Chapter 121 11: Lies (11th update)
When Gabriel went to accept further questioning, it was already three days later.
The hospital did not recommend that he be discharged so soon, but he no longer wanted to waste time there.
Every minute and every second, his heart was like a burning fire, and he couldn't sleep all night.
However, when he returned home exhausted, the mess everywhere forced him to recall Caroline's remains.
From her birth to her babbling, bit by bit, memories are like an inescapable rope, tightly wrapped around his neck. The more memories there are, the tighter the rope becomes.
A minute after his breathing stopped, Gabriel gasped violently, struggled to walk out of his memory, leaned against the wall engraved with Caroline's height, covered his face with his hands and cried.
After crying and venting his pain, he tried his best to cheer up and began to sort out the things.
This took him most of the day.
Every item is a memory that keeps pulling at him.
It wasn't until night that he returned Caroline's room to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.
After sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time, he slowly stood up and planned to leave.
“Huh?”
His feet touched something under the bed.
He lay down with difficulty and picked out the thing.
"Grandpa, I'm an adult, why did you still give me the magic girl wand? Haha, I like it very much. Thank you, grandpa. Look, this is happy magic!"
He caressed the wand in his hand. The magic wand was a coming-of-age gift he gave to his granddaughter. The old man's memory of children seemed to prefer the scenes when they were not grown up, so that he temporarily forgot that his granddaughter had grown up unconsciously and no longer needed any magic. Accompanied.
Putting the magic wand lightly on the bed, Gabrielle left and locked the room.
The next day.
Gabriel managed to tidy up his appearance, and after trying to smile a few times in the mirror, looking at the always ugly expression, he had no choice but to give up.
Look at the time, it's half past eight in the morning. According to usual habits, the lady should still be at home.
Going out, Gabriel glanced at the attic of the house diagonally opposite. He could see a children's telescope standing there, and a child who didn't know what he was looking at.
Ding dong.
"Excuse me, who are you? Ah, it's Leroy"
The woman inside opened the door and looked at the white-haired Gabriel with a look of sympathy on her face: "Please forgive me. , Caroline is a very good girl, God will definitely like her very much.”
"Thank you, Mrs. Jones." Gabriel said expressionlessly.
"Please come in, is there anything you want to know?" Inviting Gabrielle into the room, Mrs. Jones poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee, "To be honest, I was at work that morning. I didn’t hear anything at night. I basically told the police what I could say, so it may not be of much help to you.”
Gabriel nodded lightly and did not question this: “Although it is very presumptuous. But I want to see your son."
"What did he say he might have seen? The police asked him a few days ago and he didn't say anything." Mrs. Jones forced a smile, but she didn't. Reluctantly.
"Please, just let me have a word with him, okay?" Gabriel begged.
Mrs. Jones was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "I'll ask him to come down, but he doesn't like to talk. Don't mind."
"I'm satisfied if he can see me." Gabriel nod.
After a while, there was a noise on the stairs.
Mrs. Jones walked down holding her son.
It was a child who looked about ten years old, thin and frail, holding his mother's hand, half of his body hiding behind, his eyes were a little dull, not like the eyes of a child. "This is Grandpa Leroy. You have met him before, and he even hugged you." Mrs. Jones touched the child's head and said softly.
Gabriel looked at him nervously, suppressed the urge to reach out, and slowly squatted down in front of him: "Frank, I need your help, four days ago, around 10:30 in the morning. , did you see anything near my house? Apart from the blue car, was there anyone following me when I came back? Or, did the person who came out of my house go back to the car? Didn't you do anything? "
He tried his best to describe the problem in simple words, word for word, and gestures with his hands, and looked into the little boy's eyes expectantly.
Frank stared at Gabriel for a while, then suddenly threw away his mother's hand without warning, ran towards the stairs, and went upstairs with a thud.
"Frank! Sorry, you know, he is very afraid of strangers." Mrs. Jones said helplessly.
Gabriel nodded dumbly and watched Frank's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, never to appear again.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Jones, thank you for your help." He stood up with a lonely tone.
If there were no clues here, then he could only ask every house on the street. Although the police must have asked, he still wanted to confirm it himself, or go directly to those notorious communities, so Septic tank needle hunting.
After a few steps away from Mrs. Jones' house, Gabriel seemed to feel something in his heart. He felt that someone was calling him from behind, so he turned around and looked up at the attic of Mrs. Jones' house, and saw the little boy waving to him.
Gabriel also waved to him with a little doubt and anxiety.
Frank picked up a folded paper airplane from the side, blew a breath of hot air towards the tip, and then threw it outward. The paper airplane circled lightly for a few times and landed on the lawn below.
Gabriel walked over, picked it up, spread it out, and saw a picture drawn with a marker.
There is a blue car in the center of the painting. Next to the car are two black people, one of whom has colorful hair.
He understood.
When he looked at the attic again, the little boy had disappeared.
Gabriel solemnly put away the paper, bowed deeply toward Mrs. Jones's house, and turned to go home.
The plumber lied.
Whatever his reasons were, and Gabriel didn't need much evidence, a child's drawing was enough for him to take action.
After having a clear goal, his state of mind finally experienced a rare moment of peace and calm.
At least I could eat something that night and get a sleep that wasn't all nightmares.
the next day.
Afternoon.
He came to the vicinity of Abdul's company and called an old friend whom he had contacted yesterday, asking him to claim that urgent repairs were needed and named Abdul as the maintenance man to express that he I heard from a friend that his craftsmanship is good.
After a while, a public car with promotional paper on it drove out from the Alloy Wrench Company.
Gabriel drove to follow from a distance. He was not afraid of losing him because he knew the destination.
After arriving at the address of Gabriel's old friend, Abdul walked in carrying a tool bag.
Gabriel waited slowly outside.
Until Abdul came out, he got in the car and left without stopping at all.
"What a hard-working young man."
He said this as if he was praising him, but his eyes became colder and colder.
(End of this chapter)