It turned out that the group of brats were misled by the bloody clothes Anne left behind, and they followed the path to find them.
They are more familiar with the neighborhood, and know that apart from the hotel, there are only people here.
They searched the hotel and found the traces of Steve and the two leaving after they had been there. Coupled with the point of the bloody clothes, they came to this small villa.
After discovering Wade Davis, panicked and irritable, they decided that Wade hid Steve and the others.
Not only did Steve discover the weeds they secretly planted, but he was also seriously injured by several of them.
They couldn't let Steve and Jenny go.
So they tied Wade up again for interrogation.
What happened to Steve was also on Wade, and it happened again.
When Luke's question was about the same, the brat asked in a daze: "Can you take me, did I go to the hospital? I feel so cold."
Luke sighed and shook his head: "It's unnecessary, you won't survive the hospital."
The brat looked blank: "Huh?"
Luke: "You're bleeding a lot, and it will take at least an hour to get to the hospital from here."
Despair flashed in the bear's eyes: "Help, help me! Please, please."
Luke was silent for a moment, and asked, "When you tie people up and cut them with knives, don't they really want to live?"
The bear boy looked terrified: "No, we didn't do it on purpose, we were just, just scared..."
Luke sighed and stood up: "In your next life, remember to be a good boy."
At this moment, the brat's breathing also stopped.
"So, you really can't live that long." He looked at the bear's body and murmured.
From the inquiry just now, Luke has already determined that these brats just want to kill people to silence them.
They've got a weed spot near here, which is why they often come here to camp.
In fact, they regularly come to the fields to harvest the weeds and sell them.
And Steve and the two broke into the place where they planted weeds because they asked them for a car.
In other words, these brats are already a group of weed dealers.
Luke didn't kill them himself, it was... Jason's face.
Of the other two children who were shot, one was hit in the head and died on the spot.
Another injury was worse than this last one, and Luke was not breathing when he entered.
Therefore, there are no living people here.
Luke figured out this series of things, got up and went out, quickly cleaned up some scenes in the woods, and then returned to the Eden Lake camp.
Sitting on the porch of the cabin, he drank the hot coffee he had just made from the kitchen and looked at the ball of steel cables that moved outside the house from time to time.
The surrounding mountains and forests were as dark as ink, the wind and rain continued, and lightning pierced the night sky from time to time, but Luke's heart was peaceful.
Two hours later, several bright headlights pierced through the rain and quickly approached the wooden house.
Luke got up and went back into the house.
Several people got off the four black suvs, and one of them knocked on the door: "Detective Luke Coulson?"
Luke stood up and said, "Come in, the door is unlocked."
The man in black combat uniform stepped into the door, looked at Luke for a while, and then took out his ID card and handed it over: "FBI, we have been notified to take over the "target" you found."
Luke took the documents, and after looking carefully, he realized that these people were not from the Seventeenth Branch of the FBI, but from a branch called the Joint Advanced Research Group.
He handed back the papers: "Agent Flagg, he's outside, and I tied him up with a steel cable."
Agent Flage nodded: "Thank you very much for your cooperation."
Luke hummed and reminded: "Be careful, ordinary firearms are basically ineffective against him, and I can only trap him with a steel cable."
Flagg laughed, full of determination: "Don't worry, Detective Luke, we are professionals."
Luke also laughed: "That's good. I thought it was the 17th branch who came this time. They are more experienced in dealing with this kind of thing."
Fleger was stunned for a moment: "Seventeen branch?"
Luke still smiled: "Yes, Team Leader Wells and I have also cooperated twice, and he is a good guy."
Fleger restrained his smile, stared at him for a moment, and then said: "This way, it will be much more convenient."
He took out a document from the backpack behind him: "Confidentiality agreement, do you understand?"
Luke took it and quickly browsed through it. The content on it was similar to the several S.H.I.E.L.D. agreements he had signed before, and there was nothing special about it.
He took out a signature pen, signed his name, and handed it back: "The crime happened across the lake, in a small villa behind the hill. The dead included several camping children and several Los Angeles county police officers. In addition, A criminal suspected of killing the police and fleeing was also killed by the thing outside, I need news of the criminal's death to go back and close the case, is that okay?"
Fleger put away the documents and said casually: "We will take over the investigation. In a few days, I will send you a report on the case."
After finishing speaking, he realized that the little police detective had just mentioned the 17th Branch and the Wells team leader.
After a pause, Fleger added: "In the report, the dead here were all killed by bandits of unknown origin, do you understand?"
Luke smiled and nodded, expressing his understanding.
Everything is subject to that report, and what is mentioned in the report is the official conclusion.
He didn't care too much about the follow-up, as long as the murder case was settled by the way.
The point is, he wanted to pass on the news of Wade Davis' death.
At that time, it was not known how long the Wolf-Ellsworth real estate company would survive.
In this regard, Luke will wait and see.
An hour later, Luke drove the pickup truck back to the motel near the hospital.
After getting out of the car and going upstairs, he glanced at the surprised innkeeper and smiled at him.
The innkeeper shivered, feeling a little nervous.
After Luke went upstairs, the innkeeper hesitated for a while and dialed a number, but... no one answered.
He was apprehensive, and after thinking nervously for a moment, he called the police again: "Hey, I have a suspect here..."
A few minutes later, the hotel owner put down the phone in astonishment, and the operator's answer echoed in his mind: "...you don't have a record of the county police's attendance, please don't make harassing calls, this is an emergency line. If you continue to occupy it at will, we will It will be recorded and a ticket will be sent to you."
Innkeeper: …
Thinking about Luke's half-smile expression when he went upstairs just now, he felt as if he was involved in some dangerous incident.
Luke returned to his room and knocked on the door: "Annie, it's me."
The sound of hurried footsteps came, and the door opened, Annie looked terrified: "You, why are you back? A few policemen were looking for you just now, you should hide quickly, don't be found by them..."