Chapter 402 The Lost Young Man

There is a Muggle town called Trill Town near Hogwarts.

The founder of the school, Godric Gryffindor, claimed to be from the desolate swamp, but in fact he came from Gryffindor Manor in Birmingham. The Muggles in the Hogsmeade village were frightened away by one after another of strange things. Sir Gryffindor distributed hundreds of hectares of his family's land to these farmers for cultivation and exempted them from rent for three years.

This is a very generous thing. In the Middle Ages, there were noble lords who searched for people's fat and people's anointing and conscripted soldiers to fight. Who has seen rent-free?

After hearing about this, many farmers who did not want to continue serving as soldiers for the lord, or who were subject to double taxes from the church and the lord, fled to Scotland to find this paradise. However, when they arrived, they only saw ruins, as the legend said. Same as before, this place was destroyed by dragons and black witchcraft. The reluctant people built villages near the forest and made a lot of money by logging, but because the location is really remote and there are mountains everywhere, a thousand years It has always been the size of a small town.

The town has only one elementary school, one middle school and one high school, and no university. Some children went to university after graduation and left the village where their ancestors lived, while others did not. They married people they had known since childhood and had little contact with outsiders. Therefore, a transfer student from London caused a lot of excitement in high school. No small commotion.

He is so different, he is not as strong as the rugby players in the school team, he looks pale and handsome, exudes a rebellious temperament, and dismisses the girls, which makes them fall for him even more quickly.

From high school to junior high, even the elementary girls were talking about the new Ernest family moving in, except the middle and high school girls wished they could date Dylan Ernest, and the elementary girls were talking about their family. So pale, could it be a vampire from London?

Whoever can date Dylan Ernest is the "prom queen", and the girls are trying their best to attract his attention, but he is not interested in those sweet smirks, but is interested in the one who wears a leather jacket like him, The admittedly bad girl Anna Wood is interested.

Trilling Town was originally called Troll Town, because there are often trolls nearby.

Come on, it's the 21st century, who still believes in trolls? So the "o" in Troll Town became an "i", which became Trill Town.

The London police station is also called Scotland Yard, but in Scotland the police are the police. Mr. David Cleveland, the only sheriff in the town, received the police from Anna Wood's mother. Her daughter disappeared with Dylan Ernest. , The road maintenance worker who finally witnessed the two of them said that the two of them went to the depths of the forest. The sheriff immediately contacted the forest police and was ready to search the mountains to find the two stupid adolescents.

For troublemakers and restless people, rest days are completely superfluous, and what is worse is that there are two rest days in school, so the trouble is doubled.

No one wants to go into the Black Forest, only adventurers who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. David Cleveland kept praying that the two of them would not be in danger. Last summer, two tourists disappeared here and their tents were destroyed. , the belongings inside were looted, blood was everywhere, he didn't want to watch that horrible scene a second time.

David took his own gun, thought for a while and went back to the desk, put the Bible in his coat pocket, it could make him feel better when facing the endless cold and darkness, even if the book The book was accidentally taken from the hotel during a trip.

The police car assigned by the government was driven away by another colleague Daniel, so he had to drive the police car modified from his own car to the forest farm. The blue police lights made this quiet night jumpy, just like a chamaejasma in full bloom. flowers.

The forensic doctors of "Scotland Yard" would not believe that werewolves really existed in this forest. The middle ages when the whole village held torches and burned witches with handaxes and rakes.

Those city people had never heard howling wolves, maybe they took it for the barking of wild dogs or domestic dogs.

"That's right, you're quite right." When people from "Scotland Yard" asked him for his opinion, David was always so perfunctory. The superintendent must think his attitude was very bad, and that cooperation was extremely unpleasant. Yes, the disappearance case ended hastily after two months of intermittent investigation.

David turned on the walkie-talkie. The signal in the mountains has not been very good, and the radio often fails. After a short "rustling" sound, Donald's voice came.

"What's the matter, head?"

"Two teenagers are missing, Anna Wood and Dylan Ernest. Anna's mother reported the case. Old Hansen said they may have gone into the forest."

"It's that punk boy again." Donald cursed disdainfully, "I said a long time ago that he shouldn't go to school and should be sent to a reformatory."

"There are always people like that who get into trouble in crowded places and take refuge in the countryside with few people." Mrs. Carmody said on the public channel, "Compared with modern cities, Tremolo Town is still stuck in the 1980s , my nephew said which old antiques should I put together, hoping to sell them for a high price because they are old enough."

"Speaking of old, do you remember the guy who came to our police station last time?" Donald said. "He's still wearing a bowler hat. I guess he's from Poirot's time."

"I think he's more of a gentleman than you, and that's what a real gentleman should be," said Mrs. Carmody.

"I almost forgot that you were also from Poirot's time, Mrs. Carmody." Donald said impatiently.

"Oh, I won't forget the way you played rock and roll when you were young, Donnie, how long your hair was, it's about the same as your wife now, isn't it?"

"Enough, two, we have work to do." David reminded the two, "Contact that person, Mrs. Carmody, I remember he left his contact information."

"That's a London phone number."

"You just need to contact him." David said impatiently, "Donald, tell Bob, Doman, and Teresa to meet at the low-calorie beer billboard."

"Understood." Donald said listlessly, and then switched the radio, and then David turned off the radio. At this time, he had reached the edge of the dense foggy forest.

After parking the car, he opened the car door and got out of the stuffy car. The cold and humid air made his drowsy mind clear a lot. In the silence, even his own beating heartbeat Noisily, he looked up at the tall trees. They were much older than him, and they had seen and heard more than him. You had no way of knowing what horrible things were lurking behind the trees.

He avoided going to the forest as much as possible. This place made him tremble with fear. He didn't want to shudder like a horror movie heroine.

Suddenly there was a long sound of a horn at the fork in the road. Judging from the model and paint, it should belong to the forest policeman Brandon Baker. After all, the words "Be careful of fire" are written on the hood.

"How bad is it?" Brandon asked after getting out of the pickup truck.

"They have been missing for at least a day. In such a cold day, maybe we can only find their frozen bodies to go back."

"Or they managed to start the fire themselves and are now eating roast rabbit in the cave and laughing at how stupid our faces look now." Brandon shrugged. "You gotta understand, teenager."

"A city boy who knows how to hunt?" David smiled and shook his head. "They can't even hold a credit card."

"Anna is a good hunter. She has been hunting with her father since she was 11 years old. If it weren't for the sudden disappearance of Old Wood, she would not be what she is now." Brandon said, "I think you must think I'm crazy, But do you believe that there are werewolves in this world?"

David didn't answer.

"Do you know how to track, Brandon?"

"Of course." Brandon held up his shotgun. "That's what I learned in police school."

"Then when my men are here, let's go together." David said anxiously, the blue police lights left changing shadows on his face, which looked like a face that was constantly distorting and deforming .