Phoebe's eyebrows twitched lightly, and she quickly walked to the cashier counter.
"Where did the Asian girl with black hair and black eyes go just now?"
The cashier looked him up and down, not thinking he resembled the "drunkard" mentioned by the fifteenth, "She went out through the back door."
Phoebe's pupils shrank, "Where's the back door?"
The cashier pointed to the side, and Phoebe immediately rushed over with the paper bag.
Outside the back door was a quiet little alley. At this moment, except for a stray cat searching for food in the trash can, there wasn't a living soul.
He turned and headed in one direction, chasing all the way to the street, only to see the bustling traffic, with no sign of the fifteenth anywhere.
Looking around, Phoebe took a deep breath.
After standing still for a moment, he took out his phone, seemingly about to make a call, but after a while, he put the phone back in his pocket and muttered softly to himself.
