May 1953, Massachusetts, USA

The weather is clear, cloudless, and sunny, and Massachusetts is blessed with vast natural forests, well-developed fishing and fisheries, construction minerals, and abundant biological resources, but lacks metals and oil fields. After World War II, several new factories were built here, and the U.S. government intends to fully exploit the state's resources, not only natural resources, but also human resources, Cambridge, Massachusetts, and the Greater Boston area of Cambridge, Massachusetts, is home to a world-famous university, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and since the Department of Defense has acquired a lot of technology from the German Nazis, they have been working with MIT to analyze and develop more advanced weapons, space facilities, and more secret things.

The jeep ran over the gravel road in the countryside, leaving two deep lines behind the car, and it was clear that the weight of the car was more than just what it seemed.

"God just can't figure out one thing," Aldridge pressed the steering wheel button, and all the windows, including the windshield, were covered with a UV shield, "Not everyone likes the sun, uh, are you alright, Miss Sarah?" Aldridge looked at the woman in his co-pilot.

In the passenger seat was a young black woman, about twenty years old, with slightly curly hair, wearing a taupe casual short-sleeved dress and camel mountain boots, her name was Sarah Hall, a rare black female student in the history department of MIT.

"I'm fine, Mr. Nut. Sara replied respectfully, and then fell silent again.

Aldridge smiled knowingly and said lightly, "Don't be too nervous, your professor recommended you to me, so I think you must have something special." ”

"Do you really believe me? a black girl who talks about magic?"

"Ha, magic, that's right," Aldridge said disdainfully, "most people scoff at this name, but I'm not, I'm different from most white people, you see, they believe in Catholicism, they believe in God and love people, so those guys just go around doing despicable things in the name of God, and until now they still think that white people are a superior race, but if you look closely at the Bible and reality, you will find that this view is wrong, have you read the Bible, Miss Sarah?" ”

"Yes, I did, that was one of our courses. Sara replied helplessly.

"Very well, then we won't have a problem communicating with each other for the rest of the day," Aldridge looked at his watch, calculating to himself when the damn sun would go down.

"In the Bible, God created the first human beings in His own image, and that's the origin of mankind, right?"

"That's right, the first human Adam, after which God created Eve out of his ribs. Sara nodded in reply.

"Here's the problem, Miss Sarah, according to biology, the first person in the world was not white, in fact, he was more like you, that is, blacks, that is, according to the theories of those white elites in the United States, the God they believed in should be a black man, not a red-haired white old man, if they denied it, it would be even more interesting, either denying the whole work of modern biology, or denying the God they believed in, and in any case it could not prove that the guys were of the superior race, your people were no longer slaves in ninety, you don't have to be too respectful to me, as for those magic, I believe it's because I've seen it before. ”

Sara couldn't help but froze for two seconds when she heard Aldridge's words, her eyes were a little red, she turned her face to the other side, looked at the scenery outside the window and whispered, "Thank you." ”

And here, Aldridge saw Sarah's expression, he knew that his goal had been achieved, and now the female student was willing to tell all her secrets, in human society, his disguised identity was a history professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and he was also one of the members of the United States Congress, of course, most people didn't know the second identity, five days ago, there was a bizarre murder case in Salem, which was peaceful, a woman died at the place where she was burned at the stake, the body had no scars on the surface, but the internal organs were burned clean, Ulliel was sure that this was done by the devil, but he was not sure about the level of the demon, so he asked Aldridge to investigate it himselfand sent a Winter Lake team to assist in the investigation.

Later, during a casual conversation with a college colleague, he hears that a student who always dreams about the woman who was burned to death and claims that it has something to do with magic, and that student is Sarah Hall.

In fact, Aldridge didn't care much about this place at first, after all, two hundred and fifty years had passed since the Salem incident, and even if there were demons who didn't bother to care about SEELE, the unexpected Lord Garence cared very much about that place, and instructed him to give him first-hand information if anything happened. And after that, it's now.

The car pulled up next to a wooded area, and the two had reached their destination, the small town of Salem, northeast of Boston, with a new crime scene in front of them, the Witches Museum.

I have to say that there is no change here from when Allai came more than ten years ago, and it still retains the style of a typical American town. The mahogany tavern, the brick and wood buildings, the black iron bars, the neat lawns are distributed on both sides of the street, and of course, what Aldridge misses the most is the changeable weather here, as if cursed by a witch, the sky was clear one minute ago, and now it is already dark clouds and light rain.

Aldridge looked up at the gray sky, took out two umbrellas from the car, and handed one to Sarah, Aldridge swore to the umbrella that if the rain was caused by a witch, then he would definitely stand naked on the pyramid and shout the words "I love witches", but unfortunately, according to his investigation, the only witch in this town was burned to death by his husband two hundred and fifty years ago.

The museum surrounds a long cordon, forty-year-old Sheriff O'Brien is still carefully recording the clues of the crime scene, the body was taken for autopsy five days ago, the results are also surprising, in addition to the bizarre way of death, the female corpse is naked, but there is no trace of being by a strong woman, there is no external trauma to the body, but all functions stop at the same time, it stands to reason that when the brain dies, the body can still survive for a period of time, but the result of the corpse is as if the soul was extracted by a terrible existence according to the forensic doctor, and all vitality stopped in an instant。

Of course O'Brien doesn't believe it, although Salem is civilized because of witches, but people know that it is just the result of human nature being exposed to religion and power, and even if it is a witch, why wait until so many years to reappear? Everything points to the scene of the crime, O'Brien can't let go of any tiny details, maybe an ordinary piece of glass slag is the key to the case.

"No, sir, you can't go in, it's cordoned off," O'Brien's train of thought was interrupted by a loud warning from the police officer outside, who lifted his belt, tightened his grip on the gun in his crotch, and walked outside with a majestic expression.

"Can't you see the cordon outside, sir?" O'Brien looked at a man and a woman in front of him, the man was dressed in a fancy suit, with plates and ornaments that he had never seen before, the woman was a black man, dressed like a young man in a mountaineering suit and short sleeves, without the slightest ladylike temperament, a white man and a lowly black man, a combination that seemed to him to be nothing more unusual.

"Listen to me......" O'Brien gestured at Aldridge, but before he could finish, Aldridge handed over a document.

"An order from the NSA, I don't care if you're a sheriff or whatever, I have to go in today, and all of you present are to keep this incident a secret, anyone who leaks the secret will be charged with treason, secretly transferred to the same prison and spend the rest of your time there, now, is there anyone else who wants to say anything?"

Aldridge looked left and right, he was full of confidence, because the document was issued by the real NSA, and the sheriff looked at it many times, and he not only silently lamented the benefits of connections and power.

"I didn't ...... No problem, sir," O'Brien touched a cold sweat, "but she, this black man, she can't ......"

"She's with me," Aldridge stood in front of O'Brien and stared straight at him, "May I think you're blocking the NSA's work?"

"No, no, no, of course not, sir, you are free to come in. O'Brien bowed his head to make way for Aldridge, then pulled the brim of his hat, and ordered his officers to leave without even holding an umbrella.

"You're from the NSA, I thought you were just a professor?" said Sara in surprise at the entrance of the museum.

"No, I'm not, it's just a little trick," Aldridge vehemently denied, "there's no NSA at all, the full name of that department is No such Agency, you know, it's just a prank." ”

"Really?"

"Of course!" Aldridge said with an affirmative look on his face.