Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 171. 171. Library, Teri's Whereabouts

Hawkins Police Department.

A one-story building with the Stars and Stripes on the outside, similar to a slightly larger residential building, not grand at all.

Hope got out of the car, asked Dean to escort the two drunks across the narrow corridor less than five meters from the front desk, and entered the police lobby and office area. Black men and white men in police uniforms were sitting leisurely on chairs. In a daze and playing poker, the white man even put his legs up on the desk, feeling very comfortable.

Dean was a little speechless, are the police in small towns in the countryside so idle?
"Tom, Nick, come here to greet these two bastards and make them sober." Hope handed over the prisoner to the black and white men, "I will be locked up for a week this time."

"Who is this handsome 'detective'?" The operator at the front desk, wearing thick glasses, took the cigarette butt out of Hope's mouth and threw it into the ashtray, smiling at Dean in a black trench coat. "It looks very unfamiliar, why don't you introduce it to everyone?"

"Paqui's nephew, a good guy with good skills." Hope handed a cup of coffee and a donut to Dean, and then clapped his hands hard to attract everyone's attention, okay, the Hawkins Police Department The total number of employees is less than ten.

"Guys, in the next few days, I have to stay in the Hawkins library for a while. I will temporarily hand over the affairs of the bureau to Nick. Don't bother me if there is nothing important to do!"

"Dear Chief, you don't ask for leave to pick up girls, do you?" the black man scolded with a smile,
"Are you jealous? If your tigress agrees, I'll take you too!"

Hope replied, and after drinking a cup of Flo coffee, he left the police station with Dean and rushed to the Hawkins Town Library.

At the front desk of the entrance, there is a pretty, petite administrator lady with glasses equipped with anti-slip chains on her face.

"Hi, Marisa."

Hope took off his hat, nodded at the woman,

"Why are you here so early today? I still have a few hours before I get off work. You have to wait a while."

The woman rests her cheeks on her hands, her eyes are full of affection,
Hope froze when he heard this,
"I'm not here to date you today...I'm here to check some information."

A trace of resentment flashed behind Marisa's glasses,
"Is there a time conflict between waiting for me at the library after get off work and checking materials in the library?"

"No conflict?" Hope said cautiously and uncertainly.

Marisa put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, "The clever sheriff, can't you say that you are here to ask me out to make me happy?"

"..."

Dean couldn't help but take another look at Sergeant Hope, this guy has really low EQ.

The lady administrator complained a few words about being puzzled and finally calmed down.

"Do you have newspapers here?" Hope said with amnesty,

"We have all the big newspapers of the New York Times and the Washington Post." Marisa led the two to the bookshelf in the corner and introduced them. "We organize them by year and topic, and the reading room also has corresponding microfiches."

"Okay, I want all the stories from both papers up to 20 years old," Hope said.

"Aren't you busy? You still have time to read the newspaper."

Hope began to give orders in a fit of occupational disease,

"What I'm doing is very important, go and find the newspaper!"

The woman moved her lips twice, tilted her head, her eyes overflowed with complaints, but the sergeant's unquestionable expression made her swallow all the words in her stomach.

Turn around and go to another bookshelf to start working.

"You're serious, Hope," Dean couldn't help admiring, "Marisa is your date, not your subordinate."

"Stop talking nonsense. You are in charge of reading the Washington Post, and I am in charge of the New York Times. Hurry up and get to work." Hopra opened the drawer and took out a flat microfilm that looked like a camera film and was no more than 10 centimeters in length and width. Under the bulky equipment like a TV, the front of the screen presents all kinds of cumbersome information that can be clearly seen by the human eye after the microfilm is enlarged.

Dean started reading following Hope's operation, but the selection of thousands of newspapers was boring and troublesome.

Several people cooperated and searched hard, but found nothing after two days of searching.

Dean had to leave the library every night to continue monitoring the Hawkins laboratory and the Sulian people.

On the third morning, Dean returned to the library gate and found Hope on the right side of the table next to the blinds. His hair and facial skin were oily, his face was tired, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he was sweating under his police uniform. The rancid smell is strong.

"Looked at the library all night? Harder than me!" Dean suddenly had a deeper understanding of the sheriff, took out a hamburger and put it in his mouth,
"As I said, I owe you five thousand dollars, and I will definitely help you find Teri!" Hope turned to look at Di'an, his bloodshot eyes filled with excitement, "I had a hunch last night that I would succeed soon, and it turned out As expected... cough cough... read this newspaper first." Hope pointed to the screen in front of him,
Dean glanced at the English title that was in the middle of the screen——Mind Control Experiments Exposed.

"Hawkins Laboratory recruited a large number of volunteers and carried out insane mind control experiments. The physical and mental health of those who underwent the experiments were greatly affected, and some even became insane, but the laboratory refused to take responsibility."

"The behavior of the Hawkins laboratory has completely failed the trust of the American people..."

Dean's eyes froze, mind control experiment?

He thought about it carefully. Isn't what Martin Brenner in the silver-haired suit did to "11" the so-called PUA, mind control?
But this New York Times was published in May 1962, nearly 5 years ago. After such a long time, the experiment is still going on, but the number of experimenters has been reduced from a large number to "20" one person?

Below the newspaper are several group photos of laboratory workers, most of them in white coats.

The man standing at position C has neat short white hair, is wearing a black suit, has a straight back, a rigid smile on his face, and shrewd eyes like a businessman.

"Dr. Martin Brenner..." Hope read out the name of the white-haired man in the center, "the leader of the Hawkins laboratory research team."

Dean nodded quietly,

"But I don't understand, what does this have to do with Teri?"

"Get ready... um... the main event is coming," Hope swallowed half of the hamburger, his pupils glowing brightly, and pushed another microfiche under the observation mirror:

Dr. Martin Brenner charged in court—

The eye-catching title caught Dean's eyes,
1972 years 5 months,
Senior researcher Dr. Martin Brenner and seven other researchers participated in a special research project, but they hid the huge risks of the experiment...Brenner's team went to the circuit court together with the Department of Energy...

Hope continued to promote the microfiche, pointing his finger heavily at a paragraph in the article:
In court, Teri Ives, a woman who participated in the Hawkins experimental project, filed serious accusations against the research team led by Brenner, claiming that the research team falsified her miscarriage records and kidnapped her newborn daughter " Jane Ives", conducting insane human experiments.

There is a photo below this description, a lady around 30 years old, with a very intellectual appearance, long dark blond hair, wearing a fashionable shirt and ladies suit pants, but looks a little nervous and haggard.

……

Wald!
In an instant, a gust of cold air rushed straight from the tailbone to Tianling Gaier!

Goosebumps visible to the naked eye on Dean's neck—

The Teri Ives he was looking for was actually related to the Hawkins Laboratory he had been secretly monitoring.

And this woman not only participated in the Hawkins laboratory project, but also sued the laboratory!
It takes no effort to get it!

Then the system vibrated.

The progress of "Bloodline" jumped from 5.00% to [-]%.

Dean took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and new doubts welled up in his heart.

His parents, Lena and Guangming, two ordinary people, why are they together with Teri, a participant in the Hawkins Lab project?
……

"Is this poor mother who sued the lab the Teri you are looking for?" Hope looked up at Dean's expression,
"Yes, that's her." Dean looked at the sheriff. The sheriff had a melancholy expression on his face, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He seemed to be recalling some past encounters, and he especially sympathized with this woman.

"You believe her accusation?" Dean asked.

"Of course, the Hawkins Laboratory is rich and powerful, and has a deep background. In the United States, powerful people, companies, and organizations can do anything bad." Hope leaned back on the chair, wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, and sighed.
"I didn't realize that our Sergeant Hope has such a sense of justice." Dean said sincerely, and glanced at the administrator lady stretching at the front desk of the library. "Why is it so popular with the women in the town?"

"Don't put a high hat on me, let's get back to the point. Teri Ives has participated in the secret project of the Hawkins Laboratory. Her identity is very sensitive, so her personal information is 100% strictly controlled by the forces behind the laboratory. Lock it down." Hope said, "My old friend hasn't been able to find any information about her for so long."

Dean nodded.

"So how do we find someone?"

"You're lucky." Hope put on the last microfiche, a fragmented corner of the report, with only a short explanation - Teri Ives's accusation was ruled invalid, and because of mental disorders, her sister Bei Qi took her home to take care of her.

"We can't find Teri Ives, but we can start with her sister Betsy." Hope looked at Dean with piercing eyes, and shook a note, "And Betsy's address, I yesterday Please ask your friends to find out, it's in the town next to Hawkins, Teri probably lives with her."

"Great job! Hope! I didn't lend you five thousand dollars for nothing!" Dean excitedly punched the sheriff in the chest, "It's not too late, let's go!

Hope put on his cowboy hat and began to put the miniatures back into the filing cabinet, then gave Dean a look and walked towards the library door,

"Where are you going? After checking the information, I have a date?" The administrator lady trotted to catch up with her skirt, and gave Hope a hand. uneasy. "I helped you a lot, so you just pat your ass and leave?"

"Sorry, time is tight, I don't have time for a date today, I will make it up to you next time." Hope just smiled apologetically, turned around and left gracefully without waiting for the woman to answer.

real man.

Dean gave the sheriff a thumbs up,
"Next time and next time, next time and next time," the woman complained frantically, "Get lost, there will be no next time, I won't accompany you anymore."

But her suicidal remarks failed to win back the man's heart. Chevrolet and Bronco left one after the other, leaving her with a ruthless and cold back.

Falk squid!
The lady administrator raised her middle finger from a distance...

(End of this chapter)