I'm a spy in the film

Unable to think of a solution, Bourne simply gave up thinking about it. Now, finding his father was the most important thing. At worst, he could go to New York and continue using the method of spending money to win. There were always people in this world who needed financial help. Although this method was time-consuming and costly, and it required helping those who really wanted to change themselves, it was currently the fastest and safest way for Bourne to gain points.

Familiar with the route, this time Bourne only took four hours to reach his destination. Unlike last night, the weather was fine today. From a distance, Bourne could see the turning point with the TwineBall town sign erected.

Entering the town, Bourne drove slowly along the streets and discovered the strangeness of the town:

This small town is surprisingly too deserted. To put it in Chinese terms, it would be: unpopular.

Although it was a sunny day, all the shops along the street were locked. Many of the iron chain locks were covered with a thin layer of dust, and it looked like no one had been open for business for a long time.

The only main street in the town was quiet and deserted. Apart from a few townspeople with stiff expressions standing on the roadside, not a single child or animal could be seen. Moreover, the eyes of these few townspeople looked at Bourne with unusually cold indifference, as if filled with strong hostility.

"What the hell, is this really a tourist town? I think it's more like a ghost town! With the looks and attitudes of you guys, there's no way any tourists would be willing to come here!"

Bourne complained in his heart that it was only when he passed by the exhibition hall in the town center that he saw a relatively normal outsider - a tall old priest with white hair. He was holding a camera and taking pictures of the exhibition hall, like a photography enthusiast.

"Well, this is really a tourist town. Even the priests are attracted here! I'll pick up Dad later and take him to see the exhibition hall to see what's on display!"

Bourne thought very relaxedly, but within ten minutes, he turned the car around angrily and drove towards the police station at the entrance of the town.

"Damn it, what do you mean by 'no one'? I knew something was wrong with this town. If the town police don't care, don't blame me for being rude!"

Arriving at the police station, Bourne ignored the two dazed police officers in the police station and went straight to the sheriff's office. The female sheriff was talking to a man who looked familiar in the office. The familiar priest's clothes and gray hair showed that it was the old man who took the photo. He ran so fast!

The sheriff smiled and the old priest held a notebook. The two chatted happily until Bourne heard the old priest ask:

"Sheriff, you keep claiming that TwineBall is the most peaceful and tranquil town in the world. Can you tell me where all the children in the town have gone? And what about the animals? I didn't even see a cat or a bird!"

The smiling female police chief's expression suddenly froze, and her eyes became terrifying for a moment, but she immediately smiled again and changed the subject abruptly:

"Mr. Marcos, I think you haven't visited our most famous attraction - the hemp rope ball. I'm going to take you to see it now. You will never forget it!"

Bourne, unable to bear it any longer, had to push the door open and interrupt the female police chief:

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, I don't think you can take this gentleman to visit any exhibition hall now, because I want to report a case. My father is missing in your town!"

Bourne quickly recounted the visit to his father in the town last night, emphasizing:

"Sheriff, you must conduct a search immediately. My father has an injured leg and will not leave on his own. Even if he leaves, he will definitely inform me!"

"But it's been less than 24 hours, we're not sure yet..."

"No, Sheriff, we have to seize the critical 24 hours!"

Bourne said in a firm tone, pulling out his student ID card and saying, "I am a graduate of the University of Texas at Austin School of Law, and I currently work for the FBI, Sheriff, this is not a personal grudge!"

"I think I can help..."

Seeing that Bourne was getting angrier and angrier, a gentle voice interrupted their conversation. It was the old white man.

He stood up with a gentle expression and extended his hand to Bourne, with a business card between his fingers - Marcos Amorte, a reporter for the Monitor and a priest.

"You can call me Marcos or Father. Actually, I am here to report a missing person case. The missing persons are Susan and Emilia, a mother and daughter, who are two believers of our Lord."

Father Marcos took out his press card and a photo from his pocket. The photo showed a middle-aged woman and a little girl, both of them smiling brightly.

"The Lord will not abandon any of his lambs. In Texas, we at the Monitor still have a little influence. After all, we have 200 million believers!" Father Marcos looked at the sheriff with a smile, and the threat in his mouth was self-evident.

"Okay, okay," the female sheriff held her forehead with her hand, "I will personally take you to look for them. You have to know that there will never be disappearances in our town! Many people voluntarily stayed in our town, and those who disappeared left on their own. It has nothing to do with us!"

Bourne didn't believe it at all, but didn't say anything. He just followed the sheriff into the police car. He just wanted to find his father as soon as possible.

Father Marcos kept his gentle smile on his face, carrying a black luggage bag and sitting in the back seat of the police car with the two men.

In a rural town, when the police are looking for someone, they just drive along the main road and ask questions. The town is not big, and there are not many people on the street, so it won't take long to finish the search. As for searching house by house? Don't be ridiculous. Without solid evidence and a search warrant, if you rashly break into someone's house, Bourne and his men will definitely not be greeted with a smile, but most likely a bullet, and it's legal!

When I arrived at the clinic, the door was open and there was a fat nurse who only said "No one is here", but now there was a chain on the door handle.

The policewoman's paddling was too blatant. She didn't even get out of the car. She just took a look through the window and shouted, "There's no one here. Let's go to the next place!"

Bourne's eyes flashed with ferocity, but he didn't say anything. Because he had made up his mind that as soon as he left this irresponsible female sheriff, he would go to the clinic, arrest the female nurse who could only grunt and repeat like a fat pig, and let her taste the 18 methods of forcing confessions that he had learned from the retired FBI agent Black Joe!

Just as the female sheriff drove past the exhibition hall in the town center again, Father Max, who had been looking out the window, suddenly said to the two people in the car:

"Sheriff, do you have a Mr. Greg Cork here? I heard that he is quite prestigious here, why don't we go find him and find out more about the situation!"

"Greg Cork? Who is this man? Why are you looking for him?" Bourne was unwilling to delay. He was eager to get rid of these two people and search the entire town personally.

"Mr. Greg's grandfather, Mr. Cock, founded this town. The Cock family is quite prestigious in this town. If we can get his help..."

Marcos didn't finish his words, but Bourne already understood what he meant.

"Madam Sheriff?"

"Father, you know so much!"

The sheriff did not deny it, but her tone became cold, "Mr. Cork is busy with important things, we shouldn't disturb him with these trivial matters..."

"TwineBall is the most peaceful town in the world,"

Bourne's tone was full of sarcasm. "A patient disappeared in a small town like this, and the most prestigious person in the town refused the family's request for help? Madam Sheriff!"

"Okay!" The female sheriff turned the car around and soon stopped in front of a house at the end of the street.

"This is Mr. Greg Cork's home," said the sheriff, pointing to the nameplate on the mailbox.

Bourne and Father Marcos looked in the direction the sheriff's finger pointed. It was an independent two-story wooden house. Behind the house was a large open space surrounded by a fence. In the middle of the open space, there was a three-story wooden frame. Under the wooden frame was a wooden house. Both the frame and the wooden house looked quite old.

Bourne was in a bad mood and only took a few glances before paying no more attention. What he cared about most now was whether this "Mr. Greg Cork" could help him find his father. Father Marcos was quite curious about the wooden frame in the backyard. He kept looking at it and then frowned, as if he was thinking about something silently.