At last, the poor passerby, face scrunched up, quietly ran past the wall and entered one of the stalls inside.

Henry Harris nodded his chin at The Vault, signaling to talk outside, as this place wasn’t quite suitable.

The two of them exited the restroom one after the other, heading toward the parking lot along the hospital’s emergency corridor.

The Vault followed Henry Harris at a measured distance—not too close, not too far. Captain Harris didn’t look back or press for answers; the two of them moved in sync until they reached the car.

As Henry Harris opened the car door to get in, The Vault, having sorted out her thoughts, spoke softly: “I didn’t mean to say this has nothing to do with Leonard Campbell. What I meant was, the person who wrote love letters to Sean Hall and had an affair with her might not be Leonard Campbell.”

Henry Harris lifted her eyelids and nodded.

There were too many clues converging on Leonard Campbell, but the character profile didn’t quite match. Even if he wasn’t the mastermind, he was still a key figure. Their direction was correct, but the road ahead remained unclear.

The car interior was stiflingly hot from the sun. Henry Harris rolled down the window and turned on the air conditioning. She waited for The Vault to get into the front passenger seat before asking in a gentle voice, “Do you think we’re investigating the wrong person, or is it that there’s more than one target?”

The Vault slowly fastened her seatbelt and shook her head. “I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re completely wrong.”

Henry Harris said, “Then tell me, what were you thinking just now?”

The Vault’s breathing grew heavier. After weighing her words several times, she finally just said, “I was wondering if I missed some important information.”

When Kevin Quinn had her accident, The Vault was still too young. She only knew that her mental state was getting worse and worse, but didn’t know who she met or what she did when she went out.

After Kevin Quinn passed away, most of the things at home were cleared out because they were old. Only a few photos, police medals, and some old clothes and books the two of them had used were left.

The Vault never went through those things; they’re still in her old house to this day.

Henry Harris noticed her gloomy expression and evasive attitude and was about to speak when the phone beside her suddenly rang. She took it out, glanced at the caller ID—Quinn Shelby—and put it on speaker.

“Xiao Xie.”

“Captain Harris.” Quinn Shelby was panting on the other end, as if he was climbing stairs. He quickly reported, “We did a thorough search of Meredith Stone’s house, but didn’t find much. After leaving Harold Thornton, she moved twice and threw away most of her things. Without a clear search target, we’re just running around like headless chickens.”

The Vault looked at the screen, following the sound.

Quinn Shelby continued, “We had colleagues check Meredith Stone’s chat records. After a preliminary screening, still nothing. Her family is already very unhappy and keeps urging us to leave.”

Henry Harris responded with an “Mm”: “Have everyone pull back for now. I’ll send you a location—come over here first.”

Half an hour later, Quinn Shelby parked his car next to theirs as instructed. Thankfully, traffic in the city center was smooth at this hour, with no jams.

The young man poked his head out the window and, seeing The Vault in the neighboring car, called out her name in surprise.

“The Vault? You’re here too?”

“We came to see Leonard Campbell’s ex-wife and ran into each other on the way.” Henry Harris leaned over The Vault and waved at Quinn Shelby, “Come over.”

Quinn Shelby grabbed a file from the passenger seat and came over to their car.

He handed the file bag through the gap between the seats and said, “Didn’t find anything useful. Just some copies of documents from over a decade ago. Not sure if they’ll be of any use, but we copied them anyway.”

Henry Harris opened it and flipped through quickly, finding nothing of value—at least nothing related to the case they wanted to know about.

The Vault used the rearview mirror to observe the young man in the back seat. After some time apart, Quinn Shelby had changed quite a bit. He’d shaved his hair down to a stubble, his skin had grown rougher, and his demeanor was steadier—no longer the jumpy, immature youth he once was.

Quinn Shelby noticed her scrutinizing him and, feeling a bit awkward, quietly shifted to the side, trying to squeeze himself into a corner.

Henry Harris caught his little move and called out lazily, “Xiao Xie.”

“Yeah.” Quinn Shelby immediately sat back in the middle, leaning toward the front, waiting for Henry Harris’s instructions.

Henry Harris casually handed the file back. “Here, take it.”

Quinn Shelby took the file and cautiously asked, “No leads?”

“We did get something.” Henry Harris lowered her head, typing notes into her phone. “We shouldn’t limit our investigation to just one person.”

Quinn Shelby’s face changed dramatically. Eyes wide, he said, “So it could be a team? Leonard Campbell… he has so many students!”

Henry Harris shot him a look in the rearview mirror, her expression saying, “You really dare to imagine.” “It’s not as scary as you think.” If it were that big, it would’ve turned into a major case by now.

The Vault also turned her head slightly toward the back seat.

She was wrong. Quinn Shelby’s jumpiness hadn’t changed at all.

Quinn Shelby looked embarrassed, then gave up his last bit of resistance and accepted the reality of looking foolish in front of The Vault. He changed the subject: “Actually, I know Leonard Campbell too.”

Henry Harris didn’t care much. “Back then, Qi… well, you must have met him. Besides, when Leonard Campbell was younger, he was half in the system, had dealings with a lot of people in the police department.”

Quinn Shelby hesitated, then stammered, “I mean, my mom went to him back then.”

Henry Harris’s hand paused.

Quinn Shelby started talking, and there was nothing left to hide. He said, “My dad said that at the time, my mom’s mental state wasn’t great, but she didn’t want to see a doctor—afraid of gossip—so my dad introduced her to Professor Li. Among Leonard Campbell’s students, quite a few work in the psych departments of major hospitals. He helped make the connection, got my mom medication and treatment, and she gradually got better.”

Henry Harris asked, “When was this?”

“Back when The Vault was living with us. My mom was pregnant and under a lot of stress. At first, since she was pregnant and the symptoms weren’t severe, the doctor didn’t recommend medication…” Quinn Shelby glanced at them as he spoke, “He seemed pretty nice at the time, but thinking back now, isn’t it a bit odd?”

It’s like with many things—once you start to doubt, everything feels wrong.

Now, Leonard Campbell’s face practically screamed “guilty.”

Henry Harris silently mouthed to The Vault: What do you think?

The Vault shook her head: Who knows?

Quinn Shelby was quite dissatisfied with their cryptic exchange and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you two talking about?”

Henry Harris brushed him off: “Nothing. You can get out now. I’ll take The Vault home first. Meeting in the conference room at five sharp—let everyone know in the group chat.”

Quinn Shelby replied regretfully and got out.

Henry Harris did as she said and dropped The Vault off at the entrance to her apartment complex. On the way, the two chatted idly. The Vault roughly recounted her conversation with Ms. Steele in the hospital room and gave a brief analysis of Leonard Campbell, which Henry Harris nodded in agreement with.

As they were about to part, Henry Harris called out to her.

The Vault stood outside the car, bending down to listen.

Henry Harris’s sharp, spirited eyes looked up at her. After searching for the right words for a long time, she finally said solemnly, “If anything happens, remember to tell me. I won’t force you, but I hope you can trust me.”

The Vault half-closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then said softly, “Help me look into my father, and the relationship between him, Leonard Campbell, and Zachary Campbell.”

Henry Harris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she kept her composure. “Got it.”

Chapter 114, Second Update

When Julian Grant got home, The Vault was busy rummaging through her small room.

After moving in, The Vault had gradually brought over many books from her original home. Seeing that she didn’t have enough space, Julian Grant had set aside a study just for her to store them. Now, she was turning what had once been a neat and orderly study into a complete mess.

The Vault’s way of searching for things was the complete opposite of how she did everything else—utterly disorganized. She just spread things out and tossed them around, claiming, “I remember exactly where everything is.”

…Even if you really do remember, shouldn’t you at least consider the aesthetics?

Julian Grant couldn’t find a place to stand in her little study and could only stop at the doorway, complaining, “What are you doing? Tearing the place apart?”

The Vault turned around with something in her hand and said, “You’re back?”

Julian Grant had mixed feelings at these words, but figured it was good enough that she came home on time, so he replied cheerfully, “Yeah.”

He rolled up his pant legs and squatted down, picking up two books nearby to flip through. “What are you looking for?”

The Vault was half-kneeling on the floor, flipping through pages quickly with her thumb. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

The Vault caught her breath. “Looking for a feeling.”

Julian Grant didn’t know how to respond to that, so he gave a dry laugh. “…That’s pretty mystical, you geniuses.”