"Ahem!"

The old man spat on the blades of grass at his feet, took a puff on his cigarette, and squinted at Luo Roger, who was walking in the distance.

"I'm not."

"Who are you?"

The old man asked rhetorically.

Roger took out his ID and saw the photo and stamp on it, and the old man's gaze shrank and became cautious.

"Is there something going on around here?"

The old man asked with some concern.

He touched his shotgun, "I only go up the mountain occasionally, this shouldn't be a no-go hunting area." ”

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

Hearing him say this, the old man suddenly relaxed a lot.

"You live near here?"

"Do you know about this summer camp?"

Roger asked.

"How could I not know that every year the summer camp has to recruit people nearby, and I used to work here for a long time."

"I'm mainly responsible for taking the kids here out in the field."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"Can you show me around the camp?" He opened his wallet, pulled out a few banknotes, and handed them to the old man.

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

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

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

The restraint on his face disappeared, and the old man walked towards the interior of the summer camp with Roger, at first the two were just chatting, and Roger didn't ask too many in-depth questions.

It wasn't until he saw a photograph on the wall of the summer camp cabin that he stopped.

The photo was faded and yellowed, but Roger was still able to recognize that it was exactly the same as the one he had gotten from Travis.

"Do you know anyone up there?"

The old man took the photo, "It was my third year at summer camp. He pointed to the few 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 a lot of people who came that year, and it was inevitable that there would be negligence in management, and I later happened to hear the person in charge call someone else."

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

"What's the matter?" Roger's heart jumped.

The old man took a puff on his cigarette, "I heard that it was a girl who was ...... while swimming. Alas......"

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

The old man narrowed his eyes, "But everyone is not stupid, even if you guess through some clues afterwards, you can probably guess who it is." ”

"This kid is the one who does the bad thing."

The old man pointed to a figure in the photograph.

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

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

"Do you remember that girl's name?"

The photo doesn't show the figure I'm looking for, but now that I think about it, if something like that really happened to me, I'm afraid no girl would still be in the mood for the end 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 called Danielle?" Roger asked.

"No...... Not the name. ”

The old man shook his head, "That girl's name is very special, although I can't remember it, but obviously not this. ”

"Isn't it?"

Roger was slightly stunned.

All the clues were strung together, and he thought he could find the cause of the incident at the White Apricot Tree Summer Camp.

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

Can ...... now The victim wasn't her?

"Could it be her relatives?"

Roger thought of another possibility.

In three years, if there is no plastic surgery, a person's appearance changes are very limited, even if Judd didn't find the clue at first, but he and Danielle have been dating for a long time.

Problems will also be discovered.

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

This is not very likely.

So the victim was Danielle's family member or friend?

Roger had a big head.

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

The old man was stunned, "List?"

"I'm not management, how can there be that kind of thing?"

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

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

"If you're looking for her, I've got a phone number here, you can call and try it."

The old man said suddenly.

Taking out his phone and writing it down, Roger followed the old man around the camp again, and at the back of the camp, over a hill, was a lake as calm as crystal.

Crystal Lake.

When the sin happened here a few years ago, was it as calm as ever?

Leaving the summer camp, Roger dialed the phone number of the person in charge, Ashley, a middle-aged woman with a successful career.

Unfortunately, the call still didn't go through, and Roger called the police station again to ask them to expand their investigation into Danielle's relationships.

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

Suddenly, seemingly in a state of having nothing to do, Roger drove back to Swamp Town and went to Henrik's hideout for a short rest.

I guess it's hard to sleep tonight.

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

Rummaging through pages and pages, Roger never found a target of the same age.

There were a lot of other thoughts that popped into his head.

What if Danielle had nothing to do with the events of the White Apricot Tree Summer Camp back then?

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

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

There are many ways to kill people, and if you can't find clues about the motive, you can't analyze the specific situation, and you can't accurately lock down.

While I was thinking about it, there was a buzzing sound on my phone, and it was the old man I saw working at the summer camp not long ago.

"Hey, I remembered."

"I went back and talked to the neighbors I worked with, and they remembered the girl's name."

Roger pricked up his ears.

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

"Amerika."

Roger hung up and dialed Ashley again, this time after a long wait.

"Hello?"

A tired, 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 Amerika."

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

"What do you all know?"