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"Ian, you now have access to everything in the FBI archives about the 'Hunters' case, including my statement about my father's death."

"I want to hear from you." Ian's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"Is this the shadow that has plagued you for eight years? It keeps you in the most dangerous place and refuses to return to your peaceful hometown? Makes you think I'm terrible?"

"……Yes."

"Then let me tell you, my stepfather has hobbies very similar to Mr. Camporam's. I didn't want to sit in the passenger seat at all, but he forced me into that seat and was kind enough to replace me. I put on my seat belt. He kept touching me while driving. And his movements became more and more exaggerated, and the expression on his face became more and more arrogant. He said, we should go all the way like this. How good? I couldn't take it anymore, and reached out to grab the steering wheel. He didn't expect me to resist, so he slapped me twice and told me to be obedient. He said that he remembered driving for another half an hour, and he would pass a highway Motel Yes. What do you think he will do to me in that Motel?"

Ian was silent. Although he kept looking at the road ahead, his fingers subconsciously clenched the steering wheel, and the knuckles of his fingers made a rattling sound.

"Then we hit the 'hunters'. They knocked our car off the road. I put on my seatbelt and tried to get out through the shattered window, but my stepdad held me tight and asked' Where are you going! You must be with me! Even if you die, you must be with me!' So I grabbed a stone on the ground, closed my eyes and smashed it hard on him. Once, twice, three times Down, down, down! Until he lets go until I'm sure he can't touch me again."

"Haley, you don't have to go on. Enough is enough!"

"When I climbed out of that car, the 'hunters' looked at me and said 'Hey, I found a funny pet! He just stoned someone to death!' Because they thought I was funny, I didn't like Killed like any other prey."

Hailey's voice was very calm, so calm that it made people feel that their hearts ached and they couldn't breathe.

"Whether it's the nights being fed in the dark by the 'hunters', or going home to Russell's house in a soft, secure bed, I can always feel that disgusting man coming back. He's hugging me right next to me." He touches me, his voice is in my ears... so every night I can't sleep, I will write to you."

Ian slammed on the brakes, and they came to a stop somewhere along the endless highway.

"But...you never wrote back to me."

Ian's fingers rested on Haili's cheek, and he was frozen, unable to move, not knowing how to touch him.

"I'm sorry, Haley..."

Haley shook his head and waved Ian's hand away.

"You don't need to say 'I'm sorry'. You protected me in that dark forest. In everyone's heart, there is a secret place of roses. It is the most primitive and purest place. It refuses anyone to enter, But once you enter, you will use everything you have to treasure it. It's like Lawrence is the only one in Lucia's rose secret realm. In my secret realm, there is only you."

Ian pressed his hands on the steering wheel and remained silent for a long time.

It didn't take long for news about the Camporam family to appear on major TV stations and online media.Various versions of the story are circulating on the Internet. Some say that the Camporam family is the descendant of Dracula, and others say that the genes of this family have various defects and so on.Now only Lawrence is left in the family.According to some news reports, Lawrence has been acting out of his mind lately.The Camporam family was on the verge of bankruptcy due to the negative news, and Lawrence still spent a lot of money salvaging something in that small lake in the forest.

Ian rubbed his forehead, unexpectedly, Lawrence took Haley's words seriously.

He'd never taken Haley's words seriously...at least not all of them.

Ian entered the internal file system of the investigation bureau, entered his password, and retrieved the information of the "hunter" back then.The content is very detailed, and it can be said that the evidence is as solid as a mountain.And these "ironclad evidence" came from Haley, which accounted for one-third.

When Ian read all the materials, including the court records, he discovered another related case, that is, Hailey confessed to the federal agents that his stepfather was not killed in a car accident caused by the pursuit of the "hunter". The way "hunters" find their prey is to use trucks to knock down pedestrians on the road and drive victims into the forest.Haley, on the other hand, killed his stepfather by beating his stepfather in the head with a stone after the car crash.

Ian raised his hand and pressed his chin forcefully. He didn't expect Haili to say this to the Bureau of Investigation.

But Hailey's actions were classified as self-defense.

According to the investigation, Haley ran away from home six times within a year when he was living with his stepfather.Everyone regarded his behavior as a rebellious psychology that he could not accept the remarriage of his mother after losing his father.Neighbors all said that Haley's stepfather treated him very well and satisfied him in every way.But one person stood up to speak out, and that was Langdon, a 16-year-old boy from the neighbor's house.He said he saw Hailey's stepfather enter his room and do some inappropriate behavior.The police found several hidden folders in the computer left by Haili's father, which were all about Haili's photos, which were obviously taken without Haili's reluctance.The psychiatrist's assessment of Hailey also indicated that his childhood was indeed damaged.

Ian clicked on those photos, and when the first photo flooded his eyes, his heart seemed to be punched hard.

Resisting the urge to turn the photos off, Ian went through them cover to cover.

Turning off the computer, he sat at the desk and smoked silently until the whole pack of cigarettes was exhausted.

Haili was standing in front of the bookshelf, patiently sorting out his collection, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Seeing the displayed name, Haili raised the corners of his lips, as if a gleam of moonlight suddenly appeared in the dark night.

"Uncle Ian - it's rare that you call me."

"sorry."

"Excuse me for what?" Hailey moved a book to another bookshelf with disinterest.

"I didn't read your letter."

"It's okay, they're just letters." Haley shrugged.

"But you said that every night you couldn't sleep ... you would write to me."

Especially when thinking of your stepfather.

"Ah——" Haili raised her voice, with a playful smile in her voice, "You mean those letters. I really wrote the first letter to you seriously, telling you that I had a very good time with my grandfather. Good. But you didn't reply, so I sent you blank letterheads afterwards, because I knew you wouldn't read it."

Ian frowned, "Are you kidding me?"

"Wait, Uncle Ian, don't you feel sorry for not reading the letter I wrote to you? It doesn't matter. From today on, I can write to you every day. My own handwriting..."

"Goodbye."

Ian hung up the phone.

At this time, the old butler Cliff came in with a newspaper.

"Sir, Lawrence of the Camporams has committed suicide."

"Oh? Really? How did he die?" Hailey didn't look back, but continued to organize his bookshelves.

"He was gunned down in front of the tombstone of Lucia Camporam with a necklace box in his hand when he died."

"Oh, he really fished that necklace box out of the lake? He really has perseverance and perseverance." Hailey sighed with pity.

"Sir, is 'that necklace case' the necklace case you sent me a photo of?"

Haley turned around and walked over to Cliff, "Yeah, that's the one. You did a good job."

"Oh. If that's the case, you can't let Ian know. He will definitely be angry with you." Cliff said seriously.

"Yeah, I can't let Ian know." Hailey took the newspaper from Cliff's hand, tilted his head and sighed, "Hey, Cliff... Do you think people are strange animals? The bottom line is just a reason to make yourself more confused, more painful, and even die, but always clinging to the truth. But the truth is always relative."

"Sir, do you need a bottle of red wine to celebrate?" Cliff asked.

"Celebrate what?"

"Congratulations Ian is still by your side."

"Ah..." Haili tapped his fingers in the air, "This is also my pathetic point. I think it's better to save a bottle of red wine until the day when I am called by the Lord, Ian If it's still with me, that's the real thing to celebrate. Open that bottle of wine then. What do you think, Cliff?"

"I think it's a very romantic idea." Cliff replied flatly.

At this moment, Ian was sitting at his desk, typing away at the computer.He had to write a report on the W town case and send it to Maddy Rowan.

At this time, he really felt that this job was not beautiful at all, on the contrary, it was simply a kind of suffering.

Obviously Hayley Russell graduated from an Ivy League school, shouldn't that guy do this kind of brain-intensive paperwork?

Why is he?

Ian rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the seat.

At this moment, Ian received a text message from Hayley: Dear Uncle Ian, your 'sorry' is so touching.In order to encourage you to say more lovely words to me, I will finish the report, and tomorrow I just need to print it out and give it to the bald fat man.

Apparently, the fat bald man was referring to Maddy Rowan.

Ian bets that only that bastard Hayley in the whole New York bureau dares to call him that.

It's just that if this guy decided to write the damn report, why didn't he say so sooner!

Ian glanced at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Haley definitely did it on purpose!No matter what happened in the future, even if Muddy Ron was going to fire him, he would never touch any paperwork again!

Picking up his shirt, Ian left the branch building.

Ian was a little hungry. He came to a 7-11 and chose a steak sandwich and a bucket of milk in front of the freezer. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a young man in a sweater and hat paying the bill.

"I say bro! You forgot to pay for that Snickers bar in your pocket!" came the cashier's yell.

The young man stretched out his hand and gestured for a while, then pressed his pocket.

The cashier was obviously impatient, and just made another solemn statement: "If you want to take something out of here, you have to pay. If you don't have money, just leave it. It's as simple as that, understand?"

The young man patted his chest again.

The cashier got angry, "Hey! Are you dumb! Leave if you don't have any money!"

The young man's fist was clenched, and his fingers suddenly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a gun, opened the safety catch, and pointed at the cashier.

The cashier was suddenly dumbfounded. He raised his hands and took half a step back, his shoulders stiffened.

"Hey! Dude! Calm down! It's just a Snickers bar! You can take it! And these... you can take them all! Just don't shoot..."