Chapter 4232

"Peter? Why did you come back alone? Where is Kate?" The agent opened the door of the room and asked somewhat puzzled.

"She wants to walk around the town. I came to find you guys." Peter stood outside the door and said, "How is your brother?"

"Not very well, he has been having a fever."

"Can I go in and see him?"

"He doesn't like noise very much." The agent said, "You just let Kate stay alone like this? She is a pregnant woman, and she just experienced a car accident; you should take good care of her."

"She is not pregnant." Peter shook his head and said, "That was just an excuse for us to return to this town. Because if we didn't say she was pregnant, her aunt wouldn't have let us come over."

Although the agent had known about this for a long time, he still looked very surprised and said: "There are many excuses to come back, why use this one? Her aunt is not young anymore. This might make her very disappointed; it's not very good, right?"

"It's not entirely for this matter either." Peter sighed and said, "Kate has been immersed in the sadness of losing her daughter, this might also make her feel better."

"Of course not. This is just mentioning her sad things again and again." The agent sighed and said, "Let's not talk about this. What did you come to find me for?"

"Nothing very special. I just heard that you are British and have traveled the world, and are very knowledgeable, so I wanted to find you to chat."

The agent walked out of the room, closed the door, and said: "Let's go to the living room to chat."

They came to the living room together and sat down. After Peter sat down, he said: "Aunt Kane doesn't like me very much. I don't want to disturb her too much either. Should we go out and walk around?"

"Sure." The agent stood up again and said, "Actually, I'm quite curious about you too. Aunt Kane said you studied at the Chicago Police Academy before. That is quite a good school. It's just that I don't understand why you want to be a police officer in such a remote place."

"I came back with Kate." As the two walked out the door, Peter said, "She has an obsession with this small town, seemingly feeling that her daughter is here. I just went with the flow and was assigned here."

"You are really a good man," the agent said, "willing to sacrifice your future for your wife's whims."

Peter didn't continue this topic, but said: "Have you been to the waterfall? I heard it's a famous attraction."

"I went there with Linda." The agent said, "There's really nothing to see. That waterfall is actually not big, and the bottom is just a small lake. Honestly, I don't quite understand how this town can be rated as a tourist attraction. This is too far from the attractions I've been to. Don't you think so?"

"I haven't been to many attractions."

"No way," the agent looked at him and said, "New York still has quite a few places with good scenery. You should have been to Long Island, right? I heard New Yorkers like to go there for vacation. I'm planning to go see it after I leave here."

"I haven't been there," Peter said, "That should be a place for rich people to spend money. My parents are not rich people. My uncle is a technical worker, and he earns quite a lot. But he doesn't like to waste money, so he shouldn't have been there, right?"

"So that's how it is. I have been to quite a few British attractions. My favorite is the weather in the Scottish Highlands, it's always very sunny..."

They chatted all the way and arrived at the center of the small town. It was quiet here, and there was no movement at all. The agent looked around and then said: "It's really a pity."

"Pity what?"

"The houses in this town are built quite well, which shows that the townspeople should still like their hometown very much. It's a pity that I don't know why they all moved away."

"No one would dislike their hometown, right? Perhaps they didn't want to move away either, but there was no other way." Peter shook his head and said, "Have you been to the church?"

"Not yet. Shall we go see it together?"

"Alright." Peter said, "I've been there once before. I'll take you there."

The two of them walked towards the church and soon arrived at the church entrance. The agent looked up at the cross, and Peter asked him: "Do you believe in religion?"

The agent shook his head. Although he is very familiar with all kinds of religions and chatting with believers is easy for him, he really doesn't believe in religion.

"That's good," Peter said, "My aunt is a believer. She is a good person, and after my parents passed away, she raised me."

"They must love you very much." The agent said.

"What about you? Do you and your brother have any other relatives?"

"You could say so." The agent said as he walked into the church, "We don't see each other very often. We met once recently, and it was the same as usual."

"How do you feel about this small town?" The two sat down in the first row of seats in front of the pulpit, and Peter spread his hands and asked.

"Not bad, you can tell that it was indeed a good small town before; although it has declined now, it is also very quiet. Living here should have no worries."

"I feel the same way. Although I was a bit dissatisfied with Kate's proposal before, after coming here, I felt that finding a place to live in seclusion wouldn't be bad. But unfortunately, I have duties, so I still have to go back to the city."

"Indeed, you are a police officer. This small town doesn't even have a police station, so there is no point in staying."

"Seriously, do you really think there are any supernatural phenomena here?" Peter frowned and said, "Kate keeps saying that it was this small town that swallowed her daughter; she said she even dreamed about it."

"This is a hallucination caused by postpartum depression. You shouldn't come to ask me; you should ask her properly, and then find her a professional psychologist. After all, that is your wife."

"Of course I want to, but she refuses to accept treatment. Her words made me feel uneasy too."

"You really are a bit, otherwise you wouldn't have overturned the car." The agent shook his head and said, "Fortunately, Kate is not really pregnant, otherwise the trouble would be big."

"I saw the warehouse in the center of the town on fire. Was it done by you guys?"

"Probably." The agent took a deep breath and said, "It's also possible that the weather was too dry and it spontaneously combusted there. But anyway, it's an abandoned warehouse; it doesn't matter if it burns, right?"

"There is no fire station in this small town; it would be troublesome if it caused a fire." Peter said, "Fortunately, it didn't."

Then the two fell silent, seemingly having no more topics. After sitting for about a few minutes, the agent finally showed a trace of impatience. He sighed, stood up, and then said: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Peter seemed not to understand why he suddenly changed his attitude, and he said: "I said, I came to find you just to chat casually."

"Is this shitty plot dialogue ever going to end? Can't we just start fighting directly?" The agent said something inexplicable, then pulled out his gun from his waist, pointed it at Peter, and said, "You have three seconds to finish everything you want to say. Quick!"

Peter was shocked and hurriedly raised his hands and said: "What's wrong with you?!"

Bang!

A shot hit Peter in the chest. Peter was shocked by the impact and took a step back, looking at his bleeding chest in disbelief. The agent remained calm and said: "It seems you have nothing to say."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Peter let out a scream, his face suddenly becoming ferocious. He said: "Are you a lunatic?! Why are you attacking me?!"

"I have never told anyone that my brother was injured, but you asked about his situation as soon as you came up; this is very abnormal."

"I didn't say he was injured, I just asked how he was! Isn't this the most basic politeness?!"

The agent looked at him like he was a fool: "I know my marksmanship. You were shot and can still stand here properly, questioning me with full breath; don't you feel there is something wrong?"

Peter immediately realized that this was a trap. The questions about his brother and the like were just to delay time and see his reaction.

"You fell for it," the agent said, "Exposing your flaws so easily, you are not very successful as a ghost."

He was indeed testing. This is based on two principles. First, ghosts are not afraid of bullets; after all, this thing has no entity, even if it controls someone else's body, it shouldn't be harmed because the body is injured. Otherwise, that ghost is too weak, and even less worth worrying about.

If it is not afraid of bullets, it means it is impossible to have a real injury effect. That is to say, after being shot, it can only act, and it is impossible to have a real painful performance.

And the second is that this ghost shouldn't have been shot when it was alive. There is a peculiar situation in the United States, which is that the public security in small towns is better, and even the more remote the small town, the lower the crime rate, because this is a society of acquaintances, everyone is somewhat related, and it's just a bit of a quarrel, or scolding two sentences, or punching two fists, and that's it; there is no situation of gunfights like in big cities.

Moreover, gun control in small towns is often stricter than in big cities. The police station and militia here control all sources of firearms, because if it is easier for others to get guns, it will threaten their lives, and in such a closed small place, it is relatively easy to cut off the source of something.

In summary, the probability of Americans in small towns eating bullets is indeed much smaller than that of city people, especially for locals born and raised, the probability of dying from gunshot wounds is almost zero.

That is to say, this ghost doesn't know what it feels like to be shot.

Of course, there are only a few feelings when a person is injured. Screaming and falling backward, etc. But unfortunately, the agent pulled out his gun without saying a word, without any reason, which is confusing. This will of course anger the evil spirit.

Because in the eyes of the evil spirit, this person is just talking and then pulling out a gun; isn't this purely sick? Of course, he also wants to know what this guy means and where he revealed his flaws.

He asked, and the agent used the Hunter's matter to talk about it. In fact, the evil spirit really didn't expose himself; he just asked, "How is your brother?" In the context of English, this is not a saying for visiting a patient; it is like two people meeting and asking, "How have you been lately?" It is a kind of polite greeting.

The agent was just making things up, deliberately distorting his meaning. Sure enough, the evil spirit got angry when he heard it. If you want to add a crime, why worry about not having a word? Can a ghost be wronged by people?

So he forgot about acting out the gunshot wound and started to explain directly. It takes several seconds to say a sentence, and standing here straight for these few seconds, even a fool can see that something is wrong.

But in the end, the evil spirit returned to a question: since he didn't reveal his flaws from beginning to end, why did this lunatic shoot?!