Chapter 542: The Missing Mr. Turner

Chapter 542: Chapter 542: The Missing Mr. Turner

Every day, he reported his situation to Ms. Turner as usual, saying he had captured a lot of good footage with his camera. He could edit plenty of videos from it and guaranteed every single one would be highly entertaining.

When Mr. Turner made a video call, he excitedly shook the memory card in his hand. "There are quite a few treasures in here. In a few days, I’ll find an opportunity to go home, edit the videos, and publish them.

"Our good days are coming!"

Hearing Mr. Turner say this, Ms. Turner breathed a sigh of relief. She realized she had been overthinking; things weren’t actually as bad as she had imagined. However, she still instinctively reminded her brother to stay safe and not get too cocky. It wouldn’t be too late to celebrate once he got out.

But Ms. Turner didn’t expect that during their usual call time the next day, Mr. Turner would act a bit off.

Mr. Turner, who usually liked to keep his entire upper body in the frame, only showed his eyes and forehead this time. He spoke much faster than before, and his voice sounded rather muffled. Ms. Turner found this strange. Before she could even ask, Mr. Turner said he had something to do and hurriedly hung up.

This had never happened before.

By the time of their call the following day, Ms. Turner had grown wary. She placed another phone outside her camera’s range, angling it perfectly to record the video call screen.

This time, Mr. Turner’s condition was even worse. He still only showed his eyes and forehead, but he spoke even faster. His gaze darted around erratically, frequently glancing to the side, as if someone was standing guard nearby.

To verify her suspicions, just as Mr. Turner was about to hang up, Ms. Turner suddenly asked, "When are you coming back? Mom and Dad are arriving soon.

"They’ve never liked you doing this job. If they don’t see you in a few days, they’ll definitely be angry. I won’t be able to calm them down on my own."

Sure enough, Mr. Turner glanced to the side even more frequently. After more than ten seconds, he replied, "In about three days. I’m still missing a bit of footage, but I should have it collected in about three days.

"I’ll head back then. I definitely won’t leave you to face Mom and Dad alone."

After answering the question, Mr. Turner didn’t wait for Ms. Turner’s response and abruptly ended the video call.

However, she had asked what she needed to ask, and the recorded video was complete enough, not to mention Mr. Turner’s three-day timeframe. Ms. Turner could only suppress her unease and wait for the promised three days. If she hadn’t heard anything by then, she would call the police immediately.

Fortunately, on the morning of the third day, Mr. Turner called, and the two arranged to meet at a coffee shop.

When Ms. Turner arrived, she saw her brother sitting neatly dressed in a chair, an iced Americano in front of him. The surrounding seats were entirely empty.

"Why are you—" Ms. Turner walked over quickly. Just as she opened her mouth, she saw Mr. Turner tilt his pinky finger upward. The words on the tip of her tongue instantly changed. "Why did you only order for yourself? Where’s mine?"

"Order it yourself. You’re a working adult now; do you still expect your brother to pay for your food?" Mr. Turner rolled his eyes at his sister in annoyance, then waved a waiter over and ordered another cup.

Once the food was served, the two chatted idly.

"You’ve recorded enough footage, haven’t you? It’s time to come back. Mom and Dad arrived yesterday and were asking me if you had gone out again," Ms. Turner said.

Mr. Turner’s expression remained unchanged, but his hand movements paused slightly upon hearing the question. He then replied, "I’m not going back for now. I found something fun and plan to record a bit more. I might as well take this time to get some good rest too.

"Help me stall Mom and Dad for a bit."

Hearing this, Ms. Turner’s heart sank, but she didn’t show it on her face. She complained a few more times before watching Mr. Turner leave.

After he was gone, she didn’t get up immediately. Instead, she stayed in her seat and finished the breakfast in front of her before leisurely grabbing her bag to go to work.

Ms. Turner’s expression remained unchanged the entire way. It wasn’t until she sat down at her cubicle that she began to gasp for air, her hands flying across her notepad as she jotted down the anomalies she had just noticed. At the same time, she mentally prepared herself: if she didn’t receive a call from Mr. Turner tomorrow, she would go straight to the police.

The next night, when it was time for the siblings’ usual video call, her phone remained completely silent. Ms. Turner spent an extraordinarily uneasy night.

Before six in the morning, she got up, called a few friends, and rushed toward the sanatorium community, demanding to see her brother by name.

The sanatorium’s property manager piled on a smile and enthusiastically asked about the purpose of her visit. Upon hearing Mr. Turner’s name, he said with a smile, "Mr. Turner checked out and left yesterday morning, saying he had urgent matters to handle.

"Didn’t Mr. Turner discuss this with his family? Our management office doesn’t know his whereabouts either. I apologize for not being able to help you."

At this point, the property manager seemed to think of something and added, "Our community’s service is excellent, and many tenants never want to leave once they move in. Mr. Turner was the first to check out this week, so we remember him very clearly.

"If you don’t have any other business, we won’t entertain you further. There is a lot of work to be done here."

Ms. Turner took a deep breath and made her request. "I want to see the security footage. Since your management remembers who checked out so clearly, you should also remember the approximate time."

Contrary to her expected resistance, the management office seemed fully prepared for family members to request the footage. Right in front of them, they pulled up a video clip on the computer.

Ms. Turner stared intently at the monitor. She did indeed see the back of Mr. Turner dragging his luggage away. From beginning to end, no one else appeared beside him, nor did he answer any phone calls or exhibit any other unusual behavior.

"Ms. Turner, now that you’ve finished watching the footage, do you have any other questions?" The property manager looked at her with a smile. It seemed that no matter what question she raised, he could find corresponding evidence to prove Mr. Turner had truly left.

After watching the entire video, Ms. Turner took a deep breath. She understood that relying on herself alone, it was impossible to find out anything from this sanatorium community. Since that was the case, she could only seek help from others.

The friends who had come to help also looked at Ms. Turner with concern. They wondered if they should keep pushing the issue under these circumstances.

Ms. Turner didn’t want the people behind the sanatorium community to notice the others around her, so she simply replied, "No."