Chapter 120

My eyes were glued to the two items inside the evidence bag.

I racked my brain for any relevant clues, but came up empty.

The conference room was dead silent; everyone was waiting for me to say something.

I stared at the items, hoping they were just some kid's forgotten toys.

The bracelet's pattern sparkled, almost blinding me.

As I focused on the pattern, it hit me-Jason was two years younger than Brett.

Realizing this, I dropped the items, and they clattered to the floor.

The officers looked at me. "Did you remember something?"

I couldn't believe my own thoughts, but I had to say it, my voice shaking.

When I mentioned that Jason was two years younger than Brett, the two officers in front of me tensed up, nodding seriously. "That's a good lead, but don't lose hope. Maybe a nearby villager rescued the kid, or the guy just took him to a nearby fishing village and didn't throw him into the sea."

"Until we find Jason, nothing's certain. No news is good news."

I nodded at the officer's words. "Thanks, I really appreciate it. Jason's been through so much."

The officers nodded back. "Don't worry, we'll do everything we can to find him."

I thanked the officers and Savannah helped me home.

Savannah was really worried about me. "Ms. Sharp, try not to think too much. Maybe Jason's really okay."

"We just need to wait for the police to bring good news."

"Why don't you try to get some sleep?"

I nodded and went upstairs in a daze.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, all I could see was Jason's face, drenched and looking at me with those sad eyes.

He kept saying, "Come save me, come save me."

I couldn't help but walk towards him, wanting to pick him up.

But Jason seemed miles away, no matter how much I walked, I couldn't reach him.

I started to panic and ran.

But the more I ran, the farther he got.

Jason's cries grew louder, heart-wrenching, calling out to me.

I kept trying to comfort him, "Don't be scared, I'm here, don't be scared, I'll find you soon, I'll find you soon."

Until he ran so far that I couldn't see him anymore.

I woke up with a start, standing up and gasping for air.

Savannah looked at me worriedly. "Ms. Sharp, what happened?"

I looked at Savannah, still in shock, covered in sweat, breathing heavily like a stranded fish.

"I, I just dreamed of Jason."

Savannah sat down and patted my back. "Ms. Sharp, try not to think about it. You have to believe the police will find him."

I nodded, the fear still lingering in my heart, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After Savannah left, I tried to sleep again, but I just tossed and turned, my mind replaying the dream over and over.

I kept telling myself, it's okay, it's okay, dreams are the opposite of reality. Jason will come back safe and sound.

I waited at home for two days, with no word from the police.

But I tried to stay positive, thinking that no news was the best news in this situation.

Until that night, when the police called, asking me to come over immediately.

A bad feeling surged through me, and I rushed to the police station.

The same two officers from before greeted me, their faces heavy with concern.

My sense of dread grew stronger, and I spoke first, "You don't have any news, right? It's okay, I can wait, I'm not in a hurry."

The female officer shook her head slowly.

The male officer sighed deeply and said, "We found a surveillance camera at a nearby fisherman's warehouse. It happened to capture the scene on the beach that day."

I was stunned. "And then?"

My voice was already trembling.

The male officer said, "You should see for yourself."

I walked to the computer and looked at the screen.

The screen showed dark waves, the pixelation indicating it was zoomed in.

The sound of the waves was relentless, like a monster in the night, evoking deep-seated fears.

I clenched my fingers, staring at the screen, afraid to miss any clues.

Then, a figure flashed by, a man carrying a child towards the sea.

I stared at the screen, seeing the man holding Jason, and Jason seemed to like or at least be familiar with the man, not resisting at all.

In the darkness, the bracelet on the man's hand sparkled.

I didn't know what the man said to Jason, but Jason clung to him, unmoving.

Then the man put Jason down, the sea water covering Jason's feet.

The man said something else to Jason, who nodded and stayed still.

The man turned and walked away, not looking back, without a trace of reluctance.

Jason stood in the waves like an obedient child, soon engulfed by a large wave.

The dark wave, like a monster's mouth, swallowed Jason's small figure, pulling him into the vast ocean.

I took a deep breath, feeling like I couldn't breathe.

Who was it? Who was so cruel to want to kill Jason, an innocent child?

He deliberately left Jason by the sea to be swept away by the waves, such a vicious method.

And Jason seemed to trust this man so much, but all that awaited him was the deadly waves.

The police said to me, "We asked you to come to identify the man next to him."

"The child didn't resist, which means he trusted this man, maybe someone close to him."

My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded.

At that moment, I felt like I was fighting a demon, one that was ruthless and unscrupulous.

But I was powerless.