LOGINAmelia followed the gaze and looked over: "A feeling?""Yeah!" Jolie nodded, "I think I saw a big sister lying on the ground, not moving at all."Amelia was a bit surprised: "How did you see that?""Um... I just suddenly saw it." Jolie touched her little head, looking completely innocent.Amelia looked deeply at Jolie, then moved her steps toward the dilapidated building.The old building looked at least several decades old, with mottled walls, broken windows, and a pitch-black hallway filled with the smell of mold and urine.The stairs were wooden. Amelia took the lead, and every step she took was accompanied by the creaking of the stair boards, as if they might break at any moment."Jolie, which floor and which room did you see the big sister in?" Amelia held Jolie with one arm, walking through the darkness.Jolie stuck her head out and pointed to one of the rooms on the second floor: "Over there."Amelia followed her gaze and saw the room number: 205."Elijah, take Jolie to the pla
Amelia spoke gravely, "I know, but Braylon has to rely on this belief to keep going. At least for now, no bad news has reached his ears. No news is the best news.""Things are a bit chaotic in Toronto. If you want to investigate, you can try looking for clues in the slums," Carl said in a calm voice, taking a sip of tea. "But it will be difficult to find traces from more than a month ago.""If there are clues, we have to pursue them," Amelia glanced sideways at him. "No one can be certain until the very last moment."Carl met Amelia's gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "You really haven't changed at all.""This sense of conviction shouldn't be easily altered," Amelia said, as if recalling something, smiling at him. "Mr. Jenkins, why don't you invest in this restaurant? It would be a good way to help him out."Carl responded with a faint smile, "I was thinking the same thing. The message has already been sent, and someone will come by to talk to him soon.""You're very eff
"I searched for her in Toronto for a whole month. I went to every school and place she might have stayed, and even reported her missing to the police, but there was just no clue at all." The boss's voice was filled with despair. "I was running out of money, and in order to stay in Toronto to keep looking for her and to feed myself, I took over this small restaurant, hoping to run the business while asking around for news about her. But after all this time, there's still not a single word... I don't know if something happened to her... I'm really so worried about her."After saying this, the boss could no longer hold back and squatted down, sobbing uncontrollably. His cries were filled with a father's deep longing and helpless worry for his daughter, making anyone who heard it feel heartbroken and moved to tears.Amelia looked at the boss, who was squatting on the ground and crying, her eyes growing darker. She walked over and gently patted his shoulder. "You will find her. Don't be to
These words seemed to have triggered something in Jolie. Suddenly, she clutched her head as a wave of pain washed over her.Seeing this, Amelia quickly turned to her side and asked, "Jolie, what's wrong?""Sister... my head hurts so much." Jolie held her head, hugging it tightly, as if a silver needle had pierced into her: "It hurts, sister..."Without a moment's hesitation, Amelia took out a silver needle and precisely inserted it into Jolie's acupoint, causing her to faint.She held Jolie in her arms, placing one hand on her wrist, her brows furrowed. "Her pulse condition is normal, but judging by how she looked just now, she doesn't seem fine at all."Carl looked over and said, "She might have been triggered by something, maybe something we said or did reminded her of something, and a memory flooded into her mind.""That's possible." Amelia lowered her gaze. "Just now, when I mentioned changing her into new clothes, she started acting like this. Maybe there's a clue on her pink dre
After Amelia and the others walked in, the elderly man patiently explained to them, "In this first display case, you'll find a replica of a stone stele. Even I couldn't tell it was a copy at first glance, and even the experts were fooled the first time, thinking it was genuine...""Next to it is a black pottery eggshell bowl from the Volcano Culture. The craftsmanship is exquisite, as you can see for yourselves. This piece was donated by a private collector."The elderly man spoke with elegance, displaying a deep familiarity with various ancient civilizations. Each display case was marked as either a private donation or a legal acquisition."These artifacts..." Amelia asked, feigning admiration, "are all very reliable, aren't they?"The elderly man nodded with a smile. "Of course. We have the strictest artifact provenance verification system to ensure that every item in our collection complies with international conventions."Amelia's smile faded slightly. "But I see that most of the
Kellen looked at her, opened his mouth, but in the end only bowed his head in defeat, letting out a heavy and hopeless sigh.He knew that from the moment he received that phone call, the game he had orchestrated was already declared lost, and the cold-eyed, seemingly fragile Amelia before him would be his most formidable opponent.Kellen's sigh was like a boulder dropped into a deep pool, stirring silent ripples in the deathly quiet interrogation room.He waved his hand, signaling that no supervision was needed here. The person at the door quickly retreated, thoughtfully closing the door behind him—after all, some matters were above his pay grade.Amelia watched him quietly, without the posture of a victor, as if all this had long been within her expectations, simply waiting calmly."What do you want to talk about?" Kellen's voice was hoarse, thick with exhaustion."It's simple." Amelia pulled over a chair and sat down again, leaning forward slightly, her gaze sharp as a blade: "Where







