The coldest time at night, Noah finally returned to the new home that Christy had moved into overnight. It was closer to downtown, but it was in a remote and unremarkable alley.
The first floor was a row of shops that sold furniture and daily necessities. They lived on the second floor, and there were only two floors.
It was a little noisy during the day, but the whole street quieted down at night. However, the downtown area next to the street was still bustling with people who were enjoying their nightlife.
Christy was tidying up the room. The air conditioner in the hall was turned on. Noah took off his down Jacket and faced the warm air. He had no expression on his face, and he didn't know it was because his face was too cold, or his heart was numb. His eyes were closed, and even if they were opened, one probably couldn't see any emotions in them.
Christy handed him a cup of hot tea, "How did it go?"
Noah threw the down jacket to her and said, "I got it."
"What did they say?" Christy opened the pocket of the down jacket and took out the black tracker.
She was talking about the police station.
Noah drank a mouthful of hot tea, and his throat was moistened. Then he said with a trace of weariness, "It's just a scapegoat. The others kept their mouth shut."
Logically speaking, such a big case would at least draw the attention of police forces of different places and the media. However, the bureau was worried about the public opinion and stopped the news from spreading out. It also ordered the major media to remain silent, so as not to cause social panic.
After all, the citizens were taxpayers, and the victims were only minors without any social status. Some of them were missing, some were abandoned as they were born disabled, and a few were bought from remote mountainous areas. There was no risk of being reported, and no one would call the police.
This was the reality.
It was dirty and unbearable.
"Can you find out?" Christy sat down. Her beautiful eyebrows knitted together. The black tracker in her palm was thrown onto the coffee table. She looked at her palm. The palm lines were tangled. They said that a girl with clear palm lines had good luck. Then did she have bad luck in her life?
Noah took a sip of hot tea and put down the cup, "I can't. I can't find out."
Christy became quiet.
After the fire at the villa, she knew that the truth would always be covered up because people only wanted to see what they wished for, and they did not want the sins to be seen by others. They didn't even want to admit that the sins existed.
In a word, they denied the existence of those girls.
Even if they knew who the real victims were, they would not have sympathy for the girls.
Christy pinched her fingernails and suddenly remembered something, "Didn't you say you had saved one?" She looked at Noah with obvious hope, "We can let that girl testify as a witness!"
Noah looked at her and didn't say anything.
Christy calmed down, and they looked at each other. She only heard Noah's slightly mocking tone,
"What do you think?"
They all knew that the victim's family would not allow their daughter to testify. They were eager to get rid of it. Furthermore, that person was an Armed Police Force, so how could he be willing to gamble on his future?
"Why did you suddenly leave the hospital today?" Noah asked.
"I met the group leader. I followed him for a while, but he almost discovered me." Christy suddenly remembered the little robot and its slow nod.
Very cute.
"Why are you laughing?" Noah waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking?"
Christy touches her face, "No, I recall a person I met on the way who is cute."
Noah stood up, took off his sweater and prepared to take a shower. He raised his head and said, "I thought you only liked robots."
It had to be said that after getting along with each other for a long time, they would have pretty good gut feelings.
Christy, on the other hand, had some curiosity towards Trevor, because she had a strange illusion through the robot's nod, as if Trevor were nodding at her with restraint.
This feeling was so subtle that she began to image his appearance in her mind.
She took her phone and typed in the words, Trevor Peck. Many pieces of information appeared in the search box. She looked for a moment and suddenly put her phone away.
What was she doing? Did she have nothing to do?
Trevor, who was far away in the garret, stared at the computer. The photo screen, with his name on it, paused for a while and shut off.
The little robot stood quietly at his feet, staring at him with its pair of gray gemstone eyes, as if it did not understand what he was doing.
Trevor looked at the computer screen motionlessly. Not long after, the phone screen was on again. This time, she was no longer typing his name, but clicking on the map search.
She started to work.
Trevor could not see her face, but he could guess that at this moment, she would have a cup of hot tea in her hand. Beside the hot tea was a notebook, and she held a pen in her hand. Her long black hair was wrapped around her head.
She would unconsciously bite her pen, frown slightly, and stare at the screen without blinking.
Trevor had dreamed of her twice. He was a shallow sleeper, and he rarely dreamed of people, because he hadn't gone out for a long time, unless someone came to see him.
They were separated by a thick curtain and couldn't see each other.
But he could hear them.
Because he had stayed in the small garret for a long time, his ears were sensitive. He could even tell what kind of person the other party was from the voice.
What he disliked the most was hearing human voices. Whether it was from a man or a woman, an adult or a child, he did not like it at all. In his childhood, he wore headphones all the time and could not hear anything all year round.
The quietest world was the purest.
He quietly looked at the computer screen. The phone was sliding on the map. There were three small words on the map, the GY Temple.
Not long after, the phone was off again, and the entire computer screen went black.
She never turned on her phone again.
Trevor quietly looked at the black computer screen, motionless, waiting for her to turn on her phone again.
This was the only connection between them.