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Chapter 294 - 196: The Powerful ’Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory’, Investigation (April Monthly Ticket Additional Update 9)_3

Chapter 294: Chapter 196: The Powerful ’Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory’, Investigation (April Monthly Ticket Additional Update 9)_3

He still lived in the black poor area and was profoundly affected.

Brian consoled, "Buddy, everyone has their own destiny. What you need to do is save money and move your family to a safer community."

Green nodded.

He had saved quite a bit of money recently and, following the guidance of his senior colleagues, worked part-time every rest day, earning a considerable amount. He estimated that by the beginning of next year, he would have enough funds to relocate.

But taking on part-time work was physically draining.

...

The abandoned car’s discovery site was over thirty kilometers displaced from where Brian had speculated.

It was an uneventful journey.

As they arrived, two highway patrol officers were parked, sitting by the side of the road eating.

Seeing Brian and his companion pull over, the two officers looked up immediately.

Green stepped forward and identified themselves: "We are employees of NW Action Department B6 Group, here to investigate the abandoned vehicle case. Fellas, where’s the valley where the car was found?"

One of the patrol officers swallowed his bite of cold hamburger and pointed towards the forest behind them, "In there, it’s about three kilometers from here. There’s just a footpath; cranes can’t get through. The others are trying to figure out how to hoist those cars up."

"Thank you."

The two parked their car along the roadside and asked the officers to keep an eye on it, then walked in the direction the officer had indicated.

Upon arrival,

a group of people were eating inside a tent that was being set up.

On top of this valley was a flat area where some tire tracks could be seen, presumably left behind when cars were abandoned during rain.

Around the place, a few cars hoisted up by that kind of small wheel lifter were arranged.

The vehicles looked rather new.

Here, ’new’ meant that they hadn’t yet rusted.

That suggested they hadn’t been down there for very long, because if they had, the forest’s high humidity would have caused severe rusting in several areas within a few months.

After identifying themselves,

Brian led Green to check out these vehicles.

The findings were meager.

All these cars showed signs of being struck.

After testing with a blood highlighter spray, no obvious traces of blood were found inside or outside the vehicles.

But on the passenger side of one of the cars, Brian discovered a fast-food cup containing cola. The cup had fallen under the passenger seat with some cola still inside.

This thing definitely wasn’t left there by the perpetrator after having a drink.

It must have been left by the person sitting in the passenger seat: after eating their fast food, they kept their unfinished drink in the car intending to sip it gradually, and during this process, they were attacked or stepped out of the car and never got back in, and the perpetrator drove the car here to dispose of it.

Green, trying to emulate Brian, looked around for a few laps and shook his head as he came to Brian, who was examining the cola cup, "Boss Brian, I couldn’t find any useful clues. All these cars have been through falls and collisions. Even if there were traces, they’ve been destroyed."

"Isn’t this a trace?"

Brian held up the cup in his hand, "This tells us, at the very least, that the perpetrator lured people out of their cars or something caused them to stop temporarily. Moreover, where they disappeared is around town, not truly uninhabited wilderness—an important clue."

After thinking for a moment, Green nodded, "But how do we determine the area where these people disappeared?"

Brian shrugged:

"Just walk through the suspicious sections, and you’ll find out. It’s all down to luck.

By the way, the perpetrator’s living environment is likely not very remote; otherwise, they wouldn’t bother driving the victims’ cars all the way here to dump them.

The perpetrator must be a local, familiar with the surroundings.

Plus, these cars could have been easily dealt with, but were abandoned by him, which means his motive for killing wasn’t money...

These are all clues.

Clues won’t tell you anything by themselves; you have to learn to use your brain, Green."

Green nodded, taking the lesson to heart.

Green left his phone number.

The two returned to the highway, with Brian taking the wheel, swaying along the road.

Seeing Brian drive so smoothly and even successfully taking him to a town for lunch and a fuel-up, Green finally believed that Brian had truly memorized the entire electronic map.

Brian’s the real deal, what a freak!

Green couldn’t help but envy him in his heart.

During their journey, they also visited Tengteng Town, which Brian was particularly suspicious of.

The small town actually didn’t look too bad, but there were hardly any people on the streets, only occasionally could one see an old man driving a pickup, carrying some timber back from outside.

Brian and Green did not go to the town’s police station to inquire about the situation.

Pretending to be passing travelers in need of supplies, they approached an old lady at a general store and chatted her up, learning that there were no young people staying here anymore.

The unique geological environment was not suitable for cultivation, and being close to a bustling place like Los Angeles, young people had many choices.

Most of the youth had established their lives elsewhere, leaving only some old bachelors or elderly families to fend for themselves here.

Every week, people from the neighboring Harvest Town would drive over to sell supplies and food.

The shopkeeper was quite happy with the arrival of Brian and Green.

According to her, ordinary passing drivers would resupply in the neighboring Harvest Town, and few came this way, so when a stranger appeared in town, it was a rare event and everyone would remember it for a long time.

Brian also inquired about the mining tunnels.

The mine, being hidden and complex, was quite suitable for conducting illegal activities.

"Mines?"

The old lady from the general store shook her head: "More than ten years ago, a company bought that place. Most of our town’s pensions are paid out by them. I’ve been there, and I don’t know what the people from that company are doing, but there is a guard, and the town’s police chief is very respectful to them. Sometimes, we even see military helicopters coming over."

Speaking of which,

She handed Brian an old flyer: "By the way, if you are passing through Harvest Town, you might want to see Alice’s Secret Realm. It’s beautiful, and nearby you’ll often find single men and women having gatherings, hoping to meet their other half. Maybe you will also have a beautiful encounter."

"Alice’s Secret Realm?"

Green laughed: "Sounds like something out of a fairy tale. Is it a tourist spot?"

The old lady shook her head:

"It’s no tourist spot, just a garden built by a poor soul for his daughter.

His wife and daughter died of illnesses one after the other.

All he has left now is that garden.

Those flowers are well tended by the poor guy.

Some wealthy person once offered to buy that garden for over a million US dollars, but he refused.

However, for the sake of earning a living, he opened up the garden for gatherings and visits, and the people from the nearby towns felt sorry for him, so whenever outsiders come by, they help recommend the place, eh."

The old lady, probably really having not seen outsiders for a long time, was extremely enthusiastic, especially warm to Brian, and even wanted to invite them for dinner. This was until an old man came in, jealously questioning what she was doing, and only then she let them go.

After thanking the warm-hearted old lady,

The two headed to the address for ’Alice’s Secret Realm’ listed in the brochure.

They both felt there was something suspicious about this place.

Just as they were about to leave the town, a disheveled old man stood by the roadside, suddenly waving at their car, blurting out unclearly, "Don’t go to the garden, don’t go to the garden."

Brian quickly hit the brakes and looked towards the old man.

Before he could ask, the old man ran nervously into the house by the road and tightly closed the door.

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling a hint of strangeness.

Green swallowed hard: "Boss Brian, don’t you think our current experience feels a bit like a scene from a horror story?"

Brian rolled his eyes and pointed to the arsenal in the backseat: "Buddy, we are the walking horror. Get out, let’s ask around and clear this up!"

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