Roger flipped through the information in his hand.

"That's not what you said before."

Danielle rolled her eyes nonchalantly, "So what do you want me to say?" ”

"Tell them Judd drowned with cramps while doing that with me?"

"That's going to get me in big trouble."

Roger's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But now you're telling the truth."

In fact, he couldn't even tell whether what the girl in front of him said was true or false.

"You're not like them."

A hint of surprise flashed in Danielle's eyes.

"Those guys just want to close the case quickly, I know what kind of answer they want to hear, but you're not, and if I lie, I'm afraid it will make you suspicious."

"I don't want to get in trouble."

"Judd's death was an accident, and I'm sorry."

"Huh."

What had just happened in the room, Roger didn't see any sorry thoughts about the girl.

After carefully inquiring about the specific time and details, and after confirming that nothing was missed, Roger left Danielle's contact information, and then turned to leave.

Before he could go far, the sound of fierce fighting could be heard in the room again.

Roger frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"Judd's death was an accident, that Alan either drank or smoked something, most of them were also accidents, as for the fourth deceased, Jonathan."

"Although the way he died seems to be the closest to a supernatural event, the legend about Crystal Lake is full of loopholes, and this kind of often seems the most abnormal, but it is normal."

Roger drove away from the Daniel family's house, and instead of returning to the town, he drove deeper into the swamp.

Of the four deceased, there is the least information about Travis, the second deceased.

He was a black man living in a black colony far from the town center, and when agents from the town center police department went to investigate, Travis's family was not cooperative.

It seems that there was not much reaction to Travis's death, and after several negotiations without results, Travis's death was characterized as an accident, and after his family signed the documents, the case was hastily closed.

Roger is now going to Travis' home.

To be honest, he also had a headache in the face of such an extremely xenophobic small gathering place, and he didn't even know if the documents in his hand would work.

The weather in Marsh Town is not bad today, and although the clouds are a little thicker, at least you can see the sun.

Roger's car drove into the gathering place, and he drove very slowly, and he could clearly feel the gaze of the residents of the gathering place on his foreign vehicle along the way.

After parking the car, Roger rang the doorbell.

There was the sound of footsteps in the room, and it didn't take long for the cold voice of a middle-aged woman to come.

"I don't know you."

"People like you are not welcome here!"

Roger took out his ID and identified himself according to the procedure.

After a long while, the door opened, and a slightly chubby middle-aged woman stood in the doorway, looking at Roger with a scrutinizing face.

After double checking, Roger was let into the house.

"I've already said everything I can say, what else do you want to ask?"

A woman's attitude can no longer be described as cold.

It felt as if Roger's arrival had shattered some kind of peace.

Eyes swept quickly over the room, and a smile appeared on Roger's face, "No need to do that, you can just think of this as a conversation between friends." ”

"Friends?" The middle-aged woman still had a stiff face.

"That's right."

Roger nodded.

"My colleague's daughter is very good friends with a girl who lives here, and she came here more than a week ago."

Roger had heard a few words from Amanda and knew that Betty lived here, and he had no other way but to try to pull the relationship around.

"The red-haired girl?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned, the expression on her face softened slightly, there are very few outsiders here, and even fewer whites.

Betty used to take Amanda around with her, and her trademark red hair made an impression on many people.

"You remember her."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"That friend of hers is called Betty, you know what?"

"Betty?"

Hearing this name, the expression on the middle-aged woman's face changed suddenly, and the frost on her face instantly disintegrated.

"You're her friends?"

Hearing Roger call Betty's name, the woman's attitude changed drastically.

"So I said it was just a conversation between friends."

Roger beats the snake with the stick.

"There's nothing left to investigate about Travis, the prophet gave me a revelation that Travis has returned to the arms of God."

"It's the best place for him."

Speaking of her son's death, the middle-aged woman actually smiled at the corner of her mouth.

This strange state made Roger shocked.

There was a picture hanging on the wall near the living room, and Roger picked it up and exclaimed, "What a handsome young man." ”

The woman nodded, "Travis has always been very good, both in grades and otherwise, that's why he was chosen." ”

There was no trace of sadness in her tone, and Roger didn't even know what tone he should continue the conversation.

"Now that I think about it, Travis must have had some inspiration before he died, and for a while he seemed to be very excited and a little nervous."

The middle-aged woman said suddenly.

"When was that?" Roger asked.

"For a while, shortly before he died, I thought he had a girlfriend."

The woman smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's really superficial to think about it now, he should have been called." ”

"He had a girlfriend at the time?"

The middle-aged woman nodded.

"A girl named Danielle."

"I also secretly looked at his phone to find out."

"Danielle?"

Roger was slightly stunned.

"When was that?"

The middle-aged woman looked puzzled.

"A month ago."

Roger quickly calculated the time.

"Judd wasn't dead at that time, if it wasn't for the same name, then this Danielle was stepping on two boats at that time!"

Roger had a headache.

"Is this really an ordinary accident, or a love killing?"

But looking at the strange expression on the face of the woman opposite, Roger couldn't even tell if the woman was insane, or if she was really so calm about her son's death.

"There's something wrong with this Danielle."

At this point, Roger didn't even know whether he should continue or not, and he remembered what Henrik had told him.

"We're demon hunters, not cops."

He rubbed his forehead.

"Keep investigating, maybe there's an unknown truth hidden in this."

Roger sighed, if it ends so hastily, I'm afraid the task on the Hunter Guild's side will not be completed.