"Can you see it?" Lilac Serval adjusted the screen distance.
"Yes," Charles McIntosh didn't say much else.
Lilac Serval had experience in wilderness survival. Pointing at several spots on the mountain, she said, "Look here, you could hide."
"Mr. Cheney must have already searched this place."
"True, this spot is relatively hidden, but the entrance is too small to admit a person."
While analyzing with Charles McIntosh, Lilac Serval pointed things out to him.
Charles McIntosh smelled her faint scent and listened to her familiar voice, slightly closing his eyes.
Long time no see.
"The heavy rain has washed out the road to the south, making it impassable, but Yolanda Fern might have counted on this and escaped southward," analyzed Lilac Serval.
"It's not impossible, but the south side is a steep cliff, not so easy to escape from," Charles McIntosh said calmly. "What surprises me is that Miss Yale didn't send out any distress signals."
