Jane Banner felt like she was going crazy, and even though she had been driving hard for 2 hours in the snowstorm, everything seemed like a dream.

A native of Fort Lauderdale, a Florida native who grew up on the sandy beaches and basked in the sun, she saw a living snowstorm for the first time in her life.

She had never been to such a cold place, let alone seen such a large amount of snow, why was there snow so big that it completely obscured the vision ahead, why was she suddenly sent here.

Jane Banner was just a rookie agent who had just joined the FBI for a few months, and when she said "Las Vegas" aloud on stage on the "volunteer night" at the FBI Academy, the cheers of her classmates seemed to be still in front of her.

It all happened so fast that at first, she was just coming to the Riverton courtroom in Fremont, Wyoming, to file a confession, and then she got a phone call.

The call came from his boss, who said there was a suspected murder on an Indian reservation called Wind River Valley and asked him to find out because she was the closest FBI to the location.

Jane Banner didn't have time to think about it, and didn't even have time to return to Cheyenne City (the capital of Wyoming) to apply for a Saabban, so she hurriedly rented an SUV from a rental car company and rushed to her destination.

Feeling the warm air of the air conditioner in the car getting lower and lower, the despair in the girl's heart began to spread little by little, and she began to wonder if it was a wrong choice for her to enter the FBI.

She looks back on her career at the FBI in just a few months, trying to remember if she had inadvertently offended the strange boss who had a gradually rising hairline and liked to collect Captain America cards in private.

Extroverted and good-looking, whether it is in the FBI Academy or in the Las Vegas office, she boasts that she handles interpersonal communication quite well.

Occasionally, a few guys who feel good about themselves want to provoke her, and they are all handled by her with ease, after all, this is not the last century, and girls are slapped on the ass in the office and greet them with a smile.

Seeing that the snowstorm outside was getting heavier and heavier, it was completely impossible to see the road ahead.

Jane Banner lamented and threw herself on the steering wheel, so was it all just a coincidence? Is it really just that I was unlucky and happened to run into it?

Everything is like a dream, I always feel like I am still in the hot desert of Las Vegas one second, and the next second I am thrown into this ice and snow hell of more than minus 20 degrees.

"Am I going to die?" An indescribable sense of depression welled up in her heart, and Jane Banner felt an uncontrollable despair when the car engine was still turning and the air conditioner was still running.

"Tuk-tuk." There was a knock outside the window, and Jane Banner reflexively put her hand on the window button, but hesitated for a few seconds before finally making up her mind to lower the window through a gap.

Although it was only a small slit, the cold wind still howled in, instantly lowering the temperature in the car, which was already close to freezing, to below freezing.

"Your car broke down? Need help? A familiar voice came from outside the car window, and Jane Banner couldn't believe her ears.

"Jack, is that you?" She pressed the button hard in disbelief, lowered most of the window glass, and sure enough, a familiar handsome face appeared in front of her.

"Jane?" Jack didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, this girl who looks exactly like the Scarlet Witch in the Marvel movie, left a deep impression on him in the academy at the beginning.

"Aren't you in BU?" The wind was too loud, and Jane Banner struggled to raise her voice.

Jack looked at the girl shivering from the cold in only a thin down jacket, and instead of answering her question, he asked equally loudly.

"Can your car still move?"

Jane Banner also seemed to react, now is not the time to catch up, and quickly nodded, "Yes, but the wind and snow are too big, and the navigation says that the destination is in front of me and turn left, but I can't see anything." ”

Jack nodded, "I've got locals in my car to lead the way, you can follow us." ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and motioned for her to quickly close the window.

A Ford F150 drove up to Jane Banner's SUV in a double flash, and she quickly lowered the handbrake and cautiously followed.

After 20 minutes of hard work, two cars stopped in front of a farm's wooden house, where three bloated figures stood at the door of the wooden house.

Seeing the two cars stop, one of them, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and embroidered with the logo of the Fishing and Hunting Department on his chest uniform, took the initiative to greet him.

An Indian girl jumped from the co-pilot of the Raptor F150, threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man, and burst into tears.

Jane Banner turned off the car, looked at the heavy snow outside, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage, wrapped up her thin clothes, and got out of the car and walked briskly towards the cabin.

The cold wind carried huge snowflakes in front of her, and the biting chill made her breath involuntarily short, as if she didn't do this, as long as she dared to take a deep breath, the cold air could completely freeze her lungs.

"I'm Jane Banner and I'm from the FBI."

Jane Banner walked to the edge of the cabin and shook hands with a fat old man in a thick police uniform.

"You're coming alone?" The fat old man asked with a blank face as he withdrew his gaze from the SUV she had come from.

"Well, it should be, just me."

Jane Banner was also unsure, she did come alone, but she didn't know what happened to the Jack she had just met halfway through, who was supposed to be part of the FBI's behavioral analysis department.

"I'm Ben Shoey, the sheriff of the local tribal police station." The fat old man introduced himself, just like that, watching a beautiful FBI female agent shivering in the wind and snow in front of him.

"That's Corey Lambert, a registered hunter, from the Fishing and Hunting Department, and that's the body he found." Sheriff Ben Shoy lifted his chin and pointed to the middle-aged man who was bowing his head to comfort the Indian girl.

"This is his father-in-law, Dan, the owner of this farm."

Sergeant Ben Shoy looked at an old man with blinish hair, two Indian pigtails hanging down on his chest, and a wrinkled face, and continued.

Jane Banner kicked two steps in place, and within five minutes of being out of the car, she was gradually losing the feeling of her toes, and in this temperature, the damn canvas shoes on her feet were indistinguishable from not wearing them.

"I'm sorry we met in this situation, uh, so why don't you go and see the corpse now? I don't mean to offend, but I'm freezing to death right now, so hopefully the sooner the better. ”

Jack, who was tightly wrapped, appeared behind her at some point, "Jane, while I appreciate your professionalism, aren't you really going to wear more clothes?" ”

(End of chapter)