C9 Disappeared!

After that, Jeremiah repeated the same words over and over again. He could feel a hint of sadness in her voice.

At that time, he was only surprised and a little embarrassed, but he was still hot-blooded.

He was also a little confused. He said with a dazed voice, "Clarie, what do you think others think of you? I hate you not because you don't like me, but because you don't know how much trouble you brought to others by hiding behind others!"

Claire did not say anything else. She lowered her head and looked at the painting in front of her.

Jeremiah wanted to say something, but she felt that there was nothing to say. So he left reluctantly.

He was annoyed, so he scolded her when they were training.

When he finally calmed down, he received news of Claire's disappearance.

The last day of their training, they had just come out of the camp and were about to head to the next moat. An old guide came over and told him, "Ning Lala is looking for you. A guest has gone missing."

The old guide spoke in a pure local accent. Jeremiah and the others only understood what he meant after listening for a while.

Ning Lala was the guest that Jeremiah lived in the inn in Vlertol. The old guide said that a guest had gone missing.

At that time, he did not know that the person he lost was Claire. He only knew that she was a young girl, and that she had disappeared in the Hell Valley.

Hearing what the old guide said, Jeremiah looked up at the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds and the snowy mountains were hidden in the thick fog. Even though the camp was not high up, visibility was still very low.

The weather was not good, and it seemed like there would be rain today.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult to search and rescue. However, when Jeremiah's teammates heard that there was a mission, they all became excited again. Among them, Ophelia was the most excited. Although she was a girl, she was very adventurous. This time, she had just gotten a rescue certificate and was on the team for the first time. She had received a rescue mission and rubbed her hands together as if she had won a lottery.

Maybe she was afraid that he would ditch her, so on the way back, she followed beside Jeremiah and chattered, "Boss, have you been to Hell Valley before? The name sounds scary. Is it because the terrain is especially steep? Sigh, I don't know how many days have passed since we lost our way. Are we still going to make it in time?"

She was very worried that they would be found on the way back. She was also worried that when they went over and found them, the time would be too long and the girl would be in danger.

Therefore, she could only sigh, "I wonder what kind of girl she is. Why is she going on foot alone? From what the old man said, she is also a guest of Ning Lala. Maybe we have met before."

Jeremiah ignored him and followed her. When they reached a place where the signal could be connected, his phone rang.

It was the inn's owner, Lettie, who called.

"Thank God, I finally found you." He could hear the exhaustion and suffering in her voice even through the electric wave. "Captain Carlson, I don't care where you are right now. I hope you can hurry over as soon as possible. The signal is not good, so I'll be brief. I will send you the information regarding the rescue. You can read it first. I'll be waiting for you at the rescue camp at the entrance of Hell Valley."

In the end, she continued, "Captain Carlson, please hurry up!"

The information transfer was very slow, and it took Jeremiah a while to sit in the car of Hell Valley.

The last photo was of the lost girl. At that time, Ophelia was holding the photo in her phone and showing it to her teammates. "Isn't this beautiful? The wind is coming, and the snow is pressing down on the top of the mountain. Doesn't it feel very special?"

The car drove very fast. The sun had yet to show itself in the morning, and the weather was especially gloomy. The phone screen darkened, and when it was lit up again, the photo had already been sent. Jeremiah looked at the person in the photo who slowly became clear: a white cotton dress, a black backpack, a clean face, and clear eyes that looked like they had been washed. He looked at him quietly through the screen.

Claire.

It was really as Ophelia had said.