I kidnapped an alien civilization

Adam Burr, Residence: Hartley Village.

half an hour later

The mayor of Balazs successfully found the name on the envelope from the Registration Book of Gold Rush Town Residents, but the doubt on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Hasn't Hartley Village been deserted for a long time, and there are still people living there?

The handwriting of the resident registration information twenty years ago is the handwriting of the mayor of Balazs, but he has no memory of this name in his mind.

Don't think about things that you can't figure out, this is the survival rule of the small town.

The mayor of Balazs put down the registration book in his hand, poured a cup of coffee as usual, picked up the newspaper from a week ago, and was about to open the entertainment page.

But his eyes involuntarily glanced at the letter on the table.

He has been the mayor of the gold rush town for more than 30 years, and he has always considered himself an excellent mayor who knows every resident of the town well. But the appearance of this letter, like a sharp sewing needle, pierced his cognition.

Mayor Balazs gulped down the small amount of coffee in his cup, and copied the letter.

He wanted to know who the hell this damn Adam Burr was!

Hartley Village is less than 20 kilometers away from the gold mining town, but more than half of the 20 kilometers is a narrow road. The mayor of Balazs drove carefully, for fear that he would fall into the deep ditch beside the road, so when his old pickup truck with black smoke from the rear appeared at the village entrance, it was already noon.

Like all the nearly abandoned villages in the gold rush town area, Hartley Village was deserted. Among the overgrown bushes on the ground, rotting wood can be seen here and there, which is a masterpiece of termites. Without residents, the place has become a paradise for wild animals again. Groups of gray squirrels are playing on the branches of tall chestnut trees. When they see a strange iron guy parked under their homes, they drop their nut.

The nuts fell on the roof of the car, making a dang dang. sound.

These damned fellows!

The mayor of Balazs honked the horn a few times, and the gray squirrels on the chestnut tree entered the tree hole vigilantly, and the surroundings fell into silence again.

Without the harassment from the indigenous people, the mayor of Balazs re-observed the path at the entrance of the village. The path is very narrow, there are no bends on the green grass on the side of the road, and there are no ruts or traces of large animals on the dirt road.

This is a completely abandoned village.

Mayor Balazs hesitated for a long time, but finally he didn't have the courage to leave the pickup truck. He loaded the pistol on his waist, then took out a police horn from the co-pilot's storage box, and shouted out the window: Adam Burr!

Adam Burr, I am Balazs, the mayor of the gold mining town, and here is a letter from you.

If you can hear me, please put your head in your hands and come to the entrance of the village.

The loud noise that had never been heard in the past few decades reverberated in the village, startling a large group of black eagles.

Adam Burr, I am Balazs, the mayor of the gold mining town, and here is a letter from you.

If you can hear me, please put your head in your hands and come to the entrance of the village.

Just when the mayor of Balazs was dry and decided to give up his exploration trip and let the damn letter go to hell. An old man with gray hair in a worn-out denim jacket, carrying a colorful pheasant, emerged from the bushes by the roadside.

Mayor Balazs put down his police horn, stretched one hand to his waist, opened the car door with the other, and shouted at the old man, Adam Burr?

The old man nodded heavily, hung the pheasant in his hand on the tree branch, and raised his hands.

Only then did Mayor Baraz's hand leave his waist.

I'm the mayor of the gold mining town, why don't I remember you?

Adam Burr cracked a smile on his face: Twenty years ago, when I checked into your office, you seemed hungover.

Listen to the mayor's assistant Miss Jemma explaining that you just held a wedding with the girl from the blacksmith's family.

Hearing that Adam Burr mentioned Miss Gemma, the mayor of Balazs completely let go of his vigilance. Because Miss Gemma passed away eighteen years ago, some new residents or fugitives from outside did not know her existence at all.

This is your letter! He took out the letter from the car and handed it over.

I didn't expect you to have relatives in Anatolia?

Adam Burr reached out to take the envelope, stuffed it in his trouser pocket, and his eyes flickered: A distant aunt, we have been in touch for many years.

As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave, as if he was anxious to enjoy the pheasant feast.

The mayor of Balazs did not continue to ask. Compared with Anatolia's distant aunt, this Adam Burr looked more suspicious. A person has lived alone in this deserted village for nearly 30 years. How does he survive?

What did he do 30 years ago?

Why did you come to the Gold Rush Town?

Many questions.

But these Balazs mayors don't care, as long as this Adam Burr obeys the law in the town and doesn't make trouble. Just the good townspeople of the town.

He also dared to rush back to the town before one o'clock in the afternoon. Missing this time, the only restaurant in the town will be closed.

What the mayor of Balazs didn't expect was that Adam Burr, whom he called a good townsman, was standing under a big tree holding a torch at this time.

On the height of the big tree, on the thick branches of the tree, stands a small house.

With the agility unbecoming of his gray hair, he climbed up the tree trunk and threw the torch in his hand into the hut.

The fire was rolling.

All traces of 30 years were wiped away.

With no salute, no food, no water, Adam Burr was exhausted when he emerged on the side of an interstate highway, straddling more than 50 kilometers on his legs.

Fortunately, the most enthusiastic people always live in the wild west.

A Beetle slowly stopped in front of Adam Burr.

When the window was lowered, a blond woman wearing sunglasses looked curious: Uncle, do you want a ride?

Adam Burr nodded slowly, this woman is too young, what a pity.

Ten days later, a former resident of a gold mining town appeared on the streets of LA, a prosperous city in country M. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a map in his hand.

No. 218, Beatrice Avenue, LA, is here. Muttering in his mouth, he stepped into a residential building.

Room 314. After carefully checking the house number.

Knock gently.

A black eyeball appeared in the palm-sized square hole on the steel anti-theft door.

Gulu, Gulu. Adam Burr closed his mouth tightly, and there was a strange sound in his abdominal cavity.

The pupil of the eyeball in the square hole constricts.

There was a sound of iron chain hitting inside the door, and the steel anti-theft door opened slightly.

The one who opened the door was a child in his teens, with a frightened expression on his face: Is it time, farmer?

It's time! Breeder! Adam Burr took out the crumpled letter from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

On the kraft paper envelope, there were a few strange symbols written in a few hastily.

But the child seemed to have seen the most vicious snake, his face was pale, and he took a few steps back.

Gulu, Gulu. The strange sound in Adam Burr's abdomen sounded again.

There was a hint of despair on the child's pale face, and he took the envelope with trembling hands.

Adam Burr smiled, knowing his job was done.