Enchanted By His Charm

In that case, they lost the clue. As they finally figured out the meaning of the pattern, the man who held it was dead.

"Is there anyone who keeps a close relationship with him?" Jay asked since he remembered the man who committed suicide.

Carmen shook her head as she thought for a while Jay was lost in his thoughts after getting an answer from Carmen.

"But I heard that he is so weird," added Carmen suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"He killed people without shedding!" Carmen replied briefly since it was just hearsay. "It is said that he is different from Killer, who always kills people with his gun. But the man with this pattern could make those people who he hated commit suicide," Carmen continued.

Jay trembled slightly as he heard this. 'Commit suicide?' he wondered.

"Did that happen before?" asked Jay.

Carmen nodded and then said, "But their group disguised the fact. I heard that twenty years ago, some people committed suicide. And ten years ago, ten people committed suicide together. But now that it could be disguised, it means that this is related to this man."

Jay gave a start of astonishment as he heard the words, but soon he straightened his back since he was overwhelmed by rage. He was determined to find out the truth and to take sanction for those lawbreakers.

"Listen to me. Don't keep tracing on this matter. You are risking your life," Carmen said worriedly. However, Jay just clenched his teeth.

"I just got to know a small part of his matter. It is easy to tell that it must be a big gang. We are not clear on what kind of secret they hold. So please stop here!" Carmen persuaded him.

Jay stood up and then responded, "Well, I will report to my superior."

"Alva!" Carmen stopped him when Jay was going to leave.

Jay turned back and looked at her.

"Do you think I told you all this just because I want to save my life? You are wrong! I am doing this for your own good," Carmen spat out.

Jay kept silent and stared at her for a long while.

****

In Light Town.

It was raining worse than ever and was patterning against the window.

Irish drifted off into a fitful sleep by the raining sound.

She was running in her dream, trying to find out the person in the mist. A second ago, she saw Joseph stand before her, but he disappeared soon. Irish felt so flurried and kept finding him.

But soon, her Uncle Steven appeared in her dream. It seemed that she was in the hospital, and when she arrived there, her Aunt Marry was crying bitterly. Irish turned back when she saw that the doctor was covering her Uncle Steven's face with a white sheet. Seeing this, Irish was near the point of breakdown and wailed there.

But soon, she entered another dreamland. The little boy showed up again. He held her hands tightly, but when Irish looked up, trying to see his face clearly, she found that the light blurred his face. The footsteps of those baddies sounded. The little boy pushed her and said, "Go. Run away here!"

Irish was so frightened and looked back at him and found that the little boy was fighting there with those baddies. She was so scared that she started running forward. However, it was so dark that she couldn't see clearly the road ahead. Suddenly she hit someone and then was held by him.

Irish screamed in fright since she could clearly see the scar on the man's face under the dim moonlight. The man looked so malicious and told her she could never run away.

Irish gave a start of fright. She was still dazed, but it was not clear if she was awake. She saw Joseph again. Reaching out. Irish tried to catch him but failed every time.

She started to cry and called his name again and again.

Irish was awaking in tears, and the pillow was wet by her tears while her hair stuck to her cheeks. She felt a little uncomfortable because of the sticky feeling.

There was a crack between the thick curtain, and the light penetrated from it. The rain also stopped. It seemed that it was sunny outside. Irish was so exhausted as she woke up from the nightmare. Turning around, Irish found that she was lying there alone.

But the faint wooden fragrance still floated in the air. Irish was unsure if Joseph had come back last night or had just left in the early morning. Her throat was dry, and she could utter no word. Nevertheless, she could vaguely remember the dream. She had been looking for Joseph in her dream for almost the whole night. 'But who was the man with a scar?' Irish wondered silently.

She kept having the same dream many times and could even remember the details of the dream. It was so weird and didn't look like a virtual dream.

Perhaps Fredrick was right. Her mind must have had a secret, but she just couldn't remember it. However, she dared not to open Pandora's box out of her subconscious. More precisely, she dared not to do that because her cerebrum prevented her from doing that. Her phone rang abruptly when she was still lost in her thoughts, startling her suddenly. A few seconds later, she then got through the phone.

It was Daisy, and her cheerful voice passed from the other end of the phone. "Irish, we will take off an hour later. Pack up your luggage now. The plane is ready. Oh, Mr. Dover is still busy with his business, so just leave his luggage there."

Irish clenched the phone and asked, "Will he leave with us?"

"He didn't tell me if he would leave with us. He just told me to go back to New York with you," Daisy answered.

Irish was overwhelmed by frustration, and she stood there blankly as she hung up the phone. Joseph would not go back with her.

Somehow, Irish felt so perplexed but also felt uneasy.

There were not too many items she needed to pack up, but she was at a loss as to where to start first. And she even forgot that she could ask for help from the hotel butler.

She was absent-minded, and everything was a mess. Standing there, Irish was trembling slightly. She tried her best to calm down and put her clothes into the luggage box. When she was about to leave, she saw Joseph's cell phone, car key, and wallet on the desk. It seemed that he had come back last night since his coat was thrown casually on the couch with two cufflinks lying beside him.

Irish fell down and sat on the ground, staring at the cufflinks, which were a gift she had presented to him. It carried her deep love for him. But now Joseph was not going to leave with her. Was it because he was annoyed since she didn't give him an answer? Was he in such a hurry to get an answer from her?

Irish stared at the wallet with watery eyes. It was a small black wallet that reminded her of Daisy's words. "I saw him hold his private cell phone in his hand last night when I was going to send papers to him. What's more, he even put the wallet against his chest. I am so confused," Daisy's voice is still vivid in her mind.

But why did he put the wallet against his chest?