"Go to his house. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info should be able to find evidence there. The boy pointed to Jeff, who was paralyzed in the co-pilot, and then complained: "This thing's tracking ability is not up to par, and the anti-tracking is even worse, and I want to be a stalker if I don't have the ability, it's really a shame for the perverted world..."

"Wait! I'm not going to complain about the perverted world or something... But you don't even have a driver's license!!" Hermione asked in a panic as she heard the boy's words.

"Otherwise, do you want to walk over? That's not the distance that humans can walk~" Roger said with a grin, starting the car.

Hermione leaned back in the back seat and sighed, "What a short life... The starry sky at night is so clear..."

"Hey, that's rude. Roger rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Who do you think I learned this from!?" Hermione complained aggressively.

Skillfully geared up, the car drove smoothly into the right lane, and moved at a constant speed of 80 miles.

"You can drive a normal car?" Hermione looked surprised after a long sigh of relief, "I thought you would use the accelerator as a brake..."

"Hmph, that's too underestimating me... Before I came here, I was known as the existence of the Autumn Ride Rider God~" Roger snorted coldly and said extremely proudly: "And there is a poem as evidence: There are few pedestrians on Autumn Mountain, and there are often riders who are high and low." Now the lane is still there, and the old driver is gone. That's what the 'old driver' is talking about!"

Hermione wondered, "Does the country have this mountain of Autumn Mountains?"

The girl's worries were unnecessary, and Roger drove very steadily all the way... Except for a couple of times when I almost crashed into an oncoming truck.

Britain implements left-hand lane driving, and Roger, who can't drive a car once in a few years, hasn't gotten used to it for a while, and always thinks that the car on the opposite side is driving in the wrong direction... Thanks to this, there is not much traffic on this road.

In any case, the car was parked on the flat ground in front of a house without missing any parts.

The house is only one floor, and the roof is still flat, but the house extends horizontally to both sides, and there are a few trees planted next to it.

This kind of veritable "bungalow" reminds Roger of the neighborhood committee office in his previous life, if a Taishi chair and a small wooden table are placed under the tree, it will be all harmonious.

After getting out of the car, dragging Jeff who had fainted backwards, and holding Pandora, Roger opened the door with the key, and the room was pitch black.

The boy reached out to turn on the light, but Hermione whispered to stop him, "Wait... We're breaking into a house..."

"Being with the owner of the house is nothing more than trespassing. Roger threw the dead dog-like Jeff to the ground, and then let go of his throat and shouted, "Hello~Averi Batty~ Is anyone home?"

"Hey, are you crazy? if there's someone else in the house—" Hermione grunted and grabbed the boy by the collar, but thankfully, there was no movement in the dark room.

"Obviously, there is no one else in the house except us~" Roger said in a brisk tone, turning on the light.

The walls of the porch and living room are painted in warm orange and red, and there are a variety of photographs of women hanging on them.

Roger first found a reclining chair and rope to tie Jeff firmly to it, and then dragged Hermione, who felt very uncomfortable because she had done something bad, to wander around the house.

Walking to the kitchen, Roger went straight to the refrigerator, opened it and closed the cabinet door twice: "This product is unexpectedly very health-conscious..."

Muttering, the boy rummaged through the cupboard above, and then whistled excitedly: "Ha, I knew there was something good here~"

Apparently an uncapped bottle of rum, Roger tiptoed it down and took a sip on his head.

"Hey, didn't you say you'd get evidence here?" Hermione snatched the bottle and set it aside.

"I'm not just drinking... I don't know if you've ever heard of a word," Roger said to the girl, scratching his chin as he let the girl take the wine away, "The trash can is everything in life." ”

Hermione frowned and shook her head in confusion.

"Come to think of it, there's nothing anyone can hide from in front of his own garbage. The boy pointed to the trash can in the kitchen: "The MI6 agents know best how rich and useful the trash can is, and how much it can grasp every aspect of a person. ”

Hermione: "And what does that have to do with your drinking?"

Roger: "... It doesn't matter. ”

The girl crapped her finger bones.

Roger chuckled and began to rummage around the house.

"There's nothing exciting in the medicine cabinet... But I'd like to know what these lubricants are for..."

Pulling open a folding wooden door that slides left and right, the cabin is furnished like a studio, with several cameras on the table.

Roger picked up one casually: "Well... This camera is... Pentax 6x7, Japanese goods? I didn't expect him to be quite professional..."

In the large filing cabinet in the living room, Roger turned out a lot of photos of the scene.

"The Yukon Reservation in Canada, the Utah Wilderness in the United States, the villages in the forests of Alaska...", the boy sneered and threw the photo back.

And under the bed in the bedroom, a wooden box was found, and when opened, a pistol was placed inside.

"Glock 17? Good taste. Roger pulled out his magazine and looked at it, then flipped the bedside table inside out with his gun and found a stack of envelopes.

"Oh roar ~ private letter ~ look at the level of wear and tear, it should be often taken out to see. Roger took out one of them with interest and opened it and read, "Dear Jeff, I don't want to go down with you, you are not the person I want to entrust with my life..."

After reading a few sentences, the boy pouted and stuffed the letter back.

Everything that has been discovered so far seems to be indescribably normal, and a photographer who pays attention to health is basically the same.

Hermione, who had also watched all the way with Roger, had this feeling.

Moreover, the girl also felt a little uneasy about illegally breaking into a private home and looking at his private privacy everywhere.

"Roger, are you mistaken? It's normal here... Or is it just that you're bored and have fun with him? Look at the photos he took of the environment...", she didn't finish.

Roger grinned and pointed to the wall and retorted, "So what? He loves nature, so he's a good guy?