Robert Harris woke up and nodded vigorously, "Alright! I'll tell you everything I know."
I remained silent, my hands behind my back, waiting for Robert Harris's answer.
Robert Harris looked at me with a complex expression and sighed, "Back then, I knew a boy from the Johnson Family fell into Deepwater Lake and was assumed dead. But unexpectedly, he survived."
Seeing no response from me, Robert Harris proceeded directly to the main topic:
"Five years ago, I was responsible for investigating some special cases in Northridge Province, and the incident at Mistwood Manor was the strangest I encountered that year."
"Go on," I squinted my eyes and said.
"When it happened, I was handling another case in Brooksdale, so I rushed over immediately. By the time I arrived, the people at the banquet had been dispersed, and when I saw your parents, they were gravely injured."
I froze, turned around, and questioned, "What did you say? Gravely injured? Not dead?"
