Chapter 3495: Research on Cats and Dogs (Part 54)

Sure enough, as Schiller expected, not long after, the Eleventh Bureau sent back news: a mysterious UFO sighting broke out in a small town in Colorado, which was spread widely for a while.

Of course, this kind of thing is very common in the United States, happening every three days, so it's not information worth noting. However, professional personnel discovered that, unlike the usual rumors, this time the form of the suspected alien aircraft described by the witnesses was quite consistent.

And combined with the ability of psychic ability users, the Eleventh Bureau judged that this might be a large-scale brainwashing leading to collective hallucinations, just to attract their attention.

Because once one thinks of alien spacecraft, one will definitely think of Martians, and naturally, one will associate it with Martian Manhunter. This is the best way to attract the attention of the KGB.

Schiller didn't delay time, immediately took his things, and rushed to the airport. Besides his carry-on luggage, he also brought Aisha. As the source of fear, her hard-control skills were the best choice for dealing with Martians.

Colorado is located in the central part of the United States, adjacent to Kansas, and is a neighbor to Superman's hometown. The largest city is Denver, and its economy is not very developed, but its geographical conditions are special, its natural scenery is magnificent, and it is a must-pass for many foreigners who come to travel.

Buying the plane ticket for the nearest flight, Schiller and Aisha got on the plane.

In front of Schiller, Aisha never made a fuss; she started eating snacks when she got on the plane, slept when she was full, and arrived when she woke up.

The temperature in Colorado is much higher than in Gotham, so there's no need to add clothes. After getting off the plane, they went straight to the car rental company, rented a somewhat old Bentley car, and drove towards the target location.

The location where the abnormality was reported was in the south of Colorado, a small town called Middleton.

When hearing this name, Schiller knew that it should be Marafak's work. Because, in the comics, Martian Manhunter has been working in this town.

Driving all the way south, they soon arrived at the country road of the small town. Just at this time, a police car came over, flashing lights to signal Schiller to pull over.

Schiller is not a racing boy, and besides, this Bentley he rented can't race. He slowed down slowly, pulled over, pushed open the car door and walked down, stretching out both hands to indicate he had no weapons.

A male police officer walked over and looked into the car. Aisha waved at him.

"Is this your daughter?"

"Yes," Schiller nodded and said.

There is no household registration in the United States, and it is impossible for such a small-town police officer to cross-state investigate identity information. If you don't admit it, there might be suspicion of child trafficking. The police in the United States don't reason at all; if you are picked on, you might have trouble, so it's best to admit it.

Aisha also ran out of the car and stood beside Schiller, proving that she wasn't kidnapped.

The police officer squatted down and patted Aisha's head, saying: "Is he your dad?"

Aisha nodded vigorously, and then said: "Yes, Officer. My dad is taking me to see aliens!"

The police officer showed a somewhat helpless expression, stood up and looked at Schiller, saying: "You are also here because you heard the rumors of alien spacecraft, right? Alright, the sighting location is in the wheat field 2 kilometers away. You just drive along this road."

"Thank you, Officer."

Schiller didn't say much, got on the car and drove away. Only looking at the police officer standing in the morning light in the rearview mirror, the other party also waved at him.

Driving all the way forward, bypassing most of the town, Schiller saw the so-called sighting location, which was a plain-looking wheat field.

Taking advantage of no one around, Aisha flew up and took a look, then pointed to the center of the wheat field and said: "There is a pit in the middle, it looks like something fell down. Could it be a spaceship?"

"There is a pit?" Schiller was a bit surprised.

If it was an illusion deliberately created by Marafak, there should be no physical entity. How could there be a pit in the middle of the wheat field?

He had no choice but to lead Aisha, walking along the edge of the field to walk inside.

Fortunately, quite a few UFO enthusiasts also discovered the pit in the middle and trampled a small path in the wheat field. Schiller led Aisha and walked in.

Arriving at the center of the wheat field, the two discovered that this pit didn't look like the trace of an alien spaceship falling, but rather like it was dug out by humans.

Not to mention anything else, if an alien spaceship fell here, it wouldn't just dig such a small pit. Back then, Clark's spaceship fell on Earth, and the entire farmland of the Kent family was destroyed; decades later, it was still talked about by the locals.

That is to say, even if it was an alien baby bus, it wouldn't be only six or seven meters wide, and the depth wouldn't even be one meter. There were no scorched traces on the soil layer, but some shapes on the edges looked like they were dug out with a shovel.

Could it be that Marafak dug it overnight?

Schiller soon ruled out this possibility, because even if Marafak wanted to dig, he wouldn't take a shovel to dig, and he wouldn't just dig such a small pit.

Soon Schiller was thinking about how this pit came to be, when a man walked over from the other side of the wheat field, waving at them constantly.

Schiller led Aisha and walked over, discovering that it was a young man wearing a striped sweater, his skin was a bit pale, wearing glasses, looking a bit like the kind of nerd who was unpopular at school.

"Hello, sir. Are you here to see aliens?"

"If there were really aliens here, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to talk so safely," Schiller smiled and said, "I don't think alien creatures are all friendly, do you?"

The other party grinned, and the muscles on his neck twitched. His right shoulder twisted backward, and then he said: "Yes, many people think of them too well and lack the most basic vigilance."

"Are you also a UFO enthusiast?" Schiller asked.

"Ah, I'm not. My dad is the farm owner of this farm, and I am his youngest son, Pieris Yorton, nice to meet you."

"Schiller Rodriguez," Schiller extended his hand, reported his real name, and then said, "This is my daughter."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Are you that famous psychologist?"

"I didn't expect anyone here to know me, are you very interested in psychology?" Schiller reported his real name because he felt that no one should know him in such a small town.

"Uh, I've read some magazines that introduced you. Your theory is very interesting, I quite like it."

"My honor," Schiller smiled.

"In fact, you should have come from quite far away, right? Have you chosen a hotel?"

"Not yet, we plan to go to the town to see."

"Then I'm afraid you went a bit late. Since yesterday, all the hotels in the town have been booked. You know, this matter has made quite a big noise, and quite a few people want to come over to see."

"Then what should we do?" Schiller frowned slightly with some worry.

The young man opposite suddenly rubbed his hands, as if he was a bit shy, and said: "My parents went to purchase farm machinery, and my brother and sister are both in college out of town. Now I am the only one on the farm. You can come to my house to stay."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't come. I just want to... if I hosted you, I could go and tell my classmates that I hosted the best psychologist in the world."

Schiller laughed and said: "My honor to be your capital for showing off. It doesn't matter where I live, but my daughter..."

"No problem, she can live in the room I lived in when I was a child, or live with you. I will clean up the room, as long as you give me an autograph."

"Alright, I'm also worried that if we go to the hotel now, we might return empty-handed, which wouldn't be very good. It just so happens that we haven't lived on a farm either. Aisha, do you want to go?"

Aisha observed Schiller's face, then nodded vigorously and said: "Of course! Of course I want to go, I want to see those super—cool big cars."

And added in her heart: "No big car can be as cool as the one at my Uncle Kent's farm."

"Great," Yorton rubbed his hands and said, "Follow me, my house is over there."

When he turned around, Schiller put away his smile, lowered his eyes, and followed him silently.

Walking out of the wheat field and stepping onto the country road, Schiller saw two police cars parked behind the woods not far away.

It seemed that he discovered Schiller staring there, Yorton turned his head and said: "There are quite a few outsiders coming here recently. The police are worried that someone might cause damage and have been patrolling around. Don't worry."

Schiller nodded and took back his gaze. He didn't say that he just saw a missing person notice posted on the electrical box next to the woods; the paper was very new and should have been posted in the last few days.

Walking along the country road for more than ten minutes, crossing two vegetable fields and another wheat field, they arrived at the farm cabin.

This farm clearly wasn't as big as the Kent family's farm, probably only one-fifth or less. However, the house built by the farm owner himself used better wood, and although it looked a bit old, it was still very sturdy.

The main house was a two-story wooden house, with a large area, and the living room was also fully equipped with sofas, fireplaces, and carpets, a typical American rural style decoration. The windows were built relatively large, so it looked more transparent.

"Welcome to my house," Yorton said, "My parents cleaned it up cleanly when they left. If they knew you, such a professor, came to visit, they would be very happy."

"Is that so? You said your brother and sister are in college out of town, which university do they attend?"

"My brother attends Denver Community College, and my sister studies relatively well, attending the state university."

"That's pretty good," Schiller nodded.

There was a photo wall on the right side of the house. Schiller walked over and saw many photos of the family. Some were sowing, some were camping, and some were fishing. Yorton was also in them.

However, there was an even smaller girl in a few of the photos. Yodun also looked at those photos and said, "That's my sister, but... she passed away a while ago."

"God bless," Schiller said, "I will pray for her."

At this moment, Aisha had already run to the backyard and shouted a few times there. Schiller pretended to have his attention drawn by her and stepped toward the backyard. He could feel that Yodun had been staring at his back the whole time.

Just as Schiller was leading Aisha back into the house, the door was suddenly knocked upon.

Yodun walked over to open the door, and a tall male police officer stood outside. Schiller stood by the back door and saw the damp mud stuck to the bottom of the male officer's boots, and the creases and scratches on his pant legs that were identical to those of the officer who had checked the car earlier.

(End of chapter)