296: Chapter 197: Troubleso People Erge from Harsh Environnts, The True Colors of Brian_2 296: Chapter 197: Troubleso People Erge from Harsh Environnts, The True Colors of Brian_2 Upon hearing this, Brian seed thoughtful.
It seed that Black Light Company was rely a front.
Mycroft and his people were just sacrificial pawns, set up to mask the deeper control of the company.
Even within NW, the waters ran deep.
This was an unexpected harvest.
Next, under Brian’s intimidation, the two people in the house honestly answered many questions.
For example, the missing persons case.
The aged sheriff knew sothing:
“I’m not sure about other places, but in Harvest Town, outsiders often co to post missing persons flyers.
To avoid affecting the town’s business and population flow, the residents tear down the flyers after the people leave.
In reality, we don’t know what’s actually happening.
Residents of the nearby towns haven’t gone missing, nor have there been any vicious murder cases.
Everyone’s too familiar with each other, if sothing happens, we could guess who did it.
But this isn’t so uninhabited area in the West, even us old folks are just trying to make so money, not really harm anyone.”
As he spoke, the aged sheriff seed to rember sothing and cast a glance at the impeccably standing Green, adding, “You should stay away from that garden if you’re not in trouble.
I’ve heard that people from Harvest Town barely go there either.
My wife was just deceiving you earlier.
I’ve told you everything I know, now you can leave.”
Once they were sure the other party wasn’t lying, Brian and Green had no choice but to leave.
They weren’t about to massacre a town over such a trivial matter.
Of course, the main reason was that Brian truly didn’t sll the scent of blood or the stench of corpses on these people.
They planned to check out Harvest Town.
..
In the car.
Green seed to rember sothing, “Boss Brian, should we go back and wipe off the fingerprints on that shotgun?
That old guy is still the sheriff, and I worry he might co after us.”
Although they weren’t afraid, it could still be a hassle.
Brian shook his head, “No need.”
There were no fingerprints of his on the gun.
Fingerprint detection technology relied on sweat and oily secretions on the fingers to identify print traces.
So, as long as one ensures a smooth skin surface that doesn’t keep secreting, there’s no need to worry about leaving fingerprints.
At most, there would be marks from dust on the barrel, but they would be indistinct and not clearly imprinted.
Unless one was strong enough to squeeze the barrel and leave a fingertip impression.
Having left Tengteng Town, which was full of villains, Brian continued to drive along the route he had previously determined.
Harvest Town and another town called Little Stone Town, were located near this stretch of road.
The distance between the two towns wasn’t far.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian and his companion saw a bunch of signposts at a turn, including the sign for Harvest Town, motel advertisents, among others.
There was also a sign for ‘Alice’s Secret Realm’ garden, recomnded by the old lady at the grocery store.
Colorful lights hung on these signs.
Brian had excellent vision and could see a flyer similar to a harvest festival advertisent and an invitation, suggesting that Harvest Town was hosting a festival around this ti, with free-flowing beer and various foods at discounted prices.
The car turned onto a small road.
The two of them finally felt the presence of people, unlike in Tengteng Town, encountering many cars leaving the town, so of which were trucks with farm trade company logos.
As they drove into town, the buildings here didn’t have the bleak and worn feel of Tengteng Town.
The clean streets were filled with young people and children everywhere.
This place was full of vitality.
…
The sa strategy as before.
After arriving in the town, they posed as travelers, each separately chatting up the locals.
But this ti, there was basically no harvest.
People in this town were very alert to topics like disappearances.
In the end, it was the shaless Brian who took a bullet casing, found a snotty-nosed child, and enticingly questioned him: he wasn’t allowed to play in the garden by his parents.
This was ntioned by the old sheriff back in Tengteng Town.
And now, it was confird by the words of a child.
Brian was sowhat puzzled.
It was clear that the people of Harvest Town were diligently managing their town, unlike Tengteng Town, a dying town where they would fleece everyone they could catch.
Since there seed to be sothing wrong with this garden, why were they still allowing the placent of promotional signs at the crossroads?
With this puzzlent, Brian pulled Green along, and following the map on the flyer they had earlier, they left Little Stone Town and drove towards the garden behind the town.
This was a country lane.
So of the town’s farms, breeding operations, and houses built by residents who lived on the outskirts were all along this route.
These were also choices often made by young residents of many towns.
If they couldn’t make it to big cities, they wouldn’t choose to build houses in the town center.
Instead, they would buy so land outside of town, use local materials to build a cozy little cabin and a vegetable garden.
The benefits of this approach were the very low living costs and the comfortable life.
So in towns like these, within a ten-kiloter radius, you could usually encounter so isolated houses scattered all around while wandering aimlessly.
Green seed to long for such a life, constantly peering out the window.
On the way, they also encountered several other cars, whose drivers were all young couples – that age when one is curious about everything in the world and fears nothing.
There were also families out for a day of fun.
Among them was a young girl in one of the cars who looked only fourteen or fifteen, with youthful plumpness on her cheeks that made her quite endearing.
Seeing Brian driving, her eyes lit up, and she waved: “Hey, are you also tourists going to visit that garden?”
Brian rested his hand on the window fra and turned his head to give the girl a lazy smile, “Yes, we heard that so people are transported there by horse-drawn carriages, but we didn’t see any.”
“Because of the Harvest Festival, there are a lot of visitors, and everyone wants to have a picnic in the flower fields, all the carriages have been rented out,” the young girl replied cheerily to Brian, chattering away happily.
This made Brian a bit worried about the girl’s father finding trouble with him after getting out of the car.
This was sothing he often encountered during his adolescence.
Kids here, around the ages of fifteen or sixteen, frequently engage in a lot of foolish acts.
Finally, they arrived at an estate surrounded by wooden stakes.
Everyone parked their cars, and a woman with a matronly fullness tugged her daughter and another younger boy towards Brian’s car.
She raised her eyebrows at Brian, who had just gotten out of the car: “We’ve brought plenty of food made in our own town, would you like to join us?”
The girl also egged Brian on: “My mom’s smoked at is delicious, and the apple cream pies are especially good; you really should try them.”
“No, thank you, my companion and I have so matters to handle, we appreciate the invitation, but it’s really inconvenient.”
Brian declined politely.
Watching their reluctant departure, Brian patted the daydreaming Green: “What are you spacing out for?
Lock the car, let’s go.”
Green snapped back to reality.
He swallowed the acid rising in his throat, “Boss Brian, do you often encounter things like this?”
Brian shook his head: “How could that be possible?”
Green felt sowhat relieved.
This kind of romantic luck happens to him maybe once or twice in a few years.
Brian continued: “Being chatted up by girls?
That happens every day, from female neighbors to any woman I encounter.
But this kind of mother-daughter pair with a little kid?
That’s rare.”
Green: …
He thought Boss Brian was being modest, but it turned out he was just winding up to deal him a more significant blow.
Boss Brian was a good guy, but sotis his words, well, Green didn’t want to comnt…
They were just too cutting, without any regard for the well-being of a nobody like him!
…
“Co on, stop dawdling, I have a feeling we’re going to find sothing on this trip.”
Brian led the way forward.
Green touched the gun at his waist, took a deep breath, and hurried after him.
He had the sa premonition.
His experiences in Tengteng Town allowed this black youth, who rarely left the city center and grew up in the poor district, to realize for the first ti the dangers that lay outside.
This was different from the overt aggression of the poor district; it was the chill of a soft knife you never saw coming.
Now, he saw everyone as a potential villain.
Hopefully, there would be so gains this ti…
Green prayed in his heart.
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