"Miss Abbott, are you suspicious of something?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
"I suspect... I suspect the current base commander might have gone mad..."
Chrysanthe Abbott lowered her voice. The dim light from above cast shadows on her gaunt, sunken-eyed face, making her words sound exceptionally eerie.
"Why do you say that?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
’The base commander, Evander Langdon, is insane?’
’That’s just unbelievable.’
"It’s what Mr. Crawford told me.
He saw him laughing one moment and crying the next on several occasions.
If that’s not a madman, then what is?"
Chrysanthe Abbott said with a completely serious expression.
"I heard he used to be the old base commander’s assistant? Someone like that shouldn’t have mental problems, right?"
Nina Jacobs was a little skeptical.
Chrysanthe Abbott seemed to calm down a bit.
"The old base commander’s people are either dead or have run off like Valerius Lucas. Who knows who this person in charge really is."
Her eyes were vacant as she spoke languidly.
"Did anything happen two months ago?"
Nina Jacobs asked again.
"Two months ago, two months ago..."
Chrysanthe Abbott tilted her head, trying to recall.
Ever since Jared Crawford died, she had stayed in this room without ever going out. The events Nina mentioned from two months ago felt like they happened in a past life.
"Back then, even though life was hard, we were at least scraping by, clinging to life.
That was when General Hughes brought back the wife and daughter he’d rescued from the ruins. Everyone hoped the general could change the base, but Mr. Crawford said he wasn’t his own man either. He had a wife and daughter to worry about..."
Chrysanthe Abbott said.
’General Hughes?’
Nina Jacobs thought of the two men who had tried to kill Zoraida during the day.
The person behind them was the newly appointed Grayson Garcia from the transportation center.
Logically, Grayson Garcia should have had nothing to do with Zoraida.
’The most likely reason he had someone try to kill Zoraida was to show loyalty to General Hughes after what happened today...’
’If General Hughes really isn’t his own man, why would others be so eager to align with him?’
Combined with the timing of Mrs. White’s appearance, Nina Jacobs was convinced the family of three was hiding a secret unknown to outsiders.
Just then, Chrysanthe Abbott, who had just gotten up, came out from the inner room.
She was holding some handwritten paper documents.
"These are Mr. Crawford’s old work reports. He always worked so diligently, even though no one read these things.
Take a look, see if you need them."
Chrysanthe Abbott placed them in front of Nina Jacobs.
Nina Jacobs quickly took them. She flipped through them and asked, "Can I take these with me for now?"
"Of course, of course.
If my Mr. Crawford knew what he wrote was useful, he would be happy too."
Chrysanthe Abbott replied.
Looking at the empty room, Nina Jacobs still left some food and a few bottles of water before she left.
"Miss Abbott, I’ll come see you again in a few days.
I think Mr. Crawford would want you to live on for him."
Nina Jacobs pretended not to see the rope tied to the roof beam, nor the reddish-purple ligature marks on Chrysanthe Abbott’s neck.
Looking at the items Nina Jacobs had left, Chrysanthe Abbott didn’t refuse this time.
She watched Nina Jacobs’s back as she prepared to open the door and asked:
"Are you investigating all this because of Valerius Lucas?
Will you... avenge Mr. Crawford?"
Nina Jacobs’s hand, resting on the door latch, paused slightly.
After a moment, she answered, "We will."
"That’s good. You... be careful too."
Chrysanthe Abbott watched the door close, then turned and walked to the table, stroking the wooden box on it.
Nina Jacobs, for her part, planned to head back first with the documents Chrysanthe Abbott had given her.
Jared Crawford’s home was on the fifth floor.
As she prepared to go downstairs, she saw a firework burst in the distant sky.



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