Chapter 691


    Cordelia’s heart stopped as she wrapped an arm around Trinity’s shoulder. Zephyr followed the police


    officer to the first floor underground. Cordelia and Trinity followed them slowly. Their feet felt as if they


    were made of lead, and each step was immensely heavy. The police officer sighed and told Zephyr,


    “You should do it. The pregnant woman shouldn’t go in.” Zephyr nodded and turned to Cordelia. “Wait


    here. I’ll be out soon.” Trinity’s eyes dimmed as she stayed close behind him. They arrived at the


    basement going down the stairs. It was a dim and narrow space. The police officer unlocked the door,


    and the man lying inside was covered with a white cloth. The fluorescent light that illuminated the


    space was bone-chilling. Trinity stayed by the door, unable to take a step forward as if she was sucked


    dry of her energy. The police officer raised a hand to gesture. “Mr. Hamerton, please identify him.”


    Zephyr pushed himself and slowly made his way to the corpse. With shaky hands, he flipped the white


    cloth on the man’s face open… It was not Fredric! His heart thumped violently like something had


    hammered it. His limbs felt weak, and chills ran down his spine. He heaved a long sigh of relief after an


    extended moment. The corner of his lips twitched. It felt like he had just escaped a disaster. He slowly


    uttered, “It’s not him.” The police officer nodded and ushered him out. “My friend…” “Don’t worry, Mr.


    Hamerton.” The police officer was courteous. “We’ll deploy sufficient manpower to search for him!”


    Trinity slumped on the floor against the wall. She panted, breaking out in tears. Zephyr went over to her


    and patted her shoulder. “I’ll get someone to send you back for some rest,” he said. “Trust me, Fredric


    will be fine.” “But it’s been so long, and there’s no news about him!” Trinity bit her lips. The longer it


    dragged on, the slimmer their chances were. Zephyr sighed, and his gaze dimmed even more Books


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    Yeah, given Fredric’s quick wit and adaptability, he would have figured out a way to contact them even


    without his phone and passport—unless he had lost the ability to do that. Zephyr’s fists tightened. He


    dared not think further. In a dim house where even the air smelled musty… Fredric slowly regained


    consciousness. He felt like he was being grilled on fire as his whole body ached with every subtle


    movement. He was thirsty, and his throat burned when something cool touched his forehead. Groggily,


    he thought that it was raining and instinctively opened his mouth to drink some rainwater—only to hear


    a sweet voice ringing next to his ear. “Are you thirsty?” Fredric did his best to open his eyes, but he was


    groggy and disoriented. “Your temperature hasn’t dropped.” The girl was speaking Chaisene. “You’ve


    been having a fever for three days. Your wound isn’t infected, is it?” Fredric moved his lips to speak,


    but a spoonful of water suddenly gushed in, making him choke. “Oh, sorry!” The girl frantically wiped


    him with a towel. The coughing fit actually woke him up significantly. Fredric slowly opened his eyes.


    The girl before him was fair with a tall nose and chestnut wavy hair, a typical foreigner. However, her


    beautiful big eyes looked simr to his and his countrymen. Fredric paused before he wanted to sit up,


    only to feel a wave of excruciating pain from his lower abdomen. “Don’t move!” The girl stopped him. “I


    finally stopped your bleeding. If you move and your wound reopens, you’ll die here!” “This…” Fredric’s


    throat was raw as he forced the words out. “Where’s this?” “This is where I live!” The girl smiled.


    Fredric did his best to adjust his eyes to the darkness. He could see that this was a basement where all


    four walls did not even have a window. The cramped space could only fit a bed and a few simple


    pieces of furniture. The pots and pans were scattered on the floor, and there was no closet. There was


    only a simple rack where the clothes on it were colorful and captivating. Fredric could not believe that


    this was where a young girl lived. The girl shook her head when she saw that he wanted to sit up, and it


    was no use despite her repeated advice against it, so she picked up a rtively clean cushion to put it


    behind him.