Chapter 942 Meeting In The Graveyard
"Hey, take it easy, and don't worry. Although his absence at this time is unusual, it does not necessarily mean that he has escaped. How about this? Let's split up and look for him separately. We'll call each other if there is any news."
"I agree." Anderson nodded.
Emmeline also raised her hand in agreement.
Seeing this, Jara didn't say anything.
"If you find him, don't get mad and bring him back first," Clarissa added.
He glanced at Clarissa and snorted, but he didn't refute.
Following then, the group of people went in two ways. Clarissa and Anderson were on one team, while Emmeline and Jara were on the other.
They had done a lot of work during the day. In fact, they were already very exhausted at this time, but the thing was in Mr. Gill's hands. They wouldn't be at ease if they didn't find him tonight.
By this time, most of the villagers had already turned off their lights.
The four of them looked for quite some time, nearly searching the entire village. Finally, Anderson found him in a grave.
As soon as he saw Mr. Gill, he called Jara.
Fortunately, Jara and Emmeline were not far away, and they immediately rushed over.
In the chilling wind, there were burial mounds all around. Unlike the common practice in cities, the villagers used traditional burial methods.
Almost all of the village's tombs were placed here. The four of them turned to face the center of the graveyard and saw a hunched old man leaning against a stele, murmuring something in a low voice. The owls' cries could be heard as the night wind blew in all directions. They couldn't help but feel that this scene was too odd and get goosebumps.
Emmeline whispered, "What is he doing?"
Anderson and Clarissa both shook their heads.
Jara's face was not in a pleasant mood. Clarissa grabbed him just as he was about to step out.
"What are you trying to do?"
"If he dares to fool us, I'll capture him and bring him back," Jara stated coldly.
Clarissa frowned and snatched him from his feet. She spoke in hushed tones and urged, "Don't mess around. This may be a misunderstanding. Let's talk about it when we're back."
Emmeline echoed, "Yes, the vibe here is strange. We don't want to get into a fight here. We'll talk about it later when we're back."
Glancing at her, Jara didn't say anything and walked over with them.
Mr. Gill had most probably heard their footsteps before and believed it was them. As a result, he didn't even bother to turn his head.
An old man in his eighties sat next to the tombstone in the middle of the night, a gray futon beneath him and a bottle of wine beside him. The scene looked sorrowful and vicissitudinous as the night breeze blew across his silver hair.
"So many of you looking for me. What? Are you guys afraid that I'll flee?"
he said as he drank.
Pursing her lips, Clarissa took a step forward.
"Mr. Gill, we returned and discovered that you were not around. We came to see you because we were worried that something bad would happen to you."
"Worried that something bad would happen to me?"
Mr. Gill acted as if he had heard a big joke. After that, he scowled and said, "Are you serious, little girl? Just tell me you're worried about the item you want. What's the point of putting on such a show?"
As he said that, he took another sip of wine.
Clarissa frowned.
Even though she was half a meter away from Mr. Gill, she could smell the alcohol. It was past midnight, and the weather was bitterly cold. He might fall ill in the blink of an eye if he lingered to drink and blow the night wind here.
So, she didn't waste any more time and just asked, "It's getting late, Mr. Gill. Shall we return?"
However, Mr. Gill shook his head.
"No! If you want to go back, you can. I'm not going back!"
He looked so stubborn that Jara was so angry that he rushed forward, wanting to beat him up.
However, Emmeline stopped him.
"Mr. Gill, who is buried here?" she questioned softly as she took a step forward and glanced at the gravestone.
He stared at the gray tombstone and was absent-minded for a long time before sighing.
"It's my wife. She's been dead for more than forty years."
As he spoke, he leaned over and lovingly wiped away the dust on the tombstone. He regarded it with the same reverence as if it were the world's most valuable treasure.
Clarissa grimaced as her gaze lingered for a minute on the tombstone.
Perhaps the names inscribed on the tombstones had weathered through time, and when combined with the gloomy sky, it was impossible to tell what was carved on them.
On the other hand, Clarissa felt a surge of respect in her heart as Mr. Gill claimed his wife was buried inside.
She stood up straight, put her palms together, and bowed politely.
Emmeline also drew Jara to pay their respects to the elderly lady who had died.
Following that, they turned to face Mr. Gill.
It was not until Mr. Gill caressed the gravestone for a while that he sighed and said, "My love, I'm going back. Don't worry. I'll accompany you sooner or later. You will no longer be lonely at that time."
His words made Clarissa and Emmeline's noses tingled.
After all, they were women. Although they appeared to be thought and cold on the outside, they were kind inside.
They disliked Mr. Gill because of his obstinacy, but that didn't imply they were unconcerned about his feelings.
After all, they would feel an inexplicable emotion as they watched an elderly man say these things to a woman who had been deceased for 40 years.
Clarissa sighed, stepped forward, and helped Mr. Gill to his feet.
"Mr. Gill, let us send you back."
Hearing this, Mr. Gill looked at her and nodded without refusal.
When the group of people returned to the villa, Mr. Gill sat on a chair in the living room, smoking a cigarette.
Next to him, Anderson and the others were staring at him without moving.
"Mr. Gill, we came here to seek your help sincerely," Clarissa said, "I'm sure you're not the type to make outrageous demands. Besides, we have no desire for your valuables. The jade pendant is just an ordinary antique in your hand, but it is a life-saving thing in our hands.
"As the saying goes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda. Don't you want to do some good on your wife's behalf since she's been gone for so long? We hope you can hand us over the thing, and we will agree to any of your terms."
With a mocking tone, Mr. Gill looked at her and said,
"Do some goods on her behalf? Do you think I will believe this?"
He took out another cigarette as he spoke.
While putting on his clothes, he added, "I've been living for over 80 years. In this world, I've seen and done a lot of things. To me, your words are a joke!"
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