A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

As Luke thought this to himself, he looked down at his phone screen and saw a photo of a suburban manor that Debbie had sent him.

Sawyer Estate, the old residence of the Sawyer family.

Coordinates: Silent Hill.

At the fork in the road sixteen kilometers away, at the end of the road where you turn left.

Turn right at the fork...

This is the town of Sally where Heather Miller lives today.

The demon Sawyer.

Angel Miller.

Is it hell to the left and heaven to the right?

A glint flashed in Luke's eyes as he thought to himself. He put away his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked toward the fork in the road sixteen kilometers away. After reaching the fork, he glanced at Silent Hill on the left and then turned right toward Sally.

He had a guess, but it wasn't true; he needed to verify it.

Texas is a vast and sparsely populated state. Sometimes, you can walk all day in this Lone Star State and hardly see a single person.

The town of Sally has also inherited this advantage.

If Stoneville, Nevada, was already considered sparsely populated, then Sally is now like a ghost town.

When Luke arrived at the town of Sally, at the town entrance, he immediately felt two gazes cast upon him from the houses lining both sides of the road.

What comes into view.

When the two natives standing at the house window saw Luke's gaze, they immediately drew the curtains to block his aggressive stare, picked up the phone, and called the police.

soon.

Accompanied by a wailing sound, the town's police arrived at the town's entrance at an extremely fast speed and stopped in front of Luke.

The moment the young police officer stepped out of the police car, clutching his waist.

Luke had already taken his hands out of his pockets, a harmless smile on his face, as he greeted the white police officer in front of him.

"Good afternoon, officer."

"good afternoon."

When the police officer saw Luke, whose hands were not in his pockets, who was not wearing a hat, and whose skin was yellow, he subconsciously moved his right hand, which was just on his waist, away to respond to Luke's greeting.

"Sir, please show me your ID."

"May I ask what I did wrong?"

"We received a tip that someone was acting suspiciously in the town."

"Ok."

Luke chuckled, then spread his hands and looked at the officer: "My ID is in my inside pocket."

Done.

Luke remained motionless.

The officer understood what this meant. Looking at the seemingly harmless Luke in front of him, he took a few steps forward and took the golden eagle badge and the three capital letters from Luke's pocket.

FBI!

The officer was taken aback at first, looking at the FBI badge in his hand, then glancing up at Luke in front of him, before flipping open the badge in his hand.

into the eye.

Luke Dane.

FBI, California, State Bureau, Acting Director.

The police officer swallowed hard.

sound……

It is very clear.

Lu Ke's smile remained unchanged.

"Officer, may I put my hands back in my pockets now?"

"……certainly."

The officer realized what was happening, nodded, handed the identification back to Lu Ke, and then gave a polite salute: "Excuse me, sir."

Lu Ke said it was nothing and didn't take his anger out on the ordinary police officer in front of him. After putting away his badge, he directly stated the purpose of his visit: "By the way, officer, do you know where the supermarket is in town?"

Heather once said that she worked as a meat processing worker in a supermarket in her hometown.

Of course.

This is a more sophisticated way of putting it.

To put it simply, Heather worked as a butcher in the town's supermarket.

Ok.

Cutting meat in a physical sense.

but……

Considering the inside story of the Sawyer family fire.

have to say.

Heather inherited this family trait!

……

Chapter 468 Miller and Sawyer

The town of Sally is not big.

In fact, calling it a town is already an exaggeration, because the population of Shali Town is far less than that of the rural areas outside the suburbs of third-tier cities in the East.

But this is normal.

It's a federation.

Too many people are courting death, and over time, the population naturally dwindles.

However, having fewer people also has its advantages.

Fewer people means fewer secrets.

Like now.

Less than five minutes after Luke entered the town, the police arrived. By the time the officers led Luke to the town's only convenience store, Heather Miller, the beautiful woman, had already received news from her colleagues that a young-looking acting FBI director was on his way to find her.

soon.

Just as Luke pushed open the door of the police car and got out, Heather Miller, who was wearing smoky eye makeup that day, also pushed open the door and walked out of the supermarket.

Eyes facing each other.

The moment Heather caught sight of Luke, a look of surprise flashed across her face.

next second.

Heather quickly concealed this expression.

Heather pursed her lips, and under Luke's gaze, she remained calm as if nothing had happened. She walked up to Luke, then tilted her chin slightly, looking at Luke, who was a head taller than her.

"How did you come."

"miss you."

Luke, who always preferred to get straight to the point and be straightforward, was no exception this time. With his hands in his pockets, he smiled at Heather and said, "Besides, I think you need me right now."

Heather chuckled.

"I don't need you."

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ke shrugged and turned to leave, saying, "Then I'll go."

Heather raised an eyebrow and grabbed Luke: "Don't go."

Luke stopped, turned around, and looked at Heather with a smile.

"Okay, if you say you're not leaving, then I won't leave."

"..."

Heather looked at Luke, who had a mischievous smile on his face, opened her mouth, and was about to say something when she noticed the gazes coming from all around.

Turn around and look.

At this moment, the supermarket staff are like curious children, wishing they could press their ears against the supermarket glass.

Heather snapped out of her daze and looked at Luke again.

"wait for me."

"it is good."

Luke smiled and nodded, watching Heather turn around and run back into the supermarket like the wind. Then, with a smile on his face, he nodded to the townspeople who were watching without any stage fright, ignoring their scrutinizing gazes.

Because observation is mutual.

As the townspeople sized him up, he was also sizing them up.

The golden soul power enveloped Luke's eyes in gold. Looking around, apart from the unremarkable town police officers, every single resident of Sally Town was a hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

After a while, Heather, who had changed her clothes and asked the supermarket manager for leave under the pretext of her boyfriend's arrival, walked out of the supermarket with her bag on her back. Then, under the watchful eyes of the townspeople, she and Luke swaggered home through the streets.

ten minutes later.

Heather brought Luke to their home, the house where the Millers lived.

The moment Lu Ke entered the room, his gaze was fixed on a middle-aged, somewhat overweight, disheveled man who was lying on the sofa with his belly exposed, drinking Lone Star beer.

This must be Mr. Miller.