Chapter 800
Perhaps because this beach was well-preserved and few people came here, Crystal was able to
quickly gather arge pile of beautiful seashells. She was wearing a T-shirt that belonged to Harold,
which she used to scoop up the shells by tucking the hem into a makeshift pouch. When she saw
Harold approach, she eagerly showed off her treasure while eximing. "Ta-da! Look!"
Harold looked down at the coconut juice in her hand, but Crystal didn''t take it. She simply sat on the
beach, took a sip of it from his hand, picked up a shell, and asked, "Do you know this?"
"It’s a rare-spined murex," Harold said. "The one next to it is a pearl oyster."
Crystal''s eyes sparkled. "You even know the seashells."
Harold said, "Just a little bit."
Crystal remembered thest time this person talked to her about astrology, and he had said that he
only knew a little bit about it. She made a face and replied, "I only know one."
She picked up her favorite one and said, "This is a sea snail, isn’t it?"
"Yes."
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In the face of the sea breeze, Larry saw the two of them talking together. He thought they were talking
about something, so he pricked up his ears and learned that Harold was teaching Crystal how to
appreciate the shells. Harold''s posture made Larry see the scene in which Harold taught his daughter
how to read in advance.
As expected, Harold''s "just a little bit" referred to him recognizing all the seashell species that Crystal
had picked up. He even sorted out a few m and oyster shells from the pile, because they tend to be
quite smelly and not very visually appealing.
At noon, they had a famous seafood feast. In the afternoon, Larry was going to surf. Crystal was very
worried that he would drown in the sea, so she waited to call for an ambnce. Harold was speechless
about this.
Sometimes, he felt that Crystal''s understanding of something would be a little different from that of
ordinary people. For example, she knew that Larry was known for his good surfing skills, but she was
still worried about him drowning. This was her unique concern.
It seemed that in the eyes of this little girl, death was the most terrible thing. Everything else could be
slowly ovee.
The telephone rang. Harold picked up his phone and walked far away before he picked up the call. It
was from Luke. He was a little short of breath as he said, "Sir... something happened!"
"What''s wrong?"
"Leo..." Luke took a deep breath and said: "He''s dead. Furthermore, he was killed by a single strike of
someone''s knife. It was a neat and tidy action. I have just received the news and have already sent
someone to investigate it."
Harold was slightly taken aback.
Leo had already disclosed all the information he knew, and he no longer had any use value. So why did
he end up dead? Moreover, with Leo''s skills, even if he had been inactive for these years, it would not
have been so easy for someone to simply end his life with a single blow.
"Are you sure you killed him with one strike?"
"I''m sure." Luke''s voice was very deep. "That''s why I find it strange... If he was shot, I wouldn''t have
any doubts. But he was stabbed in the back of his heart with a dagger. Such a way showed that Leo
definitely knew the murderer and didn''t guard against him."
There were only two possibilities that could make someone like Leo drop their guard and not take
precautions. Either the person was someone very, very close to him, who he trusted enough to expose
his back, or the person was so weak that he didn''t even consider that person as a threat and therefore
saw no need for defenses.
Harold felt that the whole thing was weird.
Leo was sent to a small city. He had already disclosed what he should say and what he shouldn''t.
There was still someone who spent a lot of effort to kill him. Did this mean that...
Was it possible that Leo was hiding an even deeper secret?