"Name?"

"...Marcus."

"Profession?"

"He used to be an engineer who shone in the world, but now he is a farmer on the pasture. Taken together, he should be considered a worker and peasant."

"age?"

"220 years old is just two hundred years of experience in moving bricks in the virtual world. That is the biological age of 27."

"Residence?"

"...the Ore Town Ranch in town. No, Sheriff Harris, don't you know where I live? Weren't you the one who grabbed me from the ranch?"

Before Chief Harris could speak, Boss Dart had already popped out from nowhere, pointing at my nose with a look of hatred on his face.

"You still know it's your pasture! Who would set such a big fire in their own pasture so early in the morning to play with it?"

I explained helplessly: "I've said it many times, it really wasn't me who set the fire. And it wasn't a bonfire I could build. A guest came to my pasture, and I didn't even have teeth early in the morning.

I haven’t even washed my face yet. If you insist on building a fire for me to watch, I can’t stop you..."

Boss Dart asked with a righteous look on his face: "Do you think the police will believe your lies? Where are the guests in this town from? Can you bring them over and show them to us? We advise you to confess quickly and stop telling these lies.

"

"But what I told is the truth..."

Boss Dart was about to speak again, but was finally stopped by Chief Harris.

"Dart, I can understand your mood, but I am still questioning Marcus about his dangerous arson behavior, so there is no need to be so nervous. How about you sit aside for a while?"

Sheriff Harris's big hat almost covered his face to cover up his helpless expression.

Everyone can see that Boss Dart seems to be getting angry at me in a stern voice, but in fact he is trying to save me.

Normally, during police interviews, there will be both badface and badface. Boss Dart was probably afraid that Harris would play badface to me as soon as he came up and scare me, so he rushed over after hearing the news and acted the role of slapping the table and staring.

blackface character.

You see, Chief Harris had no choice but to play the role of peacemaker, appease both parties, and start further questioning.

Yes, it was me who was taken away by the town police.

At that time, I was still on the ranch, chatting with the tribal visitors, admiring the huge bonfire, discussing how to go hunting later, and preparing some food to come back here for a barbecue. We all ate hot pot, sang songs, and were friendly.

The degree went up quickly.

But unexpectedly, he was suddenly taken away by the police.

When the sound of Thomas the Tank Engine in the town just sounded at the gate of the ranch, asking me loudly why there was such a big black smoke here, the tribal guests who were standing side by side beside me suddenly disappeared.

I was the only one left standing there alone, looking very embarrassed, like an active criminal who had been caught. And next to it was the blazing bonfire, with huge black smoke rising into the sky.

From time to time there was the sound of crackling firewood, like a huge piece of evidence of a crime.

"Mayor, Sheriff, please listen to my explanation..."

Thomas and Harris looked at each other.

"...come with us."

…………

After getting Harris's promise, Boss Dart left with satisfaction. Before leaving, he even patted me on the shoulder to signal me to relax.

Harris was also a little helpless about Boss Dart's behavior of bullying an acquaintance, but he would still have to go to the pub to drink in the future, so he still had to give him some face.

Who in the town doesn't know that Marcus stays in Dart's tavern every day? It seems that some people heard Marcus calling him father-in-law?

After half a day of cross-examination, I still couldn't clear myself of the suspicion.

After all, the ranch is mine, and no one else lives in it. There is no news of anyone landing at the dock where Zach is. Unless someone from the town ran to the ranch out of boredom and worked hard to make a huge fire.

Put the blame on me?

Harris thought for a while, I am afraid that the only people who are so boring are drunk Dick and Sebala, but how can they have the strength to do such a big project when they are drunk?

Sebala and Dick, who were about to go to the pub for a drink, sneezed simultaneously...

"If the guest you mentioned really exists, please take it to the police station immediately to make a record." Chief Harris closed the notebook for recording and said seriously, "Also, you must never do this again.

Dangerous behavior! Otherwise you will have to spend the night in the cell."

"Okay! Sheriff, do you believe me?"

I asked a little overjoyed, how could the police chief still believe my reason? This reason even sounded ridiculous to me.

But if we don’t say that, do we need to tell the story about the colonizer system?

"I don't believe you, I just believe the facts. I checked the riverside and there are indeed the footprints of the second person you mentioned."

Sheriff Harris added: "There is also the bonfire. The method of setting it up is very complicated. It is really not something that people in the town would use. But if this person returns to the ranch, he can no longer run around and cause damage.

It could be big."

I stood up happily, ready to walk out of the police station and go back to the ranch to find my guest.

I unscrewed the door lock and prepared to open the door of the police station and go out, still making my promise.

"Okay Sheriff, I'm going to catch this outsider..."

An arrow flew in from the window of the police station, smashed a whole piece of glass, and then fell weakly on the table in front of Chief Harris.

When I opened the door, I turned around and stared at the broken window. I saw a short figure wearing animal skin clothes coming out of the door. He was also stunned when he saw me going out.

The silence lasted for about a second, and the three people took action at the same time.

Chief Harris stood up from his desk, rushed to the broken window with a sideways glance, and carefully observed who had caused the attack.

But what he didn't expect was that instead of staying outside the window, the attacker appeared at the door, seemingly waiting for his reasonable reaction before rushing into the police station.

The tribal visitor came to his senses, picked me up and ran out of the town. I saw this man was holding a short bow in one hand and said to me hastily: "Run quickly, I will save you."

Ahhh, it’s over, this time the charge has been changed from dangerous arson to assaulting a police officer and robbing a prison! How should I explain that the ranch guest I am talking about is not only good at surviving in the wild, but also has obvious anti-social tendencies?

When I was pulled outside, I quickly reacted and shouted to Harris: "Chief, I will pay for the cost of the glass! This is all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!"

I don’t know if Harris heard my voice, but I was dragged away and ran a long way, jumping all the way over the small road outside the town, and ran into the range of Madders Mountain.

Probably thinking that they had entered a safe environment, the tribal visitor stopped panting and squatted there to recover his strength. Seeing that he was no longer red and out of breath, I sighed.

"I didn't expect you to have great physical strength."
Chapter completed!