Chapter 57 The Truth

Jack felt uneasy and decided to verify his memory, so he sat up from the bed, opened his laptop, and called up the video material he had browsed before.

He zoomed in on the video and focused on the scene where Eva fell in the corridor.

In the video, there was an obvious blood hole on Eva's forehead, and her abdomen was also stained with blood. Looking closely, her chest did not rise and fall, and she was obviously no longer breathing.

Jack checked the shooting time in the upper right corner of the video, which showed 4:08 am on November 12, three years ago.

The next video was a similar time on November 13.

If Eva was not dead, how could she come back to life in this case?

Jack looked at his phone again and recalled carefully that before Eva sent the "I hate you" text message on November 22, she had also communicated with him via text messages and even phone calls on November 21. She said she was very tired and didn't want to argue anymore.

At that time, Jack's conversation with her was roughly "I don't want to argue, but this matter is indeed important."

This means that in the ten days after Eva's death in the video, although the two did not meet, they kept in touch through phone calls and text messages.

This further confirms that the text message on November 12 could not have been sent by default.

Jack recalled this and felt a splitting headache.

At that time, he had not yet traveled to this world, and the communication with Eva was all done by the original owner. Since he traveled to this world, he learned about these situations by absorbing the original owner's memories.

But every time he tried to recall this past, it was like touching the most painful part of the original owner's memory, and his headache would worsen.

After a short recollection, he had to give up.

But one thing is certain, the original owner did have text messages and phone calls with Eva after November 12.

Therefore, there are only two possibilities left now: one is that Eva did not die at that time, and the other is that she was resurrected after death.

Jack held his head with both hands, supported his elbows on the workbench, and stared at the woman in the video.

He realized that he still had too little information.

At this moment, he felt deeply that it was necessary to show his ability to the special case investigation team so that he could use their special resources to obtain more investigation clues from the Sheriff's Office.

Just then, the door opened, and Clare came home with her schoolbag on her back, her little face flushed by the sun.

She saw the cold medicine on the table and asked in surprise: "Jack, didn't you take the medicine?"

Jack shook his head: "I'm fine now, my body recovered very quickly, my throat was hoarse on the first day, and I was basically fine the next day after taking the medicine."

"Still be careful." Clare shook her head gently.

She put down her schoolbag, changed into home clothes, walked into the kitchen and said: "The teacher said that there was a smell of oil smoke on my school uniform. I have to pay attention now and can't cook in school uniform."

"Don't you do your homework?" Jack asked curiously.

"The teacher asked for leave for the last class today, and other students were playing games. I took the opportunity to finish all my homework." Clare replied.

This good child made Jack not worry at all, and there was no need to remind her what to do.

Clare walked into the kitchen, and a voice came from inside: "Jack, what did you eat for lunch?"

"Two fried eggs and a box of milk." Jack replied.

"You have been sick these days and your diet has been abnormal. I will cook the meal early so that you can eat early." Clare said.

Jack nodded. He suddenly had an illusion. He didn't know whether he was taking care of Clare after adopting her, or she was taking care of him in return.

This child is really sensible!

While Clare was cooking, Jack returned to the workbench and started carving the sculpture. Blood Eyes could not continue for the time being. Among the new wood materials in the store, there was still a piece of shadow wood left in the store.

He planned to make a new one based on the existing wardrobe sculpture, and wax the original wardrobe sculpture at the same time.

More than forty minutes later, Clare shouted at the door of the bedroom: "Jack, it's time to eat."

Jack had eaten little today, and his stomach had begun to protest. He nodded, came to the living room, and saw that Clare had already laid out the dishes.

He went to the kitchen to get two bowls of rice, brought back two pairs of chopsticks, and handed them to Clare.

After sitting down, he casually asked: "How is your study recently?"

Clare took a bite of the rice: "Not bad, first in the whole grade."

You call this not bad? Jack was stunned for a moment.

Seeing his look, Clare couldn't help but laugh: "There is another boy named Lin Xuanqi in the second grade of our elementary school. Together with me, the teachers call us 'Double Lin's Domination'. When I transferred to the orphanage school, he was too arrogant in the second grade of the Old Town First School. Now that I am back, he has immediately become honest!"

Jack was amused by her description and almost spit out his rice.

After finally stopping laughing, he reminded her, "Don't be proud."

"I've never been proud." Clare shook her head, "They like to compare, whether it's shoes, watches, mobile phones, or the family car."

She paused and said, "Whenever they say this, I pretend not to hear it. But when they say that mom and dad bought them things and prepared many gifts for them on their birthdays, I just walk away."

Clare's face darkened a little when she said this.

"I can buy you anything you need." Jack picked up a chopstick of garlic-mashed cabbage for her.

Clare shook her head, "It's enough to have something to eat and something to wear. Mom said that people shouldn't compare with each other, saying that it would make them angry to death, and she also asked me not to ask her why she knew."

Jack smiled.

Clare looked up at him: "Now the happiest thing for me is that you are there every day when I go home, and even if you are not at home, you will leave me a note, so I won't be worried or scared at all."

Jack looked at the note on the table and smiled: "I will buy a stack of colorful sticky notes someday, and it will represent another way of communication between us in the future. Save it and don't throw it away!"

"Okay." Clare smiled, and the baby fat on her face made her mouth show two shallow dimples.

"But clothes and shoes still need to be bought." Jack said: "Although I can't afford expensive ones, it is no problem to meet daily life. Well, tomorrow is the weekend, let's go shopping together."

"Yeah." Clare nodded quickly, looking excited.

She also learned from Jack, picked up some stir-fried meat with lettuce, and put it in Jack's bowl.

Jack took a bite, and then his smiling expression paused slightly.

He pointed at the lettuce and casually asked Clare: "Clare, is this dish salty when you eat it?"

Clare was stunned, picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in her mouth, chewing gently, but without any expression.

Jack put down his chopsticks, his expression was gentle, and he looked at her seriously. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "It's nothing, Jack won't blame you. Tell me, is it true that you can't taste the saltiness?"

Clare also put down her chopsticks, staring at the stir-fried meat with lettuce in front of her, slowly, crystals began to flow in her eyes, and she nodded slowly: "Not only salty, but also sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, I can't taste it!"

"No sense of taste!?" Jack was stunned.