Demon Hunter and His Hut

"cough!"

The old man spit out thick phlegm on the grass leaves under his feet. He took a mouthful of cigarettes and squinted his eyes to look at Luo Roger who was coming in the distance.

"I'm not."

"who are you?"

The old man asked rhetorically.

Roger took out his ID and saw the photo and the steel seal on it. The old man's eyes shrank and he became more cautious.

"Is there something going on around here?"

The old man asked with some worry.

He touched his shotgun, "I only go up the mountain occasionally. This should not be a game reserve."

Roger smiled, "Don't worry, I'm just here to investigate some things related to Bai Xingshu's summer camp."

Hearing what he said, the old man suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Do you live near here?"

"Do you know this summer camp?"

Roger asked.

"Why don't you know that every summer camp recruits people nearby. I have worked here for a long time."

"Mainly responsible for taking the children here for field activities."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"Can you take me around in the summer camp?" He opened his wallet, took out a few banknotes and passed them to the old man's hands.

"May be delayed to your work, it's a little compensation."

Touching the banknotes in his hand, the old man's mouth opened with a grin.

When dealing with low-level laborers like him who live in remote areas, sometimes money is often more useful than documents.

The restraint on his face disappeared, and the old man took Roger into the summer camp. At first, the two were just chatting, and Roger didn't ask too many in-depth questions.

He didn't stop until he saw a photo on the exhibition wall in the summer camp cabin.

The photo faded and turned yellow, but Roger could still recognize that it was exactly the same as the photo he got from Travis.

"Do you know the people above?"

The old man took the photo, "That was my third year in the summer camp." He pointed to the people in the photo.

"The bad guys are really impressive."

"Do you remember them?"

"Why don't you remember?"

The old man wiped the dust off the photo.

"The number of people in that year was exceptionally large, and when management was unavoidable, I later occasionally heard the person in charge call others."

"It seems that something happened at the summer camp."

"What's the matter?" Roger's heart jumped.

The old man took a breath, "I heard that it was a girl who was... hey..."

"Except for the person involved, no one knows exactly what happened."

The old man squinted his eyes, "But everyone is not a fool. Even if you guess through some clues afterwards, you can probably guess who it is."

"This kid is the one who did bad things."

The old man pointed to a figure in the photo.

"As for whether there are other companions, it's not clear."

Looking at Judd's bright smiling face in the photo, Roger felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

"Do you remember that girl's name?"

There is no figure in the photo that I am looking for, but now I think about it, if something like that really happened to me, I am afraid that no girl is still in the mood to attend the end party of the summer camp.

And leave a group photo.

"first name?"

The old man frowned, "It's too long, I can't remember."

"Is it Danielle?" Roger asked.

"No...not the name."

The old man shook his head, "That girl's name is very special. Although I can't remember it, it's obviously not this."

"No?"

Roger was taken aback for a moment.

With all the clues connected together, he thought he could find the cause of the incident at Baixingshu Summer Camp.

If the victim of the year was really Danielle, then a series of things she did later can be explained clearly.

But now... the victim is not her?

"Could it be her relatives?"

Roger thought of another possibility.

In three years, if there is no plastic surgery, a person's appearance changes are very limited, even if Judd did not notice the clues at first, but he and Danielle have been dating for a long time.

The problem will definitely be found.

It's impossible that he or a few others didn't pay attention to each other's appearance when they were violent three years ago, right?

This possibility shouldn't be great.

So the victim is Danielle's relative or friend?

Roger was big for a while.

"Do you have the list of participants in this summer camp?" Roger suddenly thought of something.

The old man was stunned, "List?"

"I'm not the management, how could there be such a thing?"

"If you want to find it, you can only find their person in charge."

Roger frowned. The person in charge provided by the police had tried to call Roger, but no one answered.

"If you want to find her, I have a phone number here. You can call it and try."

The old man suddenly spoke.

Taking out his cell phone and jot down the call, Roger followed the old man around the camp again. Behind the camp, after climbing over a hill, there was a calm, crystal-like lake.

Crystal Lake.

When crime happened here a few years ago, was it as peaceful as ever?

After leaving the summer camp, Roger called the person in charge, Ashley, a middle-aged woman with a successful career.

Unfortunately, the call was still not connected. Roger called the police station again, asking them to expand the investigation of Danielle's interpersonal relationship.

As for whether these guys will actually do things, Roger is always skeptical.

Suddenly seeming to be in a state of nothing to do, Roger drove back to Marshtown and went to Henrik's hideout for a short rest.

It's probably hard to sleep tonight.

After lunch, he went to the police station again and got the information he wanted.

Searching page by page, Roger never found a target of similar age.

Many other thoughts popped up in his head.

What if Danielle has nothing to do with the events of the Bai Xingshu summer camp that year?

Then my current investigation direction is completely wrong, after all, there should be some clues, even if it is like Hannum in the previous mission.

What he did and the people he killed can also find an inner connection.

There are many ways to kill people. If you can't find a clue to the motive, you can't analyze the specific situation, and you can't pinpoint it accurately.

While thinking about it, there was a buzzing sound from the phone, and it was the old man I saw working in the summer camp not long ago.

"Hey, I remember."

"Go back and chat with the neighbors who worked together ~ www.wuxiahere.com~ They still remember the girl's name."

Roger pricked his ears.

"She's Amelika, a very special name."

"Amelia."

Roger hung up and dialed Ashley again. This time after a long wait, the call was finally connected.

"Hey?"

A tired and drunken voice came across.

"I'm Roger of the FBI. We are investigating the vicious incident at White Oak Summer Camp three years ago."

"We all know about Amelika."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a crackling noise from the other side, and a frightened voice came.

"What do you all know?"