"Thank you for your cooperation."

Roger smiled and said goodbye to Travis' mother.

"You're Betty's friend, and you're my friend."

The middle-aged woman's attitude eased a lot, and she even sent Roger to the door.

When the door is opened, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the edge of the house, gilding it with a faint red light.

In the distance, a group of people were rushing towards the depths of the swamp, and in a trance, Roger felt that the back of one of the people walking in front of him looked a little similar to Betty.

"Do you want to go to the swamp so late?"

Roger asked casually.

"It's our custom here, and it's only at midnight that we can hear the call of our ancestors and get in touch with the gods."

Roger didn't say anything, said hello, and left.

He drove the car out of the gathering place, and the sun on the horizon faded away, and the surroundings became dark.

Pulling the car into a bush on the side of the road, Roger broke off some more branches and covered it.

With that done, he packed up his things and quietly returned to the gathering place.

There were a lot of things he didn't have to ask about just now, so he planned to sneak in and investigate.

When it was completely dark, Roger made a big circle and slowly approached Travis's home.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, he used the tools provided by Henrik to pry open a window on the second floor and quietly slipped in.

He was like a tanuki, and he didn't make a sound.

A woman's prayer could be heard downstairs.

Roger listened carefully and found that it was a language he had never heard before, and his voice was rapid and dull.

There are a total of 4 rooms on the entire second floor, Roger opened one of them, the furniture in the room looks a little old, but it is very well kept, it looks like it should be the master bedroom.

Roger stepped forward and gently pushed open a door on the opposite side.

There was no light on, and the room was dim, but this did not affect Roger's vision, single bed, desk, computer.

Apparently this is Travis's room, and the room should be cleaned regularly, so it's been a while since Travis died, but the room doesn't look messy.

Roger closed the door and rummaged through the room.

Travis is black, and Danielle is white, and with the xenophobic nature of this town, there is absolutely no way that Travis's mother will allow her son to find a white girl to be his girlfriend.

The pages of the books, the corners of the room, the bottom of the bed, the drawers, Roger carefully rummaged through, but unfortunately found nothing.

"Isn't there a trace left?"

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps on the other side of the stairs, and Roger was startled, Travis's room was facing the hallway, and he couldn't rush out now.

With a quick glance, Roger's figure moved behind the door.

Behind the door was a simple hanger that would normally be full of Travis's clothes, but now it was empty, and there was no way to hide a person.

Footsteps stopped at the door.

Roger took a deep breath, and if Travis's mother really found him, he would have to run away.

This kind of thing happened, and it was already difficult for this middle-aged woman, and Roger didn't want to clash with her.

"Squeak!"

The door opened.

The woman's shadow instantly filled the room.

Roger was always ready.

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman stepped forward and closed the door.

Then there was a sound of a key flipping, and another door next to it was opened.

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

"Locked in your own room?"

Roger was slightly stunned, he pricked up his ears, but heard a faint voice coming from the crack in the door.

"Don't be afraid, my dear darling......"

"You've ...... Rest assured......"

Then there was a faint cry.

Roger quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged woman showed at this time like the emotions that a mother who has lost her son should have.

Let's go.

Roger was just about to come out of the corner, but his toes unconsciously kicked into the corner of the cabinet next to him.

A soft thud came.

The wooden block in the corner of the cabinet popped out entirely, revealing a palm-sized gap.

I was happy.

Roger bent down and took out a tin box from the gap.

I opened the tin box, and on it were a few photos.

Roger recognized the girl in the photo at a glance.

Danielle.

There aren't many indescribable images in the photo, but Danielle is dressed in an extremely revealing way, and her eyes seem to be dripping water, looking directly at the person outside the photo.

"This woman ......"

The situation is already obvious, Danielle is either the mastermind or the accomplice, in short, the deaths of Travis and Judd are absolutely inseparable from her.

took out a few photos, but the things below made Roger slightly stunned.

It was a wisp of black ...... Hair?

Thinking of what Travis had done with this mass of hair and photos, Roger felt a chill.

Shaking his head slightly, Roger strangely noticed that there was a strange smell in the air.

His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and his face changed suddenly.

"Is there a psychedelic element to this?"

Put the photo back on the tin box, and the smell in the air gradually dissipated.

"What the hell is this woman doing?"

After putting away the tin box and quietly pushing open the door, there was silence in the hallway, and just as Roger was about to push the door and leave, there was a screeching phone ring downstairs.

Travis's mother pushed the door open and walked downstairs, and Roger glanced at the hidden door not far away.

Travis had something missing from his room, which looked like it had been taken by his mother, and there might be more clues there.

Roger hesitated, but gave up the idea, the other party might come up at any time.

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman who answered the phone did not return upstairs, but put on her clothes and pushed open the door and left.

Roger's face was happy, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he quickly came out of the room, and then pushed open the door opposite.

The room across from it was much larger than Travis's, and the smell of vanilla was in the air.

There was a ring of white candles in the room.

The flickering firelight illuminated the room in a trance.

In order to prevent his shadow from being reflected in the window by the light and being discovered by others, Roger quietly bent down.

At the moment of bending over, the corner of his eye swept away, and he saw a person lying in a rocking chair in the depths of the room!

A cool breath rushed to the top of his head, and Roger subconsciously clenched the short knife, in this narrow space, the short knife had a greater effect than the long sword.

Although the candle flame was dim, Roger could still see the other party's face clearly.

His black skin was pale from death, and his face, though distorted, could still be discerned from what he was before birth.

That's Travis.

Travis has been dead for at least a month!