"Cough!"

The old man spat thick phlegm on the grass leaves under his feet. He took a breath of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at Roger approaching from a distance.

"I'm not."

"And who are you?" The old man asked back.

Roger took out his ID card, and seeing the photo and stamp on it, the old man shrank his eyes and became cautious.

"Is 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 sanctuary."

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

Hearing what he said, the old man immediately relaxed a lot.

"You live near here? Know this summer camp?" Asked Roger.

"How could I not know? Every summer camp recruits people nearby, and I have worked here for a long time. Mainly responsible for taking the children here for field activities."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"Can you show me around the summer camp?" He opened his wallet, took 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 corner of the old man's mouth grinned.

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

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

He didn't stop until he saw a photo on the exhibit wall in the cabin of the summer camp.

The photo was faded and yellowed, but Roger could still recognize it as the one he got from Travis.

"You know the people up there?"

The old man took down the photo, "That was my third year at the summer camp." He pointed to several people in the photo.

"Those bad boys are really impressive."

"You remember them?"

"Why don't I remember?"

The old man wiped the dust off the photo.

"There were a lot of people in that year, and there were inevitable negligence in management. Later, I accidentally heard 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 skipped a beat.

The old man took a puff of the cigarette, "I heard that when a girl was swimming, she was... oh..."

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

The old man squinted his eyes, "But everyone is not a fool, even if you guess it with some clues afterwards, you can probably guess who it is."

"It's this kid who did bad things."

The old man pointed to a figure on the photo.

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

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

"Do you remember that girl's name?"

The figure I was looking for was not in the photo, but thinking about it now, if something like that really happened to her, I am afraid that no girl would be in the mood to attend the end party 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 Danielle?" Roger asked.

"No...not that name."

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

"No?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

All the clues were connected together, and he thought he could find the cause of the incident in the white apricot summer camp.

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

But now...the victim is not her?

"Could it be her relatives?"

Roger thought of another possibility.

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

There are bound to be problems.

It's impossible that he or a few other people didn't pay attention to the appearance of the other party when they were violent three years ago, right?

This possibility should not be great.

So the victim was a relative or friend of Danielle?

Roger got dizzy.

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

The old man was stunned, "The list?"

"I'm not management, how can there be such a thing?"

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

Roger frowned. Roger had already tried to call the person in charge provided by the police, but no one answered.

"If you want to find her, I have a phone number here, you can call and try."

The old man said suddenly.

Taking out his mobile phone to write down the call, Roger followed the old man around the camp. Behind the camp, after turning over a hill, was a lake as calm as crystal.

Crystal lake.

Was it as peaceful as ever when the crimes took place here a few years ago?

After leaving the summer camp, Roger called the person in charge, Ashley, a middle-aged woman with a successful career.

But unfortunately, the call was still not connected, and Roger called the police again to ask them to expand the investigation of Danielle's relationship.

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

Suddenly seemingly stuck in a state of nothing to do, Roger drives back to Marsh Town to take a break at Henrik's hideout.

It's going to be hard to sleep tonight.

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

After searching page after page, Roger was still unable to find a target of similar age.

There were many other thoughts popping up in his head.

What if Danielle had nothing to do with what happened at the White Apricot Summer Camp?

Then my current investigation direction is completely wrong. After all, there should be some clues, even if it is like Hunnam in the last mission.

What he did and the people he killed can also find an inner connection.

There are many ways to kill people. If you can't find the motive clues, you can't analyze the specific situation, and you can't pinpoint it accurately.

While thinking about it, there was a buzzing sound from the mobile phone. It was the old man who was working in the summer camp that I saw not long ago.

"Hey, I remembered."

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

Roger pricked up his ears.

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

"Amerika."

After Roger hung up the phone, he called Ashley again. This time, after a long wait, the call was finally connected.

"Hello?"

A tired and drunken voice came from the opposite side.

"I'm Agent Roger of the FBI, and we're investigating the vicious incident at the White Apricot Summer 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 terrified voice came.

"What do you all know?"