Lost Memories | A Liskook Adaptation

Chapter 112: Persist With Your Original Intentions Part 1

The atmosphere at the square is bleak.

Lalisa has her hand in her pocket standing beside the "A" mark as she thinks deeply while frowning her eyebrows.

At a distance outside of the yellow tape, there are many bystanders holding up their cell phones and taking photos. They haven't been successful in asking them to leave. And behind her, Jungkook and the others are examining the area with a large group of forensic investigators. They're picking up the tiny pieces of flesh one by one off of the ground.

A perfect performance. An absurd murder.

These two phrases flash across her mind.

And during the time of murder.......she lifts her eyes again. 'A' had to have been among the crowd admiring in excitement and absorbing the feeling it's too much of a temptation for him to resist. It's so much fun! Therefore, with no doubt, he must have been at the scene.

It's just that there were too many people and he's very cunning, as well as cautious.

Lalisa lets out a "hmph!" turns around and leaves. The bystanders notice the movement of this beautiful looking female officer, so sounds of camera shutters go off behind her back, "click, click, click." Lalisa doesn't mind too much. She takes two steps and her body trembles suddenly. She recalls his words from that day: I am your most beloved little brother, A.

She pauses her footsteps. A shocking thought flashes across her mind— right now could he be among the crowd admiring her feeling vexed by the case?

A cold breeze blows into her heart slowly.

The answer is obvious. It's very possible!

The chance may slip away at any moment. She turns around quickly and walks toward the crowd. Her bright shining eyes look like water covered in icy air as they sweep across the people. The bystanders see her come, so they start chatting, take pictures, and make room for her. Lalisa doesn't bother with them. She zigzags through the crowd in search for him.

Tall, short hair, long legs, crisp voice, and a pair of clear yet lazy looking eyes. If she sees him again, she will definitely be able to recognize him.

But she can't find him.

Whether it's tall, short, chubby, or thin, they all look at her with excitement, but none of them has those pair of eyes.

She searches for a while and the people gathering around her are increasing. She stops and pants.

"Officer beauty, who are you looking for? You're not looking for the suspect, are you?" someone asks.

These words make the crowd a bit uneasy, "That can't be, can it?"

"You're kidding, right? There really is a suspect?"

Lalisa glances at the person who asked the question. It's a man in his thirties who has a pair of wretch-looking eyes and his wardrobe makes others feel uncomfortable. Therefore she answers annoyingly, "Bullshit! I spotted a friend just now so I came to look for him. Have you seen a guy who's about this tall. He's very young. He's wearing a cap and he's not bad looking. He was taking photos of me just now."

Everyone looks around, exchange gazes and shakes their head. "I didn't notice someone like that."

"There are too many people. There's no way I would have noticed." Someone even teases,

"There were a lot of people taking photos of you."

Lalisa doesn't say anything. She knows that he must have left already.