I Kidnapped An Alien Civilization

2021-07-07

Chapter 402 Adam Burr

“Adam Burr, Residence: Hartley Village”.

Half an hour later

Mayor Balaz successfully found the name on the envelope from the “Gold Rush Town Resident Registration Book”, but there was no doubt on his face. reduce.

Hatley Village, hasn’t it been abandoned for a long time, and there are still people living there?

The handwriting of the resident registration information 20 years ago is the handwriting of the mayor of Balaz, but there is no memory of this name in his mind.

Don’t think about things you can’t figure out. This is the survival law of the small town.

Mayor Balaz put down the register in his hand, poured a cup of coffee as usual, picked up the newspaper from a week ago, and was about to open the entertainment section.

His eyes glanced involuntarily at the letter on the table.

He has been the mayor of the gold rush town for more than 30 years. He has always considered himself an excellent mayor and knows every resident of the town well. But the appearance of this letter, like a sharp sewing needle, pierced his perception.

Mayor Balaz, gulping down the small cup of coffee and grabbing the letter.

He wants to know who this damn Adam Burr is!

The village of Hartley is less than 20 kilometers away from the gold rush town, but more than half of the 20 kilometers is a narrow road. Mayor Balaz drove carefully, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the deep ditch beside the road, so it was noon when his old pickup truck with a black smoke tail section appeared at the entrance of the village.

Like all the near-abandoned villages in the Gold Rush township, Hartley Village is deserted. Decayed wood can be seen everywhere in the cluttered growth of the lush trees on the ground, which is the masterpiece of termites. Without the inhabitants, this place has become a paradise for wild animals again. On the branches of tall chestnut trees, groups of gray squirrels frolic. When they see a strange iron guy parked under the home, they throw away their hands. nut.

The nut fell on the roof of the car, making a “clang dang.” sound.

“Those damn bastards!”

The mayor of Balaz honked the horn a few times, and the gray squirrels on the chestnut tree cautiously got into the tree hole, all around and restarted. into tranquility.

Without the harassment of the “indigenous people”, Mayor Balaz re-examined the path at the entrance of the village. The path is very narrow, there are no bends on the green grass on the side of the road, and there are no ruts on the dirt road or traces of large animals passing by.

This is a completely abandoned village.

Mayor Balaz hesitated for a long time and finally did not have the courage to leave the pickup. He loaded the pistol pinned to his waist, took out a police horn from the co-pilot’s storage box, and loudly shouted out the window: “Adam Burr!”

” Adam Burr, I’m Baraz, the mayor of the gold rush town, and here’s a letter from you.”

“If you can hear me, please put your head in your hands and come to the entrance of the village.”

This loud sound, which has never been heard in several decades, echoed in the village, and a large number of black vultures were startled.

“Adam Burr, I’m Baraz, Mayor of Gold Rush Town, and here’s a letter from you.”

“If you can hear me, please put your hands in your arms. Head, come to the entrance of the village.”

Just when the mayor of Balaz’s mouth was dry, he decided to give up his “exploration journey” and let that damn letter go to hell. An old man in a shabby denim jacket, hair grey-white, with a colorful pheasant, emerged from the bushes by the roadside.

Mayor Balaz put down the police horn, stretched one hand to his waist, opened the door with the other hand, and shouted at the old man: “Adam Burr?”

The old man was heavily nodded, the pheasant in his hand was hanging on the branch, and he raised his hands.

Mayor Balaz’s hand just left his waist.

“I’m the mayor of the gold rush town, why don’t I remember you?”

A smile cracked on Adam Burr’s face: “Twenty years ago, I went to you You seemed to have a hangover when you checked in at the office.”

“As Miss Gemma, the mayor’s assistant, explained that you just had a wedding with a blacksmith girl.”

Heard Adam Burr mentioned Miss Gemma, and Mayor Balazs completely let down his guard. Because Miss Gemma passed away eighteen years ago, some new residents or fugitives from outside did not know her existence at all.

“This is your letter!” He took out the letter from the car and handed it over.

“didn’t expect you have relatives in Anatolia?”

Adam Burr reached out and took the envelope, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, his eyes flickering: “A distant aunt who has been in touch for many years.”

He was about to turn around and leave, as if he was anxious to enjoy the pheasant feast.

The Mayor of Balazs did not continue to ask questions. Compared with his distant aunt in Anatolia, this Adam Burr looked more suspicious. A person has lived alone in this desolate village for nearly 30 years. What does he rely on to live?

What did he do 30 years ago?

Why come to the gold rush town?

So many questions.

But these mayors of Balazs don’t care, as long as this Adam Burr “abides by the law” in the town and doesn’t “seek trouble”. Just good townspeople.

He also dared to rush back to the town before one o’clock in the afternoon. Because of missing this time, the only restaurant in the town will be closed.

Just what the Mayor of Balaz didn’t expect was that Adam Burr, who he called a good townsman, was holding a torch and standing under a big tree.

In the height of the big tree, on the sturdy branches, stood a small house.

He climbed up the tree trunk with agility disproportionate to his gray hair, and threw the torch in his hand into the hut.

Fire is rolling.

All traces of 30 years flying ash annihilation.

Without salute, no food, no water, Adam Burr was exhausted when he appeared on the side of an interstate highway with his legs spanning more than 50 kilometers.

Fortunately, the wild west is always home to the most enthusiastic people.

A beetle stopped slowly in front of Adam Burr.

The window was lowered, and a blonde woman wearing sunglasses looked curious: “uncle, hitchhiking?”

Adam Burr nodded slowly, the woman was too young ,Pity.

Ten days later, a former gold rush town resident appeared on the streets of LA, a bustling big city in country M. He wore a pair of sunglasses and held a map in his hand.

“218 Beatrice Street, LA, this is the place.” Muttering, he stepped into a residential building.

“Room 314.” After checking the house number carefully.

Knock lightly on the door.

On the steel security door, a black eyeball appeared in the palm-size square hole.

“gu lu, gu lu.” Adam Burr’s mouth was tightly closed, and a strange sound came from his abdominal cavity.

The eyeball pupil shrink in the square hole.

There was a burst of iron chains hitting the door, and the steel security door opened slightly.

It was a teenage child who opened the door with a look of horror: “Is the time up, farmer?”

“It’s time! Breeder!” Adam Burr Er took out the crumpled letter from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

On the envelope of kraft paper, a few strange symbols were written sparsely.

The child seemed to have seen the most vicious poisonous snake, his face was pale, and he took a few steps back.

“gu lu, gu lu.” The strange sound in Adam Burr’s abdominal cavity sounded again.

The child’s pale face showed a hint of despair, and took the envelope with trembling hands.

Adam Burr smiled, knowing that his job was done.

(End of this chapter)