"Why are you so slow? Where did this cat come from?"

At the entrance of the resort area outside the Dahl Valley, Rockland stood by his car and looked at Kellot and his party who had just stopped. He saw Xiliu getting out of the car, and his face still looked gloomy.

"This is Kylot's Warcraft partner. He said it should have a good effect on jungle hunting, so we picked it up halfway."

Kylot was about to speak, but Angelina explained to him first.

"Warcraft! Is this a monster? Have you signed a contract?"

Rockland's eyes were hot, and he did not hide his thoughts about Xiliu.

"Contract? Does the sheriff mean this?"

Kylot pretended to be confused and raised his hand, and the contract pattern on the back of his hand was faintly visible.

"Hmph, shit luck... This monster is wasted!"

Seeing the contract in Kelot's hand, Rockland's face became even more gloomy. When he turned around, he muttered, and others couldn't hear it clearly, but Kelot could still hear it clearly with his superior hearing.

"Kellot, you should understand that the man has ideas about Xiliu. Be careful, Xiliu is still in childhood. If you encounter an accident, the contract can be cancelled. Should you find an opportunity to bring him... "

The dark spirit has malicious intentions towards most people. The sheriff's strength is probably as good as the first-level burning skills. His soul must be good.

"The other party's identity is sensitive, and it's not just about killing. The identity of a policeman is very important to me now."

It's okay for others to forget it, but the sheriff of the garrison is not that easy to solve. It's easy for Kelot to kill him, but it will inevitably get himself into trouble.

“There is always a chance…”

The dark spirit always has some confusion and confidence in this kind of thing.

The death of a sheriff is a big deal for the garrison. If the hands and feet are not handled cleanly, they will easily be found. There are many talents in charge of criminal investigation within the headquarters of the Duras garrison!

Putting this idea aside, Kellott did not forget the purpose of their group coming here.

"Sheriff, you are finally here! Please help us..."

Rockland led Kylot and others to the resort, and soon a few people came up to meet him. The leader was an old man with gray hair, with a sad look on his face but his voice was extremely low.

"Why are there only you, what about the others? The families of those missing were not here?"

"No, we will only notify the garrison for this matter. You must be considerate of us. All the young masters and ladies have a good status. If they are notified of their family, we will definitely not be able to survive!"

In the cry of the resort's head, Kylot probably had a preliminary understanding of the incident.

About a week ago, several young people came to the resort here, saying that they wanted to see the winter Dahl Valley. This is the purpose of many tourists coming here, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But just two days later, the resort staff wanted to invite these people to the dinner, but found that these people were gone!

There was a note on the table, and these young people were actually going to the old villa in the Dahl Valley!

This is a secret place, whether it is a resort or tourists around the Dahl Valley.

In order to attract tourists, the upper floor here sent a construction team to enter the Dahl Valley to find a suitable place and spent a year to build a real mountain resort villa.

Because this matter is not allowed, the construction workers signed an agreement with the resort and paid a lot of hush money here to ensure that these people don’t tell them, so the villa actually does not exist outside.

Since it has been built, it must have its special purpose. The villa in the mountain was rented to the top wealthy people in the city of Duras, where they carried out some special activities.

What activities are there? Without thinking too much, they must be activities that are not allowed in ordinary society.

It was nothing at all. These rich people usually do these things in their private residences. The difference between the two is that they have changed to a more spacious place.

"So can we get to the point as soon as possible, I don't think I have much time to listen to you stories here."

Rockland interrupted the old man and continued talking. He didn't want to waste time on these things.

"Because... for some reason, the villa was discontinued a year ago. Where did we close it? The young masters and ladies didn't know where to find out about this place. I think it might be from their parents... This is not important, what is important is that they actually passed by! Please take them back. This is... I'm careful and rewarding you."

The old man valued this time very much, how much did he value it? It can be seen from his box of coins that Kellot glanced slightly, and the total value was about ten gold coins. It has to be said that he spent a lot of money to seal everyone's mouths with so much money.

"Ahem... we are the police officers in the garrison, and it is the case that we are responsible for, and we are handed over to us."

Rockland's eating habits were ugly, and he was anxious to grab the box directly, for fear that the police officers behind him would not blame him for seeing the amount of coins inside. Ten gold coins, even for a sheriff like him, was a considerable fortune.

He also knew the rules and knew that not all the money was given to him. He even opened the box and distributed it all, but it was just a silver coin for each person.

"Greed...shortsighted...and even emotions cannot be controlled independently. How did such a person become a sheriff?"

Kylot looked at Rockland, who had poor expression management skills, tried his best to pretend to be embarrassed, frowned, thinking about how such a person should complete the task.

Then I let go because this kind of person is easy to fool...

"Give us a map and then prepare someone familiar with the terrain. I think you shouldn't be short of this."

Fortunately, Rockland was not so stupid that he boasted that he wanted to find the people of Haikou by relying on them himself, but he still knew how to use external forces.

"This is natural. We have a road map here at the resort. As for the route... "

The old man hesitated about leading the way. He looked at the guys beside him, as if everyone was emitting a sense of rejection in their eyes.

"I'll go, brother, I'm familiar with that place."

A man in a turtleneck coat stood up from behind and said.

"Frank, you...well, be safe."
Chapter completed!