Demon Hunter and His Hut

"cough!"

The old man spit out thick phlegm on the grass leaves under his feet. He took a breath of cigarette and squinted at Luo Luojie who was walking in the distance.

"I'm not."

"who are you?"

The old man asked back.

Roger took out his ID, and when he saw the photo and the steel seal on it, the old man's eyes narrowed and he became cautious.

"What's going on around here?"

The old man asked worriedly.

He touched his shotgun, "I only go up the mountain occasionally. This shouldn't be a hunting sanctuary."

Roger smiled, "Don't worry, I'm just here to investigate something related to the White Xingshu Summer Camp."

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

"You live near here?"

"Do you know about this summer camp?"

Roger asked.

"How can I not know that every summer camp recruits people nearby. I used to work 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 the summer camp?" He opened his wallet, took out a few banknotes and handed them to the old man.

"Maybe it will delay your work, which is a little compensation."

Touching the banknotes in his hand, the corners of the old man's mouth grinned.

Dealing with low-level laborers like him living in remote areas, sometimes money is often more useful than documents.

The nervousness on his face disappeared, and the old man took Roger to the interior of 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 log cabin.

The photo was faded and yellowed, but Roger could still recognize it was the exact same photo he had taken from Travis.

"You know the people above?"

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

"Those bad boys are really impressive."

"Do you remember them?"

"Why don't you remember?"

The old man wiped the dust off the photo.

"There were so many people in that year, and it was inevitable that there would be negligence in management. Later, I accidentally heard the person in charge calling others."

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

"What's the matter?" Roger's heart skipped a beat.

The old man took a breath, "I heard that when a girl was swimming, she was... sigh..."

"No one knows what's going on except the parties involved."

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."

"It's this kid who did the bad things."

The old man pointed to a figure in the photo.

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

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

"Do you remember that girl's name?"

There was not the figure I was looking for in the photo, but thinking about it now, if something like that really happened to me, I'm afraid no girl would still be in the mood to attend the end party of the summer camp.

And leave a group photo.

"name?"

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

"Is it Danielle?" Roger asked.

"No...not that 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 one."

"no?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

All the clues were linked together, and he thought he could find the cause of the incident at the Baixingshu summer camp.

If the victim back then was really Danielle, then a series of things she did later could be explained.

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 change is very limited, even if Judd didn't find the clue at first, he and Danielle have been dating for a long time.

Problems are bound to be found.

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

It shouldn't be very likely.

So the victim was a relative or friend of Danielle?

Roger shook his head.

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

The old man was stunned, "List?"

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

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

Roger frowned. Roger had tried to dial the number in charge provided by the police, but no one answered.

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

The old man spoke suddenly.

Taking out his mobile phone and writing down the call, Roger followed the old man around the camp again. At the back of the camp, after climbing over a hill, there was a calm lake like crystal.

Crystal Lake.

Was it as peaceful as ever when sin happened here a few years ago?

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

But unfortunately, the call was still not connected, and Roger called the police again to ask them to expand their investigation into Danielle's relationship.

As for whether these guys will actually work, Roger has always been skeptical.

Suddenly seeming to be in a state of nothing to do, Roger drove back to Swamp Town to rest a little at Henrik's hideout.

It may be difficult to sleep tonight.

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

Searching page by page, Roger still couldn't find a target of the same age.

Many other ideas popped into his head.

What if Danielle had nothing to do with what happened at the White Almond Summer Camp?

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

There is an inner connection between what he does and the people he kills.

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

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

"Hey, I remembered."

"I went back and talked to my neighbors who worked with me. They still remember the girl's name."

Roger pricked up his ears.

"Her name is Amelica, a very special name."

"Amelica."

Roger hung up and called Ashley again, and this time, after a long wait, the call finally got through.

"Hey?"

A tired and drunken voice came from the other side.

"I'm FBI Agent Roger, and we're investigating the vicious incident at White Oak camp three years ago."

"We all know about Amelica."

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

"What do you all know?"