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His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped animal, exuding a dangerous aura.

Ethan didn't expect that things would change so much just when he went to the toilet.

He stared into Joe's eyes and said slowly:

"I don't know what happened to you, but you calm down first. If you encounter any difficulties, we will help you."

Mary also stood up and said seriously:

"Qiao, I believe what happened to you. A father's feelings for his daughter will not be fake. You need our help now."

Only then did Joe let go of his grip on the sheets. He looked at Ethan and said dullly:

"Sorry, I can't let the police get involved in this matter. My daughter is still in the hands of others."

Ethan nodded and lifted his coat.

"I don't have a badge on me and this is not my jurisdiction."

"I am just a civilian now. If you are willing to tell me clearly what you have experienced, believe me, I can provide you with a lot of help."

"Why should I believe you?" Joe's eyes were still wary.

Ethan said categorically: "You can trust me, because you saved me yesterday, and I owe you."

Joe looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, leaned against the wall, and told what happened to him.

Twenty years ago, on the night of his daughter's birthday, he was entrusted by his boss to receive a large client of the company, for which he had a fierce quarrel with his wife.

However, during the dinner together, Joe was depressed and alcoholic, and while the client was going to the toilet, he verbally teased the client's wife.

As a result, he was humiliated in public. He knew that he had messed up the matter. After that, it would be difficult to keep his job. In frustration, he got drunk.

After the drunken Joe left the hotel, he wanted to go to Chucky's pub to continue getting drunk, but Chucky turned him away and told him to go home quickly.

Just as he staggered away, his vision went dark, and when he woke up, he found that he was imprisoned.

Mary moved a chair and sat down, "Could it be your client who did it?"

Joe shook his head and said, "Chucky and I checked on the computer last night. The couple died in a plane crash a few years ago."

He looked out the window again, talking about what happened to him with a complicated expression.

During his life in captivity, Joe could only live in a small room, and he was provided with fixed meals every day.

Programs could also be watched on the television, but other than that, no one had any communication with him.

Through a TV news program, he painfully discovered that his wife had been raped and brutally tortured to death.

And according to the news report, because there was his own blood and hair at the scene, the murderer turned out to be himself.

The three-year-old daughter was also adopted. The person who imprisoned him seemed to have a bad taste and kept broadcasting the news about her girl's subsequent adoption on TV.

Because of his own fault, his wife was killed by a prostitute, his daughter was homeless, and Qiao began to drink crazily.

During his endless imprisonment, Joe had a mental breakdown and committed suicide, but he was rescued by his captors.

Living in hell, he could only pin all his energy on his daughter Mia. At his request, Joe obtained some stationery from the person who imprisoned him.

For more than ten years, he insisted on writing unsendable letters to his daughter.

He stopped drinking, exercised, and vowed to take revenge for everything he had experienced.

He dug his fingernails into the cracks in the bathroom wall every day. Year after year of hard work, the wall tiles were pulled off by him and the hole in the wall expanded.

When he was ready to escape, he was knocked unconscious by the white smoke coming out of the room.

After waking up, he appeared in a large suitcase in the lawn.

He was wearing a black suit, some cash and a mobile phone.

There is also a white pillowcase, which contains letters he has written to his daughter over the past ten years.

"Man, I have to say, you were really beaten badly." Ethan crossed his arms and looked at the poor man.

"Do you believe what I said?" Joe's eyes rolled dully.

"I believe it." Ethan nodded. "I believe you have been locked up for a long time. I also believe in the efforts a father can make to find his daughter. I have experienced this."

Ethan thought of Blake and her father, who had the same emotions as Joe.

"No matter who did these things, this person must hate you with a hatred that even death cannot satisfy."

Ethan lit up his cigarette and said to Joe.

Mary was also leaning on the shelf blankly. Joe was imprisoned and had no way to see his daughter.

But her father died early, which is another extreme.

She sighed, reached out to grab the cigarette held by Ethan, put it in her mouth, and then asked.

"Do you have any clues about this guy?"

Qiao gritted his teeth and said: "In the past twenty years, I have thought about it over and over again, and I have never thought that I have done anything that deserves to go to hell, and I have to go through all this.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ethan, "This is the list I made. I have put all the people who might do such a thing to me."

After Ethan lit another cigarette for himself, he took the paper. Most of the densely packed names on it had been crossed out.

Qiao said in a low voice: "The ones crossed out are the people Chucky and I checked on the computer last night and there are no suspects."

Ethan handed the paper in his hand back to him, "Where's the phone?"

"I remember you mentioned a mobile phone just now. I don't think the person who let you go would give you a mobile phone for no reason."

Joe took out his cell phone from his pocket, "That man called me last night. This psycho made me look at everything I did in my life until he contacted me again."

"So you should understand why I can't let the police get involved. Now that person knows very well the whereabouts of my daughter and also knows my situation."

"Where's the number on it?" Ethan asked quickly.

"The number has been blocked." Joe shook his head helplessly. "I have to find this person. I need to get my daughter back."

Mary frowned and said, "If we find your daughter first."

Joe grabbed his head in pain, "There is no clue, and in her heart, I will always be the murderer of her mother, and I need to prove my innocence."

"Don't worry, I will help you as a civilian." Ethan extended his hand to Qiao.

Mary also stretched out her hand, "Don't forget that there is me. We must find this pervert."

Joe raised his head, his eyes were red, and the three people's hands were tightly held together.

"What should we do next?"

Mary bit her lip and looked at Ethan. This was the first time she had experienced such a thing.

After Ethan pondered for a while, he said:

"Next, let's start with a phone call."