Chapter: 3107
"Did you feel it? The beauty of life." Wendell said to Tracy seriously.
Tracy listened to the baby crying mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and her expression was obviously touched.
Her face has been scrubbed and looks very clean.
After a few seconds, Tracy came back to her senses, nodded to Wendell, and said again: "Thank you."
This time, she was no longer so dull, sluggish, and autistic.
Wendell secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed him to the police station, and recorded a statement.
After finishing what he was supposed to do, Wendell walked to the side of the street, preparing to return to the "Iris" Hotel in a rented carriage.
However, in this precarious night, there was no pedestrian or carriage on the road at all.
"This is the downside of the small town, it's not convenient enough." Wendell whispered, opened the umbrella he brought when he went out, identified the direction, and returned to the "Iris" hotel the same way.
As a former "magistrate", he has the ability to remember the route he has traveled in a mystical sense, and he is not worried about getting lost in a strange small town at all.
At this time, the torrential rain was much lighter, but the strong wind was still raging. They blew by in waves, carrying rainwater, and slapped Wendell's body obliquely.
This made Wendell couldn't help but raise his right hand and put it between his chest and abdomen.
The confidential document is hidden inside the clothes in that position.
��Wendell kept the file next to him even when he was sleeping, so as not to separate it from himself. For this reason, he has developed a habit. As long as he has a corresponding self-reminder in advance, he will not turn over after falling asleep.
Utopia is a small town. Wendell saw the "Iris" hotel after walking for about a quarter of an hour. At this time, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong wind.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document would be soaked in water and appear damaged.
Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules when performing tasks, but facing such a lady, how can I not help? This is the cultivation that a gentleman should have... Wendell was slightly annoyed, but he didn't regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and put it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document has obvious signs of infiltration, and several places seem to be broken if touched with a little force.
Wendell immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to raise the temperature of the room and speed up the drying of the sealed file bag.
While waiting, he found that there was no sense of quiet in the middle of the night. It seemed that the previous screams and the police's visit woke up the residents here and nearby residents, but they had not fallen back to sleep.
The howling wind weakened a lot, and Wendell heard the cries of children, the quarrel of husband and wife, the sound of a violin sawing wood, intermittent sobbing, and the sound of footsteps walking back and forth upstairs in the dripping rain. And the discussion voice that sometimes suppresses the voice and sometimes forgets to control it.
He didn't feel nostalgic for this scene full of life, but felt that they were noisy, which made him unable to calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal added.
Wendell relaxed a little, and asked casually, "Do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"
The thin waiter shook his head: "I don't know."
He then added: "I heard that she is indeed a local, but I have been living on a plantation outside the city until this year."
"What do you know about her?" Wendell subconsciously asked.
"She will come to our hotel three to five times a month, and the man who died." The waiter suddenly sighed, "She is not happy at all."
Wendell was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away, and sat back at the table. JrNovels.com
Tracy listened to the baby crying mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and her expression was obviously touched.
Her face has been scrubbed and looks very clean.
After a few seconds, Tracy came back to her senses, nodded to Wendell, and said again: "Thank you."
This time, she was no longer so dull, sluggish, and autistic.
Wendell secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed him to the police station, and recorded a statement.
After finishing what he was supposed to do, Wendell walked to the side of the street, preparing to return to the "Iris" Hotel in a rented carriage.
However, in this precarious night, there was no pedestrian or carriage on the road at all.
"This is the downside of the small town, it's not convenient enough." Wendell whispered, opened the umbrella he brought when he went out, identified the direction, and returned to the "Iris" hotel the same way.
As a former "magistrate", he has the ability to remember the route he has traveled in a mystical sense, and he is not worried about getting lost in a strange small town at all.
At this time, the torrential rain was much lighter, but the strong wind was still raging. They blew by in waves, carrying rainwater, and slapped Wendell's body obliquely.
This made Wendell couldn't help but raise his right hand and put it between his chest and abdomen.
The confidential document is hidden inside the clothes in that position.
��Wendell kept the file next to him even when he was sleeping, so as not to separate it from himself. For this reason, he has developed a habit. As long as he has a corresponding self-reminder in advance, he will not turn over after falling asleep.
Utopia is a small town. Wendell saw the "Iris" hotel after walking for about a quarter of an hour. At this time, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong wind.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document would be soaked in water and appear damaged.
Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules when performing tasks, but facing such a lady, how can I not help? This is the cultivation that a gentleman should have... Wendell was slightly annoyed, but he didn't regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and put it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document has obvious signs of infiltration, and several places seem to be broken if touched with a little force.
Wendell immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to raise the temperature of the room and speed up the drying of the sealed file bag.
While waiting, he found that there was no sense of quiet in the middle of the night. It seemed that the previous screams and the police's visit woke up the residents here and nearby residents, but they had not fallen back to sleep.
The howling wind weakened a lot, and Wendell heard the cries of children, the quarrel of husband and wife, the sound of a violin sawing wood, intermittent sobbing, and the sound of footsteps walking back and forth upstairs in the dripping rain. And the discussion voice that sometimes suppresses the voice and sometimes forgets to control it.
He didn't feel nostalgic for this scene full of life, but felt that they were noisy, which made him unable to calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal added.
Wendell relaxed a little, and asked casually, "Do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"
The thin waiter shook his head: "I don't know."
He then added: "I heard that she is indeed a local, but I have been living on a plantation outside the city until this year."
"What do you know about her?" Wendell subconsciously asked.
"She will come to our hotel three to five times a month, and the man who died." The waiter suddenly sighed, "She is not happy at all."
Wendell was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away, and sat back at the table. JrNovels.com
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