Measures

The wooden stairs sounded like knocks on a door beneath their feet, a stark contrast to the warmth indoors and the snow outside.

The decorations and furnishings in the corridor suited that atmosphere perfectly.

When Su Ming found Charles, the boy was standing on tiptoe with his face pressed to the window, watching the marsh outside. Who knew whether he could sense the hibernating crocodiles from time to time.

He was only a few years old, yet his face was utterly calm, as if he had lost all emotion. It was deeply unsettling.

"You're back, Mr. Wilson." Charles held onto the windowsill and turned around. The snow atop the branches outside trembled before falling to the ground.

"I've caught the man who killed your father. If you want to know why, you can go see for yourself."

Su Ming pointed at the floor, indicating that the man was downstairs.

Charles looked at Su Ming, still carrying the chill from outside, and nodded politely. "Thank you."

He showed no anger or agitation. He remained as still as a deep well, calm and unruffled, and slowly headed downstairs at an ordinary pace.

"What are you planning to do with the killer?" Su Ming followed Charles and placed a hand on his bald head.

Charles stopped at the stairway entrance and looked at the translucent hibernation chamber in the common room below. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't know. Now that you've helped me fulfill my wish, I feel lost instead. I always wanted to catch the killer, but now that I have, I don't know how to deal with him."

Su Ming sighed and led Charles downstairs. "Read his memories first. There are some things I need to verify through him. Where's your mother?"

"She was crying in secret