As the time was ticking by, Henry Russell's palms were already full of sweat holding the phone. He was petrified about his dreadful speculation being confirmed, and of what horrendous actions the lunatic may carry out.
Both of them were like ants on a hot pot at home, running fruitlessly in circles and feeling helpless.
"Hello, have you seen this man?" Xu Feng was also panting heavily from running. Eventually, with persistence, he found a small grocery store owner who recognised the man and said that he had been to the shop to buy a pack of cigarettes.
"We're investigating a case. Could you tell me where this man might live?"
Hearing it was about a case, the shop owner was naturally willing to assist. He pointed to a nearby road and said, "Go down that road. There's an independent apartment there where he might live."
"Ok, thank you for your help."