The traffic light just turned red. When Tim looked at it, he discovered that Leonardo was referring to the
people standing behind Summer in the photo.
Tim did not feel anything unusual.
"They are just passers-by," Tim said.
Leonardo looked at it and said seriously, "I have never seen these people before."
"What?" Tim was puzzled.
Leonardo had never been to Sydney in the past few months. He had only seen Summer in the photo.
Had Leonardo remembered all the people who had appeared in the background of Summer's photos?
Tim was still in surprise when he heard Leonardo saying calmly, "Have someone investigate who these
people are and watch them carefully."
"Yes, sir," Tim replied.
He drove the car to the apartment.
Leonardo entered the building and then Tim left.
Leonardo opened the door and it was pitch black in the room.
He turned on the lights and went straight into the bedroom.
Summer's photos were all over the room.
These photographs had been taken by his subordinates in Sydney in the past few months. Some were
clear while some blurry.
Leonardo hadn't deleted any photograph and developed them all even though some were very blurry.
Leonardo took off his coat and slowly rolled up his sleeves onto his forearm. He walked over to the
printer with a cable, connected his phone and started printing today's new photos.
Summer was awakened by the deafening music in the midnight.
She opened her eyes in the darkness in confusion. Then she recognized that the music came from
next door.
She knew that young people were energetic, but that was not the reason to disturb people by throwing
a party in the midnight.
Summer got out of bed. She walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out.
There was only a fence between her house and the next house. From her room she could see the
burning campfire in the yard next door, and the people sitting round.
The campfire was very bright and not far away. Summer recognized several youths who she had seen
at the door when she went out for dinner.
She remembered their figures and the clothes they had worn during the day.
This area was very far from the city. Most of the people living here were retired people, so those youths
were very conspicuous. People could easily remember them.
Some of them looked strange to Summer. There were both boys and girls, some of which were flirting.
Summer was not the only one being disturbed, but no one had come out to stop them.
They seemed not to be trifled with. Besides, Summer was pregnant, so she did not dare to confront
them.
She went back to bed and pulled the quilt over her head to cover herself up, but she could still hear the
noise.
Not until dawn did it gradually quiet down.
Summer didn't sleep well, so she felt exhausted in the morning. She sluggishly baked herself two
pieces of bread and prepared to boil an egg for breakfast.
Just as she was waiting for the water to boil, here came a knock on the door.
Summer turned around and looked in the direction of the door. She frowned slightly and walked to the
door.
Summer took a look and found that it was a girl. So she opened the door.
The girl greeted her, "Hi!"
"What can I do for you?" Summer blocked the door, not letting the girl into the room.
The girl wore a pink hoodie and hot pants that were so short that could hardly cover her butt. She
looked very young.
As Summer sized up the girl, the girl was also sizing up her.
The girl looked at Summer's belly, and then Summer's face. She said to Summer in English, "Excuse
me, may I use your bathroom? There are too many people in my friend's house. I have to queue up to
use the toilet. But I can't wait anymore."
Summer hesitated for a while and said, "Sorry, my husband is in the bathroom. He has constipation. If
you don't mind waiting for an hour..."
"My goodness..." The girl made an exaggerated expression, "I feel so sorry for you."
Then, the girl turned around and left.
Summer closed the door.
However, she did not go back to the kitchen. Instead, she looked out through the crack in the door.
She saw the girl walk out to meet up with a boy.
The girl said something and then the boy turned to look towards Summer's door.
Although Summer knew that they couldn't see her, she was still shocked.
No one would ever want to mess with them.
The girl had definitely not come to use the bathroom. Probably, she had come to see if Summer was
living alone.
Teenagers liked to seek strong sensations and could do anything for that.
Summer had never thought of others with malice, but those youths were really suspicious.
Back in the kitchen, Summer didn't even have the mood for breakfast.
How about moving out for a few days?
The more Summer thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
The people next door had been playing wildly all night, so they must be sleeping now. If she got out
now, she probably wouldn't meet them.
So Summer packed up some clothes and went out with her backpack.
She couldn't afford to provoke them, so she had to move away.
Summer locked the door and looked around to confirm that there was no one around. Then she felt
somewhat assured and kept on walking.
However, when she walked out of the courtyard, she found a person standing against the wall.
He was a blonde with a pair of blue eyes. And he wore a red coat, looking young, but he was tall. He
must be at the age of puberty as he looked abnormally thin.
He supported himself with one hand on the wall and smiled, "Hey, beauty."
Summer subconsciously drew back, nodded slightly to greet him, and turned around to walk to the
other side.
But the boy followed up.
He said in English, "Hey, stop. We have just met yesterday. Don't you remember me?"
Summer ignored him and quickened her pace.
However, the boy was taller than her and his legs were longer, so he caught up with her soon. He held
her hand tightly and said, "I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Don't you speak English? Where do
you come from?"
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