The young manās tone carried a hint of barely concealed pride, "You donāt really use your mobile phone much, nor do you keep up with news on the internet, so itās normal you donāt know. Actually, the news about Jane Sampsonās kidnapping appeared online early yesterday morning, but it was quickly suppressed. However, those forum posts discussed these matters all day yesterday, do you know? Many fools even treated this news as a rumor and waited for Jane Sampson to come out and dispel it."
The young man laughed heartily, "Do you think these people are stupid? Jane Sampson has been kidnapped for several days, havenāt they noticed Jane Sampson hasnāt had any messages for several days? Theyāre still foolishly waiting for Jane Sampson to come out and meet them? This group of fools, now they know, right? Theyāll have to wait a lifetime."
After saying this, the young man walked toward the house, speaking as he walked, "Iāve not had a proper rest for several days making money, Brother Strongman, Iāll sleep for a while at your place. When I wake up, at noon Iāll treat you to something delicious, and in the afternoon, Iāll give you a big surprise! An absolutely exciting surprise."
The person in the corner sat motionlessly, watching the young manās gradually disappearing figure. A hint of malice appeared in the base of their eyes.
The morning light was not yet bright. He sat in the corner, his face cast in shadows by the earthen wall. His hawk-like black eyes flashed with a subtle, fierce light in the dark.
The man sat there unmoving for more than an hour until it was very bright outside. Only then did he suddenly stand up, pushed open the main gate of the courtyard, and walked out step by step.
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Harper Black and a few others had already followed the police back to the station, and they had been waiting for nearly two hours.
The forensic assistant came in for the first time, holding a report as they pushed the door open.
"Director, the first report is out. The blood on the sleeve fabric found in the bushes is basically confirmed to be Jane Sampsonās."
This sentence made Brooke Black and the others, who had been waiting in the office for so long, tremble violently.
"Can the identity of the corpse be confirmed?" The director, worried, looked at the few people in front of him.
Sitting in a row, each of them had a notable background. If anything went wrong in his office, he couldnāt explain it.
"Identity has not been confirmed yet; the extent of the bodyās destruction is worse than expected. The teacher is still looking for places to work on." The assistant placed the report on the office desk, glanced at those over there, and quickly turned to leave.
At this moment, Harper Blackās mobile phone suddenly rang.
Harper Black picked it up and saw it was a local landline number. Without much thought, he answered.
As soon as the call connected, a familiar voice came through.
Harper Black heard James Black ask on the phone.
"Is it her?"
Just these simple three words, yet they were immensely heavy.
Harper Black, for a moment, didnāt know how to respond to this heavy question.
James Black, after a full minute, spoke again, "How long has it been?"
"Today is the fifth day of her kidnapping." Harper Black took a deep breath and exhaled deeply, "The report just came out. The blood on the sleeve is hers; the corpse report hasnāt come out yet."
Harper Black knew that the matter had spread too widely on the internet and could no longer be suppressed, so James Black would inevitably find out.
"Beep beep beep..."
Before Harper Black could comfort James Black with a few words, the other side had already decisively cut off the call.