Welcome to Forge Town

It was almost early winter, and the morning in Thomas State was falling with goose down and fine snow.Located between the Thomas Mountains, there is a narrow two-lane road winding through it.

It is the only road leading to the small town of Fogg, with a total length of more than 40 miles.Viewed from above, one would marvel at its inefficient path planning.

It was six o'clock, and a group of buses that were also inefficient were slowly pushing above.The rusty exhaust port is like a dying old man spouting exhaust gas.At first glance, it seems that this lingering fog is all thanks to it.

And whether it is the body of the car that is about to fall apart, or the loud sound of the engine that symbolizes a strike at any time, the only passenger inside, Alan Walton, is always in fear—especially when he finds that the mobile phone cannot receive the signal. At the moment of the signal, he fell into extreme panic.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Allen has traveled far.He just graduated from the state university, and he used to live in the remote and prosperous city A.It was the famous third capital of country E, a place full of urban atmosphere, with a complicated but fast pace of life.Although the pervasive exhaust gas is not as thin as the thick mountain mist here, but in terms of its convenience and livability index, at least there is nothing to worry about.

So it is taken for granted that for a young man to resolutely abandon the busy city life, no one would think it is a good idea if he hadn't thought about going far away in his heart.

In fact, Allen never imagined that he would one day become a teacher.

He had gotten the job a month ago from the little recruiting section of the back issue newspaper.High school teacher sounds like a decent job with stability.So for this title, even if it belongs to such an unknown and barren town, it is worth fighting for him who has no way out.

I still remember how nervous he was when he called the number on the advertisement that afternoon with trembling hands.Such a good job has been published for more than two months, so it must have been snatched up long ago, right?he thought.But who knew, it was the principal herself who answered the phone. She was a calm and funny woman. She told Alan to pack up quickly, her school needed him very much!

So, just last night, Allen packed his luggage in a happy mood, prepared everything and was ready to go.But before he set off, it occurred to him dully that he would have to search for the location of his future workplace.So he went to the library in the dark to borrow a computer—he was a frequent visitor there, and Mrs. Bill, who lacked tea friends, was always happy to let her well-mannered children spend long nights with her.

Fogtown, apparently, is an absolutely unfamiliar name.According to internet information, it is a small town located in the middle of the Thomas Mountains basin in the north of Country E.And the town, as its name suggests, is a place filled with dense fog all year round.It is said that the coal mining industry was developed in the early years, but it was completely developed 20 years ago, which makes people wonder what is supporting its livelihood until today.

However, this is not what Allen should be most concerned about. The things waiting for him to deal with can almost be queued to the distant Tower of London.So he has no time to comment on this matter, at most he only has the choice of "go or not go".

In fact, after reading the introduction of the town, Allen was afraid for a moment.But at this time, he really lacked the space to retreat.It's like that beautiful bird whose wings are finally broken due to food and grass.Penniless, he has just booked a train ticket online, using the final amount of the credit loan, and considering the living expenses that he will not be able to prepare for next month, he really has no reason to quit.Therefore, the question of "going or not going" in an instant has left the option of "to be or not to be".

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When the bus staggered for about forty miles, Allen finally found a relic of human existence in this green desert-a mottled and crooked street sign.It read in blurred words: "Welcome to Fogg Township."This made Allen excitedly clenched the cross on his chest: Thanks to the Father and Mother for their mercy, he arrived smoothly, and he didn't get lost halfway because of the favor of the sheep man!

Arrival time is around seven in the morning.The driver, who was speechless and expressionless all the way, no matter how Alan tried his best, he was only willing to park the car at the entrance of the town filled with weeds, and threatened his only passenger to roll out of the car with cold violence.

"Oh, sir. Anyway, thank you very much for spending the past two hours with you!" Allen, who was finally down-to-earth, spoke to the driver with a smile.But obviously, the other party still didn't intend to appreciate it, so he just gave a cold snort and closed the car door and Juechen left.

"It's okay. At least he's willing to talk to you, which is a good sign." Allen smiled helplessly.He watched the dim yellow rear lights of the old bus gradually go away, until he saw it was swallowed by gray fog and misty white snow, and he wanted to say goodbye to this new old friend.

Then he turned his head and cast his gaze to the small town hidden in Thomas Lan's mist.At this time it is covered with a layer of snow.Amidst the lingering thick fog, there are towering buildings standing proudly among them.Under the half cover of the cloud and mist, there are only vaguely indistinguishable cold outlines, which at first glance look like huge black tombstones, roaring to all outsiders the unfriendly language exclusive to this small town.

It's like a fantasy scene from a British TV series.Allen thought he wouldn't be surprised if a vampire or a werewolf turned the next corner.

Just when Allen was expressing his emotions about the new environment, a voice sounded behind him: "Good morning, Mr. Walton." The sudden sound in the dead silence made Allen turn his head quickly in fright—only then did he understand Five meters away from no one, there is a black car with elegant lines parked.

And beside the car, stood a beautiful woman.

Allen hesitated for a while, and walked over. "Hi, you are...Principal Monica?" Even though the voice was somewhat similar, he still asked uncertainly.After all, the image of the person in front of him was too different from his original conception.

The black-haired woman in front of her is very gorgeous, and her makeup is exquisite.The vermilion and plump lips are very sexy, and the beautiful figure is wrapped in a neatly cut purplish red dress, which is an extremely expensive style.

She doesn't look like she is 30 years old. If Allen met on the streets of City A, he might think she was a contracted model of Victoria's Secret. Isn't the principal of the high school an old and cautious ugly old man?

"Yes, sir. But you can call me Miranda." Miranda Monica chuckled, curling her lips.There are spots of light in those green eyes, like two fine amber stones. "Welcome to Fogg, my new friend," she said, turning slightly to open the car door for Allen.

Allen quickly held onto the door panel and got into the car. "Oh, thank you—Ms. Miranda, you are so kind." Alan felt a little uncomfortable being treated so kindly by a beautiful woman.He has never been good at communicating with people, maybe facing the street sign just now, he can chat more vigorously. "I just arrived, it's a coincidence that you passed by." He whispered, trying to find something to talk about.

"Of course, Ellen, I'm actually here to pick you up." She stepped on the clutch and started the car.Allen finally saw the license plate - Rolls Royce?This made him tense his back muscles and sat upright. "Actually, it's not difficult to find. There are only one bus in Fogg Town for a month. It must have not broken down halfway, and it will always arrive on time at seven."

Miranda glanced at Allen and continued cheerfully, "But then again, I haven't seen it in half a year, so you've hit the jackpot!" She giggled, as if she heard something from the sky. Big joke.

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