Chapter 102

What's even more bizarre was that he knew almost nothing about what happened on the day of the incident.

What kind of amnesia was this?

He didn't seem to be faking it, and at that point, I didn't think there was any need to keep pretending.

These people must be in contact with each other secretly. From the start of the investigation, they knew the situation, so Bob must know too. Therefore, pretending to be crazy and dumb was obviously meaningless, especially with such a flawed act.

There must be something fishy here. Since we were here, we might as well visit their home.

I also wanted to know who the woman who answered the phone was.

Bob clapped his hands and regained his usual spirit, leading the way while humming a song, taking two steps forward and one step back, swaying his round buttocks, occasionally turning back with a charming smile, making people want to kick him.

"Mrs. Smith."

Zoey whispered in my ear.

"What?"

"Do you think he's really amnesiac or faking it?" Zoey asked.

"I'm not really sure either. It all seems a bit fishy. If he's really pretending to be crazy and dumb, then it's too flawed."

Zoey nodded, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped.

I looked at Bob swaying ahead, gritting my teeth in hatred. I remembered all the things about him from college. This guy had a terrible reputation among women in college. He once pursued a girl in our dorm, and within a week, he disappeared, leaving my roommate crying for a long time.

Because of this, I didn't have a good impression of Alan either, as he often hung out with Bob in the drama club. Birds of a feather flock together, which was the natural logic.

"Although it's a bit disrespectful, this is the first time I've seen such a flamboyant and cheap man."

Zoey glared at Bob with hatred.

"I don't deny it."

Bob, walking ahead, couldn't hear our discussion. He seemed to be in a very good mood today. When he reached the gatehouse, he ran over with small steps and did an exaggerated Latin dance move in front of the old man on duty, who cooperated by blowing a kiss.

Zoey shivered in disgust, her mouth twitching uncontrollably.

I couldn't stand it either and coughed lightly.

The old man on duty noticed us and quickly composed himself, greeting us with a smile, glancing at Bob,

"Leaving already?"

He probably thought we were taking Bob to the police station for investigation.

"David Bailey, don't guess wildly. This is my college friend's wife, and this is my college friend's wife's apprentice."

Bob put his arm around David's neck and said loudly, "The usual rule, if the boss checks, just say my dad is sick again, and I have to go back to take care of him."

Hearing this, I felt relieved. Another purpose of this trip was to see the informant Ronald had at the old steel mill.

Bob mentioned forgetting his childhood, and although I temporarily believed him, I still kept an eye out and didn't mention the informant, fearing that Bob might be pretending and would alert Frank and others if he knew about my findings.

When he mentioned his father being sick, it was probably referring to the informant.

"Today, the only dance artist in Shadow City will personally cook a meal for my classmate and my classmate's apprentice."

Bob said with a dramatic tone, holding his head high.

"Get lost. Don't go to the bar tonight. Last time Shirley came to the company to hit you, but I stopped her!"

Bob frowned and raised his voice, "What Shirley? How many times have I said she's not my girlfriend, just a female neighbor? Who knows what's wrong with her, always being overly attentive, knocking on my door at midnight. Do I look like someone who would just let anyone in?"

"You become less of a person when you're casual."

Zoey made a face and responded softly.

"One moment you say Shirley is your last woman, the next you say she's not your girlfriend. I have experience; a man eventually needs a wife. Think about it, you're not young anymore."

David spat and turned back to his small room, lying on the chair to rest.

Bob stood there, looking confused, "Am I that kind of person? I've been honest with girls all these years. If I like someone, I admit it. If I don't, I don't. Do I lack the courage to admit it?"

He looked at us indignantly, seeking some recognition.

I walked out expressionlessly, and Zoey walked over with a smile,

"Of course, you're not like that."

Bob beamed and nodded, "You have a keen eye!"

"Because you are, a scumbag!"

She quickly ran ahead of me, looking at Bob, afraid he would chase her.

Unexpectedly, Bob laughed and admitted openly,

"Scumbag is not wrong."

"He's invincible," Zoey commented.

"Zoey, did you notice?" I whispered.

"What?"

"That old man on duty, David, mentioned Shirley, saying she's Bob's girlfriend. He mentioned it again just now."

I reminded her.

"Yes, but didn't he deny it? Scumbags are usually like that, Mrs. Smith, you don't know..."

Zoey said indifferently.

I shook my head. Bob's playboy reputation was well-known in college, but it didn't mean he was irresponsible. He wouldn't date multiple women at the same time. If he liked someone, he admitted it. If he didn't, he didn't. He never hid his status. However, his emotional attention span was indeed quite short.

I briefly explained Bob's usual behavior to Zoey.

"So, Mrs. Smith, what do you mean?"

Zoey was also a bit confused.

"I mean, Bob shouldn't deny Shirley as his girlfriend, nor would he keep changing his story. David must be telling the truth, and Bob's words might not be entirely false either."

At that moment, Bob turned back to the window, chatting and laughing with David, showing no signs of guilt or pretense. He waved at me, signaling to wait a moment, and took a few hundred-dollar bills from David, putting them in his pocket skillfully, indicating he often borrowed money. Although Shadow City's economy wasn't great, a social institution job shouldn't be so financially tight.

"Mrs. Smith, I'm dizzy."

Zoey was even more confused.

Bob definitely had issues. Considering the old steel mill criminals' past abuse of children, I had a vague answer in my mind.