After Luke asked the sisters what happened and the details of the horror story, the two set off again.
The car first got on No. 1 highway, turned around and circled back, got on No. 73 highway and drove southeast again.
Finally, they detoured into a country road and drove for forty minutes. The two arrived at this place called Chunmu Town.
When the car entered the town, both of them faintly felt that the town was shrouded in an uneasy atmosphere, and the pedestrians who passed by seemed in a hurry, and seemed indifferent to everything around them.
The two occasionally caught sight of certain residents from the open car window, and the other party quickly turned away, not intending to say hello, but as if avoiding the plague.
Not long after entering the town, their car was stopped.
A sheriff in a khaki police uniform was outside the driver's seat, bowing his body, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Luke looked calm, put his hands on the steering wheel, and gestured to himself and Selina: "We are the staff of the No. 37 Middle School campsite, and we want to talk to Will Rawlins about something."
The sheriff frowned: "What do you want to talk to him about?"
Luke still smiled: "Will did something bad when he was camping two days ago. The dean asked him to come back to calm down, but this is not punishment. After all, camping is a holiday for children, so he is alone. Exclusions don't feel right, so here we are."
The sheriff's expression relaxed: "That's right, you just go to Will's house directly."
Luke snorted and asked indifferently, "Is there anything going on here? We didn't see many people when we came here."
The security officer's expression froze, and he said coldly, "We don't have many residents here."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Luke watched the sheriff drive away, started the car himself, and sighed softly: "It seems that they are in a lot of trouble."
If it was a small trouble, the magistrate wouldn't be so alarmed.
Selena was on the side, checking the information of Chunmu Town all the time, and said: "There is nothing special here. The population is not too big, the economy is not bad, and the security situation here in the database is also within the normal range, bad There are not many criminal cases. Except for this... "
She casually placed the tablet on the center console, and continued: "More than ten years ago, a serial murder occurred here, and it was featured in many newspapers in Los Angeles."
Luke casually glanced at the photo of the old newspaper headline on the tablet: "Child serial killer? Not caught?"
Selena reached out and clicked on the tablet a few times: "No, because there was not enough evidence to arrest the suspect at the time, so..."
Luke: "He got away with it, and now he's committing crimes again?"
Selena shook her head, and another photo of a newspaper headline appeared on the tablet: "So, the suspect was blocked by angry parents into an abandoned church outside the town, and then burned to ashes by a fire."
Luke snorted, "Incinerate? Are you kidding me?" It's not easy for people to be incinerated, and funeral homes need special incinerators to achieve this effect.
With fuel such as wood, coke can be produced at most, and it is impossible to ash. After the bones are burned, recrystallization will occur, which can be regarded as a counterfeit relic.
Selena nodded: "Because the police did not find the suspect's body, it is doubtful that the parents burned the suspect to death, and no one went to jail. However, the suspect has disappeared since then."
Luke: "Okay, what is this unlucky ashes doing?"
Selena: "Caucasian male, born in 1948, date of month unknown, height 5 feet 10 inches. Was once a gardener at the kindergarten in Badham, a small town, or a janitor? He disappeared in 1990. So far there is no evidence that he is still alive. alive."
Luke wanted to scratch his head a little: "Born in 48? Isn't he in his fifties now?"
Could this guy live forever? Or is he so talented that someone 60 years younger can still run out to kill
He still has doubts about this.
After all, nothing is surprising in this world.
For example, a certain person whom Stark calls an old popsicle sleeps for seventy years, and fights all over the world when he wakes up, without looking old at all.
While the two were talking, Luke drove the car to the home of Will Rollins' classmate.
The house of this family looks very good, and the financial situation is not bad, maybe this is why Will can go to Los Angeles to study in high school.
Knocked on the door, talked with Will's father and Will himself for half an hour, and the two came out again.
Luke lowered his voice and said to Will's father who was delivering to the door: "I will explain Will's situation to Juliet, but there is little hope of letting him go back. You know, the children at the campsite are now The mood is not quite right, and student Will's current mood is also...not stable."
Will's father smiled wryly and nodded: "Well, my request is too presumptuous."
Luke sighed, and said: "If possible, it's best to let him change his environment and not stay in this town. This will have a very bad impact on his present and future."
Father Will nodded silently and watched the two leave.
After the two got into the car, Selena frowned: "This Will has a mental problem, right? I feel that his condition is very strange, it seems... he hasn't slept well for several days."
Luke shook his head: "Who knows."
"Where are you going now?" Selina asked casually, looking ahead.
Luke: "Go and find that Chris Fowles, she was the first witness to the suicide."
The two drove to the other side of the town, on a gently rolling hilly area, where various styles of stone monuments stood.
Under an awning, twenty or thirty people were sitting there. In front of them was a coffin, and a priest was reading a eulogy.
This is the town's cemetery.
According to the information they found at the police station, the middle school student lying in the coffin was Dean Russell who died a few days ago.
A few days ago, he slit his own neck with a knife in a fast food restaurant.
There were several witnesses to the horrific scene, but strangely, Will said that playmates in the town told him that it was the devil who killed Dean.
That's why Will gets picked on by Jeff's twin daughters.
After all, it is always difficult for people who have seen the devil to produce evidence.
After waiting for more than twenty minutes, the funeral was over.
Watching the crowd disperse, Luke walked over.
At this time, a boy walked up to a girl, and the two stood in front of the shelf of Dean's life photo, talking about something.
After getting closer, Luke's keen ears heard the conversation between the two.
The boy asked, "Chris, did you know Dean when you were a kid?"