Chapter 658: Chapter 656: Old Path (16)_1 Chapter 658: Chapter 656: Old Path (16)_1 It was clear that Jones felt the same.
After hearing the transmission on the intercom, he was stunned for a few seconds, never expecting things to happen so quickly.
“Where?”
“On the bridge towards the mountain.”
The response came quickly from the other side.
“Hold on… wait for me, I’ll be right there!”
Jones first muttered to himself, then yelled inside.
“All of you come too.”
The next moment, he glanced at Fu Qian and the other two, and gave the order directly.
As the man on the job, Fu Qian naturally had no objections.
Lei and Fran clearly didn’t want to defy him either, so the three got into the car in succession.
Without further talk, Jones rushed to the location reported by the officer with lightning speed.
“What happened to Harold?”
In the silence, Fran, sitting next to Fu Qian and speaking in a very low voice, still managed to ask her question through lip shapes.
After all, in her understanding, Harold was supposed to be the victim whose wife had been attacked. It sounded like the police were chasing him, which was rather perplexing.
“Him? Well–”
Even though Fran spoke softly, Fu Qian noticed that Jones and Lei both pricked up their ears at once.
“You wouldn’t understand if you’re not married.”
The next moment, he smiled cryptically and answered.
“As everyone knows, regardless of how unusually a wife disappears, the husband must always be kept under surveillance.”
…
Facing his response, Fran was speechless, and so was Jones, who grunted and stopped scrutinizing from the rearview mirror.
As for Lei, his expression was complex, looking a bit disappointed.
And amid this subtle atmosphere, the greenery ahead grew denser.
“Damn!”
With an angry curse and a sharp screech of brakes, Jones drove the car straight onto a patch of empty land by the roadside.
By now, more than one car had already stopped on the clearing.
And before the car had come to a complete stop, Jones had already jumped out, impatient to get to the chaotic scene nearby.
A familiar blue car had already crashed through the bridge railing and fallen into the deep ditch below, severely deformed upon a glance.
A line of people had already made their way down next to it; several officers were struggling to open the car door, trying to pull someone out.
“What happened?”
Jones approached with a cold face, just in time to see a bloodied Harold.
“Don’t know. We just got here and were confirming information when this guy suddenly sped up, broke through the railing, and flipped down.”
The young officer Jones had seen before was also baffled.
“But at least we caught him. This guy is really lucky; falling from such a height and he isn’t severely injured…”
Catching someone…
Jones snorted, his face void of any delight.
“Was he alone in the car? Are you sure he was the driver?”
“Of course.”
The officer was clearly puzzled by his question.
“The man was pulled out from the driver’s seat; there’s no mistake about that.”
“And from beginning to end, we didn’t see anyone running out of the car.”
…
Jones didn’t comment on the officer’s viewpoint but signaled the people checking the injuries to stop, and squatted down himself.
At this moment, Harold, after being fiddled with, had already opened his eyes.
“You were driving the car? How come you’re here?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Harold looked bewildered, and after steadying himself, seemed to recognize Jones.
“When I woke up, I seemed to have pressed the accelerator subconsciously; I didn’t even realize where I was.”
When you woke up?
Jones narrowed his eyes slightly, staring coldly at Harold for several seconds.
The next moment, he grabbed his hair, provoking a burst of cries of pain.
Witnessing this, the officers had complicated expressions, but seeing Jones in a bad mood, no one spoke up to intervene.
Harold’s calls went unheard by Jones, who was carefully examining his neck and successfully found something resembling a needle mark.
“What’s his name?”
Jones’s hand did not loosen as he asked coldly.
“Who?”
Harold looked utterly confused.
“What’s! His! Name!”
Jones’s voice suddenly turned into a roar as he lifted Harold off his feet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I was just at home, and when I woke up, it was like this–I don’t know anyone!”
Harold’s voice was full of panic.
This guy was certain we couldn’t find a body, so he stubbornly refused to recognize anything.
Jones glared at Harold like a predator.
A fool who doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead!
“He’s quite injured, find a place for him to get a thorough checkup.”
Seeing that the usually meek Harold was now so resistant, Jones sneered and threw him aside.
“What’s going on here, who exactly is it?”
At this moment, Lei, who had been silent, finally couldn’t help but ask quietly.
“Was there more to the car going off the road just now?”
“I’m curious too.”
Jones did not answer Lei’s question but kept his gaze roaming over his face.
“Perhaps your missing friends know the answer.”
Kateman and Jessica…
As memories of his two friends loomed, Lei’s expression became rigid for a moment.
…
On the way back after examining the scene, Jones’s mood was clearly not great.
Inside the wrecked car, no valuable clue was found.
Everything seemed as if Harold was fleeing in his car, was spotted by the police, and in his panic, floored the accelerator, and that was all.
But to Jones, this was just a seemingly reasonable explanation, coupled with earlier suspicions, the scene could be interpreted differently–
After a confrontation with the Mysterious Killer at home, Harold was drugged, knocked out, and brought here.
Then the mysterious person placed him in the driver’s seat and made sure the police would find him.
When Harold woke up and realized he was surrounded by the police, he panicked due to his guilty conscience, and his instinct was to flee, which led to the accident.
Jones even suspected that the car had been tampered with.
Unfortunately for Harold, he was quite lucky to survive the tumble down such a deep ditch.
Even more regrettable was that after this ordeal, Harold still didn’t know the gravity of the situation.
Realizing he hadn’t died, he chose to feign ignorance.
As he pondered, Jones stopped the car in front of Ben’s red compact and glanced at Lei.
“Take your things and leave this place.”
…
“I’ve said it before, you can go wherever you want, even continue your vacation up in the mountains.”
Lei didn’t respond right away, and Jones continued, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
This is clearly a fishing expedition!
Fu Qian watched on the side, feeling pensive.
It was obvious that Jones had little faith in conducting a dragnet search for the mysterious figure.
And after being frustrated by Harold, he quickly came up with the idea of waiting for the rabbit by the tree.
Taking good care of Harold was one thing, but sending Lei away was an even more blatant bait.
This…
Lei swallowed nervously, realizing there was no turning back, he resignedly opened the car door.
“I definitely won’t return to the mountain, but it’s okay, I’ll just live in the car.”
His resigned tone made him seem less tense than before.
“In any case, as you wish–I’ll leave when the person is caught.”
“Hold on a second.”
However, before he could start the car, the door was pulled open by someone.
Fran, who had been silent on the way back, took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind about something.