Chapter 8 All Five-Year-Old Girls' Information

Frederick stared blankly at the darkened screen of his phone and gasped for breath as if he had just had a nightmare.

Frederick threw the phone onto the passenger seat and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Who was this person trying to lure him to Weston?

The child.

And the separation of his wife and children.

These seemingly bizarre events seemed to have a clear connection, but what was it?

Frederick made a call, "Go to Weston, find a girl, five years old, looks like me. I'll send you a photo later."

Frederick captured a screenshot of the video and stared at the child's face. He got a feeling that it was a little similar to the little girl he had seen before. He then said into the phone, "The girl may be in Dixon City."

As the city lights gradually disappeared, the darkness concealed the machinations of the human heart.