Chapter 82 Chapter 82

After they returned to Cole's house to change and clean, they began to look for Randy.Facts have shown that even in such a small town, finding Randy Cole is far more difficult than imagined.Cole spent an hour looking for places where he might be hiding.She also called her sister, and Jane said she didn't know where Randy was.They went to the Bullpen and searched block by block in the center of town. nothing. "Wait," Puller said at last. He trotted back to Anne's Motel, Cole following.Puller knocked on doors to check.When he found the fifth room, Cole looked inside and called out, "Randy?"

His brother was lying on the bed with his clothes on. Puller and Cole enter the house.Puller closed the door and turned on the light. "Randy? Wake up." He didn't move.Cole leaned forward: "Is he all right? Randy?" "He's fine. His chest is going up and down." Puller looked around the room and said, "Wait for me." He picked up the cup from a battered wooden table and went to the bathroom.Cole heard the sound of rushing water.Puller returns with a full glass of water and pours it on Randy's face. Randy woke up with a start and rolled out of bed.

"What's going on?" Randy yelled after falling to the floor. Puller grabbed the back of his shirt, pulled him off the floor, and threw him back on the bed. Randy regained his composure and saw Pooler, then saw his sister staring at him. "Sam? What are you doing?" Puller sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "It's better to sleep in a bed than on the grass, isn't it?" Randy's attention turned to him. "Was that water just now?" "How much did you drink again?" "Not much. I don't drink that much anymore."

"We need your help." "What help?" "The fort," Pooler said. Randy rubbed his eyes and asked, "What happened to it?" "You've been in there, haven't you?" "what?" Puller grabbed his arm. "Randy, we don't have any more time. I'd love to explain everything, but it's taking too long. We found the architectural drawings for the fort. It says that demolition operations are not allowed within three kilometers of it The only reason they made this rule must have been because there was a mine working where coal had been mined in the past, or a fear that there might be such a mine. They wanted to make sure that there would be no future strip mining blasts in that area. Your father An expert in coal seams, and you work with him. Probably no one knows the place as well as you. What I want to ask you now is, is there really a roadway leading to the fort?"

Randy rubbed his temples and yawned. "Yes, there are alleyways. Papa and I happened to go in there one day. We were looking for something else. There were actually two alleyways. We went down one and found a second one, too. It goes in that direction. We walked along it for a while, and Pa reckoned we were under the fort. He was right. Pa said the lane might have been there in the forties." "Have you entered the fort yet?" Puller asked. Randy seemed sleepy. "What? No, no, we didn't go in, at least not then. I think Dad was curious about it. He used to tell us about the fort. We talked about going inside sometime, but he die."

Randy took a long breath, looking uncomfortable. "Speak up, Randy," Pooler said. "It's very important." "After my father died, I entered that alley once, walked a little further in, and found that there was another alley that turned around. I didn't care about it for a long time. That bastard Roger made threats. About a year and a half ago, I entered that alleyway again. I don't know why I went there, maybe to finish what Dad once wanted to do. That's how I entered the fort It took some brains and effort, and it took me two months to get in. They put a dome on top and a concrete floor underneath, but the floor was cracked in many places. Probably due to changes in the geological conditions below, perhaps caused by blasting and coal mining elsewhere."

"That means you went in. What did you see?" Puller asked. "It's big in there. It's dark, like in a cave, of course. I looked around and saw some things. There were some workbenches, and a mess on the floor, and some drums. " "What's a barrel for?" "I don't know, I didn't look carefully." Cole said: "Randy, it's too dangerous for you to do this. Those things may be poisonous, or they may be radioactive. That's probably why, you have been in poor health during this time, and your head hurts badly." "Maybe that's the case."

"What else did you see?" Puller asked. "It's nothing. I'll be out soon. It gives me the creeps in there." "Fine. The next big question is, have you ever told anyone about this?" Puller asked again. "No, what are you talking about?" "No one?" Pooler said. "Are you sure?" Randy thought for a moment. "I may have mentioned it to someone else, I remember." "Dickie Strauss?" Randy looked at him in surprise. "How the hell would you know? We play rugby and hang out together a lot. I was in the Shangto club too, but I lost my bike and haven't bought a new one. Yeah, I told him .What? Is there a problem with that?"

"Dickie's dead, Randy," Cole said. "Someone killed him, and we think it has something to do with the Fort." Randy sat up straight with a sudden alert look on his face. "Someone killed Dickie? Why?" "Because he mentioned the fort again to other people, those people went there, too. Regardless of what they found in there, a lot of people were killed because of that," Puller said. Randy asked, "What's in there anyway?" "That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out," Puller said. "Did you guess what?" Cole asked, "I mean about what's going to be there?"

"Yes, I have some guesses," Pooler replied. "What is it?" Cole said. "Tell me." Puller said nothing.He just looked at Cole, his chest throbbing violently.