Chapter 705

Karl was still recovering from his gunshot wound and insisted on

returning to the police station.

Franklin finally gave up and knew that he could not possibly stop him.

On the third day, despite the doctor's objection, Karl wrapped a few

more straps around his abdomen by himself, endured the pain, and

discharged himself from the hospital. Then he came to the Second

Precinct, where he was to take charge of the search himself.

However, for the whole day, he went through the helicopter search

records, the marine police vessel log, and all the road surveillance, and

indeed, he still could not find Joyce.

It was like she had evaporated.

Incredible.

He knew that the golden rescue hours had long passed.

If not for his orders, the rescue team would have given up.

Now they were just looking for a needle in a haystack, looking aimlessly

and wasting human and financial resources.

Everyone advised him that there could be no more miracles and urged

him to give up.

However, he did not want to give up.

He was not going to give up either.

Everything did not make sense. If Joyce was really killed, it was

impossible that they could not find the body. The truth was, they could

not even find a shoe or a piece of clothing of her.

He was convinced that she was alive. She must still be alive.

Something must have happened, something he didn't know about.

In the next few days, he personally sent more people to search for her,

still in vain.

The waves still went on and on in the clean sea like they would never

stop.

But still, not a single trace of her could be found.

At the beginning it was full of faith in his heart, then the faith was worn

out bit by bit, and in the end, the panic of despair eroded to all limbs.

Gradually, even he himself became uncertain.

It was late at night on the weekend.

The streetlights were bright and the sky was also lit up by the stars.

Franklin drove him down to his apartment, where he leaned against the

wall, one step at a time, and slowly walked back to his home.

After days of intense search without even a stop, he had exhausted all

his energy. The gunshot wound in the abdomen, although it did not

crack, was still vaguely painful. He felt his forehead was hot, perhaps

feverish.

He didn't tell anyone and didn't want to go back to the hospital.

Before he could find Joyce, he couldn't be bothered to treat himself.

He lay down in a daze on his bed, with a chill running through his body

and his dull mind. He didn't want to do anything but wrap himself in the

covers and curl his whole body up, shivering.

That's it. The fever made him feel dizzy and confused, and it's just

good.

It's better than to be awake and feel the heartache and despair.

Late at night, Juanita arrived at Karl's apartment.

It was one of the more upscale apartments in Khebury, with a clean and

comfortable environment.

It was Franklin who told her the address and gave her the password to

the door lock as well.

For police officers like them, home was just a place where they slept.

For someone like Karl who seldom went back home, he had barely

spent any time here. Most of the times, it was Franklin or Victor who

would come to this apartment to pick up things for Karl when there was

an emergency operation.

So, they all know the code to Karl's home.

Juanita received a call from Franklin during the evening.

He told her that Karl was shot twice in the abdomen and insisted on

being discharged from the hospital on the third day and that he refused

to take his medication and he was not eating and sleeping properly.

The search for Joyce had been going on day and night.

When he sent Karl back to his apartment, he felt that Karl did not seem

right. His face was unusually scarlet and his eyes were red, but Karl

refused to go to the hospital.