NovelEnglishHe looked at Fair, "Why did you cback? Aren't you in cahoots with them? | escaped with great difficulty. What, do you want to
report my whereabouts again?"
Fair's eyes instantly turned red, and crystalline tears flowed down.
She cried, "lI know you don't believe me. | really just care about you. | thought you were still in the warehouse. | wanted to come
back and save you."
"Con, what can you do? Can you save me?" Anderson snorted disdainfully.
"You said you made an excuse to go to the bathroom halfway and ran away? Do you think I'll believe that? Didn't they look for you?
How did you get back to the warehouse? Just by remembering the landmarks along the way, did you walk back on your own? Can
you find a more credible excuse?"
"I told the truth." Fair wiped away her tears. "I found a pickup truck carrying a load of lumber. | climbed onto the truck and hid.
They didn't find me. | rode with the truck along the way and got off near the warehouse. | walked the rest of the way, it tooka
day."
Anderson looked at her half believing and half doubting.
Indeed, Fair looked a bit disheveled, her delicate little face dirty. Her clothes and pants were torn in several places, especially her
pants, with traces of blood.
Anderson asked, "What's wrong with your leg?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFair rolled up her pant leg, "Scratched by bushes, it's okay, the bleeding has stopped."
Anderson was a little more convinced, "Wash your face and hands, really dirty."
"Oh." Fair obediently walked over to the sink and faucet in the boiler room.
In the past few days, alone here, she had no tto wash up. Now that Anderson was finally here, she rested assured, washed her
face and hands, and washed her hair while she was at it.
Tidied up cleanly, Fair sat down on the straw.
She saw Anderson holding a very small machine and operating it with a needle.
Curiously she asked, "What's that?"
"Mini computer." Anderson explained, "Unfortunately there's no signal. | searched just now, the signal here is also blocked. There's
no internal network to operate, | can't do anything."
Anderson couldn't help but regret the loss of his mini phone.
Otherwise, as long as they got to an area with a signal, they would be saved.
"Do you have a phone?" Anderson asked.
Fair shook her head.
"What's your plan? What should we do next?"
Anderson glanced at Fair and complained, "What can | do? You didn't even think about what you could do. What's the use of
coming back to the warehouse? Apart from adding chaos, what else can you do?"
Fair lowered her head and said nothing, hugging her knees.
"Now we can do nothing but wait here." Anderson was a little discouraged.
The only comfort was that at least there was someone to talk to.
Although he was angry in his heart, he really wanted to believe her again.
"By the way, you're sensitive to numbers. Look at the numbers on this, what do they mean?" Anderson suddenly remembered
something. He took off the silver cross pendant from around his neck and handed it to Fair.
"Is there a mechanism? Will it reveal the answer by triggering these numbers? Analyze it."
"Oh, okay."
Fair took the pendant from Anderson's hand, weighed it in her hand, and began to ponder both sides which had numbers.
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