[Leilu Modern AU] Scarlet World

Charlie Comblan did leave York.

This conclusion was confirmed by Lester and Louis in the evening.

During the day, they went to church and to Comeron's house, but it was impossible for a person to leave without a trace.So they went back to the car and asked Claudia to inquire about Cameron's movements, while waiting for the night to fall, so that they could better enter his house to have a look-you must know that the very special Mrs. Mohd in the afternoon An idle middle-aged housewife who knows every move of the neighbors' house like the back of the hand, and if two big men sneak into Mr. Comeron's house next door to her during the day, she will never be unaware.But in the evening, she was too busy cooking to make dinner for her husband, who only sat on the couch reading the newspaper, and her two sons with acne, when she was too busy to pay attention to the dark outside. Something is happening.

Lester and Louie had next to nothing at the Comeren home.Of course, they confirmed that Comron had taken some change of clothes and related documents, and also drove away his car.But these things can be known without going in.

Louis opened one drawer after another, trying to find out what secrets this suspected guilty priest was hiding, but there was nothing, no diary, no newspaper clippings, nothing. There were only some religious books in the bookcases and drawers, and some others. There will also be literary works such as Dante's "Divine Comedy" or Shakespeare's "Hamlet".

"He wouldn't have left those things to be discovered," Lester reminded, noticing the movement on Louie's hands, "even if there were."

"Will he take it with him?"

"Maybe, if he's not willing to destroy those things, if it's me, it's safest to set them on fire."

What Lester is doing is searching room after room, trying to find secret compartments or some hidden space, even if there is nothing in it, the existence of these places can explain the problem.But he also failed.

In the end, the two of them sat helplessly back to back on the living room rug.

"This man is much more difficult to deal with than we imagined," Lester said, "He doesn't use the Internet, Claudia's ability is bound by 70.00%; when he talks to you, we have no flaws. After listening to that recording several times, I only found a few flaws that are not enough to be called evidence."

"He can be said to be the will of the Lord. No one in this world is more qualified than him to push everything to the Lord."

"Louis, this is the spokesperson chosen by your Lord? When he needed it, the Lord became his excuse. What a good scapegoat."

"Lester..."

"He has built a good reputation for decades. According to the information Claudia gave us, countless people are convinced by his charisma."

"They become very religious like the vanners."

"Yes, they've been fanatics ever since, but," added Lester, "I can't even tell whether they're followers of God or Comeron's."

"..."

"What's so great about Camron? He never distorts the teachings. He's not those cult elders who distort religious teachings. He just uses serious religious words to tame his believers."

"Remember?" Louis suddenly remembered something, "Claudia's information mentioned that he seemed to have joined a psychology club when he was studying, but it was very short-term, only a month or so."

"I remember."

"He joined a lot of clubs, literature, religion, history, and even handmade. It took much longer. At the beginning, this didn't attract my attention. I thought he was not interested after joining, so he quit."

"Or," Lester tried to raise that terrible conjecture, "did he learn too quickly and start to feel that the content in the club is too superficial and boring?"

"And then changed to self-study?"

"So we don't know anything about it..."

"..." After a pause, Louis said, "Actually, he was invulnerable."

"But his escape speaks volumes."

"Did he expect us to come to him again?"

"I guess so, maybe he's already been anxious from the moment you came to the door, although you don't know anything; his so-called illness is most likely intentional."

"He has a guilty conscience."

"No matter how cunning a fox is, it will show its tail."

"Why is he guilty?"

"Don't know," said Lester, "but, Louie..."

The blond man turned his head to the side, sighed, and said, "He must have done something that made him afraid to face you again. Although we have not yet been able to determine what role he played in Vanner's death... ...my premonition is not good."

If Louis had been a little more familiar with Leicester's career, he would have known that this top killer called "Vampire" not only possessed frightening killing techniques, but also had an unbelievably precise intuition.He almost relied on these two for food, and the latter even helped him escape several catastrophes and complete almost impossible tasks.

But now, Lester's premonition was not only bad, he even had a rough guess about the context of the matter, but he didn't dare to say a word to Louis before checking it out in detail.

Lester turned his back to Louis, and couldn't see Louis' expression, only heard slightly unsteady breathing.His premonition came back again, this time about Louie.

He began to feel that Louis also had a very vague guess about the matter, although it was as hazy as the universe before the big bang, and he might even have a little bad idea that couldn't be described, but he thought of it.

After a while, Louis's low voice came from the air: "I know... Lester."

Lester raised his head, leaned against the back of Louis' head, and let out a long sigh.

At this time, both of their mobile phones lighted up fluorescent light at the same time.

......

Father Commran left York in his old Chevrolet on Wednesday morning.

He left his cell phone at home, with the calls diverted to voicemail, and left with nothing but his ID, his clothes, and all the cash.

He drove a Chevrolet and drove west along the road. After driving about [-] kilometers, he parked the car beside a long-distance bus stop and walked into the public toilet with a luggage bag.

When he walked out again, his appearance was no longer that kind-hearted old priest.He is now bald, shaved off his beard, removed his glasses and put on a pair of dark glasses.He was wearing a shabby yellow brick-red T-shirt over a dark brown leather vest, and his trousers were replaced by a pair of old jeans, which he rolled on the ground outside to make it more dirty.He wears a distressed leather brown cowboy hat, and his shoes are a pair of Timberland leather yellow boots.He had an extra tattoo on his neck, and he wore several rough silver rings on his hands.

Of course, he had an extra piece of gum in his mouth.

He sold the old Chevrolet cheaply to the owner of the grocery store at the bus stop for a few hundred dollars in this attire.He also divided the money into several parts, one part was stuffed in the shoes, the other part was in the trouser pocket, and the other part was in the underwear.

Then, he bought a ticket casually, and half an hour later got on a long-distance bus to an unknown destination.

......

Charlie Comrun arrived at Stone Town, two states away from York, at noon a week later.

Stone City is an unknown town. Its heavy industry and trade were very developed decades ago. Later, with the deterioration of the environment and the transfer of industries, it gradually fell into disrepair. Now it is sparsely populated, and there are more hotels and so on.Because it has become a hotspot for road trips, most passing travelers will choose to stop here to rest, refuel, buy something to eat, or get some sleep.

Being selected for the development of heavy industry means that its natural landscape is lackluster and there is little need for protection.It has neither the verdant wild forest, nor the weird and rugged mountains, nor the magnificent rivers. Except for the yellow sand, it only has some low shrubs and thorns.Therefore, the government is muddling along and has no intention of developing the tourism industry at all.

The residents here are tough, bloody brawls often occur in small town bars, and the local government is very troubled by this. Compared with the construction of a thankless tourist town, public security is what they care most about.

Of course, because of the hot-blooded style of the residents, the town still maintains the ancient tradition of whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. Therefore, when Charlie Comron, who is about six feet two and dressed fiercely and is not easy to mess with, walks in At the "Night Snake" bar, he got a quiet corner.

He ordered a glass of whiskey without ice, but didn't take a sip. His long-term living habits made him have no preference for alcohol. He just sat there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He sat all night.About three hours.Then he paid the bill and left the bar.

Crick, the barman, found the glass of whiskey untouched when he cleared the table, so he shrugged, took it back to the bar, and drank it himself.

The very tough-looking hunk walked the streets of the town back to his hotel and took a quick shower.

He's been resting here for two days, and it's time to move on to the west.Thinking of this, he fell into a deep sleep.

Therefore, he never expected that when he opened his eyes again, his situation would undergo an astonishing change.

TBC.