"Okay, let’s go now!"

Ian Shelby was of course willing. He was eager to find Jocelyn Morgan quickly; the longer it dragged on, the more likely...the outcome could be bad.

This kind of disappearance was not normal; it was worrisome.

Trevor went, and Janelle followed along, as friends, they were also concerned.

With something this big happening, Janelle couldn’t just go back to the inn and rest by herself. She was a kind girl, especially since she had met Jocelyn.

In Janelle Mills’ mind, Jocelyn Morgan wasn’t annoying at all. Although Trevor was very worried about her, she could understand. After all, a living person had vanished out of thin air, and surely, many were anxious for her.

Furthermore, the inn was booked by Trevor on his phone, and she didn’t know the exact location.

Despite having walked nearly 20,000 steps with them, Janelle was still in high heels, and her legs were getting sore.

They took the police to the ancient bridge, and one of the officers turned to Ian Shelby for confirmation, "You two are a couple, right?"

"Yes."

"Are you close? Did you have any arguments before the incident?"

"No arguments." Ian replied helplessly yet patiently, "We are very good together, Officer, you don’t need to suspect me, really, finding her quickly is what’s most important, I suggest sealing off the entire town, so no one can take her away!"

He was a bit agitated and combined with some gestures, yet his upbringing told him to restrain himself.

"Mr. Shelby, the entrance is already sealed off. Our principle in handling cases is to not overlook any suspicious target. It’s not that we suspect you, but we also can’t rule out suspicion on you."

Ian found himself speechless; at this moment, he wished he were a demigod.

Trevor turned to stare at Ian, trying to discern something from his handsome face, because highly intelligent criminals often don’t look like criminals at all.

But Trevor had a premonition that Jocelyn’s disappearance was surely unrelated to Ian.

Soon, everyone climbed the steps and arrived at the last place Ian had seen Jocelyn Morgan.

Ian once again detailed the situation from before, and the police took careful notes.

Trevor noticed the clear river water, with both hands on the railing; this height was nothing to him, with his long legs, he could easily cross it. He recalled Jocelyn’s height and frowned as he glanced toward the river.

Below was already calm...yet seemed to hide something unusual, and the possibility of falling into the water couldn’t be ruled out.

"Could she have fallen into the water?" Janelle blurted out, looking around. Surprisingly, there was no surveillance at this spot!

"But the railing isn’t that low. How could someone just suddenly fall into the water?"

One of the officers said, "Moreover, the young lady was in good spirits, had no argument with her boyfriend, and wasn’t depressed. Even if she fell in, she would float up by now."

Another officer squatted down, carefully examining the scene. There were no signs of a struggle, "The footprints aren’t very clear, but it’s visible that more than one person has been here."

At this, everyone squatted down again.

"I don’t think footprints are a clue. This is a public area, after all, and the restrooms are right over there, so people coming and going is quite normal," analyzed the officer.

Trevor leaned on the railing, staring blankly at the river, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes growing deeper and deeper.

Janelle stood up, her gaze falling on his profile. Today, there was no sun, the light was dim, highlighting his sharply defined jawline even more.

He was worried about Jocelyn Morgan.

And Janelle was worried about him, wishing she could shoulder his burden, though she was powerless.

Once they finished surveying the scene, they continued to search separately. As the minutes ticked away, it quickly turned to evening. Hours had passed with still no news.

Ian, Trevor, and Janelle sat at an open-air restaurant, where the owner served three fragrant plates of egg fried rice.

They were all hungry, yet had no appetite, each anxious for Jocelyn Morgan, none taking their chopsticks first.

"Let’s eat something first," Ian looked up at them, picking up his chopsticks first, "Not eating or drinking won’t change anything now." His face was full of dismay, and deep inside, he was filled with self-reproach.