and human superpowers.

A small army of more than a dozen people can only be manipulated by him if there is no targeted arrangement for him in advance.

As for human superpowers, there is a huge gap between strength and weakness. There are flame controllers who have great power but have a worrying hit rate, and there are superpowers who can't use their abilities when they are dying. The shadow manipulator who restrained and made him completely irresistible.

Recalling the feeling of being fixed in place and being slaughtered by others, Dean still has lingering fears.

This reminded him strongly.

The battle between superpowers is unpredictable, and the outcome may be reversed in a second, so don't take it lightly!

Do your best from the start!
"What is that Senna's abnormal control ability?" Dean was thinking longingly, "I hope that after completing 'Caged Bird', this ability will also appear in the reward list!"

……

On the other side, a dark bedroom.

"let me out!"

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

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

This is a simple room, except for the bed covered with blue blankets, bedside tables, and a pair of tables and chairs, there is nothing else.

The light in the room was much milder than the dormitory she remembered, not as harsh as the laboratory, nor in the small dark room or the sensory deprivation sink, so dark that it frightened her.

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

"what is this?"

She muttered suspiciously.

"This is a curtain. The Hawkins laboratory has no windows, so it's normal that you haven't seen it." A tall young man pushed open the door and came into her sight from the shadows, and handed her a glass of orange juice.
He has 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 closed and domesticated since childhood. 11 moved backwards with his buttocks against the bed, clinging to the headboard, hugging his knees, and timidly asking ,
"Who are you...where is Dad?"

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 a while. As for Martin Brenner, he's not here." Dean put the juice on the head of the bed and sat down Beside the bed, smiling at her.

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

It's better to earn her trust sincerely from the beginning.

"Dean, a good friend from the future?" Eleven tilted her head. She couldn't understand the meaning of these two words at all. There were a lot of questions in her mind, and she stammered, "Dad...isn't here. But he...has been At home, never...leaved. So, this isn't home?"

"You regard that place as your home? Then you are no longer at home. I brought you out to the outside world." Dean walked to the window under 11's terrified eyes.

With a bang, the curtains were drawn open.

A disc-shaped full moon hangs in the dark sky, the white light falls in the distance, and green waves surge in an undulating sea of ​​grass.

And on a nearby maple tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, the tender green leaves greeted her warmly like swaying little hands.
In the warm summer wind, cicadas sing cheerful nocturnes.

11 has been locked up in the laboratory since birth, and has never seen the outside world in his limited memory for nine years.

When he saw this, he was shocked by the unprecedented night world, and his brain exploded. He sat on the bed with his mouth wide open, and stared out the window stupidly.

It turns out that this is the outside world.

After a long time, she couldn't help jumping out of the bed, walked to the French window with bare feet, looked up at the disk in the sky, and stretched out her white and slender hands towards it, as if she wanted to hold it in her palm .

"Is this the moon?"

She asked, with a touch of joy and liveliness in her originally weak tone.

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

It looks very sweet.

"Do you like Hawkins Lab, oh no, do you like 'home', or this side?"

11 turned his head and glanced at him, then turned around and stared out of the window, pursed his lips and said nothing, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't get enough of it.

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

"If you get homesick, I'll send you back to the lab immediately and reunite you with your dad."

"No! I don't want to go back! I don't want to see my father!" The little girl pulled the glass window nervously, her decisive action was as if I would jump out if you didn't agree.

"Don't jump, come down first, since you like this side, I won't force you to leave." Dean nodded with satisfaction, then pushed aside another peach-flavored POLO candy, and Kazkaz chewed it in front of the girl When she got up, the girl swallowed eagerly, and heard Dean say,
"But do you know, 11, your father and other people in the laboratory are looking for you all over the world. They want to take you back to the laboratory and put you in a dark room, forcing you to cooperate with various horrible experiments every day. .”

"For example, get into a round water tank and find monsters." Dean recalled the experiment he observed a few days ago and said,
11's eyes froze for a moment, and he thought of the terrible experience of the past years. His face turned pale, his lips lost blood, and then he looked up at Dean stubbornly and pleadingly.

"I, no, back, go!"

"Then you have to cooperate with me well, otherwise I won't be able to help you." Dean's tone was stern, and he vaccinated her in advance.
"Cooperate?"

"Don't understand? It means you have to listen to what I say. From now on, here..." Dean handed her a piece of cream chocolate, "Eat it."

11 looked at him, then looked at the candy in the cartoon package in his palm, took a deep breath, made a great determination, peeled off the paper like swallowing medicine and swallowed it.

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

The delicacy far surpassed that of the candy rewarded by his father made 11's eyes narrow into crescent moons, and the tension and fear disappeared.

No kid doesn't like candy.

If one is not enough, add several more.

Dean took the opportunity to reach out and touch her soft round cropped hair, handed over the glass of juice, and watched her sat on the window sill contentedly after drinking it all.

"Good, that's a good start," Dean drew the curtains and held out his hand to her, "Come with me, your clothes are all dirty, you need to take a shower and change...You are a healthy child, Don't always wear weird hospital gowns."

Candy brings a little trust.

11's little hand grabbed his big hand and jumped off the windowsill, and went out to the corner bathroom on the second floor. Dean adjusted the 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 gap."

……

Dean looked at the steam rising in the bathroom, and put a set of children's clothes prepared in advance outside the half-opened door.

He rubbed his temples tiredly.

Children are difficult to serve.

In particular, this child has suffered from a certain degree of claustrophobia and social barriers due to past encounters.

There is a big psychological problem.

……

"Eleven just came to a new place and it takes a few days to get used to it. Let's not talk about complicated topics like Teri with her today, so as not to irritate her. I will find another opportunity in a few days. Anyway, I have plenty of time."

With that in mind, Dean walked into the kitchen and heated up a can of chickpeas, fried slices of bacon, and poached eggs.

……

in the hall.

The hands of the wall clock pointed to 03:30 in the morning.

The completely new little girl opened her hands and spun around to look at her new outfit, with novelty and apprehension in her eyes.

Dean burned her old oversized patient gown, and she changed into denim overalls and a red T-shirt.

Because Dean was worried about being found out, the specially bought men's clothing made her look a bit more masculine.

After taking a bath, her gray face regained its fairness, and it looked a lot more delicate and lovely, but the child's facial features were not so beautiful or delicate, they were just average. .

"That's right, 11, now you are almost the same as the normal kids outside." Dean encouraged,
Eleven's brows and eyes frowned, and there was a flash of joy.

Dean led her to the dining table again, and pushed over the plate of chickpeas mixed with eggs and bacon. Just like little refugees.

Dean didn't know how unpalatable the food Martin had prepared for her in the past. They couldn't be all pills, right?
"Is it delicious?" Dean wiped the residue off her face with a tissue,
"Mmmmmmmmm."

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

"Can I go out? Really, Dean?" 11 put down the spoon, raised his head in surprise, with half a piece of bacon in his mouth,

Dean looked into her expectant eyes, hooked her little finger with his little finger and pulled,
"I'm definitely not as full of lies as your father. I mean what I say. As long as you cooperate with me obediently and hide it well so that no outsiders will find out, I will take you out every night."

Anyway, the woods are deserted.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside the window.

Dean looked through the glass windows of the dining room. Two lights shone through the night on the wooden railing. A Chevrolet was driving through the woods toward the house.

"Don't worry about 11, that's my friend coming back, he will like you."

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

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

"You deliberately delayed me and promised to sneak into the laboratory with me the day after tomorrow. As a result, the Hawkins laboratory was attacked tonight, causing countless casualties. You already knew about this situation, right! Are you one of the intruders?"

"Put the gun down, buddy, it's not what you think it is...the answers are in there, come in and find out!"

Dean straightened his face and hooked his hand.

Hope put away his gun, subconsciously followed him into the ancestral house, and——

"What a joke!"

"Jesus!"

"You, your Forensic Invasion Laboratory rescued Jane?"

Under the soft light of the dining table,

The sheriff with his mouth wide open and the tomboy with his mouth full of oil on his plate stared and fell into a state of sluggishness.

(End of this chapter)