Welcome to Forge Town

This is the fastest speed Brandon has ever driven.

It was as if the adrenaline had been boosted to the extreme, and all the cells in the body were vaporized, screaming.Street scenes flitted from both sides one after another, reconciled into blurred watercolor lines, like being in a fantasy world, making it hard to see clearly.

This was an extremely thrilling and thrilling experience, and Brandon's hands gripping the steering wheel were already wet with sweat.But like holding on to a life-saving rope, he didn't dare to let go.No matter how the cars passing by roared or the road was messed up because of him, he just kept speeding up, eager to reach his destination with the shortest drive.

In the short few days before heading to City A, Brandon can be said to be non-stop.

Because the matter was so important, he did not hesitate to use all human relations to maximize the efficiency of his work.In just one afternoon, he asked the busy city A inspection office to hand over the inspection results.And the fact is, as Brandon expected, those crystals are indeed a first-class hallucinogenic drug named "Bird".

In addition, the most important thing is to confirm Alan's identity.

And using the information that Peter searched all night, such as the murder report more than ten years ago and more in-depth relevant police network information, Brandon finally found the place where "Eric Winston" had stayed: a family Fall into a mental hospital on the outskirts of City A.

At the moment when the car stopped at the door, Brandon's heart was beating wildly.

Looking at the dusty and shriveled building in front of him, he lost his mind for a moment.On the one hand, he is still eager to return to his job.On the other hand, he hopes to get a negative answer, telling him: Allen is only Allen, not Eric, and has nothing to do with those strange events.

With this last hope in mind, Brandon climbed up the dilapidated stairs.As soon as he entered the door, Brandon first showed his license to the tired and serious counter staff (he was sincerely glad that he had not lost his capital police card), and asked about the identity of "Eric Winston".After seeing the license, the counter staff immediately put on a respectful expression, and contacted the dean to lead him to the archives room.After bending down to unlock the dust-covered copper embroidered lock for him, he let him rummage through the information.

In fact, when it comes to the report about Eric Winston, the time can be traced back to 14 years ago.Because Eric, who was only 13 years old at the time, had a delusional attack, he brutally slaughtered his single father and neighbors with countless knives, which became a momentary key case.He was later charged with first-degree murder.

This was big news that shocked the country back then, and even Brandon, who was still young at the time, had a slight impression.But how Eric was subsequently detected with a mental illness, which led to probation and sent to a mental hospital for long-term monitoring, was something that Brandon had not tracked at that time.

And in those long dusty distant years, naturally there was no convenient technology for computer filing.So no matter how urgent it is, Brandon has to hold his breath and search one by one according to the year Eric may move in.Finally, after nearly an hour and a half, he found the one with the correct signature among the thousands of materials.

But when he lifted the first side of the file and saw the black-and-white image pasted on it, his heart was half-cooled.

Because he recognized at a glance that this was indeed the young Allen.

But if you look closely, it doesn't really resemble Allen.Looking at the face in the image, Brandon thought deeply about the difference - although the facial features and face shape are relatively immature, it is true that the main reason is that the temperament is too different.In the photo, Little Alan's eyes are surprisingly indifferent. Even though he is a soft and beautiful angel, his eyes seem not to be endowed with a soul, and there is a dead silence in the darkness.

Brandon knew the look because he had seen it himself.With nothing else to depend on, nothing to love, feeling extremely tired of life, and then hating everything in the world.But in Brandon's memory, Allen shouldn't be like this.He is the warm sun in winter, making him attracted by those clear eyes the first time he saw Allen.He once saw the possibility of life in those eyes, and greedily drew warmth from them, and then he sank deeper and deeper step by step.

But why, those eyes were so withered?

At this moment, Brandon began to question whether Allen had suffered from some terrible past, or was it just a simple mental illness as the newspaper said?So during this period of time, Allen tried his best to hide his identity and sneak into that remote town for three months, just to plan another massacre?

But why are Alan's eyes and his demeanor so clear and not fake when they get along day and night?

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After knowing Alan's true identity, Brandon immediately visited the chief of the police department in the capital.He told him everything he knew and showed all the evidence at hand, and asked to dispatch professional police force to return to Fogg Town with him to arrest the criminals.

The distance from City A to Fogg Town is not as far as the capital, and it takes about three hours to get there.Even so, it was close to midnight when we arrived.As the night fell and the surroundings were silent, Brandon slowed down and drove into the town.The headlights reflected thin flakes of snow, like stars falling from the night sky.

Brandon thought that he would be overwhelmed when he learned the truth.

For this emotion, he never knew how to face it.So in the past three days, including the notification to the police department just now, he only held the only idea of ​​clarifying the truth, and tried his best to get rid of his emotions and devote himself to the work of collecting information.But now that the truth has been clarified, his emotions have returned to tranquility.Doubt and anxiety faded away, replaced by anger and deep hatred.

After all, even if he knew that the so-called Allen was just an illusion created by Eric Winston, Brandon still didn't want to treat Allen as an unrelated stranger.Because he knew that no matter whether Alan was a fake identity or not, there must be Eric's soul inside.So he didn't understand why Alan—or Eric—could lie, portray himself as a sincere and innocent image, and win the trust of all those who trust him selflessly.And he was even more angry at his stupidity, and easily gave out his emotions. If he hadn't had the exact information provided by Peter, he might still have believed in the person next to his pillow before he died.

——But if he was on the opposite side of Allen, would Allen be able to do it?

There were more than a dozen criminal police officers who accompanied Brandon on this trip, as well as those who had just been dispatched from the regional police station.They walked in batches, lurking into the campus quietly, shuttled through the rose garden to Alan's residence, and their neat steps were like spirits running through the night.But when they surrounded the whole house neatly and broke in, they found that there was no one inside.

In the middle of the deserted courtyard, Brandon remembered Alan's habit of committing crimes in the middle of the night last time, and then his heart shook. "Search quickly, search from the campus!" Brandon shouted at everyone in a panic.The moonlight reflected on his body, casting a black shadow in the snow, which was indescribably cold.

The author has something to say:

I still decided to publish a chapter hhhh at the end of March.

There is still a short paragraph in this chapter. If the number of words is not many, it will be added at the end of this chapter; if it exceeds 31 words, it will be added to Chapter [-].