Davidtook the address and went with Charles Anderson.
The address was in a village in the city. Seeing the place, I trembled involuntarily.
This was where Wang Ye first kidnapped me and tortured me inhumanely.
He wanted me to reveal Charles Anderson’s whereabouts, but I stayed silent.
Finally, he strapped a bomb to me and took me to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.
Davidreached a house, confirmed no one was there, and kicked the door open.
I entered the room. Wang Ye had destroyed all evidence of my torture in the house, leaving no traces.
Davidsearched the house.
Finally, I found a button in a corner of a cabinet, a button from my clothes.
If Charles Anderson finds it, he can confirm the killer.
I tried desperately to get their attention.
But it was futile; they didn’t see it and eventually left the house.
Outside, Davidsaid to Charles Anderson, “Didn’t see any bomb-making traces. Maybe it’s not him?”
Charles Anderson shook his head, “Hard to say. It’s been days since the incident, he could’ve cleaned up. The key is we don’t know where Wang Ye went, but there are signs he lived there.”
“I’ll have some people stake it out; let’s find others who can make this bomb,” Davidsuggested.
Days passed without Wang Ye returning, and Charles Anderson, as a forensic pathologist, was exhausted. This wasn’t his job, but he kept working.
The police chief couldn’t stand it and forced Charles Anderson to take a break.
Only a few continued searching for clues.
Charles Anderson returned to our rented room, collapsing into sleep.
When he woke, he instinctively called out, “Fang Shu, get me a glass of water, I’m parched.”
After no response, Charles Anderson frowned, “Fang Shu, are you deaf?”
Eventually, he got up and realized I wasn’t there.
Charles Anderson’s face darkened, “Think you can stay hidden forever? Fang Shu, you’d better keep hiding.”
He pulled out his phone, found my number.
Angrily, he sent a few words: Break up, take your junk out of my house.
Then he left, not caring if I’d reply.
As he opened the door, my parents stood there.
Their hair had turned gray in days, faces full of exhaustion.
I stood behind Charles Anderson, tears falling uncontrollably.
Charles Anderson was also stunned, “You are?”
My dad held onto Charles Anderson’s arm, “Is the victim you showed on TV Lily? We haven’t heard from her in a long time.”
“Lily would never do this. She’s always been so good; something must’ve happened.”
My mom silently wept beside him.
I cried along with them.
In this world, only my parents truly cared for me.
Charles Anderson sighed irritably, “How could she be in trouble? She’s just hiding.”
“And what does Fang Shu’s whereabouts have to do with me? We’re already broken up.”
My dad bowed his head, about to kneel, but Charles Anderson quickly stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
“I beg you to help us find Lily. She’s really missing. If you can contact her, tell her her parents are worried. Tell her to come home.”
