The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 471 Reunion and Disappearance
The girl pulled her hair in distress, her pretty and heroic face twisted into a ball.

"Don't you have anything to do? You even want to join in the fun of a boring class reunion."

"Is that even a question, dear little Beverly?"

Holge grinned, hugged her affectionately, and tore open a bag of potato chips in his hands.

"A fundamental question: think about it, how do you feel about your life these days?"

The roasted plant roots and stems were filled with a caramelized aroma. The delicious food carefully prepared by the modern food industry rolled and crushed between the teeth. The woman looked satisfied and said vaguely:
"It's much better than our previous life, isn't it?"

The druid girl pulled away the strong chest that was about to touch her face and couldn't help but show recognition on her face.

The past six months or so have indeed been the happiest time they have ever had.

Back in New Orleans, witches and voodoo, as the dominant force, naturally took the biggest bite of the pie. Even though the four-man team was quite powerful, they only received some minor commissions, and with all the necessary expenses, their finances were quite stretched.

Since moving to Jinzhou, the environment has become much more relaxed and the income has increased several times, making them reluctant to leave.

"That's true...but does it have anything to do with what we just discussed?" Beverly nodded, then asked suspiciously.

"Of course it does matter!"

Edkin whistled with a smile, "If it weren't for that kind-hearted gentleman with both background and strength, we wouldn't have been able to get so many lucrative commissions..."

The middle-aged man gave a wicked laugh, "So you have to keep an eye on this flower that has been reserved by the sponsor, lest it be abducted by someone else and ruin our fortune."

"You bunch of boring guys, don't make such jokes, ah——!"

The girl uttered a desperate wail once more, covering her face with her hands. Her face flushed slightly. She felt so depressed by the teasing of her companions that she slumped in the back seat like a useless cat.

The car slid along the quiet road, and amidst the laughter and joy, a small country town came into view among the hills and trees ahead.

"That's my hometown, a boring country place." Beverly rolled down the car window weakly.

The damp wind blew her short brown hair. She looked around the empty intersection for a moment, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Didn't they say they would pick me up? Where are they?"

……

……

"What about people?"

The strong and powerful legs alternated quickly, and the black youth with slightly curly hair looked around breathlessly.

Buildings passed by on both sides. Last night's thick sea fog mixed with morning dew, soaking everything on the path. He maintained his speed, carefully skipped over the slippery mud stains, and ran anxiously to the street corner.

"boom."

A figure suddenly turned out silently and bumped into him.

The black youth staggered a few times and finally stood firm. He looked at the mud on his brand new hiking shoes with heartache.

"Hey!" He stretched out his hand unhappily and grabbed the figure that had fallen in front of him.

"Bill, why didn't you say anything? Did you find Ricky?"

The thin figure whom he called Bill was slumped on the ground, rubbing his shoulders and screaming in pain. It was a young man.

He was probably around 20 years old at most, with a gentle and elegant appearance, like a college freshman, revealing the youthful innocence unique to this age.

With the help of his companions, the young man slowly stood up and forced a smile.
"Mike, no...no, the door of his old house is locked and no one is inside." "Then why are you so distraught?"

Helping him brush off the dust on his clothes, the black man Mike frowned and asked.

Hearing his question, Bill got a very strange look on his face, and he looked absent-minded, as if there was something that was difficult to talk about?

"I... don't know how to describe it, but the scene..."

His expression became extremely complicated. If he had to describe it in words, it was just like he had swallowed a large spoonful of diluted mustard. It was uncomfortable, but not to the point of vomiting. The feeling of being stuck in the throat was extremely awkward.

Fortunately, the dilemma did not last too long, and a surprised call rescued him from this embarrassing situation.

"Bill, Mike, you are here!"

A clear female voice interrupted the young man's thoughts, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, taking away the indescribable troubles. He turned around suddenly, his energetic red short hair fluttering like fire, and a bright face came into his sight.

Looking at each other's familiar yet unfamiliar figures, memory and reality gradually overlapped, the three of them couldn't help but raise their lips, and finally burst into joyful laughter.

"Beverly, you've grown taller than before, but you still look like a wild girl."

"It's better than you still maintaining that small body. Don't you have physical education classes in college?"

"And you, Mike, didn't you say last time that the salary at the small town library was too low? I've made some new friends in the Golden State recently. Does your family allow you to work so far away?"

The excitement of meeting her childhood friend after a long separation made the druid girl chatter for a long time. It was not until she talked about the past few years that she realized that something was wrong between the two of them.

"Speaking of which, why are there only you guys? Where's Ricky?"

She looked around but couldn't find her last childhood friend.

"This is exactly why we couldn't go to greet you..." Mike spread his hands in distress and pursed his lips.

"Ricky suddenly disappeared, or to put it more bluntly, he disappeared!"

Bill took over the words dryly, and said with a sad face:

"After confirming the date for the gathering, we kept in touch frequently and learned that he had returned to town a few days ago and was temporarily living in his old house. But three days ago, his phone was no longer accessible."

Bill looked dazed, the strange scene he saw a few hours ago kept flashing back and forth in his mind:
"Mike and I didn't take it seriously at first, but when he was still nowhere to be seen at the time we agreed to meet today, we felt something was wrong.

And...I found some very strange traces in his house."

He suddenly clapped his hands in annoyance, as if he had figured out something, and shouted happily:

"What a fool I am! Aren't you one of those [Magical People] now? You are much more reliable than the old sheriff who is about to retire in this town."

"Is it blood or something else? What's going on? Explain it clearly."

Beverly calmed down instantly after hearing this.

The words lingered on his lips, and then he swallowed them back. The young man tilted his head hastily:
"It's a bit hard to describe. From what I've seen, it's not so much the possibility of getting hurt, but more that...sigh."

His face twitched and turned slightly red.

"You'd better see it for yourself. We can talk as we go."

(End of this chapter)