My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 103 The Ins and Outs
His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped animal, exuding a dangerous aura.

Ethan didn't expect that things would change so much the moment he went to the toilet.

He looked into Joe's eyes, and said slowly:
"I don't know what happened to you, but you calm down first, if you encounter any difficulties, we will help you."

Mary also stood up, and she said seriously:

"Joe, I believe what happened to you. A father's feelings for his daughter will not be false. You need our help now."

Only then did Joe let go of his grip on the bed sheet. He looked at Ethan and said dully:
"Sorry, I can't let the police get involved in this matter. My daughter is still in the hands of others."

Ethan nodded and opened his coat.

"I don't have a police badge on me and it's not my jurisdiction."

"I'm just a civilian right now, if you're willing to tell me what you've been through, trust me, I can help you a lot."

"Why should I believe you?" Joe's eyes were still wary.

Ethan said firmly: "You can trust me, because you saved me yesterday, and I owe you."

Joe looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, leaned against the wall, and told what happened to him.

On the night of his daughter's birthday 20 years ago, he was entrusted by his boss to receive a big client of a company, and he had a fierce quarrel with his wife for this.

However, during the dinner together, because of depression and alcohol on his mind, he took advantage of the client to go to the bathroom, and he molested the client's wife.

As a result, he was humiliated in public. He knew that he had messed up the matter. After that, he might not be able to keep his job. Annoyed, he got himself drunk.

After the drunk Joe left the hotel, he wanted to go to Chucky's tavern to continue getting drunk, but Chucky turned him away and told him to go home quickly.

Just as he staggered away, his eyes went dark, and when he woke up, he found himself imprisoned.

Mary moved a chair and sat down "Could it be your client who did it?"

Joe shook his head and said, "Last night, Chucky and I checked on the computer. The couple died in a plane crash a few years ago."

He looked out the window again, talking about what happened to him with a complicated expression.

During his life in captivity, Joe could only live in a small room, and someone provided him with fixed meals every day.

You can also watch programs on the TV, but other than that, no one communicates with him.

Through the TV news program, he found painfully that his wife was raped and brutally killed.

And according to the narration of the news broadcast, because there was his own blood and hair at the scene, the murderer turned out to be himself.

And the three-year-old daughter was also adopted. The person who imprisoned him seemed to have a bad taste, and kept broadcasting on TV about her girl's subsequent adoption.

Because of his own reasons, his wife was murdered by a woman, his daughter was bumpy and homeless, and Joe began to drink crazily.

In the endless captivity, Joe had a nervous breakdown and self-destruct, but he was rescued by the people who imprisoned him.

In hell, he can only pin all his energy on his daughter Mia. At his request, Joe obtains some letter paper from his prisoner.

For more than ten years, he insisted on writing letters to his daughter that could not be sent.

He quit drinking, worked out, and vowed to take revenge for everything he went through.

He used his fingernails to pick at the cracks in the wall of the bathroom every day. After years of hard work, the wall tiles were knocked off by him, and the hole in the wall expanded.

When he was ready to escape, he was fainted by the white smoke from the room.

After waking up, he appeared in a large suitcase in the lawn.

Wearing a black Seiv suit, some cash and a cell phone.

There is also a white pillow case, which contains the letters I wrote to my daughter over the past ten years.

"Dude, I have to say, you've really been played badly enough." Ethan crossed his arms and looked at the poor man.

"Do you believe what I say?" Jo's eyeballs rolled dully.

"I believe." Ethan nodded. "I believe that you have been locked up for a long time, and I also believe in the efforts a father can make to find his daughter. I have experienced this."

Ethan thought of Blake, and her father, who had the same emotion as Joe at the time.

"No matter who did these things, this person must hate you to the bone, the kind of hatred that death can't satisfy."

Ethan lit a cigarette and said to Joe.

Mary also leaned on the shelf blankly, and Joe was imprisoned, and there was no way to see her daughter.

But her father died early, which is another extreme.

She sighed, reached out and snatched Ethan's cigarette, put it in her mouth, and asked.

"Do you have any clues about this man?"

Joe gritted his teeth and said, "For the past 20 years, I've thought about it over and over again, and it never occurred to me that I've done anything to go to hell and go through all this.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ethan, "This is the list I made, and I put all the people who might do this kind of thing to me in it."

After Ethan lit a cigarette for himself again, he took the paper, and most of the densely packed names had been crossed out.

Joe said in a low voice: "Those crossed out are the ones Chuck and I checked on the computer last night, and there are no suspects."

Ethan handed him back the paper in his hand, "Where's the phone?"

"I remember you mentioned a mobile phone just now. I don't think the person who let you go will give you a mobile phone for no reason."

Joe took out his cell phone from his pocket. "That guy called me last night. This psycho made me review everything I've done in my life until he contacted me again."

"So you should understand why I can't let the police get involved. Now that person is very aware of my daughter's whereabouts and my situation."

"Where's the number on it?" Ethan asked quickly.

"The number has been blocked." Joe shook his head helplessly. "I must find this person, and I need to find my daughter."

Mary frowned and said, "If you find your daughter first."

Joe clutched his head in pain. "There is no clue, and in her heart, I will always be the murderer who killed her mother. I need to prove my innocence."

"Don't worry, I will help you as a civilian." Ethan held out his hand to Joe.

Mary also stretched out her hand, "Don't forget about me, I must find out this pervert."

Joe raised his head, his eyes were red, and the hands of the three were tightly held together.

"What should we do next?"

Mary bit her lip and looked at Ethan, this was the first time she had experienced such a thing.

After pondering for a while, Ethan said:
"Next, let's start with a phone call."

(End of this chapter)