"What the hell is this woman doing?"

Roger quietly approached, his muscles gradually tensed, ready to attack at any time.

In the extraordinary world, it is not strange to let a corpse re-moval.

Until Roger approached Travis, the body lying on the rattan chair remained motionless.

As they got closer, the stench on the corpse gradually came. It was obvious that his mother had done some unknown treatment for the corpse.

But it was a swamp, the weather was already hot, and Travis died for a while.

That smell...

After careful observation, Roger confirmed that Travis was lying on the recliner, not something like voodoo zombie.

There were some things on the table beside him. Roger had read Travis' information and could infer that these things were all the favorite things Travis had during his lifetime.

On the other side, there was a dark floor mat on the floor between the white candles, and a strange talisman array was painted on the floor mat. It seemed that Travis's mother would pray here every day.

And what she just said...

Travis' eyes were rotten, and a liquid that was hard to distinguish was flowing out of his sockets. Roger endured the stench and looked over the table beside him.

Soon one of the albums caught his attention.

Open the title page and a line of text comes into view.

"Give me my dearest baby, Travis*..." The last surname was artificially crossed out.

This album is obviously produced from the perspective of Travis' mother, from the birth of Travis until he began to learn how to walk.

At every stage of life, his mother left a shining memory for Travis, and there was a sentence next to each photo.

Or blessings or expectation.

The happiness of a mother is filled with the lines.

Roger flipped through quickly.

Suddenly, his fingers paused slightly.

On one of the separate pages, a passage from my mother was left, "I left for the first time to attend a summer camp. Although it was only a short month, it was like a whole year for me."

Below this passage is a group photo taken in front of the summer camp.

Looking at the date in the lower right corner of the photo, it should be three years ago. Travis in the photo has a bright smile, while Roger's pupils shrink slightly.

Because in the photo, he also saw Judd's figure!

Could it be?

He was shocked and quickly searched, and soon found Allen and Jonathan in the photo.

"They once attended a summer camp together." Roger vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something.

At this moment, a sound of the door opening came from downstairs. Before he could think, Roger quickly pulled off the page.

He returned all traces as fast as possible, and then opened the door and went down the darkness as he came.

Shortly after Roger left, Travis' mother returned to the room, looking at his son who was lying on a rattan chair with a kind look on his face, "Don't worry, the prophet told me that he has found your soul and that you are chosen."

"Mom is proud of you."

After saying that, he gently printed a kiss on Travis' forehead.

As he swayed, more things flowed out of Travis's eye sockets.

Roger's figure was carefully hidden in the darkness. He left the gathering place as fast as possible and returned to the hiding place.

Starting the car, Roger heads straight to Danielle's home.

Since he was sure that Danielle had a major connection with this matter, Roger planned to come directly to the door.

Although there is a lack of direct evidence, his purpose is not to solve the case, and it is understandable that his methods are a little rough.

In the photo, the four young people are very close to each other. Looking at their expressions, they seem to have a good relationship, but during the police investigation, the few of them had no contact with each other.

Even Judd and the other two in the same school seemed to be strangers.

After discovering the suspicious point, Roger felt that as long as he continued to investigate, he would definitely find out the truth.

"It's reasonable to say that Judd's death is involved with Danielle, but when Travis died, Danielle had perfect evidence of absent."

"Diet time is still during the day..."

"Except for the extremely special daytime demon spirit, it is difficult for other spirits to move without possession..."

I thought of the strange ritual formation in Travis's house and the bizarre way of death of servants in the previous mission manor.

"Is it voodoo again?"

The road was dark at night, but Roger was not slow. He arrived at Danielle's home soon.

The house was pitch black, and Roger parked the car in the distance and sneaked into the past quietly.

Danielle has no relatives, and her only father has passed away. The girl has been working and studying since she was 16 years old.

Half an hour later, Roger left there with a puzzled look on his face.

Danielle is not here.

Be careful, Roger even secretly arranged an Aden magic array, and after activation, no traces of the spirit body were found.

This made him a little confused. So far, apart from the weirdness at Travis's house, this mission performed too extraordinary.

He tried to dial Danielle's phone number again, but the other side seemed to be in a state without signals.

He called the police station, identified his identity, and reported his ID number. Roger asked them to help him find information related to the summer camp three years ago.

And he quietly hid and observed Danielle's house.

But until dawn the second day, Danielle still did not show up, and at this time, news came from the police station asking him to get relevant information.

Roger bought some fast food in the town, and then sat in the car and looked through the information.

“White Apricot Tree Summer Camp.”

In order to cultivate children's independence and improve social skills, many parents in Menia are willing to send their children to summer camps.

Although the White Apricot Tree Summer Camp is located in the area of ​​Swamp Town, the operator is not a local.

Every summer, many students are sent here. The summer camp has a good reputation and the business is booming.

However, a year ago, it seemed that there was a problem with funds. The White Apricot Tree Summer Camp was completely closed and the place was abandoned.

When Roger drove there, he saw a scene of decay.

It only took a year, but since no one took care of it, the wild grass vines covered the entire summer camp.

The entire summer camp covers a large area and the various functional areas are arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that the managers have put in a lot of effort on this summer camp.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly a thick voice came.

Roger turned around and shouted from a distance an old man in dirty denim overalls and carrying a shotgun.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

Roger walked forward.
Chapter completed!