Chapter 4213: Evil Spirit Possession (1)

When the light of the car headlights flashed past the blinds, the lead-gray wall became like the keys of an old piano, and the man's black silhouette strolled over it. He walked to the file cabinet by the wall, opened the first drawer, his fingers flicked through one file after another, and picked one out from them.

The fan blades of the electric fan made a soft "da-da" sound, and the paper on the table was also blown with a "sha-sha" sound. On the sultry summer night, the air in the police station office was a kind of dark gray, and the TV in the corner of the room was playing a midnight commercial:

"Kile Circus, here are the most amazing animal friends, thrilling acrobatic performances, and the most beloved puppet master and magic witch show! The new coast tour is about to start, let's go to Valley Town together and start this wonderful and interesting adventure!"

Accompanied by the flipping of fingers, one black-and-white photo after another of the crime scene appeared before his eyes: a charred pit and scattered human bones, the corpse of a girl with a blurred face, muddy footprints, and bloody handprints on the wall...

Finally, the man's gaze fell on the title mark at the top of the file—"Valley Town Extermination Case 1939".

Knock, knock, knock, the door was knocked. The sheriff put down the newspaper in his hand and walked over to open the door. As soon as the door opened, he saw a man wearing a police uniform standing outside the office door.

He couldn't be called middle-aged, his face was still young, but the serious expression on his face and his solemn temperament added a bit of maturity to him. The sheriff walked over and shook hands with him: "Police Chief of Seaview City, Paul Sisyphus. Just call me Paul."

"Peter Parker, just came from Chicago."

"I've heard of it, a high achiever from the Chicago Police Academy." The sheriff led this man who called himself Peter Parker into his office and touched a box of cigarettes from his desk. Peter shook his head, indicating he didn't smoke.

"You have a great future, you could have stayed in Chicago or gone to Boston. Coming to our remote town, you must have had no choice. Can you tell me why?"

"My wife is about to give birth, she needs someone to take care of and accompany her. My work is very busy, I'm worried that something might happen if she stays at home alone. Her family has an old house in Valley Town, and her aunt's family lives there. Before the child goes to school, our family will stay there."

"So that's how it is." The sheriff looked relieved, he touched a cigarette from the cigarette box himself, lit it, took a puff, and then said, "Since your wife is a local, I won't give you any more instructions. Remember, you have a great future, there's no need to look for trouble for yourself."

"Yes, Sheriff. It's too late today, I'll come to report tomorrow morning. Good night."

"Good night." The sheriff said, paused, and then said, "Are you going back to town tonight?"

"No, we found a hotel in the city. After I finish reporting and officially start work, I'll accompany her back."

"Good, that couldn't be better. Wish you a pleasant night."

Peter came out of the sheriff's office and looked at the environment in the police station without changing his expression. This was a very typical small-town police station, built in the 19th century, renovated after the 20th century, but still hadn't gotten rid of the shadow of the last century.

The wooden floor was a bit rotten gray-brown, and the walls were covered with a layer of lead-gray wall panels. The fan blades of the ceiling fan above the office had turned yellow, and it was very strenuous to turn, so there was that kind of wire-mesh-covered fan on the table by the door. In the reception hall at the door, the lacquer surface covering the benches had begun to peel off, and the metal at the coin slot of the vending machine next to it had been polished bright.

Pushing open the door of the police station and walking out, the street outside was pitch black, only faint light came from the southeast direction. There were a few signs lit up there, which looked like a gas station.

Peter tightened his windbreaker and took out a map he had folded from his pocket. This was the map of Seaview City, but it also covered the terrain of the six towns within the jurisdiction.

There was an eye-catching red dot on the map, which had been marked with a marker pen. Peter's gaze fell on that red dot—it was a town that looked like it had once been very prosperous, and the name of the town was written next to the mark: "Valley Town".

"Hello, this is the Seaview City Safety Rescue Center service hotline. How can I help you?"

A man sat in front of his workstation, holding the telephone receiver in one hand and organizing the receiver line with the other. A faint crying sound came from the other end of the phone.

"Please, save me, please. Don't do this! Don't do this to me! Don't do this to me! Help me... help me..."

"Ma'am, please calm down first. Tell me, where are you now, and what help do you need, okay?"

"Please save me... save me..."

There was no anxious tone in the dispatcher's voice, he just repeatedly asked: "Where are you now? Can you tell me where you are? I need to know where you are to provide you with rescue. Tell me your address..."

"No, don't do this... No！！！！"

After a sharp and ear-piercing woman's scream, the phone was hung up. The dispatcher sitting at the table sighed. His colleague returned from the bathroom, walked to the workstation next to him, sat down, and then said: "Did that harassment call come again?"

"That's right, on time, every day without fail. I really don't know what's wrong." The dispatcher shook his head and said, "I've asked everything I could ask, and I've also reported it to the police, but it's the same old routine every day. I don't know where this guy found such a creepy recording..."

"If I were you, I wouldn't answer the phone that calls at this time every day. If I were you, I would be so scared that I wouldn't be able to sleep."

"That won't do. What if there really is someone who needs help? This is my job, I have to complete it well."

"You're really a good person, Kent. I've rarely seen a social worker as dedicated as you. You know, most people in this position are just muddling along. We are always unable to provide enough help to those who need it."

"Actually, this isn't your fault. I also reported it to the police before, but the police didn't take it seriously at all. People in this city are a bit cold, but someone always needs to stand up, right?"

"You're right. It's time to get off work, I still have some work to deal with here, you go first. Have a pleasant night."

"You too."

The dispatcher stood up. His figure was exceptionally tall and strong, wearing a beige shirt, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and when he turned around, he had a pair of exceptionally bright blue eyes.

He took his coat, didn't put it on, just carried it on his arm, then took a cassette tape from his workstation, put it under his clothes, and walked out of the office.

He rode his bicycle and rode all the way west along the office building. When he passed a hotel, he happened to see a man supporting a pregnant woman walking into the hotel.

"Perhaps he will be a father before this Christmas." Kent thought. He rode all the way to the entrance of an old apartment building, took his coat and went upstairs, and opened the door with a key.

This was a slightly cramped small apartment with only a small living room and a bedroom. Kent walked to the sofa in the living room, touched a tape recorder from under the coffee table, and put the cassette tape into it.

"Please, save me, please. Don't do this! Don't do this to me! Don't do this to me! Help me... help me..."

The tape recorder started playing the content of the cassette tape, and what was recorded on the tape was exactly the content of the harassment call just now, which was the woman's cry for help.

"Not having super hearing is really inconvenient." Kent sighed and muttered to himself.

He listened to the entire recording, then rewound the tape and listened to it again. Then it was the second time, the third time...

Finally, he caught that moment, pressed stop on the tape recorder at just the right time, turned on the slow-play function, put the tape recorder to his ear, and started listening carefully.

Sure enough, he heard that in the woman's scream, there was a cheerful piece of music in the background, which seemed to be a commercial playing on TV:

"... Circus... animal friends... witch... tour starts... zhi-la... zhi-la... Valley Town... adventure..."

Kent listened from the beginning again, but could only hear a few scattered words, but captured one that sounded like a place name, and recorded it.

The next morning, he got up for work as usual. After sitting down at his workstation, he asked his colleague casually: "Do you know where Valley Town is?"

"Valley Town?" The colleague said with some surprise, "Isn't that the town in the west? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just heard it on the radio."

"That's a bit strange, that place is very remote, in the valley in the west, usually no one will mention it. Where did you hear it?"

"I forgot." Kent said, "There's actually a valley in our west, I've been here for so long and didn't know."

"Yes, the scenery there is good. However, because it's really too remote, the highway can't lead directly there, and usually no one will go there. But I heard my dad say that the town was quite famous before."

"Oh, why?"

"I don't know either, maybe because the scenery is good. You can tell by the name, there are mountains and water there, maybe some people like to go there for vacation?"

"If that were really the case, there wouldn't be no road." Kent sighed and stopped talking about this topic. After a while, he finished his work and said: "I have to go out, a friend is looking for me for something, I'll be back soon. If there's a call, help me answer it."

"Go ahead, nothing will happen."

Kent nodded and walked towards the door. When he got outside, he rode his bicycle again, but this time he rode east, and soon arrived at the entrance of a gas station.

He just stood there. And in the gas station store, a man who was checking out seemed to feel his gaze and turned his head to look over here. His figure was also quite strong, with short black hair, wearing a white T-shirt, a black motorcycle jacket on the outside, and his face was also very handsome, but he looked a bit melancholy, and even those blue eyes revealed a trace of vicissitudes.

After checking out the last customer, he walked out from behind the counter and came to Kent and said: "Why are you here?"

"Still remember the harassment call I mentioned to you, the one that comes every night?"

The other party nodded and said: "Yes, you said a woman was crying for help."

"I recorded that call, listened to it repeatedly with a tape recorder, and heard a place name in the background commercial."

"What place name?"

"Valley Town, Bruce. Your suspicion is right, the disappearance of your daughter might indeed have something to do with this town." ===== CHAPTER 4214 =====