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Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 12
One night, after I finished telling Zeke his bedtime story, I went to pull the covers over him as usual. Suddenly, his cold, little hand grasped mine.He looked at me, his eyes shining sharply in the dark, and whispered, "Mommy, I have a question.""What is it, sweetie?" I replied gently."The police and everyone else said the door's password was that bad guy's daughter's birthday," he muttered, a childlike confusion knitting his brows."But… before that, Daddy secretly told me on the phone not to be afraid, and that if I just remembered your birthday, the door would open… Why is that?"I could hear my pulse thundering in my eardrums.It felt as if the entire world had exploded in my ears, and all sound vanished. Time seemed frozen. The only thing I could hear was the frantic pounding of my own heart.Zeke's question was like a key that suddenly unlocked the truth I had long been too afraid to face. It turned out that Sam had told him the password was my birthday.I forced down
Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 11
The timer was ticking. Only 30 seconds left."Just give up, Sophia!" Officer Holt yelled into the radio. "We're preparing to breach! There might still be a chance!"A breach? The hidden chamber's structure was unique. Any violent attempt would collapse the entire room.I stared at the screen. Zeke's little face was already purple from suffocation, his tiny hands dangling hopelessly. My heart shattered.No, this couldn't be the end. I couldn't give up.I lunged to Matthew's body and pried his eyelids open. His pupils had begun to dilate. I shouted directly into his eyes, loud and clear, a name I had never spoken aloud before."Beatrice Walker!"That was his daughter's name. Ten years ago, as a young woman, she had jumped to her death from depression. I had stumbled across that information while researching Matthew previously.His eyeballs twitched ever so slightly. He reacted!I immediately turned back to the computers and yelled, "Sam, did the iris stress response pick it up?"
Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 10
Ten minutes later, the lobby of Grand Summit Residence fell into a silent tension.Mr. Cooper, Dr. Lynch, and the Riverson couple stood in the center, their faces as pale as chalk. Around them, armed SWAT officers were on high alert.The massive lobby screen was split into three frames.On the left, Zeke struggled to breathe in the hidden chamber of Unit 1204. In the center, Matthew was tied to a chair in my living room. On the right, a five-minute countdown clock glared in bright red.I didn't appear in person, but my voice echoed through the lobby like a judge's gavel. "Mr. Cooper, why did you give Ms. Miller half a million dollars?"He trembled but tried to keep his composure. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not even close to her!""Really? Then, how familiar are you with the Tri-Glaze Figurine in Professor Walker's study?" I asked."As far as I know, you spent 15 million at an overseas auction last month to buy it. Too bad, it was a fake. The real one is here,
Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 9
In the residents' group chat, everyone was waiting for the third hour to arrive. They expected Mrs. Robinson's secret to be exposed, but what came wasn't gossip but a video.In the video, Matthew was tied to a chair, his face pale as death. My voice echoed through the speakers, reaching every corner of the building."Dear neighbors, the sincerest apologies from me to you. Today's revelations are on hold because I've caught the mastermind who kidnapped my son. He's Professor Walker from Unit 1204."The message hit like an atomic bomb."No freaking way! How could Professor Walker be the kidnapper?""Sophia, have you lost your damn mind?"Almost immediately, a second video was released. It showed the inside of Matthew's apartment, captured by the cameras Sam had just hacked into.In the footage, a seemingly ordinary bookshelf in his study slowly slid open, revealing a hidden chamber.Inside, the room was filled with ancient coins, 16th-century paintings, and medieval statues—every
Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 8
"Where's Zeke?" I asked bluntly, my voice icy.Matthew calmly removed his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. "He's in a very safe place. If you cooperate, he'll be back with you in no time.""And how do I cooperate?""Simple," he said, putting his glasses back on. Behind the lenses, his eyes glinted with sharp intelligence."Lift the building lockdown, destroy everything you've collected today, and then announce to everyone that this was all just a misunderstanding.""And what about my son?""You'll reunite with him," he replied lightly. "The cops will bring him back. Everyone gets their happy endings."I sneered. "Professor Walker, do you take me for a kid? If I let you walk out of here today, tomorrow, my son and I could just magically disappear from this world."His expression darkened. "In case I wasn't clear, I'm giving you a chance, Sophia. Don't be ungrateful.""A chance?"I stepped closer, closing the distance. "You kidnapped my son, murdered Ms. Miller, and now you
Missing Child Case: I Put My Neighborhood on Trial Chapter 7
I made a move no one could've expected. I wrote another message in the group chat."@everyone, the game is paused. I need a helper at Unit 801 to operate the computer. In return, I'll immediately lift all restrictions in their apartment."The group exploded."Has she gone mad?""Who would dare go? What if she's just looking for a scapegoat?""This is definitely a trap."I didn't explain. I just waited quietly.I knew someone would come because the real culprit would want to know more than anyone else what evidence I had. They needed a way to get close to me, to figure out their next move, or even seal my lips for good.Three minutes later, the doorbell rang. I peered through the peephole and froze. Standing there was someone I never expected—Professor Matthew Walker from Unit 1204.He was a man in his 60s, hair streaked with gray, wearing gold-rimmed glasses—a retired professor from a local university, deeply respected by the neighbors.He had been the first to call for every
