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Chapter 79 Howlett Farm, the Cursed Family!

What happened in the pub soon alerted various security departments.

The police officers at the city border received the order and immediately set up the checkpoints. Rows of steel lifting columns slowly extended from the ground.

If these steel pillars were fully extended, not even a tank would be able to pass through.

Fortunately, Logan used the car's horsepower to its fullest and rushed out of the city before Guan Kara could get up.

Seeing that the interception was ineffective, the border guards quickly retracted the ground pillars and sent out patrol teams to pursue the captives.

"Damn, those guys are like mad dogs!"

Victor kept looking back and saw several patrol cars running at full speed, holding on tightly, just like hyenas seeing a piece of meat.

"It's okay, there's a forest ahead, we can get rid of them there!"

Logan looked serious and calm as he looked at the fork in the road ahead, which led to a lush forest. A winding path ran through the woods, and there were many branching roads, which could easily shake off the pursuers behind him.

Looking at the pursuers chasing him closely, Logan seized the opportunity, turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car made a perfect drift on the flat road, quickly driving into the forest trail.

Seeing this, the pursuers behind also wanted to turn their cars around like Logan did, but because they were going too fast and the drivers were not skilled enough, the first car in the lead instantly overturned and rolled several times on the road. The patrol members in the car were unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Seeing this, the cars behind were so scared that they slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, no collision occurred. However, when they turned their cars around and entered the forest path, they couldn't even see the taillights of Logan and his car.

Meanwhile, Logan was speeding through the woods.

Not only are these forest trails winding, but they also have many forks, so it is not easy to successfully find them in such a complex environment.

Victor looked back from time to time at the situation behind him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he had temporarily shaken off the pursuers.

He glanced at the girl in the back seat, then looked at Logan, frowned and asked, "What should we do now?"

Logan fell silent after hearing this. After a moment, he said, "In any case, we can't go back to the shelter in a short time. Otherwise, those guys with dog noses will definitely find the location of the shelter by smelling us."

Victor nodded. The current guard force of the shelter was still too weak. Once discovered, they would face a catastrophic disaster.

The patrol team's reconnaissance capabilities are extraordinary. As long as they leave any clues, they will most likely be targeted by those guys. Going back to the shelter now is no different from inviting a wolf into the house.

"Let's find a place to hide first, and then go back after the storm has passed."

Logan sighed helplessly, and while speaking he couldn't help but glance at the girl behind him through the rearview mirror.

The girl didn't know whether she was afraid or alert, she huddled in the back seat, not daring to move.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We are both mutants. My name is Logan and his name is Victor."

Logan introduced the girl softly, and then asked, "Where is your home? Do you need me to take you back?"

The girl was silent for a moment, then responded in a low voice: "My name is Clarice Ferguson."

After saying this, her expression was slightly gloomy, "My house has been blocked by those guys."

"Clarice?"

Logan was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was Twinkle, of course, the Twinkle in her teenage years. Now she looked only thirteen years old.

He also noticed that Clarice's pupils were slightly purple, which was not too obvious at the moment. It should be the characteristics of her mutant ability gradually emerging.

"Do you have any other place to live? We can take you back."

Logan continued to ask.

Clarice shook her head with a gloomy look on her face.

Her residence has been completely blocked by the patrol team, and she has little cash and food left, so she doesn't know what to do now.

Looking at the girl's appearance, Logan nodded and said comfortingly: "In that case, then you can go back to the mutant shelter with us. Don't worry, there are mutants everywhere, it's very safe, and there are many children around your age. But before that, you may have to wander outside with us for a few days. We can only go back after we completely get rid of those guys."

Clarice frowned slightly as she listened to Logan's words. She was obviously still a little wary, but when she thought about where she didn't know what to do, she could only nod helplessly.

Logan stopped talking and concentrated on driving the car.

Soon, the car drove out of the forest and outside the forest was a plain, and the view instantly became wider.

In the middle of the plain lies a farm surrounded by many barns.

After thinking for a while, Logan said to Victor, "This car has been noticed by the guys on the patrol team. It's too dangerous to drive it anymore. We have to hide it."

"You mean the barns?"

Victor understood what Logan meant and pointed to the farm and asked.

Logan nodded. "After hiding the car, we will find a safe place to hide for a few days and see if John and the others can come to pick us up. Or we can wait until the storm has passed and find a chance to go back."

The photos of this car have probably been reported to various police stations. It will be strictly checked wherever it appears. Driving it will only increase the risk of exposure.

Logan drove the car to the door of a barn. The door was not locked, so Logan hid the car inside.

But the noise attracted the migrant workers working on the farm. These guys thought that some thugs wanted to rob the farm, so they ran over with shotguns in hand, pointing the black muzzles of their guns at Logan and the others in the barn.

"Hey, don't worry, we mean no harm."

Logan quickly raised his hand and walked out of the barn.

These farm workers holding hunting rifles lowered their guard slightly after they found out that the man was an old man in his fifties or sixties.

"What are you doing here? This farm is private property and you can't enter it at will!"

The leading farm worker was still worried and questioned Logan.

"Don't be so stingy."

Logan smiled and explained, "We are just a few travelers who have been driving for more than ten hours. We are really exhausted and want to find a place to rest. But as you can see, there are no other buildings around here except this farm."

"That won't work either. This is private property. Get out of here!"

The farmhand obviously didn't believe Logan's words and drove him away with a serious look.

"What's going on? What are you all doing here?!"

Just as Logan was about to continue speaking, a rough question came out, and then a middle-aged man walked out.

"Sir, there are several illegal intruders here." A farm worker quickly reported to the man.

The man looked at Logan and the others, slightly stunned.

Logan also looked at the man. Judging from the farm worker's attitude, this man should be the owner of this farm.

Logan hurriedly said, "Sir, we are just travelers passing by and want to find a place to rest."

"Put down your guns, are you going to treat these three passengers with shotguns?"

The man scolded his farm workers, then smiled at Logan and the others, "Of course you can take a break. I'm always very hospitable. I'm really sorry, but there are always some hooligans coming to disturb us around our farm. The farm workers are usually very alert, so I hope you don't blame them."

The farmers and workers looked at each other and slowly put their guns away.

The man spoke again: "Okay, you guys go back to work, I'll take care of these guests."

After saying that, he looked at Logan and the others again and said, "Hello, my name is James, and I'm the owner of this farm. If you need to rest, there's a place on the farm. I've also just prepared lunch, which I can provide for free."

James' enthusiastic attitude made Logan instinctively want to shake his head and refuse, but when he thought about the guys from the patrol team who were chasing them, it might be safer to hide in the farm. After all, the farm was not small, and even if they were found by the patrol team, they could escape quickly.

Thinking of this, Logan smiled and nodded to James, "In that case, thank you very much, Mr. James. We just need a place to rest."

James smiled and walked with Logan and others across the farm towards his house.

Along the way, Logan noticed that the farm was quite large. There was a large area of ​​lush farmland, emitting the fragrance of crops. In addition, there were horse pens, sheep pens, cattle pens, etc., with all kinds of livestock.

In the very center of the farm sits a very luxurious villa.

James invited them into the villa. As soon as they entered, Logan and his friends were instantly shocked by the decoration of the villa.

The retro decoration makes this villa look like it was built more than a hundred years ago, and every detail of the decoration is luxurious, including the carpets and curtains from Persia, the leather sofas from Italy, and the exquisite tables carved from noble wood, which are simply made of money.

In the middle of the hall, there is a staircase leading to the second floor. The wooden staircase looks very contemporary.

Clarice couldn't help but look around. Having never seen the world, she was full of curiosity about everything.

Logan looked at the retro decoration with great interest, "The layout of your house looks like something from over 200 years ago."

The decoration of the house here is so similar to his previous home that it seems as if he has returned to that manor more than a hundred years ago.

James explained with a smile: "This layout is very old. It has been like this since I was born. I am a very nostalgic person. After I inherited the family business, I have been using it until now."

After that, James waved to the others and directed them to the restaurant on the left. "Please follow me. The food is ready."

At this time, the restaurant was filled with the aroma of food. The table was filled with sumptuous dishes. In addition, a little boy was sitting at the table.

Seeing James leading the guests in, the little boy was obviously very surprised. He quickly jumped off the table and ran up, hiding behind James, with half of his head tucked in, looking at Logan and the others with curiosity. Finally, his eyes stopped on Clarice. He seemed very interested, but was too timid to say hello.

James smiled, pulled the child out from behind him, and introduced him with a smile: "This is my son George. The child is young and a little shy to meet people."

Logan nodded, looked at the two of them, and asked curiously, "Are there only two of you in the villa? Where is the child's mother?"

James's expression suddenly dimmed, "She is dead."

Logan was stunned and said quickly: "Sorry."

"fine."

James shook his head, as if he had let it go. "She has been tortured by illness for too long. It would be painful for her to continue living in this world."

He made a gesture of invitation, "Come and eat first. I believe these dishes will suit your appetite."

Logan glanced at the dishes on the table, nodded slightly, and took Victor and Lachris to their seats.

During the meal, James suddenly asked, "Are you here for tourism?"

"Yes."

Logan nodded. "It took us a long time to get here. Our next step is to leave Canada and continue traveling around the world."

"So cool!"

George suddenly spoke up, looking at Logan excitedly, "Then you must have seen a lot of things."

Logan smiled and nodded, "Indeed, along the way, many of the scenery is very beautiful."

George's eyes lit up, then he looked at his father and immediately became discouraged. "I want to travel, but my father has no time. I can only stay in school and on the farm."

Logan smiled and encouraged him, "You are still young now. You will have opportunities when you grow up. I also lived on a farm when I was young, and I started traveling around the world only after I grew up. It's just that after being away for so long, I feel that life on the farm is more leisurely."

George still looked disappointed. "But that still takes a long time. I want to leave now. Besides, not many people come to the farm. Usually, the only things I can play with are the toys in the room. I'm so bored."

Logan asked in surprise: "Where are your friends? If you invite them, I believe they will be very happy to come and play on such a big farm."

"No, their parents don't agree."

George shook his head in disappointment. "They all said that our family was cursed and they wouldn't allow the children to have any contact with me."

"Shut up, George!"

James suddenly slammed the table and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, George was so scared that he stuffed the words back into his mouth and could only bury his head in eating.

Seeing James' angry face and George's frightened look, Victor couldn't help but lean over to Logan's ear and whispered, "No wonder this guy was so enthusiastic when he saw us. It seems like he has no one to talk to."

Logan glared at him and signaled him to shut up.

James on the other side also looked at Logan and the others and said with a smile, "Don't mind the kid's nonsense."

Logan smiled and nodded, but he was still a little curious about the so-called curse. However, it was obvious that James didn't want to continue this topic.

After dinner, James invited Logan and Victor, "Over the years, I have saved a lot of portraits, but I don't know much about painting. Since you two have traveled around the world, I believe your horizons must be broader than mine. Can you help me take a look?"

Logan and Victor looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads, saying, "I am very happy to appreciate the paintings, but we have not done any research on portraits. If you want to get any comments from us, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

"fine."

James smiled and said, "Just think of it as me sharing my collection, just like a gathering with good friends."

Logan and Victor nodded and followed James to the studio on the second floor.

The place is filled with all kinds of paintings, from portraits to still life paintings, and even a few obscure abstract paintings.

Logan and Victor didn't know much about paintings, but after all, they had lived for two hundred years and had come into contact with some artists and the like. They couldn't make serious comments, but they could make up a few professional terms about paintings.

While talking about these paintings, Logan suddenly noticed a portrait locked in a glass cabinet.

The portrait showed a woman in a white dress, and the woman's appearance gave Logan a sense of déjà vu.

Victor also noticed the painting and whispered, "I think I've seen this face somewhere before."

Logan nodded. At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and a farm worker stood outside the door anxiously, "Mr. Howlett."

Logan was stunned and quickly turned back to look.

At the same time, James beside him smiled and said, "Sorry, you two, I have to go take a look."

Victor was surprised and whispered to Logan, "His last name seems to be Howlett as well."

Logan was also stunned. James' background and the portrait in the cabinet made him feel suspicious.

"Mr. Howlett, there are several police officers outside. I'm afraid you'll need to step in and handle this."

The farmhand spoke to James very respectfully.

Hearing this, Logan and Victor's hearts sank and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Upon hearing this, James also frowned, and immediately turned to Logan and the others and said, "I'm very sorry, you two. I have to leave to deal with something. It may be some farm affairs. But I will be back soon. You two just wait for me here for a while."

After James came downstairs, Logan quickly ran to the window, gently lifted the curtains and looked down.

I saw several police cars outside the door, and several patrol team members gathered next to the cars.

Logan suddenly became nervous and subconsciously clenched his fists, preparing to escape from the farm.

Soon, James appeared downstairs. He started talking to the patrol team and showed them his ID.

The patrol team seemed a little skeptical, but after receiving a phone call, they decisively returned the documents to James, then quickly got in the car and left the farm with no intention of searching.

Logan immediately breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched fists.

"Jimmy, come over here and take a look!"

Big Victor suddenly shouted from behind.

Logan looked in surprise, and saw Victor standing in front of the glass cabinet. He took out an old book from under the cabinet and pointed at the title page of the book with excitement.

Logan walked over and saw "Elizabeth Howlett" written on it!
"That's your mother's name!"

Victor looked at the name on the title page, then looked up at Logan with a look of disbelief on his face.

Logan was also stunned. Thinking back to the layout of the villa, he seemed to remember something. "No, this is Howlett Manor? But I remember its address is not here!"

(End of this chapter)