"Back already?"
A voice, equally tired, yet weak, greeted him upon entering.
"Mmm... Didn't I tell you? You haven't recovered yet, I'll do it when I'm back," Hu Zhicheng rushed into the kitchen, supporting his wife and saying with a slight reprimand.
"Mmm... I just... just, I can't rest... Whenever I lie in bed, my mind can't stop thinking about our son..."
Supported by him, the woman's body still trembled slightly.
The day her son disappeared, she had fainted.
Ever since then, her body had become terribly weak, spending two-thirds of her day lying in bed. Her mental weakness was even more severe; even lying in bed, she couldn't sleep well. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw her son's face.
This had been going on for a month.
"I will definitely find our son," Hu Zhicheng said through gritted teeth. He was also in pain, but he couldn't break down.
In a family, only one person could collapse. His wife was already this weak, so Hu Zhicheng had to remain steadfast. The skills and psychological resilience honed during his time in the military allowed him to maintain his composure at this moment, doing everything he could.
"Mmm..."
His wife responded faintly. She had heard this sentence dozens of times, yet there was still no news. They had called the police, but what was the point? Those people weren't as capable as her husband.
There had been no news for a month.
"I might... have a lead," a thought flashed through his mind of the冥医 (Mingyi - Underworld Doctor) he had met that afternoon.
He looked like a colleague.
The aura he carried was not that of an ordinary person; he should have come from the military. Perhaps he could ask for his help later? He felt a more powerful aura from that person than his own.
And... that person.
If he remembered correctly, that was the North Frontier Dragon King?
One of his idols back then!
He just couldn't figure out why he would encounter Lin Xiao here.
He had almost revealed himself at the time.
"Why 'might'?" His wife didn't understand his phrasing. Having a lead was having a lead; not having one was not having one. Why "might"?
"I met some comrades."
He said, "I'll go find them tomorrow for help and see if we can speed things up a bit."
"Okay..."
Hearing his words, his wife seemed to be slightly reassured.
Afterward, Hu Zhicheng carried his wife back to the room and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Dinner at this hour... was a bit late. Dinner at eight or nine o'clock. He had specifically made her a snack before he left, or else his wife would be starving by now.
As he was cooking, he suddenly heard a noise outside the door. He frowned.
At this hour, his neighbors had long since gone home. Moreover, his neighbors weren't the type to order takeout. Why was there a noise at this hour? There was no sound of the door opening either.
Someone's here?
Who?
He thought, put down the cleaver in his hand, and silently moved to the door, preparing to look through the peephole to see what was happening outside.
Just as he reached the door, the doorbell rang.
"Who?"
He became even more curious now. Why would someone suddenly show up at his house? Normally, people he knew or couriers would call first.