This information comes from the small talk between the four of them after dinner, and Arya, who was taken directly back to the hotel by Braxton, finally recovers and tells everyone about the local situation.

Although her face was still haggard, the girl's mental state was much better after receiving the assurance that Jack would do his best to find out the truth.

Jack took the opportunity to ask her about the hunter, Corey Lambert.

Corey used to have a daughter named Emily, and Arya's sister Natalie used to be best friends, and the two girls were the same age and almost inseparable.

Emily disappeared at a party three years ago, and her body was found days later by a shepherd teenager in a field more than 20 meters away from Cory's house.

"So, what really happened to that girl?" Jane's cheeks were flushed, she had choked on the cold, and Jack asked for a bottle of whiskey and poured her a glass.

Arya shook her head, "No one knows, the wolves have been destroyed, and it was finally the DNA test that confirmed the identity of the corpse." ”

"After that, Uncle Corey sold his sporting goods store at the ski resort and became a professional hunter."

With tears in her eyes once more, Braxton poured a little juice into the glass in front of her, and Arya rejected any alcoholic beverages, which came from her life experiences.

Jack knew that in this country, the problem of alcoholism was as serious as the epidemic of drugs, and among the Indians, the problem of alcoholism was multiplied on this basis.

In traditional Indian cultures, many hallucinogens were used as tools to communicate with the gods, such as tobacco, mushrooms, and the secretions of certain animals.

But before the white people arrived in the Americas, the indigenous people who were enclosed in this blessed land were still slowly developing their own civilization, and they had not even pointed out the technology tree of distillation.

So when the Indians exchanged their furs for "strong drinks" such as brandy and rum from the colonists, things got out of hand.

There is a theory that because of tens of thousands of years of isolation, the genes of the Indians caused them to naturally lack the ability to break down alcohol, which made them more intolerant and addictive to spirits than other races.

As a result, the aborigines regarded spirits, which can be fluttering after a few sips, as a sacred object, and to this day, the Sioux people in North America still call spirits "mni wakan", which means holy water.

In modern times, in the Americas, especially in North America, alcohol has become the best placebo for Native Americans who have been completely marginalized, "captive" on reservations, and have no hope of life.

Today, about 80 percent of the country's indigenous people have alcohol problems, and 1 in 4 babies are born with fetal alcohol syndrome.

Two of Arya's parents died of cirrhosis caused by alcoholism, and three died in drunken traffic accidents, which led to her extreme rejection of alcohol.

Not wanting to further touch the girl's painful past, Jack instructs Braxton to take care of his fiancée, agrees to go to Arya's parents' house the next morning, and goes shopping with Jane.

After all, the thought of wearing the clothes of a deceased girl made Jane feel that something was wrong, not because of any taboo in Eastern culture, but because of the reluctance in the eyes of the old Indian woman at that time.

Jane really realized the kindness of the family, although she was very reluctant, but in the face of her thin clothes, they still took out their late granddaughter's clothes for her to change.

And Jack also understood the origin of the complicated look in Jane's eyes when he changed his clothes and appeared in front of Corey Lambert.

She bought a full set of warm clothes at the town store, changed them directly, and then found a dry cleaner to send the changed clothes to dry cleaning, and repeatedly told the clerk to handle them carefully.

It was not too early to get back to the hotel, and Jack dropped Jane to the door of his room, said hello and prepared to go to bed, his room was next door.

"Come in and have a drink."

Jane seemed to be drunk, her cheeks still flushed, and she looked a little more coquettish than during the day.

"Well, I still can't, I already have a girlfriend." Jack silently mentally replaced a word with a plural.

Jane's expression froze, and her hand holding the door frame slid down, then she glared at him through gritted teeth, and said angrily, "I want to talk to you about this case." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jack hurriedly apologized, whether it was a misunderstanding or not, his answer just now was a little hurtful to the girl.

The rooms in the small hotel are not large, and the furnishings are very simple, except for an exaggerated wine cabinet with local characteristics, which is not much different from ordinary hotels.

Jane went inside and turned on the heating, took off her coat, poured a small glass of whiskey for Jack, and buried herself in the couch in exhaustion.

"I did a little bit of research before I came here, and although it was rushed, did you know that Indigenous women are not counted in the federal missing population statistics?"

Jack didn't answer, just put the glass in his hand and turned it slowly, quietly listening to her narration.

"The most recent report I could find about them, from 15 years ago, said that one-third of Native American women in this state had been abused by their surname, and that 96 percent of the people who abused them were non-Indians."

"And I'm just a rookie who has been sent here to do the administrative process, and maybe tomorrow, there will be a phone call from above to call me back to Las Vegas."

Jane's voice grew fainter and fainter, and when Jack came back to his senses, he realized that she was already snoring softly.

"If only the world could have a little more 'virgins' like you."

Jack sighed, carried the sleeping girl to the bed, touched her forehead, and found that the blush on her cheeks was not due to the small glass of whiskey, but to a fever.

After giving Jane a cure, Jack helped her take off her shoes, put on the covers, and left her room lightly.

Although this girl looks a little silly, she is not stupid, and it is clear that it is impossible for a stupid person to become an FBI agent, so from the moment she came here, she knew that she was just a tool to carry out bureaucratic processes.

It's like Jack, who didn't take Rosie's promised support to heart in the first place, it's not that he doesn't trust Rosie, but in this place that is deliberately ignored, the law is more useless than the toilet paper used in the toilet.

Maybe Rossi does have enough energy to land BAU's Gulfstream business jet at the nearest airport here, but the favors, or price he will have to pay for it, will be much greater than dealing with ogres in New Mexico.

(End of chapter)