In front of Mason at this time was a car covered with canvas, and from the silhouette of the covered car, it was clear that it would definitely not be a cheap car.

Only those high-end cars, which are so expensive that people can only sigh and despair, will have some styling that is not out of the ordinary, and it is clear that this car is one of them.

Mason didn't know the car, but he knew the guy who was pushing the cart, and he had known this guy for seventeen or eighteen years, and was the postal service guy in town, and the only one in town. The reason why I can remember this guy is probably that every day he would ride his bicycle around the town and tell everyone that there was no letter written to them at the post office, let alone any tickets. It's a very boring, but sometimes very interesting person.

"Why are you here?", Mason couldn't imagine what it had taken to make him look like this, as he looked at Mr. Postman, who looked like a beggar. The curly hair was glued together, as if there was a lot of stuff crawling around in it, some unnoticeable places and some blades of grass or something. He had only one very worn canvas garment, shivering in the cold wind.

He crossed his arms, and there was a hint of warmth on his slightly blue face, "Dorin...... Let me...... Put this car in your hands, Mr. Mason. As he spoke, he patted the car next to him, and lifted off the canvas, revealing a smooth car without a trace of scratches and dust, shining. The only regret is that the wheels of this car are out of gas and they are badly worn.

Mason immediately invited him into the police station and asked someone to get him a set of clothes and warm milk, and then he told Mason his story for most of the year.

In fact, there is no story, it is very boring.

Durin asked him to drive the car to Mason, and then it was up to Mason to decide whether to keep it for himself or send it to the town for Mr. Kersma, so Mr. Postman drove out of Illian City very conscientiously, aiming for the northwestern city of Turnair, the far northwest of the empire, spanning thousands of kilometers.

He, including Doolin, forgot one thing - supplies, as well as possible breakdowns and necessary repair costs for vehicles over long distances. When the car was driving seven or eight hundred kilometers, there was a problem, a tire pressed a nail and it died, and Mr. Postman paid out of his own pocket to repair the tire. Before he left, Doolin gave him some money, which was quickly spent on the rest of the journey, such as continuing to repair the tires, as well as replacing the power compartment, and buying catalysts and Yaojing.

When he drove the car to the middle of the empire, unfortunately the car broke down again, and if the little money left was used to repair the car, I was afraid that it would not be able to support him to drive the car back, so he chose another way to bring the car back, that is, pushing.

He bought a canvas to cover the car to avoid scratches and the like, and he would sleep in the car when it was cold, and the feeling of having an extra layer of canvas was definitely different. In this way, he recounted his experience as if he were telling a legendary story, which made Mason think that his brain might be broken.

"Why...... I mean, why don't you call me or the town?", if he could make a call, whoever answered the phone would have avoided a lot of trouble and trouble.

The postman was silent for a moment, "Sorry, I don't know your number, as for the town...... Is there a phone in town?"

This made Mason, who was already at a certain level, suddenly think of an insight, sometimes unaffordable wealth is not a good thing for a person, and can only become a heavy burden. There was no doubt that if Durin had given him something worthless, he might have given it up a long time ago, but it was a luxury car, a luxury car he couldn't afford, and his inexplicable sense of responsibility finally forced him to complete the journey like a legend.

There was silence in the room, and Mason didn't know how to speak, but a police officer rescued him, saying that someone below was going to find him and let him down.

Mason took out two hundred yuan and handed it to the postman, and held his hand tightly, "This car is very important to me, and more importantly, I am very touched by your sense of responsibility, what is lacking in this society now is the perseverance to continue to do one thing." It's a little bit of a reward, you have to take it, you know, I have something to ......," the postman said he was okay before Mason thanked him again and left.

As he reached the hall on the first floor, a woman with a mask immediately looked at him, which also made him know who was looking for him.

"I'm the Chief of the Turnell City Regional Police Department, Mason. Is there anything I can do to help you?", Mason is very polite, he does not show arrogance because he is the director, and children who grow up in the country always know awe and politeness.

The masked woman has a ...... voice Gao Leng, there is an indescribable arrogance, just like when I was a child, I saw those merchants who came to buy in the town. The merchants always covered their noses with handkerchiefs, as if the air in the countryside was different from the air in the city, and they always looked down on everyone with a lofty gaze, with a kind of red fruit contempt in their eyes.

In this woman, Mason felt that contemptuous and arrogant attitude, but he did not show any plan.

"We are military people, and this is my ID. The woman showed her identification, with Lily written in the name column, and she quickly put it away, "Move a vacant room for us, we need to check something." ”

Anyone who dares to use a military ID card at the police station is either crazy or stupid, and it seems that this group of people does not look like a fake, especially the woman's eyes behind the mask, revealing a kind of disdain, which is really impossible to deceive.

Mason quickly took them to the conference room, the meeting room of the police station is basically empty if there is no time limit to solve the case, the woman named Lily asked her two subordinates to sort it out, and asked at the same time: "Alfalfa Town is also under the jurisdiction of the Tennell Regional Police Department, is there any information on the town?"

In fact, this masked woman is Anna, last time she couldn't help but go to Alfalfa Town, and found no useful clues, at the same time, she had a feeling that she seemed to have alarmed some people in the town. So she can't go any further, if there is no evidence to arrest people directly, those people are afraid that they will run away, which is something she does not allow to happen. After chasing for so many years, she finally got a little clue, and she didn't allow herself to fail. So she took advantage of the opportunity that Amp was seconded this time, and she had no task on her, to come to the Turnair Regional Police Station to get the information of the residents of Alfalfa Town here, whether or not to find Mr. Kersma, it was definitely not a useless effort.

Mason reacted quickly, nodding his head quietly on his face, and responding again and again, "Yes, there must be." Alfalfa is indeed under our jurisdiction, what information do you want? or all of them?"

Anna took a deep breath and found a chair to sit down, "All!"

Mason left the room and ordered several policewomen to move all the materials from Alfalfa Town and return to his office at the same time. He was about to make a call to Mr. Kersma, but he didn't expect Mr. Postman to be there, and after the two looked at each other for a moment, Mr. Postman said goodbye to Mason with half a cup of hot milk. After closing the door, he was silent for more than ten seconds, then picked up the phone and dialed the number at home.

"Father, here comes the man you are talking about......"

Anna and the three of them kept their heads in several boxes of information until more than eight o'clock in the evening, and finally she selectively took a few documents, which did not contain detailed information about a certain family or person, only the changes in Alfalfa Town from its appearance to the present, and the changes from year to year. The names of people are also mentioned in these documents, such as who and who were when the town was first established, how many people there were, how many crops and crops there were, and whether there were any cases that required the police.

In the second year, how many households were transferred from other places, who were the ones, how many households reached the total population of the town, how many households, how many farms and industries, and taxation issues.

These things are more like a general statistical report, but this statistical report does not have various legends at a glance, and some are just pages of text, which provides some convenience for Anna's work. From these documents, she knew that the town of Alfalfa was established thirty-three years ago, when there were only six households in the town, and in the second year of the establishment of the town, it increased to thirty, and then every year there was some growth, until fourteen years ago, this growth almost stopped.

The only definite clue in Anna's hands now is that Durin has a person with a single heavy weapon, if nothing else, this person must be Layton or Layton's descendant, and that person can do things for Durin, either Durin gave him enough money, or he has a very good relationship with Durin. In the investigation of Durin's past career, this person has not appeared, only after he arrived in Otis City, this person popped out inexplicably.

According to these sources, in the winter of thirty years ago, in the third year of the town's construction, a total of eleven families, including Mr. Kersma's family, became new residents of Alfalfa. Over the next few years, about sixty families joined the town of Alfalfa, and if that person was in the town of alfalfa, it must have been less than a hundred.

She said hello to Mason and left with her own people and the information in her hand, and the next thing she didn't need to do was also not needed for her to do, she planned to entrust the newly established information department, starting from Alfalfa Town, to do a census!