Chapter 55 The final chapter

In the small town of Higersville, Arkansas, the sky is clear.There are only a few thin clouds floating in the sky, making the blue sky even higher.A gust of hot wind blew away the scraps of paper on the bulletin boards and crumpled the election posters pasted on the edge of the city square. Bob.Halliberg lifted a corner of the poster and gazed thoughtfully at Senator Floyd Floyd.Brooke's bright face.His cheeks are always flushed, so he was dubbed Pink Floyd (annotation. Homophone with the famous singer Pink Floyd).He looks very young on the poster.The loose red hair adds to his bad boy impression, very much like an adult Tom (Tom Sawyer, translation note: "Tom's Adventures" protagonist).He is raising his hands, reaching out to supporters in triumph.In the blurred background, an American flag is fluttering in the wind.

As the youngest member of the House of Representatives, his political career can be described as smooth sailing, flourishing.His sharp understanding, wry humor and rapport have made him the favorite of the upcoming U.S. presidential candidates.He is still unknown in political circles, but the media agrees that he will be eye-catching and a threat that cannot be ignored by the sitting president. until yesterday. Halliberg looked around the plaza, eyeing broken stools, knocked over hot dog, bagel and drink retail stands, shattered glass windows at stores adjacent to the plaza, torn stage decorations and smashed Wandering between the podiums.He closed his eyes, and immediately saw the scene that had been continuously broadcast on the TV channel for hours: people fighting, jumping at each other, and wrestling into a ball.Security guards fired indiscriminately at the crowd.And Freud.Brooke's shots appear repeatedly.How his originally flushed face was twisted ferociously with hatred, and how he knocked a pregnant woman to the ground with a microphone stand.Although the pregnant woman was still a few weeks away from her due date, she still insisted on being his campaign assistant.

The silence at the moment was strange.No more journalists, no more onlookers.It seemed superfluous for the police to block the square.The small town is still shrouded in panic. People all over the country retreat to their homes and keep their doors closed. It seems that only in this way can they avoid the devil who looted this quiet town a few days ago. Forty-two people died and one hundred and seventeen were injured!Direct losses amounted to millions.And ruined the political career of a promising young politician.He will be charged with grievous bodily harm.One night led to it being written down in history: the madness of the small town of Higgsville.

Can you tell me why a military major is interested in this place? Halliberg opened his eyes to meet Sheriff Parker's inquiring gaze.Parker was not tall, standing in front of Halliberg, he looked more like a dwarf.There was determination on his face.Many people despaired of this unexplained incident, but Parker, a small village police officer, was determined to accept the challenge.He didn't really have much to do, and the investigation was naturally the responsibility of the FBI.However, he obviously wanted to find out the truth according to his own thinking. The media, like all parties, make their own narratives.More serious media believe an attacker infiltrated the rally.Attempts by security guards to intervene resulted in a shootout that culminated in a panicked crowd.Brooke was obviously out of his mind before kicking and beating.The gossip tabloids speculated that this was a conspiracy planned by a left-leaning organization or a plot by the Ku Klux Klan based on their different political leanings.The group is quite active in this area.There are also rumors on the Internet that beer contains drugs, or that there is a virus that makes people lose their minds.

I'm with the Army's Psychological Reconnaissance Service.Halliberg explained that we investigate any incidents of group violence. Do you think that someone fanned people's emotions? Halliberg considered it for a moment before saying, I'm not sure yet. How can it be?The assembly was filmed in its entirety from different directions.The violence starts in the middle, close to the stage, and spreads in waves.From the tape, nothing can be seen.Can't see it at all.We simply don't know what factors led to this violence.People suddenly started punching and kicking each other frantically.His words froze, as if it was difficult to continue.I know the people in the front row, at least a few.Most of them are farmers who came from nearby.I see Timmy.Rubins was in there too.He is the son of our iron factory director.A kind lad who wouldn't even touch a fly.And Harry, the undertaker.Mypole.Harry is in his sixties.As far as I know, he never touched alcohol in his life.Why do people like this want to kill each other?

Halliberg thought of the incident five years ago.The perfume case was not thoroughly investigated in the end.Colin's suicide hampers the investigation.People found traces of a chemical laboratory from his farm in Texas.That laboratory was obviously built hastily.There are many signs that Colin is the leader of this conspiracy, but they can't track down his accomplices, let alone catch them all.No one knows how he learned the secret of the perfume.One can only speculate.The most likely explanations are that a former CIA double agent named Cardin, who disappeared after the attack, reported him about the pheromones, or stole documents from their makers.However, there is no relevant record in the CIA's files and databases.

A special training unit of the U.S. Air Force raided Olduma's base shortly after the terrorist attack on the peace summit, completely destroying it.A man named Andre was found among the dead.Bodies of Germans in Berg.Auduma slipped away.Apparently, he was still in Saudi Arabia at the time. The CIA put the clues of the investigation on Offana and its general manager Scoppa.But there is no evidence that he knew of Berger's plot, or even participated in it.Other investigations were similarly inconclusive. Halliberg had hoped that the deaths of Berg and Colin would take away the perception of the perfume.But after that, there are signs that pheromones are starting to stir again somewhere in the world.It's as if once a thought arises, it can never disappear from the collective human mind.If the evil spirit of pheromone perfume is unknowingly released from its bondage, it will invade mankind forever.It is like the tens of thousands of atomic bombs stored in underground warehouses, waiting patiently in the deteriorating world situation after the Cold War, or the deadly virus in the military laboratory, waiting for a mistake of the maker.Halliberg had no choice but to keep more people aware of the fragrance and try to hunt down those who abused it.Other than that, he had no choice.It's really futile.

The sheriff pointed to the campaign poster in Halliberg's hand.What on earth irritated a senator so much that he injured an elderly pregnant woman for no reason in front of the camera? Bob.Halliberg looked the sheriff straight in the eye and blurted out a lie, I don't know.He never lied like that. (End of the book)