In the evening of the next day, the three of them set off. Seth was still stuck in his room, fiddling with his computer. The dump was full of beggars and diggers, but the Zares father and son were not found. So they went up to the homeless people to inquire about the news. Mike asked a few people, but they didn't hear at all, like a walking corpse. Seeing this, Jessica took out a few gold coins from her pocket and held them high and shouted, "Who can help us find the two people in the photo, these gold coins are his!" As soon as the words fell, a large group of people rushed up and said that they had seen it.

Jessica took out a pistol and pointed it at the sky in a fit of rage and said, "If anyone cheats us and wastes our precious time, I will never let him go!" The group of people were so frightened that they immediately subconsciously took a step back.

At this time, a middle-aged man with long black hair squeezed out of the crowd and said, "I've really seen it." But I've only seen this younger one, but he's not followed by the other person in the picture, because his hair is not black, but an old man with white hair who seems to have gone mad. That crazy old man was going to grab a leftover lunch box from me, and I repaired it, so I remember it very clearly! ”

"Where are they now?" Mike asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, give the gold coins first. The middle-aged man said slowly, stretching out his hand.

"Give one first, and then give you the rest when you find it. Jessica said categorically.

So the middle-aged man led the three of them through the streets and alleys to the bottom of a dilapidated pedestrian bridge that had been abandoned for a long time. Although Mike had a certain amount of mental preparation before meeting, when he really saw the incomparably tall father and son who were now down, the huge contrast still shocked Mike deeply. I don't know where they came from, the extremely ill-fitting tattered clothes (the name brand has long been snatched by other beggars), unkempt, the stench all over the body, and the dark nails between the hands, all make people feel that they are no different from the group of people just now. The white-haired old man behind Zamuk was none other than the unstoppable boss from before, Zales. But he looked more than ten years older than he had been before. And he was already delirious, half-leaning in the bridge hole and muttering something without knowing what to do. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mike wouldn't have believed that the white-haired old man in front of him was the same person as the big boss who was standing on the podium and talking about the theory of the poor and the rich to a group of interns!

"What, are you coming to see my jokes?" Zamuk said, staring at Mike viciously.

Before Mike could speak, Rain rushed up and grabbed Zamuk by the collar and shouted out of his mind, "You bastard! Give me back my mother!"

Zamuk raised his right fist to hit the rain, but Mike immediately pushed Zamuk to the ground. Then while stopping the rain, he said to Zamuk: "I finally understand a little bit now why rich people like money so much. Because if they run out of money, they really have nothing. It's pathetic!"

After Mike finished speaking, he turned to the rain and said, "Brother, I think they have been duly punished. They are as miserable as spineless caterpillars when they have lost their brands and luxury shells! It is a hundred times more painful for them to live like this than to kill them!"

Mike was right. Killing them is cheapening them. Jessica also helped explain.

After hearing this, Yu also felt that they were right, so he let go of his fist-clenched hands, but his eyes were still fiercely glaring at Zamuk.

"I have some money here, if you tell me my sister's whereabouts, you can use it to buy a boxed lunch for your father. Mike tried to learn from Jessica's routine and come up with useful information, but it didn't work.

"Why? I know what? I won't tell you. If you have the ability, you will kill me!" Zamuk, who had gradually lost his faith and dignity (accustomed to being spurned and chased after when begging), somehow put on a posture of going to fight Mike to the end. Perhaps Mike's sudden appearance today evokes a part of the soul of the confident young talent that still remains in his heart.

"I'm really polite to you, don't force me to do it!Zamuk!" Mike held back his anger and lifted Zamuk from the ground into the air with two powerful hands.

At this time, the gray-haired father rushed out from inside and protected Zamuk, shouting: "Don't beat my son! Don't beat my son! He's very well-behaved! I'm very well-behaved! I know where your sister is, and I tell you, don't beat him, okay?"

"Dad, don't say it, I'm not afraid of him!" Zamuk continued to shout viciously.

"Old man, as long as you say it, I guarantee that your son is okay. Say it. Jessica quickly followed her father's words.

"She's in that big, big, big waterfall, and there's this sign at the door. As he spoke, the old man drew a triangle on the ground with stones.

Zamuk pushed Mike away while everyone was looking at the ground, then covered his dad's mouth and said, "Are you mentally retarded? My dad is crazy, and he says that you believe it too." What a bunch of idiots!"

"Do you think it's credible?" Mike asked, turning to Jessica

"In my countless experience of interrogating people, often a madman's words are much more reliable than a liar. Jessica replied earnestly.

At this time, Zamuk's father bit Zamuk's hand, and Zamuk rolled on the ground with his hands in pain.

"What's the name of that waterfall, old man?" asked Jessica gently

"It's so big, it's so big, it's so high!" Except for the first few words, which were quite clear, then Zarus began to mumble gibberishly again. Seeing that they couldn't ask anything more, the three of them didn't bother anymore and left.