Although I lied, the black card has vanished into thin air, and it's no different from being empty. I'm not afraid of your investigation... Michael Bolton didn't dodge, looked at him sincerely, and said:

"When I opened the package, I found it was empty, only with shockproof air cushions inside. By the way, the package is still in my room. If you don't believe me, you can go check."

If Brian's disappearance was as he suspected, he definitely had to keep it secret for now, and wait until Cousin got off work and came home before explaining everything.

For something that might involve risk, it's naturally safest to discuss it with family.

The slicked-back-haired man signaled to his female subordinate with his eyes.

She entered the room with a smile, and after a moment, returned to the living room, giving a slight nod to her companion.

The slicked-back-haired man pondered for a moment and said:

"If it's convenient, we'd like to check your room and your computer. Also, please let me see your phone."

Checking the computer is fine, but please don't open the browser history or the study materials on the hard drive... Michael Bolton, without blushing or panicking, unlocked his phone screen and handed it over.

The slicked-back-haired man took the phone, while the female investigator re-entered the room.

The slicked-back-haired man held the phone in one hand, swiped a few times with his thumb, then returned it to Michael Bolton, and patiently waited.

After about fifteen minutes, the female investigator came out with her long legs, and this time, she shook her head.

The slicked-back-haired man nodded slightly and said gently:

"Thank you for your cooperation. We won't disturb you any further."

Michael Bolton quickly asked:

"Can I ask about Brian Parker's situation?"

He asked this both out of genuine concern and to "cover up his lie." Hearing that his childhood friend had gone missing but not asking about it would be too suspicious.

The slicked-back-haired man patiently replied:

"Brian Parker disappeared in the dormitory. The hallway surveillance didn't capture him leaving. According to a roommate, he saw Brian Parker still sleeping in bed when he got up to use the bathroom that night.

"But in the morning, he was gone. After 24 hours without contact, their counselor notified the school, and the school immediately called the police.

"For more details, you'll have to call the local public security bureau."

That's the same as what Uncle Parker said. Looks like the local bureau hasn't made any progress, or maybe this guy just doesn't want to tell me... Michael Bolton nodded:

"I understand."

The slicked-back-haired man led his two subordinates toward the security door, stopped halfway, turned around, and said:

"If you have any leads, you must inform us immediately. Please don't hide anything from us."

Michael Bolton was about to nod when he heard him say with a meaningful smile:

"Otherwise, the next one to disappear might be you."

The next one to disappear might be me?

What does he mean by that, is he threatening me? If I don't hand over the black card, will I vanish like Brian?

But then again, what's up with that card, disappearing into thin air... Even if I wanted to hand it over, I couldn't.

"Thanks for the reminder!"

He replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Anyway, it's best to wait until Cousin gets off work and comes back.

Brian definitely wouldn't want the card to fall into the hands of the public security bureau, otherwise he wouldn't have sent it to him.

Besides, as a best friend and childhood buddy, he believed Brian wouldn't set him up.

At the side, Grandma's face darkened, and she said coldly:

"No need to see you out."

What's with this guy, cursing her grandson for no reason.

The slicked-back-haired man smiled, took a business card from the left pocket of his suit, and handed it over. "Contact me anytime if anything comes up."

After Michael Bolton took it, he led his two subordinates away.

"How did Brian go missing? Sigh, I'll find time to visit Mrs. Parker." After they left, Grandma said worriedly.

The two families used to be neighbors, seeing each other almost every day for over ten years, so there was some affection.

Michael Bolton said tiredly:

"Grandma, I didn't sleep well last night. I'll go rest in my room. If I don't get up by noon, don't call me.

"If Grandpa comes back, tell him about this and have him contact Uncle Parker."

Last night he played with Aunt until two or three in the morning, was startled awake by an old ailment, and was already sleep-deprived. Then he forced himself to use his brain to look for Brian and the black card.

Now his brain was dizzy with exhaustion.

After Grandma nodded, Michael Bolton returned to his room.

He closed the door, kicked off his shoes by rubbing his heels together, and flopped onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

……

Inside the black business car, David Thompson sat on a soft leather chair, a gold-handled cane leaning against the side, a wine glass in his palm swirling with crimson liquid.

"Emily Clark, did you find anything in the room just now?"

He turned his head to look at the mixed-race beauty in the seat beside him.

Emily Clark lounged lazily in the chair, her two long legs pressed tightly together, her pretty face serious as she said:

"A major discovery."

"Speak," David Thompson said solemnly.

The techie in the back seat also looked up from his phone.

Emily Clark said seriously:

"That kid is a black-stockinged mature-woman fan. All his study materials are of mature women, but his trash bin is so clean. That's just unreasonable."