Watson Harris naturally wouldn’t go greet Raymond Shaw. Since the Delicious Restaurant hadn’t closed, he had to keep watch outside—it was one of his means of making a living. It wasn’t until after night had fully fallen that Raymond Shaw returned. Not long after Raymond Shaw came back, another person arrived at the Delicious Restaurant, carrying a box. After entering, he was quickly led to the back by Raymond Shaw. Soon after, the Delicious Restaurant actually closed for the night.

This left Watson Harris quite frustrated. You see, before closing, Boss Shaw would always bring out some leftovers. But as a beggar, Watson Harris couldn’t just barge in and demand them—after all, those things belonged to Raymond Shaw. Even if he fed them to the dogs, Watson Harris would have no say in the matter.

Starving, with his stomach practically stuck to his back, Watson Harris returned to find that Third Young Master was already back, with two steamed buns on the table. Having gone hungry all day, Watson Harris’s eyes lit up at the sight of the buns, and he lunged forward, grabbing one and devouring it.

“If you’re hungry, come back earlier next time.” Third Young Master watched Watson Harris wolf down the food and poured him a bowl of water.

“I was hoping to get something greasy at the Delicious Restaurant, but who knew Boss Shaw would close so early today.” Watson Harris took a sip of water, paused, and said.

Hearing Watson Harris mention the Delicious Restaurant, Third Young Master didn’t pay much attention. He knew Watson Harris had gone to Heilicun and was eager to know if he’d found anything. He himself had wandered around Heilicun during the day, but hadn’t even seen anyone catching a ride. As for Howard Clark, he’d circled Heilicun several times and naturally hadn’t seen him either.

“Did you find anything in Heilicun today?” Third Young Master asked.

“There were lots of rumors, but nothing useful at all.” Watson Harris shook his head. As a beggar, he could only pick up information passively. If he kept asking about the police catching someone, he’d probably get kicked out of Heilicun.

“You’ll have to go to Heilicun again tomorrow. Until you find Howard Clark, you have to go every day,” Third Young Master said.

“You don’t need to tell me that. If there’s no news tomorrow, I’m planning to spend the night in Heilicun.” Watson Harris said. Ever since he started following Matthew Brooks, it was rare for him to have such a concrete task, so of course he had to give it his all.

After Watson Harris finished eating, Third Young Master took him to the underground air-raid shelter to report the day’s events to Matthew Brooks. Matthew Brooks listened carefully, sometimes interrupting to ask questions. Although he was already certain that Howard Clark had been in Heilicun yesterday and should have left by now, he still had Watson Harris describe the layout of Heilicun, down to the position of each household, how many windows there were, how big the yards were, and how many rooms each house had.

“Bro, how could I remember all that?” Watson Harris complained, feeling a headache coming on. He’d thought he’d been thorough, but he couldn’t stand up to Matthew Brooks’s questioning.

“If you didn’t remember today, try harder tomorrow,” Matthew Brooks said. He knew it was impossible for Watson Harris to memorize all of Heilicun in one go, and he didn’t expect him to. Since Howard Clark had escaped into Heilicun, it meant things there were complicated. The more they knew now, the more it would help with future investigations.

Third Young Master had also gone into Heilicun today. The two of them recalled together and managed to sketch a rough map of Heilicun. Matthew Brooks was already quite satisfied with this result and told Watson Harris to fill in the blanks next.

“Watson Harris, are you still hungry?” Third Young Master asked, seeing Watson Harris looking listless.

“What? Didn’t you eat the buns?” Matthew Brooks looked at Third Young Master in surprise. Every night, he would bring some food back for Watson Harris.

“I gave them to him,” Third Young Master quickly replied. He also mentioned Watson Harris’s situation at the Delicious Restaurant. That restaurant wasn’t far from Matthew Brooks’s place, and he and Matthew Brooks had eaten there before—they both knew the owner, Raymond Shaw.

Hearing Third Young Master mention what happened at the Delicious Restaurant tonight, Matthew Brooks was suddenly struck by a thought.

“I’m not hungry, bro. Tomorrow I’ll just stay in Heilicun. I won’t come back until I find news of Howard Clark,” Watson Harris said.

“Howard Clark definitely isn’t in Heilicun anymore. If you keep asking about him, you’ll only make people suspicious,” Matthew Brooks said. After Leonard Hale’s operation, there was no point in asking about Howard Clark anymore. But he still wanted to get a clear picture of Heilicun’s situation—this had become his professional habit.

“I’ll do as you say, bro. I’ll come back once I’ve memorized the layout,” Watson Harris said.

Early the next morning, Matthew Brooks specifically asked Third Young Master to go to the Delicious Restaurant to buy rice noodles. To make more money, small restaurants would also sell rice noodles and noodles in the morning. Watson Harris didn’t feel comfortable going along to eat outside, but if they brought the food back, everyone could eat together.

“Nothing unusual at the Delicious Restaurant, right?” Matthew Brooks asked casually. Having Third Young Master buy rice noodles was also a way to find out why the restaurant had closed early yesterday. His thinking was becoming more and more meticulous—any unusual situation would catch his attention. If he didn’t know the reason for the early closing last night, it would keep nagging at him.

“I heard Boss Shaw had two relatives come over, a man and a woman. I didn’t see the man, but the woman was very young, looked like a college student,” Third Young Master said.

“Watson Harris, keep an eye out if you have time,” Matthew Brooks said. He didn’t connect the man with Howard Clark. In his view, even if Howard Clark returned to Guxing, he shouldn’t come to Yuping District—there were no hospitals or clinics here, it was basically just a residential area.