chapter13：call out

Amy stood rooted to the spot.

After a while, she shook her head gently and thought to herself, "What's wrong with me?

Maybe I'm just too tired from the journey.

After all, coming to this place related to detectives, my subconscious might be seeing every person I come across as Conan." Little did she know that the little boy in the mirror was young Tom.

...

As for young Tom on the other side, he was in a state of extreme shyness and panic at the moment.

His face flushed as red as a ripe apple, and his inner monologue was in chaos like ants on a hot pan.

"Oh my god, she's my bus goddess! How could she have seen me taking a bath?

This is so embarrassing.

I've always dreamed of showing my handsomest side in front of her, but the first time she got to know me was when I was taking a bath. Wuwuwu.

" Young Tom paced back and forth in the room like a headless chicken, not knowing what to do.

The more young Tom thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"What should I do? This must be the worst way to get to know someone in history.

If she finds out that the little boy taking a bath was me, what will she think? Will she think I'm a very rude person?" Young Tom's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In the room, Amy, although finding what had just happened a bit strange, didn't take it too much to heart.

She began to explore the room, touching the exquisite furniture one moment and looking at the paintings on the wall the next, as if searching for some clues to her memories.

"This place is really interesting.

Maybe more exciting things will happen."

Amy's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

...

In his own room, after a fierce mental struggle, young Tom finally calmed down slowly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and said to himself, "Forget it.

Maybe this is a special kind of fate.

Although this beginning is a bit awkward, maybe there will be a turning point later.

Maybe it's fate that made me and Amy meet in such a unique way." Young Tom began to fantasize.

He imagined the scene when he would see Amy again.

He would muster up the courage to say hello to her and then explain what had happened today.

He imagined that Amy would forgive him with a smile, and then they would take a walk in the villa together and explore this mysterious place together.

The corners of young Tom's mouth turned up unconsciously, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

...

Time flowed slowly in this wonderful atmosphere.

Before they knew it, it was nearly eight o'clock.

Amy put on the home - style pajamas prepared by the butler.

The clothes were soft, comfortable, and yet elegant.

The moment she put them on, Amy seemed to turn into a princess in a castle.

She walked out of the room gently and headed towards the first floor.

At this time, young Tom also straightened his clothes, patted his nervously flushed face gently, and then walked out of the room.

His heart was like a little rabbit in his chest, both looking forward to and afraid of suddenly meeting Amy on the stairs or in the corridor.

Amy walked down the stairs, and a beautiful scene unfolded before her eyes.

The living - room lights were soft and warm, shining on the delicate ornaments as if covering them with a golden veil.

She took a deep breath, feeling the unique charm of this place.

Young Tom came to the stairway and saw Amy coming down the stairs at a glance.

His heart beat suddenly faster, and his throat seemed to be choked by something.

He wanted to say hello but was too nervous to speak.

Amy's eyes swept over young Tom, and she thought the little boy looked a bit familiar but couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

She smiled and nodded at young Tom, and young Tom's face instantly turned red as he nodded back in a flustered manner.

Just at this awkward yet warm moment, the radio in young Tom's bag suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

The melodious music flowed out from the radio, breaking the originally tense atmosphere.

Young Tom quickly bent down to pick it up, stammering as he did so, "I'm... I'm sorry.

This radio is my treasure. It... it just slipped out by itself." Amy couldn't help but laugh, finding this little boy extremely cute: "It's okay. The music from this radio is very nice." Young Tom looked up at Amy's smile, and most of his nervousness dissipated.

He summoned up his courage and said, "Sister, you really look like a goddess I saw on the bus." Amy's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise as she said with a laugh, "Oh? That's really quite a coincidence." Young Tom said nervously, "Sister, do you like this radio...? I'll give it to you..."

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and Amy woke up from her dream with a start.

She found herself in front of the computer desk on the second floor of the villa in the mountain resort.

She was so startled that she fell to the floor.

Outside the door came the butler's puzzled knock: "Miss Amy, are you all right? Almost all the guests have arrived.

You can go downstairs for dinner in half an hour." Amy replied softly, "I'm fine, thank you, butler." As the butler's footsteps faded away,

Amy sat back in front of the computer and continued to submit her resume.

After experiencing so many strange things, she thought it was time to pursue her criminal investigation dream and planned to change her career direction from the United Nations (UN) to a private detective (PT).

The dream just now seemed to give her new motivation.

The radio that had somehow appeared in the room made a squeaking sound.

Amy listened intently, and Tom's panicked shouts came from it: "No, don't do this to me.

I'm wrong. I'm sorry." Amy was worried and thought to herself, "What on earth is wrong with Tom?" Immediately after that, the sound of a whip hitting the bed board and a dog barking furiously came, and Amy's heart jumped into her throat.

Immersed in this tense atmosphere, Amy was interrupted by the butler's knock again.

She composed herself, picked up the radio, put it in her bag, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.

As Amy walked, she held the radio close to her ear and heard Tom's weak voice for help: "Amy, save me, save me..." Amy quickly replied, "Tom, what's wrong with you? Where are you?" Tom said weakly, "I... I can't take it anymore.

I want to end all this, but I'm so scared.

Amy, please save me.

Call the police for me." Amy hurriedly said, "Tom, don't do anything stupid.

Tell me your phone number, and I'll call the police right away.

" Tom struggled to say a series of numbers, and Amy quickly dialed, but the receiver said, "The number you dialed does not exist.

Please check and dial again." Amy frowned and sat in front of the computer to search for Tom's information.

When she saw the results, her heart sank.

The information showed that Tom would die in a mental hospital soon, and it was Tom from seventeen years ago.

Amy said dejectedly to the radio, "Tom, I... I don't know how to tell you.

" Tom asked eagerly, "Amy, what's wrong? Was there a problem with calling the police?" Amy hesitated and then said, "Tom, be strong. I'll find a way to save you.

Don't give up hope." Tom seemed to sense something: "Amy, are you hiding something from me? Tell me. No matter how bad it is, I can bear it." Amy bit her lip and said, "Tom, you are from seventeen years ago.

The information shows that you will die in a mental hospital soon.

But I don't want to give up.

I want to change this outcome." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the radio, and then Tom said slowly, "So that's how it is.

No wonder it's so hopeless.

But Amy, thank you for telling me and for wanting to save me." Amy said firmly, "Tom, you must cheer up.

Let's work together." However, at this time, the radio went quiet, and the call was cut off. Amy looked at the radio and secretly made up her mind to change all this.

Amy picked up the radio, stuffed it into her bag, and walked out of the room.