Chapter 673: Chapter 673



Soon it would be two days and two nights, could he still be alive even if they found him?

Officer Miller took off his hat and sighed deeply.

“Dad, don’t be like that.” He took Officer Miller’s arm and took a look at the rising sun in the sky. He couldn’t help but sigh as well.

There was a fork below the spot they were looking for. One side faced east and the other west. The river channel on the west was wider, which increased the difficulty of the search, and they had to split into two groups.

Armand said, “I’ll take some to the west.”

Officer Miller nodded and assigned more people. Armand had been down several times. He was exhausted. He was sitting on the deck, barefoot, and water was dripping from his body.

At dawn, Matthew arrived and asked him if he had any clues.

Armand shook his head and thought of the worst outcome. “I could…”

“No.” said Matthew firmly, “if we don’t find him, it’s not necessarily that he drowned in the water, he might have been saved….

When the car was rescued, the glass was not broken and the door was closed. We all know that because of the resistance of the water, it is impossible to open the door in the water. I think maybe he got out of the car and did not fall into the water with the car.”

What he was saying was very reasonable, but Armand still didn’t understand one thing. “If he’s alive, and we’ve searched from the city to the suburbs, how come we still can’t find him after such a long way? Where did he go?” Matthew couldn’t explain this either.

As Armand was saying, if he was still alive, how could they not find him?

At that moment, the phone in Armand’s shirt pocket rang. He reached for it and pulled out the phone. It was Theresa’s number.

He pressed the answer button. “Hello, Theresa.”

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“Did you find him?” asked Theresa.

He was in a hurry when he got back and didn’t see Theresa. He called her and told her about Boyce’s situation. She must be worried because she called to ask about the situation.

Armand replied, “No.”

“What if I go…?”

“No, you can’t do anything either. I’ll call you when there’s news. Don’t worry, we’ll do our best.” There would be more people worried about Boyce when he came, it was better if he stayed away to ease the anxiety.

“All right, don’t forget to tell me any news,” Theresa said.

“I won’t.”

Armand lowered his head. “I’m afraid I can’t see you lately.”

“You don’t have to, it’s more important to find him.” Armand agreed.

Theresa tightened her grip on her phone and said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”

Then she hung up.

Armand put his phone back in his pocket, stood up, turned to Matthew and asked, “There’s no point in looking around here.”

Matthew looked at the small wooden boat docked by the river and turned to ask, “What’s that boat for?”

Armand shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

He said nothing and asked the people to pull the boat ashore. Armand ran up and asked, “What are they trying to do?”

Matthew was still not speaking, because he was not sure if his judgment was correct.

Armand followed him out of the boat and asked the rest to keep looking.

Along the shore was a reclaimed vegetable garden. An old man was picking vegetables. Matthew approached.

The old man put the picked lettuce in a basket. Seeing someone approaching, he asked, “How may I help you?”

“I saw a boat docked by the river, what’s that boat for?” asked Matthew.

“Why do you ask?” The old man did not want to answer.

Armand said, “We came to clean the river.”

The old man merely replied, “Mr. Parry used to raise geese on this water, but since he was later not allowed to raise them, the boat has become unusable.”

“It used to be used for raising geese, didn’t it?” asked Armand.

The old man pointed to the discarded blue nets by the shore and said, “Yes, these nets were fixed in the middle of the river back then. It needs to go in when feeding the geese, so Mr. Parry made the boat out of wood, but the village chief said it would pollute the environment, and wouldn’t let him raise the geese, so the boat was abandoned.”

“So the boat stopped being used?” asked Armand again, probably knowing what Matthew suspected.

Since no one was found in the river, could it have made it to shore by some chance? Or was it saved?

The old man said firmly, “No, you can see there’s moss underneath. No one used it, and it’s no longer firm after a long time, who would use it?”.

Matthew took a look. There was a town not far away. Although it was a town, there were also small three and five story buildings.

“Have you ever had strangers in your town?”

“Yes, they are all strangers. Many rental houses in our village are occupied by migrant workers,” the old man said.

Matthew felt a little disappointed. It seemed that Boyce had not been spared.

However, he didn’t know that his judgment was really correct, only that he had looked in the wrong place.

Boyce got out of the car when it fell, he did not fall into the water with the car, but the water over the dam was deep and urgent. After falling into the water, he wanted to save Lucy, but the car door could not open underwater at all. In the process, he accidentally stepped on the side of the dam and washed downward. He could only go with the swift current down the river.

He washed to a far place, and the grass in the water tangled his feet before he stopped. In the process, he was drowned by a large amount of water and nearly drowned in the river several times. Fortunately, he freed himself from the aquatic weed and was exhausted. He vaguely saw a boat. He did not know what it was for. He swam desperately towards the boat. The person in the boat did not see him. When the person steered the boat, he fell into a coma.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in strange surroundings.

The small room was dark and dank.

He could vaguely hear someone talking.

The speaker was the man who hit Boyce. He was tall, fat, dark, and rough looking. He made his living fishing for river snails and wild clams. He didn’t expect to hit anyone. At the time he wanted to run away, but he feared he would be found through an investigation if Boyce died. So he put him on the boat. He only saw blood on his head when he returned home, and was horrified at the time.

After sitting on the floor for a long time, he only reached out his hand to detect his breathing. Noticing that he was still breathing, he rushed to find a doctor.

He would become a murderer if Boyce died.

A doctor from the town’s service agency asked him to send Boyce to a large hospital after checking him out.

“I don’t have any money.” The man was unwilling to spend a large amount of money, so he asked, “Can he go on living without going?”

“I’m not sure. The wound is in his head, best to get a CT scan at a big hospital,” the doctor suggested.

“He would be fine as long as he doesn’t die.”

The doctor could not oblige and could only leave. As he reached the entrance, he asked him, “Is this someone of yours?”

The man choked, rolled his eyes and said, “It’s my relative.” The doctor nodded and walked out the door.

Boyce’s head hurt badly, as if it was going to break, but he could clearly hear their conversation. He leaned against the wall and stepped out. “Are you the one who hit me?”

He remembered clearly that he had lost consciousness after being knocked down by a small boat.

The man startled and opened his eyes. “You, are you awake?”

Boyce looked at the large and small pots and bags placed on the floor of the room. There was water and mud on the floor and pots filled with river snails.

“Do you have a phone?” asked Boyce. He needed to contact someone.

He had already lost his phone.

“What are you trying to do?” The man feared she would sue him and was quick to shove the responsibility away. “You can’t blame me, you’re the one who was in the water in the first place.”

“I just want to make a call,” Boyce said weakly.

“Don’t think I’m easy to fool.” The man obviously didn’t believe it. Boyce just wanted to make a call, but he thought he must want to call someone to catch him.

As soon as Boyce realized he couldn’t persuade the man, he decided to go out and find someone. He had to hurry back and tell Matthew that Declan was out and to be on the lookout. Declan wanted to get back at him.

However, when he reached the door, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He turned his head toward and saw the man holding a wooden stick. He was gripping it with both hands, trembling slightly and acting calm as he widened his eyes.

“Don’t think I’m easy to fool, you must be looking for someone.”

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