"Thank you for your cooperation."

Roger smiled and said goodbye to Travis' mother.

"You are Betty's friend, and you are also my friend."

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

Open the door, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the edge of the house, coated with a faint red light.

In the distance, a group of people were walking towards the depths of the swamp. In a trance, Roger felt that the back of the front looked somewhat similar to Betty.

"Do you still have to go to the swamp so late?"

Roger asked casually.

"This is the custom here. Only at midnight can we hear the call of our ancestors and contact the gods."

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

He drove the car out of the gathering place, and the sun gradually disappeared and the surroundings became dark.

Drive the car into a bush on the side of the road, and Roger broke down some branches to cover it.

After doing this, he packed his things and quietly returned to the gathering place.

There are many things he was not convenient for just now, so he planned to sneak in and investigate.

When the sky got completely dark, Roger walked around and slowly approached Travis' home.

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

He was like a raccoon cat, without making any sound.

A woman's prayer came downstairs.

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

There are 4 rooms on the entire second floor. Roger opened one of them. The furniture in the room looked a bit old, but it was well maintained. It looked like it was the master bedroom.

Roger walked forward and gently pushed open a door opposite.

The lights were not turned on, and the room was dim, but this did not affect Roger's sight, single bed, desk and computer.

Obviously this is Travis' room, and someone should be cleaned regularly, so it has been a while since Travis' death, but the room does not seem messy.

Roger closed the door and quickly searched the room.

Travis is black and Danielle is white. With the xenophobic nature of this small town, Travis' mother will never allow her son to find a white girl to be a girlfriend.

Roger searched carefully for the pages of books, the corners of the room, the bottom of the bed, and the drawers, but unfortunately he found nothing.

"Didn't there be any trace left?"

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps from the stairs. Roger was shocked. Travis' room was facing the corridor. It was too late for him to rush out now.

With a quick glance, Roger moved to the back of the door.

Behind the door is a simple clothes hanger, which should be covered with Travis' clothes, but now it is empty and there is no one hidden at all.

The sound of footsteps stopped at the door.

Roger took a deep breath. If Travis's mother really found him, he would have to escape.

This middle-aged woman has become very difficult for this middle-aged woman to do so, and Roger does not want to have a conflict with her.

"squeak!"

The door was opened.

The woman's shadow instantly filled the entire room.

Roger is ready at any time.

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman took a step forward and closed the door.

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

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

"Lock in your own room?"

Roger was slightly stunned. He pricked up his ears, but heard the faint sound of speech coming from the crack of the door.

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

"You already... don't worry..."

Then there was a faint crying sound.

Roger quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

What a middle-aged woman shows at this time is like the emotions a mother who has lost her son should have.

Tag.

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

A light sound came.

The wooden blocks at the corner of the cabinet actually popped out, revealing a gap the size of a palm.

I felt happy.

Roger bent over and took out an iron box from the notch.

Open the iron box and put it on it are a few photos.

Roger recognized the girl in the photo at a glance.

Danielle.

There are not many undescribable scenes in the photo, but Danielle's clothes are extremely exposed, and her eyes seem to be dripping from water, looking straight at the person outside the photo.

"This woman..."

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

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

That's a strand of black...hair?

Roger felt a chill when he thought of what Travis had done with the bunch of hair and photos.

Shaking his head slightly, Roger strangely found a strange smell in the air.

His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and his face changed suddenly.

“Is there any psychedelic component in it?”

Put the photo back and cover it with the iron box, and the breath filled the air gradually dissipated.

"What the hell is this woman doing?"

After putting away the iron box, he quietly pushed open the door. The corridor was silent. Just when Roger was about to push the door and leave, a harsh phone ringing came from downstairs.

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

There was something missing in Travis' room, and it seemed that he had been taken away by his mother, and there might be more clues there.

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

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman who answered the phone did not return to the upper floor, 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 pushed open the door opposite.

The room opposite was much bigger than Travis, and the air was filled with a strong vanilla smell.

There was a circle of white candles in the room.

The swaying fire illuminated the room in a trance.

In order to prevent his shadow from being reflected on the window by others, Roger quietly bent down.

Just as he bent down, he swept his eyes from the corner of his eyes and saw a man lying on a rocking chair deep in the room!

A cool air rushed over his head, and Roger subconsciously clasped the short knife. In this narrow space, the short knife had a greater effect than the long sword.

Although the candlelight was dark, Roger still saw the other person's face clearly.

The black skin became pale due to death, and although the face was distorted, it could still tell the appearance before birth.

That's Travis.
Chapter completed!