I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Reed pursed his lips and looked at Dylan nervously. He squatted down, held Dylan's shoulders, and said soothingly, "Dylan, you know what happened here, tell us Dylan."

Dylan raised his head to look at Rhett, and Torres quickly turned his head to observe Dylan's expression.

Dylan suddenly lowered his head and covered his face. He mumbled something in his mouth. After a while, he shouted loudly, "I'm sorry! I don't know—Dylan doesn't know! I don't know..."

Rhett looked at Dylan's movements and changed the question he asked, "Don't be afraid of Dylan, what happened that night, what did you see that night?"

Dylan's twitching body paused for a moment. He opened his fingers and looked carefully at Rhett. He muttered for a while before begging, "I can't say..."

He approached Rhett mysteriously, grabbing Rhett's clothes with scarred hands, as if he wanted to say something to Rhett.

The little police officer on the side came over suddenly, he bent down, looked at Dylan worriedly, and asked softly, "Are you okay, Dylan?"

Rhett clearly felt that Dylan's body trembled even more when the policeman spoke out. Rhett raised his hand to comfort Dylan, but Dylan pushed him away violently, and waved away the little policeman. hands, buried his face in the sofa, kicked his legs and started shouting again, "It's on fire! Open the door, open the door!"

The little policeman gently hugged Dylan's shoulders, comforting him over and over again, he raised his head and said to Rhett, "You have also seen that Dylan's condition is not stable, why don't you ask other people."

Just as Rhett was about to say something, Gordon stood up and grabbed Rhett. He looked directly at the little policeman and said thoughtfully, "Since Dylan is already like this, let's leave." He grabbed Rhett's arm , and left with everyone.

Torres, who was walking at the end, looked back at Dylan. Dylan had already put on a mask and was looking up carefully in their direction. When he saw Torres looking at him, he immediately screamed, "Fire! Fire is coming! Run away!" Ya! Run!"

The little police officer reached out to hold the back of Dylan's head, pressed him into his arms, and patted his back repeatedly. He turned around and smiled friendlyly at Torres, but Torres only felt creepy.

"Remember to bring the door, Dylan doesn't like too much light in the house."

"Okay." Torres took a few steps back, turned around and closed the door, shutting Dylan's screams in this dark and depressing room.

Al put his arms around Torres' shoulders and half pushed her away. No one spoke along the way. Rocker frowned irritably. He couldn't help turning his head and whispered to Morgan.

"I'm sure that Dylan's memory may be confused, but his consciousness must be clear. He knows what happened that night, but he dare not say it. He is afraid of the policeman."

Morgan held Rocker to let him take a look at him. He turned his head to a house on the side of the road, opened his mouth slightly and said, "Look at the house."

Rocker looked up and saw an old lady sitting by the window, knitting with her head bowed. He looked back to the other side, and the curtain of a small window on the second floor of the small attic moved.

Only then did he realize that people in all the houses they passed were peeking at them.

Rocker pursed his lips and took a deep breath, and kicked hard on the pebbles on the road. His fingers in his pockets were cold, and his palms were sweating.

Gordon didn't stop until he reached the end of the town, where there were no buildings or shelters, turned around and said in a low voice.

"Dylan got his face burnt, probably more than that, and he had scars on his neck and arms, which made him mentally ill. But have you noticed, except for the initial 'don't burn me' , and others are the tone of a bystander, if it is his psychological shadow, he should call for help instead of shouting sorry, let alone 'run away'."

Gordon paused, then lowered his voice again and said, "Dylan was by the side that night, watching the process of their sacrifice to those people."

"'It's on fire, open the door' is in the house." Hu Qi mused, "Those donkey friends were locked in the house and burned to death, but this kind of living sacrifice burned by fire is not locked in the house and burned to death. It’s not convenient for believers to watch.”

"Let's look at the time first, and the time doesn't make sense. In the second message Qiu Chengke sent, he said that he was on the roof, and there were many people below. Assuming this means the start of a living sacrifice, so the believers gather. What is the sacrifice?" Morgan said. recalled saying

"If the sacrifice is a group of donkey friends, then they will definitely find that the sacrifice is not complete. Without the William played by Qiu Chengke, then they will not start the live sacrifice in a hurry. This shows that the crowd Qiu Chengke saw must not be prepared The believers watching the living sacrifice, what exactly is the crowd he saw?"

Al listened to Morgan's analysis and nodded in agreement. She looked at Reid and asked, "When did the three messages from Qiu Chengke come?"

Reid took out his phone and looked up the records, and read, "The last message he sent was at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the first two messages were at [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] in the evening."

"The last location was in the woods not far from the town, and the place where it disappeared was also in that woods."

"Now all our assumptions are based on the occurrence of a living sacrifice in this small town." Reid continued

"If the crowd that Qiu Chengke saw was not a living sacrifice believer, then there are two explanations. First, all our previous reasoning was wrong. Dylan just had a confused memory. The donkey group just left and was not sacrificed. The second is the donkey friend. The group is dead, and the group of people that Qiu Chengke saw suddenly appeared were not believers, but the deformed group that Qiu Chengke mentioned on the phone, but we have never seen in the town."

"Then why didn't Qiu Chengke make it clear." Rocker asked suspiciously.

"There was only five minutes between when he picked up the bloody ID and he sent the second message, and this time he really just didn't have time." Morgan Tired explained to Rocker, "He said in the first message He heard the cry of the child, he didn't have time to explain clearly, he went to save the child."

"What happened during that blank time?" Rocker continued to ask, "The last text message was separated by several hours. There was no news during this time. Where did he go?"

"It should be here, run for your life." Reid muttered to himself.

Morgan, who had been listening carefully to their discussion, suddenly reached out and grabbed Reid. He turned to look at the bushes not far away, and said sharply, "Who!"

The bushes moved, and two seven or eight-year-old boys emerged from it, one of whom was still holding a football.

"What are you doing here?" Al walked over and asked softly, and Torres stood beside her, frowning at the two children.

"I'm playing ball, what's the matter, big sister." One of the boys said crisply.

Al looked at Gordon, then bent over and asked them, "Do you know where the people who came to the town a few days ago went?"

The boy shook his head, and Torres and Rocker looked at each other to make sure they were lying.

The two boys seemed to be losing their patience. They played football and ignored Al, turned and ran away.

Torres shook his head at Al, and said helplessly

"It's useless, no one in this town will tell us the truth, the sheriff is lying, the officer is lying, and these two kids are not telling the truth, call Ryan, call him, it's not us It can be dealt with, if these nearly a thousand people want to do something to us, none of us can escape, Qiu Chengke never came back, and those donkey friends died here, let Ryan come."

"When the policeman patted Dylan on the back, his nose was slightly open, his lower lip covered his upper lip, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was squeezed out. He was very angry because Dylan said the wrong thing." Rocker followed closely He said, "His worries are all fake. He just wants Dylan to shut up. What's going on here? No one is telling the truth, and the only one who is telling the truth is a fool."

As lie detectors, Torres and Rocker are very sensitive to changes in people's emotions. They have been stimulated by these hypocritical people since they entered the town. The faces of the two lie detectorists were a little pale, and they could feel the depression that other people couldn't feel.

This is what this small town really looks like. Apart from the superficial peace and tranquility, this place is oppressive, dark, and extremely hypocritical.

Gordon saw that the two lie detectorists needed to rest and adjust their emotions. He accepted Torres's proposal and started calling Ryan, who answered quickly, promising to come soon.

Hearing Ryan's assurance, the two lie detectorists were relieved. Having SWAT by their side always makes people feel at ease.

At least they will have the confidence to ask those policemen in a while.

"Just wait here, I don't suggest that we go to the woods to find clues." Gordon put down his phone and said.

Ryan took his team to stop at the elementary school outside the town, and it took about half an hour to get there.

A group of people sat and waited in the open space, and Morgan, who was the most capable of all, stood aside and looked around vigilantly.

Ruide's cell phone suddenly turned on, and there was a new text message on it, and the sender was Qiu Chengke.

Reid turned on the phone, and there were only two words on it, "Let's go."

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Not long after Gordon and the others left, the police officers also left. Dylan, who had been huddled by the sofa, got up tremblingly, walked to the window, and looked out through the wooden boards. He took a few glances as if stimulated. Same, hastily drew the curtains again.

He started circling back and forth in the living room, and finally returned to the bedroom to wrap himself in the covers.

In the small attic of the church, the priest was drinking coffee and quietly watching the screen, Dylan's nervous performance, he pressed the earphones tightly, and heard Dylan's broken thoughts in a crying voice.

After a while, he seemed to lose his patience, or maybe he was sure that there would be no problem on Dylan's side. He got up and left the cubicle, and returned to the church.

The screen stayed on the picture of Dylan huddled in the quilt, and suddenly the quilt moved a few times before returning to calm.

The godfather sat on the pew in front of the church and picked up his book. Two boys ran over and said crisply, "They know about living sacrifices."

"They guessed it was on fire."

The author has something to say: sorry! !I'm so late for class today!I am so sorry! ○|￣|_

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