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I walked out of the police station gate and came to the crossroads.Standing under the dim streetlight,I lit a cigarette.
I took a deep drag,letting the smoke fill my nose and mouth for three seconds before exhaling a long breath.
Watching the smoke disperse in the wind,I had just found a clue,but now my thoughts were even more confused,like a ball of wool that a cat had turned into a mess.
I'm just an ordinary person with a job that can keep me from starving,living an ordinary and unambitious life.Why did I encounter these things!
I just like night fishing and sold a few fish!
Why me!
Feeling frustrated,I let out a roar,threw the cigarette butt on the ground,and stomped on it hard.
Who did I provoke?Damn it,I must figure out what's going on!
Anyway,I can't escape it!
At four thirty in the morning,I tried my best to resist the drowsiness and dragged my tired body to the hospital.
I wanted to ask Jason face to face what was going on and how much he knew about these strange things.
It might not be a good time to go to him now,but I couldn't wait until dawn!
When the car stopped at the hospital entrance,it was already five o'clock in the morning.
I asked the nurse at the information desk and went to the ward,only to find the bed empty!
I quickly went to ask the nurse about the situation,but the nurse didn't know where the person had gone either.
Worried that something might have happened,I asked the nurse to check the surveillance.
The surveillance footage showed that Jason had secretly slipped out of the hospital at two thirty in the morning.
No one came to pick him up.He left by himself.
Originally,he was supposed to be kept in the hospital for observation,and he was going to be discharged the next day after seeing how he was.
I thanked the nurse and was about to leave when the nurse called me back.
Something had fallen under Jason's bed,and she asked me to take it away.
When I saw what it was,my hands trembled involuntarily.
It was a fishing tackle box!
I carried the fishing tackle box and took a taxi home.
I really wanted to know what was in the fishing tackle box,but I didn't want to involve innocent people,so I endured it.
Jason didn't fish.
He couldn't and didn't like it.This fishing tackle box couldn't be his.
It couldn't be Ernie's either.At that time,I asked him to follow the ambulance to the hospital,and I entrusted our things to the neighbor and asked him to help take them back.
The neighbor was used to taking a walk by the river in the evening.We could almost meet him every night and chat casually from time to time.
Therefore,the fishing tackle box in my arms couldn't be mine or Ernie's either.
At the hospital,I didn't explain.
Because in the ward where Jason was,there were three beds,but Jason was the only patient.
No matter how I explained,the nurse had already decided that the fishing tackle box was Jason's.
With full of doubts,I finally got home.
Gritting my teeth,I opened the fishing tackle box!
There were no fishing tools in it at all!
There was only a photo!
