Chapter 57 kidnapped

Watching them leave the cafe, a mischievous thought suddenly arose in my mind. I suddenly wanted to see the battlefield where they played the game!

Despite lurking on the online forum for years, I felt compelled to post today.

Usually, when an expert posts, the comments are all blessings.

Making up my mind, I left my seat and began to search carefully.

Soon, I found their seats, the coffee on the table still emitting heat, and the scent of a woman's perfume lingering in the air.

I took out my phone to take a picture, and at that moment, a strange symbol on the sofa cushion caught my attention.

I hurried over to take a closer look. It seemed to be a font deliberately scratched out by someone's fingernail.

Upon careful examination, it turned out to be the word 'Help.'

I was stunned at that moment.

Oh my, help?

A shiver ran down my spine. Could it be that the girl was actually crying out for help earlier?