Chapter 388 Sending Inch Away


    My nerves were on edge, and at this moment, they reached their peak. I abruptly turned around, my


    face pale as I stared at Charlie. I was frozen in ce with my body feeling numb.


    He looked at me with an expression that revealed neither joy nor anger, scanning the room and


    then resting his gaze on the open cab I had been examining. He raised an eyebrow slightly and


    said, "You seem to like gold bars."


    I shook my head, realizing that I had been too nervous and had trespassed into someone''s private


    space without permission. It was indeed impolite. I quickly apologized, "I''m sorry, I identally


    walked in here. I didn''t take anything, really..."


    He curved his lips into a faint smile and said, "You can have anything you like here. Don''t be


    nervous. I''m not angry."


    I pursed my lips, but I could not shake off the eerie feeling. As I looked around the room, I asked,


    "Do you… sleep here?"


    He was quite frank and nodded, saying, "I can''t sleep well anywhere else. I find itfortable here."


    With that, he took out a red sandalwood box from the cab and handed me a rectangr small


    box from inside it, saying, "A New Year''s gift."


    I reached out and took it, casually ncing at the contents of the sandalwood box. There was a


    half-eaten piece of candy and a superhero mask. The mask looked somewhat familiar, but I could


    not recall where I had seen it before.


    Without thinking too much, I looked at the rectangr box in my hand and asked him, "What is it?"


    He smiled gently and said, "Open it and see."


    Out of curiosity, I opened the box, and inside was an exquisitely crafted dagger. It was only ten


    centimeters long, with a sharp de that gave the impression of being able to strike a fatal blow.


    I was bewildered and looked up at him, asking, "A dagger?"


    He nodded and exined, "I''ve been carrying this dagger with me for many years. It''s for self-


    defense and convenient to carry around. Keep it with you, and use it to protect yourself when


    needed."


    Receiving a dagger as a gift was a first for me. My tense mood rxed slightly. I looked up at him


    and said, "It''s the first time someone has given me a dagger. Thank you. But I haven''t had a chance


    to prepare a New Year''s gift for you."


    He smiled and brushed it off, saying, "You''ve already given me quite a few gifts."


    Knowing that he was being polite, I did not insist. I could not help but nce at the strange bedroom


    again, especially at the guns on the shelf. I asked, "Are these part of your collection, or..."


    He calmly replied, "Both."


    I nodded, feeling a lingering fear in my heart. I did not want to stay here any longer.


    I headed back up the stairs and returned to the cat''s house.


    It was getting dark outside, and the sky was overcast, hinting at the possibility of rain. I had been


    here for quite a while, and the recent incident left me feeling uneasy.


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    I said my goodbyes to Charlie and prepared to leave.


    Seeing that I was in a hurry to go, Charlie furrowed his brow slightly and suggested, "Why don''t you


    stay for dinner before heading back?"


    I shook my head and forced a smile, saying, "There’s a small family gathering tonight, and I need to


    go back to be with my mother."


    He did not insist and just asked Inch to drive me home.


    On the way back, I was lost in thought, and Inch noticed. He asked, "Ms. Scott, is something


    bothering you?"


    I shook my head out of habit and replied, "It''s nothing."


    While my emotions were in turmoil, my phone suddenly rang. It was Officer Jackson calling, and


    seeing his call somehow brought me a sense of relief. I answered the phone, saying, "Hello, Officer


    Jackson?"


    Officer Jackson''s voice came from the other end of the line, "Ms. Scott, do you have some time


    now? Can we meet in person?"


    I was somewhat surprised. At this time, outside was filled with the sound of firecrackers and


    fireworks lighting up the sky due to the festivities. Why would he want to meet me now?


    Hesitating, I asked, "Is there something important?"


    There was a pause on the other end of the line for a few seconds, then he said, "Yes, the photo of


    the person who killed Jack has been recovered by our technical department. It''s not suitable to


    discuss this over the phone. I''d like to meet in person."


    Hearing this, I did not think too much and replied, "Alright, please send me the address, and I''ll


    come over immediately."


    He agreed and hung up the phone.


    I did not know why, but I suddenly turned to Inch and asked, "Inch, how did you meet Mr. Yates?"


    Inch noticeably hesitated, looking at me, and asked, "Ms. Scott, why are you suddenly asking me


    this?"


    "Just curious."


    He smiled faintly and casually replied, "A few months ago, Mr. Yates got into an ident, and we


    happened to bump into each other."


    He brushed over the topic, and I did not press further, but an increasing sense of unease gnawed at


    me without a clear reason.


    As the car arrived in the bustling area, I suddenly said, "Please stop the car here. You should go


    back soon. Your mother is probably waiting for you to have dinner."


    Inch was puzzled by my decision to get out of the car before reaching home. He asked, "Is there


    something you want to buy, Ms. Scott? It''s not easy to find a taxi right now. I can wait for you to


    finish shopping and then take you home."


    I shook my head and looked at him, saying, "No need. You go back first. I''ll stroll around for a while,


    and I should be able to find a taxiter."


    He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, please take care of yourself."