Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 386
Chapter 386: Chapter 386: Little Girl
A very rough temporary contract was born.
Purple Summers put away the contract and said, “Let’s cut to the chase. The item has been sent for testing, which will take about 4-10 hours. According to the efficiency of the inspection department, the actual time is one to two working days, which means we only have two days to clear your name at most. Time is tight, so I hope you can find a place to hide. Otherwise, if the search team comes to arrest you, there’s nothing I can do.”
The sorceress cooperated and nodded, saying, “It doesn’t matter where I hide, as long as I don’t leave Peachwater Village.”
After she finished speaking, she waved to the young girl outside wearing a quilted jacket.
“This is my granddaughter, who has been unfortunate since she was a child. Please come and see her every now and then.” The sorceress said.
Purple Summers opened her eyes in surprise and asked, “Aren’t you going to take her with you? She’s still so young. What will she eat and drink when you’re gone? What if something happens?”
The sorceress smiled at her words and no longer insisted.
It was the little girl who kept staring at Purple Summers steadily, her eyes seemed to be speaking. But upon closer inspection, she found her gaze empty, not looking at anyone.
Purple Summers took the contract and left the sorceress’s residence.
She felt incredibly ironic. She had worked so hard to find clues, and now she had to overturn them herself. If she had known it would come to this… what was she doing in the first place!
Sigh!
Purple Summers returned to the hotel and briefly explained the situation to Jane McCain and Zara Jameson. She didn’t mention her deal with the sorceress, only saying there were still doubts and needed to return to Clearwater for investigation as soon as possible.
“The sorceress has been in Peachwater Village for twenty years, and she has been selling talisman paper like this for twenty years. She should know the dosage well and will definitely not cause any fatalities, as that would cut off her source of income. So there must be other causes of death that haven’t been found yet.” Purple Summers said.
Matters of life and death were, of course, much more important than sightseeing. After discussing, everyone decided to return early.
The original plan was to catch the afternoon train, and now that they were leaving half a day earlier, the difference wasn’t too big. They had already seen most of the sights anyway, so Jane McCain and Zara Jameson didn’t feel too regretful.
Ryan Wesley had no objections either, but before leaving, he excitedly bought the long knife he had seen at the market before and strutted around with it.
He was dumbfounded when he got to the train station and security wouldn’t let him through!
“This is a tourist souvenir!” Ryan Wesley yelled angrily.
The policewoman at the security checkpoint eyed him and said stiffly, “According to our country’s relevant laws and regulations, all types of living knives, bludgeons, and sharp objects, regardless of size, are not allowed in the station or on the train. Those considered controlled knives must be confiscated.”
Not only was Ryan Wesley’s knife not allowed on the train, but it was also confiscated. He was furious and immediately wanted to call his uncle.
But Zack Wallace didn’t have time to deal with him and didn’t answer the phone.
Jane McCain was laughing non-stop as she entered the station holding Zara Jameson’s arm.
In the midst of laughter, Purple Summers vaguely saw a familiar figure. Her steps stopped, and she turned her head to look.
At a glance, the train station was packed with people, making it impossible to see who was who.
“Purple, what’s wrong?” Jane McCain ran back and took her hand.
Purple Summers came back to her senses, “I think I just saw that little girl.”
Jane McCain asked, “Which little girl?”
“The one who served us water when we went to the sorceress’ place.”
Purple remembered the sorceress had said that the little girl was her granddaughter.
Upon hearing this, Jane McCain said, “Are you okay? That woman looked at least twenty. Why are you calling her a little girl?”
“What?…” Purple Summers was stunned, she was clearly an eight or nine- year-old girl.
