She opened the document and found that it was the notice she had hired from the detective agency.
It was sprinkled with thousands of words, which roughly meant that their people surveyed the local population and found that the wearer of the watch was not her father, but an old sailor.
In other words, the person who was burned to death was not her father.
As for why her father's watch ended up in the hands of the old sailor, and whether her father was on that ship, it is not known for the time being.
The blood on her face faded little by little, and the whole person was stunned.
"Miss Rist, the man who was burned to death was not Mr.
Rist, but only Mr.
Rist's watch, which means that Mr.
Rist may still be alive," Mike said cheerfully.
"My dad might still be alive" she looked up at Mike, her eyes snapping, "Is it really possible for my dad to be alive?"
"This, Miss Riester.
Anyway, now we know for sure that the person who was burned to death is not Mr.
Rist, which means that Mr.
Rist is still alive, isn't it?"
She looked up and wiped away her tears, and confidently said, "Yes, yes." ” "By the way, Mike, you go and contact more companies that do these kinds of things, and ask them to step up their efforts to find my dad."
She said excitedly, "There are also Karen photos you give them, as long as you find them, I am willing to give twenty times the price as a bonus" "Miss Well, I'll go now."
Mike turned to leave, closing the office door.
She stood up, covered her mouth and walked to the window, from the moment she learned that the person who was burned to death was not her father, and that her father might not be dead, the tears in her eyes did not stop for a second, and she wrinkled her face and finally couldn't help crying.
She finally saw a ray of light from heaven from the dark hell, she grabbed the light all the time and crawled out of the hell, she really didn't want to look at this light and then news, she really didn't want her vision to return to the dark hell.
So almost every day these days, when she opens her eyes, she takes her mobile phone to see if there is a response from the detective agency, and then she is unhappy to do all kinds of things like before, such as choosing a wedding dress and decorating the wedding, going to the company to handle business, and going to the yard to watch Becca play games with her little girlfriends and puppies.
She lost all interest in these things, and spent almost all day staring at her empty phone, wanting to hear back.
In addition to her own pain, her anxiety is also contagious to her family, and he, Becca, and her aunt are all depressed because of her, and are busy coaxing her to comfort her.
But how can anxiety dissipate with a few words of comfort from others?
Today, my aunt took her to church for a prayer and said that it would be better for her to pray.
She didn't believe in these things, but she thought it might be useful to cling to them in a hurry, so she went with them.
She was standing inside the prayer room, looking at the murals of the gods on the walls and said reverently.
"Lord, if you really exist, let my father be okay and let him and my friend Karen return safely."
"I know it's unreasonable to beg you like a stranger who is not qualified to ask someone to grant one of his wishes, right, so if you are willing to help me fulfill this wish, I am willing to give most of my things, which is equivalent to thirty years of life."
She finished sobbing with tears in her eyes.
"What nonsense."
Being pulled over, she looked up and found that it was him, who was looking at her with a cold face, obviously unhappy. oshow7 t1706231537: