Welcome to Forge Town

Allen stood by the road early Sunday morning.He was disheveled and stared blankly at the scorched building in front of him.

In the cold wind, he rode for a full half an hour without being disturbed by the police officers around him who were shouting at him.It wasn't until the crow on the branch yelled that he slowly came back to his senses.

The first thing he noticed was that not far behind him was the "passionate communication" controlled by one party—Peter Rowan, one of the few police officers in Fogg Town, was asking the neighbors if there was any suspicious person last night haunt.Obviously, this is an extremely difficult physical labor.

A 60-year-old woman living alone lives in a clothing business next door to the charred building.After experiencing the life-and-death situation last night, she, who was almost affected, felt extremely anxious and restless in her heart.She pointed at Peter's nose and cursed, saying that the police officers representing the government did not do enough to maintain the town, and they had no right to abuse public money and so on.

All kinds of crimes were covered up, and Peter had to bow down and apologize.But Allen knew that Peter's hard work was not reflected in his administrative performance, because he still didn't get any information worth referring to in the end.Everything seemed to be just a natural accident as the firefighters said.

——As Ellen dreamed last night, Patty's pastry shop really caught fire.

That night, firefighters from Fogg Town rescued the people overnight, and the fire alarm bells hardly stopped for a moment.Fueled by the gas, the tongues of flames reached high into the sky, staining the night with blood, with the momentum to devour the sky.In just one hour, the town was filled with ash and smoke, and the small pastry shop was burned that night.

According to the speculation of the firefighters, the kitchen is likely to be the initial fire point. As for the cause of the fire, it may not be separated from the leakage of natural gas.Sadly, the fire not only destroyed a house, but even took a life.

Yes, Petty Hughes is dead.

She lost all signs of life almost instantly.She lived on the third floor and was unable to be rescued.It is said that when the firefighters found her, her skin was scorched black and numerous blisters were scalded.Lying on the bed with a solemn appearance, he has not breathed for a long time, and there is no way to recover.

For such a big incident, Nicole, who is a school doctor, also received an emergency support request from the city center.She arrived almost immediately, and it was she who called Alan just now to let him go to the central hospital with his group.

By the time Allen arrived, Jill had already been transferred to intensive care.Nicole said that Jill's class teacher Simon Pearson also came to visit a little earlier before Allen's arrival, and did not leave until the lights in the emergency room went out.

Things are not looking good for Jill.Her respiratory tract was severely burned, and she was not awake for a while, and it will probably take a long time to recover afterward.But no one knows that even if the physical pain can gradually subside, the psychological injury of losing a loved one again will inevitably leave scars.

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The successive deaths cast a gloomy and melancholy atmosphere on the small town.This miserable situation cannot be warmed up even as the weather gradually warms up.The faces of the townspeople each wore a vigilant expression that everyone was in danger.

After visiting the scene of the fire, Alan didn't know where to go, so he had to turn into the red telephone booth on the corner of the street, and then dialed the number to the downtown hospital to confirm Jill's current condition with Nicole.But as he expected, Jill has not woken up yet, and Nicole said that she will stay in the ward for her until tomorrow, waiting for the relevant test report.

After that, Allen went to the coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee. When the slightly bitter taste swept his taste buds, his mind was still blank.This huge blankness lasted until he got home and saw an unexpected guest sitting on his living room sofa, and he was still unable to react.

In the end, the other party couldn't help breaking the silence.

"If you don't mind—it's a bit cold right now, could you please come in first and close the door?"

The other party held a teacup and asked gracefully. "Of course, if you can, please close your stupidly open mouth...Sorry, I don't mean anything else, I just think it's a little unsightly." He stretched his cheek muscles and showed a smirk Smile without laughing.

Allen came back to his senses, and then closed his sore jaw.

"No, wait." Allen finally sensed something strange, "Why are you at my house? As far as I know—sir, you should not have the key to the house!" Allen said with a frown.He looked at the man's muscular figure wearing only a vest, and thought to himself that it was God's mercy that the weather didn't kill him from the cold.

But out of good etiquette, he still closed the door behind him.

"Keys? Of course there are. Most fools like to hide spare keys under mats or flower pots, and you know, you've never left one of them, so it's easy to guess." See the cold air blocked out , Brandon stretched comfortably.He took a bunch of keys from his pocket and threw them on the table.The metal collided with the glass, making a crisp sound.

"Also, my name is Brandon Kerclough. But you can call me Brandon, I allow you not to be so strange." He grinned, and pulled the quilt beside him, and pulled himself His tall body sank into the soft sofa.He picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea—this was a tea bag he had just picked up from the kitchen. It didn't taste very good, but he could barely swallow it.

So judging from the current picture, Brandon is more like a house owner than Allen, who behaves awkwardly.

"Great, thanks for letting me know, 'Brandon'." Allen said, forcing himself to take a deep breath. "If there is nothing else, I think you can go first. Maybe you can wait for me to mail you an "invitation card" one day, and then you can "officially" visit my "private" space. In this way, I will have time to replace You make a pot of tea."

He said it almost through gritted teeth, emphasizing certain words to express anger.After all--oh my God, he had never seen such an aggressive criminal!But of course, he has no experience of breaking through empty doors.You must know that even if Fogg Town is located in a remote place that no one cares about, the laws of the country will not become invalid because of this!

But this time Brandon didn't intend to take over, but opened up a new topic on his own. "Speaking of this...have you heard? There was a fire last night." He raised his feet and said suddenly, "That was not a small accident, and one person died." Picking up the teacup , he said calmly.

Facing the sudden turn of the topic, Allen was almost caught off guard. "Yes. A bakery," he answered cautiously.

He looked at the teacup in Brandon's hand. The exquisite cup was like a pocket thing of the kingdom of Lilip in his strong hands.At the same time, he thought carefully, what is the use of the other party mentioning this matter?Is it to remind yourself that you should lower your attitude, otherwise it may also lead to disaster?After all, the other party is a hooligan, and it will only be his job to be unreasonable.

So Allen began to regret, maybe he shouldn't have closed the door so quickly just now.He hoped that if something happened to him—such as a broken cervical spine—the smart Nicole would be able to use some clues to catch Brandon, the nasty suspect, for him who was dying.

But this time Allen still couldn't guess correctly.It seems that Alan Shangjia's sixth sense always fails in the face of Brandon who does not play cards according to common sense.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to say that the pastry shop is just behind my house." Brandon said, holding his teacup to his chest, lying on the sofa, "So you can guess, my house was also affected. , is still under renovation for the time being, so I plan to stay with you for a while. I think, in the face of the request of the "savior", you should not refuse?" He smiled with a sincere and solemn expression.

But Allen just looked at him indifferently.After a while, he quickly copied the microphone on the table and dialed the hotline of the police station.

#Note: Liliput, the small country in "Gulliver's Travels".

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