Chapter 286 Questionable official

  Oregon is located on the coast of the Pacific Ocean. It was originally an Indian gathering area with a warm climate and four distinct seasons. In the process of development, it gradually became the high-tech center and financial center of the United States.

  So the per capita income of residents in this state is not low.

   Rich and leisure.

  Residents in urban areas naturally like to travel and play everywhere.

  The town where Dean and the others came is like this. You can see cheap cars, off-road vehicles, and modified RVs everywhere along the way, so that Dean's very domineering Hummer is not eye-catching here.

   After the two entered the town, they first found a hotel and opened a small but clean double room.

  Cheston doesn't have Dean's energy.

  He declined Dean's dinner invitation, fell headlong on the big white bed, and snored after a while.

   "Vegetable chicken."

  Dean pouted and left the room.

   It may be because of the large number of tourists that there are simple small hotels and taverns everywhere in the town.

  Evening is approaching.

  In some small courtyards, you can also see people holding bonfire parties, with tents set up next to them. It is estimated that a group of people rented a courtyard for a short period of time to save money.

  Dean walked aimlessly in this small town.

  According to the information provided by the FBI.

  In recent years, more than 50 tourists and residents have disappeared in the small towns around the mountains one after another. No one is alive or dead. The police stations in the towns near the mountains have tacitly concealed these situations.

  For this kind of serial disappearance case, it is particularly important to find out the time, frequency and location of the disappearance of the missing person.

  But since the local police station did not choose to report, there is a high probability that they will not cooperate with outsiders like them.

  There is only one way for Dean: unannounced visits!

  In addition to foreign tourists, the missing persons also include local residents here.

  So even if there is a problem with the town Z government and the police station here, there should be some gossip among the locals.

  I don't know if it's true or not.

   But maybe some hints.

   As the sky darkened.

  Dean also came to the outskirts of the town.

  Under the orange street lamps, the street signs are covered with various small notes.

  There are housing rental information, self-recommendation of tour guides, small advertisements for catering, and some lost and found information.

   Walk around in a circle.

   Dean frowned.

  He didn't see any missing person notices on these signs!

   This is completely unscientific!

   thought about it.

  He pretended to take out his pockets, but in fact, he had a thought, took out his family portrait from the secondary space, tore off the portrait of his little brother, and went to the grocery store to buy a fountain pen and white paper.

   Simple busy work.

  A fresh missing person notice appeared on the big name board outside the town.

   Get it all done.

  Dean came to a tavern that seemed to have an average flow of people, ordered a drink, took out a few dollars, and said to the bartender who was wiping the glasses: "Man, I need a well-informed local."

  Places like general bars are the fastest way to get in touch with local gray areas.

  The bartender is an uncle in his thirties, with average looks, but with a rare samurai head pierced, combined with a slender donkey face, he is still very attractive to ordinary young women.

  He put down his wine glass, first glanced at Dean's strange face, then glanced at the thickness of the banknote in Dean's hand, shrugged: "I don't want to ask for trouble, unless you say what you want first."

Dean took the opportunity to pick up the wine glass, and said with some melancholy: "My brother disappeared while climbing the mountain here. The police here have not provided any help. I want to find someone to take me into the mountain. If there is news about my brother, that would be even better." Already!"

"Missing?"

After hearing this, the bartender quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he quietly said: "Well, people like you come here every year, but they often end up with nothing. If you need help, you can call this number .”

   said.

  He took out a business card from under the wine cabinet and pushed it in front of Dean.

  Dean looked down and saw the card read: Ademare Rescue, phone

  He pretended to be surprised and looked at the bartender: "Dude, I mean, my brother is missing. He doesn't need rescue. I just want to know where he last appeared."

  The bartender pointed to the business card: "Just call him and explain the situation, but I have to remind you again that their fees are not low, and you may not get anything."

  Dean sighed: "Well, I hope you didn't lie to me."

  He left the banknotes in his hand, took the business card given by the bartender, and walked outside.

   Once out of the tavern.

  Dean threw the business card on the ground casually, and shook his head: "A liar who pretends to be mysterious!"

  He could tell at a glance that the bartender was lying.

  If you really follow what the other party said and call according to the number on the business card, you may end up being scammed step by step.

   After all, those who are in a hurry are best to lie.

  However, the bartender's words also revealed a little information: Every year, people come to the town looking for people.

  This information should be true.

   Otherwise, under the counter below the bartender, the business card would not be kept at all times.

   Here comes the interesting one.

  If people really go missing in this **** place, why can't I see a missing person notice along the street?

can only say.

   Someone is regularly cleaning this thing.

   Clean up, conceal..

  Dean can basically confirm that there are problems with the officials of the surrounding towns!

   How exactly.

   Tomorrow morning, you will know!

the next day.

nine in the morning.

  Cheston is probably really exhausted and hasn't woken up yet.

   After Dean washed up, he went downstairs to enjoy the free breakfast provided by the hotel.

  On the dining table, there is also a travel guide booklet provided by the town for publicity.

  Dean opened the booklet and flipped through it while eating the bread.

  On the brochure, it briefly introduces several commonly used routes up the surrounding mountains, supply points, camping points, precautions, emergency calls, complaint calls, and some items that can be played, etc.

  For the safety of tourists.

   Several local towns and some gentle areas of the mountains have built free camping cabins, open spaces, signal towers, stored some first aid supplies, and even built two parking places for helicopters.

   I can see it.

  The local area is very attentive to foreign tourists.

  Dean scanned the signal tower and said to the passing waiter: "Excuse me, I read that there are mobile phones in the mountains?"

   The waiter probably wasn't being asked for the first time, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, sir, but the mountains are huge, and the signal of the mobile phone will be more stable only on the recommended line."

"Thanks."

  Dean nodded thoughtfully.

   After eating breakfast.

  He is going to go to the place where he left the missing person revelation last night.

  The head portrait of the little brother used for the revelation of missing persons, but except for the mobile phone number, other information was written by Dean.

  Street sign location.

   Dean was lost in thought.

  The missing person revelation is still there, but my phone has been obliterated!

  (end of this chapter)