Matthew, who had gotten off the lift, was walking towards his car when a car drove in from the entrance
and parked next to his car.
The person inside the car pushed open the door and came down, walking towards him, “Where are you
going?”
Boyce asked.
In fact, Matthew was thinking of looking for him but he did not say so. Instead, he looked at him quietly,
as if he was waiting for him to say something.
It was as if Matthew was waiting for him to confess, or as if Matthew was waiting for him to tell how
much he had found out about Maria’s death.
Boyce did not know what was wrong with him. His heart was inexplicably weak. He did not seem to
have done anything bad, right?
However, Boyce did not dare to look at him.
Boyce did not confess to him that he had accompanied Dolores to go out. Dolores looked for him,
meaning that she trusted him. Without Dolores’ permission, he could not tell him.
He lowered his head and looked at the ground. There was a small stone. He stepped on it with his foot,
playing it under his foot, “I come to tell you that I have found out the person who murdered Maria, but I
didn’t touch her, what shall I do now?”
Matthew spoke in a light tone, “You’ve done something wrong?”
“Huh?” Boyce looked up blankly, “I... what did I do?”
He, what did he find out?
Matthew laughed lightly, “Look at you, your face is pale, I’m just kidding, why are you so agitated?”
Boyce touched his nose, “I’m not agitated, I just think that what you said is inexplicable.”
Matthew laughed but did not say anything. He walked towards the car, “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Boyce was once again at a loss.
“You have found a clue, don’t you keep investigating?” He pressed the unlock button. The unlock light
of the car flashed. He opened the door and got into the car. Boyce quickly got on to the passenger
seat.
“If we arrest someone rashly, will we alert the enemy?” Boyce was worried, being able to ask the
person in the jail to commit a crime was not something ordinary people could do.
Matthew looked at him, “If you don’t alert the enemy, will she come out?”
Boyce thought about it, “I’ll ask someone to get the woman out.”
“The murderer is a woman?” Matthew frowned.
Boyce nodded, “We are too open, we failed to interrogate and the person was killed.”
Boyce had done a lot of things all those years. Although he did not get promoted much, he had trained
many people under him.
Matthew did not say anything. It seemed to be tacit approval.
Boyce took out his mobile phone and made a call. He instructed the person in the call and finally said,
“As soon as possible. I will be there soon.”
He hung up the phone after he heard a response from another side.
He leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look, “Did you really drink too much yesterday?”
Testing him?
Matthew turned his head to look at him and gave him an ambiguous answer, “What do you think?”
Boyce was speechless.
“I almost die because of you and Dolores.” Boyce was not stupid. Matthew did not seem like he did not
know anything judging from his reaction.
“That’s right, you’re just drunk, not a pig, can’t become stupid.” Boyce deliberately insinuated. He was
in a difficult position.
He could not say the truth and had to suffer Matthew’s enigma.
Did he think he was a monkey and played with him?
Who had he provoked?
“As you get older, your tolerance gets lesser.” At this moment, the car stopped and Matthew got down,
followed by Boyce.
They were at the back door of the jail of City B. The big iron door was high and wide. On the right side,
there was a small door which was opened. Usually, the main door was not opened. They went in and
went out through the small door only. Boyce walked in front to lead the way. Matthew believed in his
working capability.
Boyce was familiar with the situation inside. He said to the guard at the door, “I’m here to investigate on
a prisoner.”
The guard knew what Boyce’s identity was as he went there occasionally, he did not ask too many
extra questions.
Matthew walked beside him and looked at him, “Boyce, please find a woman.”
...
Boyce suddenly stopped walking and looked at Matthew.
“You ... what did you say? No, I mean what do you mean by that?” He did not know why he felt
uncomfortable when he heard that.
Matthew did not stop walking. He continued to stride.
Hey.
Boyce quickly followed him and stopped him, “Tell me, what do you mean?”
Matthew frowned and looked at Boyce who was impatient, “Look at your nervous look, is it similar to
menopause?”
Boyce was speechless.
Matthew walked past Boyce and walked far away. Boyce was still standing in the original place.
Matthew stopped walking and looked at Boyce, “Are you going to stand there all the time?”
Boyce coughed lightly and walked briskly. He had calmed down considerably, “I become like this all
because of you and Dolores.”
Dolores knew very well that he was Matthew’s buddy, yet she still told him everything.
The worst part was that he knew everything but could not say anything.
He was serious now and said, “However, she really treats you very well. She is considerate towards
you. She went and looked for Charles because of you.”
This was so obvious that even if he did not say anything, Matthew did know it.
Matthew gently closed his eyes, hiding the strange emotions that poured out from underneath his eyes
for a moment.
When Dolores was close to Victoria but refused to confess, he knew that most of it had to do with him.
He did not want to probe into it.
This time, Charles appeared and he confirmed it.
Victoria -- was a knot that he had been holding on to for over twenty years. It was like a thorn in his
heart.
But for now…
He knew, but he did not want to face the truth.
He did not know how to face the contradictions and complexities within him.
No words could describe his feelings. It was painful. It was a wound that was difficult to tell.
That night, the water that fell on Dolores’ face was a sadness that he could not say.
Boyce seemed to be mentally mulling over Matthew’s words. He suddenly said, “You introduce me a
girlfriend, okay?”
At his age, it seemed abnormal that he did not even have a girlfriend.
Matthew looked at him askance, “I thought you like me.”
Huh?
Boyce blinked. After regaining his consciousness, he glared at him fiercely, “You’re the one who likes
men.”
He was normal!
A pure man!
At this time, someone came over and whispered, “You’re having a private interrogation, there’s not
much time, so hurry up, the person is inside.”
It was his lounge. He said he had something to ask the woman so he asked them to bring her there.
Boyce said he knew it.
He stood at the door, “I’ll keep watch here, you guys go in, don’t make a whole lot of noise.”
He was afraid of being overheard by others.
Boyce agreed and then pushed the door open.
There were night shifts in the prison. This room was where the guards used to rest when they were
tired after their night shifts.
The room was not very big but it was clean, with a single bed lying against the wall. There was a table
at the head of the bed, with a thermos flask on it. The woman was sitting on the edge of the bed with
her hair loose and wearing a blue striped prison uniform. She lowered her head. She seemed to hear
the door open before she lifted her head.
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