Brandon had no intention of chewing the noodles. He didn't have much interest in food anyway.
He was sitting alone in the car, wondering what he was thinking.
The rainy day made the search more difficult, but the tracking time was so precious. After a long time, Harry came over wearing a thick black raincoat.
The rain dripped down the brim of his black hat, like a bead curtain.
"Mr. Spencer, the rescue team has already checked..."
Harry raised his hand, holding a piece of clothing in his hand.
"This dress was found on a small tree under the cliff."
Who would have such good accuracy and such leisurely patience to deliberately throw such a piece of clothing under the cliff? The vine is almost growing with the cliff. Even if you look carefully, you can't find it at all.
Brandon took the jacket.
It's an ordinary assault jacket. Judging from the signs of wear and tear, it probably hasn't been lost for a long time.
"This wallet is in the pocket of the coat."
Brandon opened the wallet numbly. He didn't hold it firmly, and the documents inside instantly fell to the floor.
All documents have a common owner.
Harry's face changed, "Mr. Spencer, although I don't know what happened, but... you must calm down."
Brandon picked up these documents one by one.
In addition to the information card that can prove Crystal's identity, her bank card, driver's license, keys, and even bags of freshener are all stored in this wallet. If so many important documents are lost, it is indeed quite a big deal. A troublesome thing, Crystal has never been a careless person, how could she leave such an important thing here?
Unless he couldn't think about it anymore and was already dead.
Brandon suddenly laughed.
So she jumped off the cliff and died again. So she didn't cherish the opportunity to be reborn.
Is she stupid or am I stupid to believe it?
The hysterical laughter and Brandon's dazzling face, like a celestial being, are extremely beautiful at this time. He smiled beautifully, without caring about his own image. The curvature of his lips was like a spring flower in March, making people's hearts flutter.
He pinched Crystal's face on the certificate so hard that her fingers turned white.
"Hahaha... Such a clumsy trick, Crystal, do you think I will believe it?"
He is not a fool; he is just a little sleepy and tired temporarily. Who is Crystal trying to fool?
She thought he would believe it. She thought that as long as he thought she was dead, he would stop looking.
Dream.
Even if it's a corpse, even if it's a piece of clothing, a piece of dirt, even if it's a tombstone.
He dug three feet into the ground to find Crystal.
He slapped her wallet on Harry's hand.
"Put these things away for Miss Ford. It would be troublesome to lose these things. She shouldn't have time to replace them one by one when she comes back."
He almost scared Olivia to death.
"Mr. Spencer, now we..."
"Shut up."
Brandon said lightly, "Come with me."
Brandon has always been a very nurturing person. Although Olivia is his assistant, he has never treated her harshly, let alone said harsh words to her.
Harry sighed.
Who is this Crystal that Brandon is being so crazy about?
Before he could think about it, Brandon walked into the darkness alone.
The sky was completely dark, and he didn't know when the dawn would come. Harry looked up at the sky and saw that the gray clouds completely covered it, which made him feel a little palpitated inexplicably.
How long will this rain last?
To get back to City C from City D, the fastest means of transportation would take a day and a night.
Olivia couldn't stand it any longer, so Harry asked her to go back and rest first and replace her with some people who stayed in City D.
The climate in City D is mild and humid all year round, making it a desirable place to live all year. The humid and mild climate also nourishes sin. This is the lower city, and both the public security and the economy are worse than the upper city.
Indulgence and crime are taking place in every corner of City D as usual, but tonight, it rarely rainesd.
The car drove into an old community, and residents kept looking at them sideways along the way.
It must have been a very spectacular scene when dozens of people rushed upstairs at the same time. Brandon didn't want to scare the snake, so he only called Harry and three or four random people.
The corridor was filled with the stench of rotting garbage. Maybe it was because of the rain. Water drops dripped down the pipes, making a ticking sound.
Brandon wiped away the water that fell in the corners of his eyes and knocked on the door based on his memory.
"Who are you looking for?" a silent male voice asked.
Harry glanced at Brandon's expression. "Your neighbor downstairs, your pipe is leaking. It's leaking all over my house. Please open the door quickly!"
This is one of Harry's common excuses. Harry doesn't use the well-known excuses like Olivia, such as hotel rounds or neighborhood committee mediation, but prefers some life-like rhetoric.
Brandon's ears are almost numb when he hears it.
The person behind the door muttered something.
"Didn't you do it last time? My family won't pay for it this time. Maybe it was you who caused the damage yourself and you're just letting everyone go."
Although he was reluctant, the door still opened.
The person who opened the door was an honest, middle-aged man. His right leg looked a little lame.
Such an honest man is a good at abusing his daughter.
The two people hiding in the corridor quickly stepped out. Harry held the door to prevent him from closing it.