Chapter 327: The Waste Club

"Hey! Hey! Over here!"

Little fat Ben got out of the car and ran towards the friends in front of him. In fact, they were not Ben's friends, and he was not familiar with those people.

In order to improve himself in front of federal agent John, he accidentally said such words, and now he could only bite the bullet and approach the five people on the bicycle.

After approaching fifty or sixty meters, Ben suddenly saw a girl with fiery red hair like maple leaves among the group of cyclists, and his heart suddenly jumped.

That was the girl he met during the summer vacation at school. She also left a beautiful name, Beverly, in her drawing book.

After school that day, Ben had been thinking about this girl and wanted to express...thank you to her!

Yes, thank her for being able to ignore the cold looks of many people and talk to him, a marginalized figure in the school.

To this day, Ben can still recall the time after school that afternoon when Beverly left her name and representation in the drawing book... er, friendship! right! The look of love that represents friendship, the indifferent smile, and the action of biting the pen cap are as beautiful and moving as a portrait.

At that moment, Ben knew that the rumors about her in the school were all false. How could the beautiful and holy Beverly be such a person!

"This classmate?"

Beverly, who was riding a bicycle, saw her classmate Ben, whom she had met once, stop them and run in front of them. She looked at him blankly and couldn't help but smile. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

It's too easy to guess the thoughts of an innocent boy, and Ben won't hide himself. Except for some boys who don't have that concept in their minds, others can see Ben's emerging thoughts as long as they look carefully.

The other four boys riding bicycles looked at Ben with strange expressions.

"Uh..." Ben came to his senses and dug his toes on the ground. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to go home and lock the door, but this was also an opportunity. "Hey! Guys, you must not believe what I encountered today, look at this!"

Raising his sensual hand, Ben showed everyone the bracelet on his left hand.

The thin boy wearing glasses and with black naturally curly hair squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and praised: "It's a good thing, but I don't see what's worth making a fuss about. Maybe there will be something similar in the jewelry store, another day I can go buy one too.”

"What, is there anything special about this? Is it a special bracelet that can resist virus invasion?" Another thin boy with two bags on his waist also said.

"Neither."

None of these answers were correct. Ben raised his chin quite proudly, but he was still a little shy when communicating with people he was not familiar with.

"This is a bracelet that can call for help. As long as I press here, a federal agent will come to save me!"

Ben was very happy to get such a cool thing and wanted to show off, but the other people just looked at Ben with subtle expressions.

"Where are the federal agents in this small town?" Finally, the kind-hearted boy Billy spoke to ease the embarrassment of the still confused Ben.

It's just that he stutters a bit when speaking. This is Billy's congenital disease, not his social fear.

Someone responded, and Ben's desire to tell became even stronger, and he then told the story one by one about how he and Boris fought with each other and were helped by the federal agent assistant who entered the town and formed a good relationship.

Even after looking back and seeing that the car parked on the side of the road had left, he told him that federal agent John Chief was investigating the disappearances in the small town.

In my heart, I comforted myself by saying, I am not leaking secrets. Chief John never said not to tell...

After hearing the whole story, the four boys and one girl were all shocked. They already believed Ben's words.

Ben didn't look like he was lying. There had indeed been a lot of disappearances in the town recently, and there was a possibility of attracting federal agents.

"So, you, you are now assisting federal agents in investigating disappearances? I didn't know you still had... such abilities. Can you let me join in?"

After confirming that what Ben said was true, Billy immediately dropped his bicycle and walked up to Ben. He grabbed Ben's shoulders so excitedly that his eye circles turned red.

Ben looked at Billy, who was grabbing his shoulder, and remembered what happened to him.

A year ago, Billy's brother George was killed on a rainy day. This was the last time local newspapers reported on a large scale the case of missing children in the small town.

Later, for some unspecified reasons, the newspaper refused to report.

The police in the small town were unwilling to investigate the matter. The adults completely ignored the matter and regarded all disappearances as commonplace, with an ambiguous attitude.

This seems to have become an eternal regret in Billy's heart. Even after a year, he has not been able to get rid of his thoughts.

Ben was quite sympathetic to Billy and nodded: "Yes, of course. Most of the missing people in the town are minors, and there is a special cycle. During this period, every minor is in danger... …There are some clues in my room, do you want to take a look?”

The other four people looked at each other and finally agreed.

Everyone got on the car, and Billy drove Ben to Ben's house.

After arriving at home, Ben thought of his messy room. He eagerly jumped off the back seat of his bicycle, ran into the room at home, stuffed all the clothes scattered on the bed into the closet, and then invited his new friends into the house. .

Ben's room is not as messy as an ordinary boy's home. Everything is neatly arranged. The most distinctive thing is that the wall opposite the door is covered with various cut newspaper information and old book pages, like a clue wall, with many information related to the town's history and missing cases.

Before, Ben thought these things were interesting, so he posted them. Now, he feels another benefit of doing so.

Show off your excellence in front of your peers. It's not everyone who can organize and summarize so many clues and information into a whole wall of information!

"Cool, right?" Ben's voice was small and proud.

"No, it's not cool." Ricky, a curly-haired boy wearing glasses, looked at the things in the room with some sourness, and said unconvincedly: "It's no big deal..."

Others were also attracted by the various cases and information related to Derry Town placed in the room, and walked around to check.

Ricky, Eddie, a boy with two bags on his waist, and Stanley, a descendant of a relatively taciturn clergy family, stood in front of the wall with the most information, looking at the dazzling clues on the wall.

After Ricky, who talked the most, finished his sarcasm, he also became a little curious and asked, "With these, can the federal agent find the real culprit of the kidnapping case?"

Billy put down the film on the desk and walked to the wall. He also saw a photo of his brother George on the wall...

"In the beginning, Derry Town was a camp for catching beavers," Ben wanted to explain the historical events of Derry Town to his new friends, but because of his poor eloquence, he didn't know how to connect smoothly after the beginning, so he had to ignore the transition and continue, "91 people signed the Derry Autonomy Charter, but after that winter, everyone disappeared inexplicably. There is a clue... The road leading to Shuijingfang is full of clothes."

At this point, Ben suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to tell this to Chief John!"