It was not the first time that Blithe had questioned him.
He looked at Stanford.
“It seems like he really doesn't know where Lindsay had gone.”
Michael was so fearful and timid. He would have said so long ago if he knew where Lindsay had gone.
“Don't worry, and I won't let her out of City B,” All public transportation was implementing the real-name
system. Blithe would know once Lindsay had a record of purchasing a ticket.
He also sent people to spy on railroad stations, high-speed rail stations, and airports.
Stanford remained silent and thought within about where Lindsay could go.
Lindsay was a stranger from another city, and she had no family in City B. Atwood was the only one
who had a good relationship with her.
Without any reliance and help, she could not run out of City B. Even if she could escape, she could
only hide in a secret place.
“Mr. Donald, it's your people let go of the prisoner, so you should take responsibility,” Stanford said.
Blithe realized that justice was not on his side and said, “This person will get punished for letting go of a
prisoner. It's my responsibility, and I have never wanted to pass the buck.”
“I don't mean to blame Blithe, but I want to ask for a few people from you to help me,” Stanford just said
that on purpose because he wanted to ask for people from Blithe.
Blithe looked at him, “You have a clue?”
“I'm just guessing where she might be, but I don't have that many people to help me.”
Blithe thought for a moment, “I'll assign three people at most to help you.”
The prisoner had escaped with the help of his people, so he had to take responsibility. It was his duty to
look for the prisoner. It would be helpful to Wu if Stanford could find the prisoner. However, there were
not many people he could assign. Besides that, he had assigned people to look for the prisoner and
guard the traffic stations, so the number of people he could transfer was lesser.
Stanford nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Donald.”
Stanford also had trained a few skilled bodyguards. There were about ten persons with the people
assigned by Blithe, and it was enough for him to look for Lindsay.
“Don't say that I didn't warn you. You can't torture Lindsay by private punishment if you found her, and
you must send her back to me,” Officer Miller was a disciplined person, and he would do according to
the law if someone broke the law. He did not allow Stanford to torture Lindsay because Stanford had no
right to do it. It was a crime if he had tortured her privately.
Stanford said, “Of course.”
He did not dare to guarantee Lindsay would die or be alive before sending her back to Blithe. If she did
not cooperate and accidentally injured to death in the process of looking for her, it was not his
business.
Both of them were satisfied with the conversation. Stanford left first and planned some things to look for
Lindsay. Blithe put Michael in the room. It was impossible to get Lindsay's news from Michael.
Lindsay hid in the most marginal area of the city after escaping from the hospital. The place was full of
foreign residents.
There were many people and chaos.
It was not easy to escape from the hospital this time. Lindsay had completed her plan step by step. She
seduced Michael to have sex with him, pretended to be pregnant, enchanted him to apply for consent
for her to execute a sentence outside of jail because of illness.
She would not have escaped so quickly at first since she had not planned a route yet. However, she
had to go to a sudden bodycheck. She was not pregnant at all, and she would give herself away after
the bodychecking, so she had to escape from the hospital. She got a hundred and twenty dollars in the
hospital these few days. Although it was not much, she could find a place to stay with this money.
She could not stay in a hotel without an ID card, and even if she had the ID card, she did not dare to
stay in a hotel. So she stayed in a built-up rented room.
The room was spartan, and she could keep herself from the rain and wind in the room at least. There
was a bed built up of wooden boards in the room with a quilt on the top of it. Lindsay could barely see
the original colour of the quilt.
“The last tenant was a bachelor,” the landlord held the key in her hand and shook it casually, “There's
nothing in the room. You need to buy yourself whatever you want.”
“How much is the rent?” Lindsay was concerned about the money. She did not have much money, so
she had to spend it in a planned way.
“The monthly rental is twenty-four dollars,” the landlord was a middle-aged, plump woman. She had
curly hair, wore a heavy gold chain around her neck, and had gold jewellery in her ears, wrists, and
fingers. She dressed like an upstart.
“The room is old and shabby. Make the rental a little cheaper,” Lindsay tried to bargain. The rental of
twenty-four dollars was too expensive for such a shabby and small room that she could only have a
bed and a chair in the room.
“Twenty dollars. It can't be any less,” the landlord said with some impatience.
Lindsay took the only one hundred and twenty dollars she had, and she gnashed her teeth and paid
twenty dollars to the landlord, “I rented it. Here you go.”
The landlord took the money, “You can clean up after yourself.”
Lindsay clutched the remaining hundred dollars in her hand and looked at the room with the unpleasant
smell. She overcame the psychological disgust to walk into the room.
She shook the quilt to see if it still could be used. The last tenant must have been a poor hygiene
person, and the quilt had an unpleasant smell.
She definitely could not fall asleep in this room.
She threw the quilt out. There was no window in the room, so she opened the door to let in some fresh
air, and she went out to buy food. Since there was nothing in the room, she was not afraid of someone
stealing.
The concrete road had an uneven surface. The road was wet and dirty, and it had potholes.
There was a restaurant that was selling stir-fry food such as stir-fried noodles and such on the corner.
Lindsay walked over to the restaurant and bought a pack of stir-fried noodles.
When she was ready to go back to the room, she met the landlord who had just leased the room to her.
The landlord was not alone there, and two women about her age followed her. However, the two
women were much slimmer than the landlord. They were in a black pantyhose skirt and a low-cut shirt,
and they wore powder on their faces and rouged lips.
Lindsay walked to the side and did not take the initiative to greet the landlord. She lowered her head,
and her messy hair covered most of her face.
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