Chapter 121: Lies
It was three days later when Gabriel went for further questioning.

The hospital did not recommend that he be discharged so soon, but he didn't want to waste any more time there.

Every minute and every second, his heart felt like it was being burned by fire, and he couldn't sleep all night.

However, when he returned home exhausted, the mess on the ground forced him to recall Caroline's remains.

From the time she was born to the time she started to speak, every little bit of memory was like an inescapable rope, tightly wrapped around his neck. The more memories he had, the tighter the rope became.

After his breathing stopped for a minute, Gabriel gasped violently and walked out of the memory with difficulty. He leaned against the wall with Caroline's height engraved on it, covered his face with his hands and cried.

After crying his heart out, he used all his strength to muster up some strength and began to pack his things.

This took him most of the day.

Each item was a memory that kept tugging at him.

It was not until the evening that he put Caroline's room back 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 prepared to leave.

"Ok?"

His foot hit something under the bed.

He knelt down with great effort and picked up the thing.

"Grandpa, I'm an adult now, why did you give me the magic girl wand? Haha, although I like it very much. Thank you, Grandpa. Look, this is happy magic!"

He gently stroked the magic wand in his hand, which was a coming-of-age gift he gave to his granddaughter. The old man's memories of his children seemed to be more biased towards the scenes when they were young, so much so that he temporarily forgot that his granddaughter had unknowingly grown up and no longer needed any magical company.

Placing the magic wand gently on the bed, Gabriel left and locked the room.

The next day.

Gabriel managed to tidy up his appearance and tried to smile in front of the mirror several times, but when he saw his ugly expression, he gave up helplessly.

Look at the time. It's 8:30 in the morning. According to usual practice, the lady should still be at home.

When Gabriel went out, he glanced at the attic of the house diagonally opposite and saw a children's telescope standing there, with a child looking at something.

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 sympathy on her face: "Please accept my condolences. Caroline is a very good girl. God must like her very much."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jones," Gabriel deadpanned.

"Please come in. Is there anything you want to know?" Inviting Gabriel into the house, Mrs. Jones poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "To be honest, I was at work that morning, and I didn't hear anything at night. I told the police basically everything I can say, so I may not be able to help you."

Gabriel nodded slightly, not questioning this: "It's presumptuous, but I want to see your son."

"Ah? Do you mean what he might have seen? The police asked him a few days ago, but he didn't say anything." Mrs. Jones forced a smile, but she was actually not very willing to do so.

"Please, just let me talk to him for a few words, okay?" Gabriel pleaded.

Mrs. Jones was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "I'll go and ask him to come down, but he doesn't like to talk, don't mind."

"I'll be satisfied as long as he can see me." Gabriel nodded.

A moment later, there was a noise on the stairs.

Mrs. Jones came down, holding her son's hand.

It was a child who looked about ten years old, thin and weak, holding his mother's hand, half of his body hiding behind, his eyes were a little dull, not like a child's eyes. "This is Grandpa Leroy, you have seen him before, he even held you in his arms." Mrs. Jones touched the child's head and said softly.

Gabriel looked at him nervously, suppressed the urge to reach out, and slowly squatted 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? In addition to the blue car, I just came back at that time. Was there anyone following me? Or, did the person who came out of my house return to the car and did nothing?"

He spoke each word, gesturing with his hands, trying his best to describe the problem with simple words, and looked into the little boy's eyes with expectation.

Frank stared at Gabriel for a while, then suddenly, without warning, shook off his mother's hand, ran to the stairs, and went upstairs with a thump.

"Frank! I'm sorry, you know he's very shy." Mrs. Jones said helplessly.

Gabriel nodded woodenly and watched Frank's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs and never reappear.

".Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Jones, thank you for your help." He stood up with a lonely tone.

If there are no clues here, then he can only ask every house along the street. Although the police must have already asked everyone, he still wants to confirm it himself, or go directly to those notorious communities and search for a needle in a septic tank.

A few steps away from Mrs. Jones's house, Gabriel seemed to feel something in his heart, as if someone was calling him from behind, so he turned and looked up at the attic of Mrs. Jones's house and saw the little boy waving at him.

Gabriel waved to him with some doubt and trepidation.

Frank picked up a folded paper airplane from the side, blew a breath of hot air at the tip, and threw it out. The paper airplane spun lightly 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, and next to the car are two black people standing, one of whom has colorful hair.

He understood.

When he looked towards the attic again, the little boy had disappeared.

Gabriel solemnly put away the paper, bowed low towards Mrs. Jones's house, and turned back home.

The plumber lied.

Whatever his reasons were, and Gabriel didn't need much evidence, a drawing by a child was enough for him to take action.

After having a clear goal, his mind finally enjoyed a rare brief peace and tranquility.

At least that night, I could eat something and get a good night's sleep that wasn't filled with nightmares.

the next day.

in the afternoon.

He came to the vicinity of Abdul's company and called an old friend whom he had contacted yesterday. He asked him to claim that urgent repairs were needed and named Abdul as the repairman, saying that he had heard from his friend that Abdul had good skills.

After a while, a public car with promotional paper on it drove out of the Alloy Wrench Company.

Gabriel drove far behind them. He was not afraid of losing them because he knew his destination.

Arriving at the address of Gabriel's old friend, Abdul walked in carrying his tool bag.

Gabriel waited outside.

Until Abdul came out, he got in the car and left without stopping.

"What a hard-working young man."

He said this as if he was praising her, but his eyes became colder.

(End of this chapter)