Chapter 319 One Hundred Beggars

Chapter 319 One Hundred Beggars

The private detective spent the whole day playing video games, then went to a bar and got completely drunk, and used the deposit Benjamin gave him to party all night.

It wasn't until the next morning that he was woken up by Benjamin's phone call.

Holding his splitting head, he reluctantly answered the phone.

"How's it going? Did you find her?"

The private detective gave a helpless smile. He rubbed his temples and casually made up a lie.

"Of course, I've been working really hard on this. I take my work very seriously."

"Since I took your money, naturally, I have to deliver on what you need."

"I've already received information that someone once saw her at a flea market on the south side of town."

The private detective paused, then continued.

"That's right, at the south side flea market, every Wednesday there's a beggar wearing a black T-shirt."

"I have more important leads to investigate right now, but if you're too anxious, you can go check it out first."

"If you find anything, we can share information."

The private detective hung up the phone, but looking at the lit screen, he realized that today was actually Wednesday.

He felt a bit worried, afraid that Benjamin would see through his lie. After all, there was no beggar in a black T-shirt at the south side flea market at all.

But after drinking all night, he just felt tired and thirsty, so he tossed his phone aside and stopped thinking about it.

At the hospital, Benjamin was having breakfast.

When he learned the private detective had specific information, he nearly dropped his utensils.

"The south side flea market? I'll go right now."

He gulped down the food the caregiver brought in a few bites, then hurriedly jumped out of bed to find his shoes.

But after getting out of bed, he realized that all he had in the room were slippers and another set of hospital clothes.

Seeing that today was Wednesday, Benjamin didn't dare delay any longer. He had to leave now.

Without bothering to change clothes, he left wearing his hospital gown and slippers.

He worried that if he went too late and the beggar had just left, he would miss the best chance to find Isla.

The caregiver chased after him, shouting loudly.

"Mr. Tudor, where are you going?"

"The doctor said you can't leave the hospital."

Benjamin didn't have time to explain in detail, just called out while running.

"If the doctor asks, just say I went out to find someone."

"I'll try to get back before dark."

The caregiver watched Benjamin run farther and farther away, just shook his head, and went back to the room, slowly eating his breakfast.

Seeing that the chicken leg he brought for Benjamin hadn't been touched, he picked it up and started eating it.

"Can't let such good food go to waste."

At the Spencer Villa, William had gotten up early.

He had already received a reminder from Dylan.

Now watching the conversation between Benjamin and the private detective on the screen, he covered his mouth and laughed.

"South side flea market, beggar in a T-shirt."

"How interesting."

William held his coffee and took a light sip.

His brow slowly furrowed, then he looked at Dylan beside him.

"Too much sugar, too sweet."

Dylan quickly got up to change it. "I'm sorry, I made it with the usual amount."

William looked at Dylan with some surprise, but still pushed him away.

"Forget it, leave it."

He thought it strange - had he always been drinking such sweet coffee?

Why did today's coffee have more sugar than yesterday's?

Dylan stopped awkwardly, then continued to ask.

"But there are no beggars at the south side flea market at all."

"If Ms. Tudor's father really goes there, even if he turns the flea market upside down, he won't see any beggars."

William held his cup and slowly looked up at Dylan.

"Now that you mention it, you've reminded me of something."

"That's right, go arrange for a hundred beggars at the south side market."

"Every single one of these hundred beggars must wear a black T-shirt."

Dylan was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood William's intention and turned to leave.

Benjamin moved quickly, but Dylan was even faster.

When Benjamin arrived at the flea market, he found the streets on both sides filled with beggars.

These beggars all looked similar, with layers of grime on their faces gleaming darkly in the sunlight.

Their black T-shirts had many holes, revealing bodies that hadn't been washed in ages.

Each person had a clanging tin bowl in front of them.

When Benjamin appeared, all the beggars' eyes turned toward him.

But none of them stood up, just sat there waiting.

"Kind person, please give some money."

"Food would be fine too, good people get good rewards."

"Do good deeds, have a peaceful life."

Benjamin was stunned, looking at the mass of beggars.

He steadied himself and walked up to the first beggar, then pulled out his phone to ask.

"Hello, have you seen this person?"

The beggar in front of him just banged the tin bowl louder and didn't even look at his phone.

Benjamin thought for a moment and felt his pockets, but he had no cash on him at all.

Seeing his appearance, the beggar chuckled and pushed the tin bowl a little closer to Benjamin, then pulled out an old phone and tapped the screen, bringing up a payment app with his account name on it.

Benjamin finally understood and sent the beggar a small tip.

Within seconds, a notification tone sounded from the beggar's phone.

Only then did he look satisfied and glance at the photo on Benjamin's phone.

"Sorry, I've never seen this person."

Benjamin persisted and asked again.

"You're here all day, think carefully, maybe you've seen her before."

The beggar's face immediately turned cold, and his tone became distant.

"I said I haven't seen her, so I haven't. Why are you being so difficult? Get lost, go on, go."

Benjamin sighed. He could only walk to the second beggar and repeat the payment process.

"Have you seen her?"

"This is really important to me, please think carefully."

The beggar stared at the photo on his phone, squinted his eyes, pretended to think deeply, then tapped the tin bowl again.

His meaning was clear. Benjamin had no choice but to scan the code again and transfer another small tip.

This time, the beggar scratched his messy hair, then said with a smile.

"I don't usually stay in the same place. This is my first time at the flea market today."

"Sorry, I haven't seen a woman like this today."

"If you transfer more money to me, I'll keep an eye out for you."

Benjamin sighed. The third beggar's eyes were already eagerly looking at him.

He then flipped the tin bowl over and waited.