ushernet Chapter 213 Where could she be now?
Chapter 213 Where could she be now?
With a soft click, the door shut, and the man vanished into another room, the entire sequence lasting but a mere few seconds.
From my vantage point, just as he emerged from the bathroom, I could glimpse his face, but it was obscured by a towel.
By the time the towel no longer covered him, all I could see was the top of his head and then his back, until he disappeared.
Frustrated by the lack of answers, I settled down to wait in the attic, but as time passed, the lights in that room went out, plunging the house into darkness, and I could see nothing more.
Soon, the room filled with the distinct sound of snoring; the man had fallen asleep.
Reluctantly, I gave up.
I turned and lay down on the dusty attic floor, closing my eyes to rest, my eyes aching from strain.
At that moment, my mind raced: Was that man Michael?
Although I hadn't seen his face, I had memorized his physique.
Firstly, observing from above, I couldn't determine his height due to the angle.
I hadn't seen his hairstyle clearly; I only saw his back and his genitals.
Judging from his genitals, he wasn't Michael.
Although Michael's genitals are also sizable, they couldn't compare to this man's.
Michael's penis, even when erect, is about 6 inches, but this man's was 6 inches even when flaccid.
If erect, it would be at least 7-8 inches, possibly reaching 9 inches.
Moreover, his deep red pubic hair, leg hair, and chest hair were far more pronounced than Michael's.
But was this enough to be sure?
After all, my last observations of Michael were from two years ago.
Michael had grown taller and more muscular over these two years, so other changes were possible.
But could Michael have changed so drastically?
I hadn't bathed with him or seen his naked body since the surveillance was out, and he had been wearing full pajamas at home, hiding his current physical characteristics.
One thing was certain: this man's genitals were larger than Michael's, and his body hair exuded a robust masculinity that Michael couldn't match, at least not the Michael from two years ago.
I was deeply frustrated.
After such a long search, to still be unclear about the homeowner's identity was tormenting.
Regardless, I was determined to find out; I would wait until morning, convinced that daylight would reveal the man's face.
I lost track of time, fighting the urge to sleep, but exhaustion from the past few days overcame me, and at some point, I drifted off.
A nightmare woke me, and I opened my eyes to see that the attic was already bright.
Glancing at my watch, it was already past seven in the morning.
Unless the homeowner always wore a mask, I was bound to capture his face sooner or later.
I felt a rush of urgency, hoping he would return soon.
After adjusting the settings, I finally washed up, changed clothes, and ate something.
Then, I went back to the attic to retrieve the camera I had left there, and also dismantled the unnecessary cameras in the rental since the yard was now under surveillance.
With everything in place, I sat in front of my computer, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for the homeowner to return.
Time ticked by slowly, and there was still no sign of the homeowner.
I kept watching the clock, and before I knew it, it was already past four in the afternoon.
As the day gradually turned to evening and there was still no sign of the homeowner, I began to suspect he might not return tonight.
Lying on the small bed in the rental, I let my eyes rest while my mind wandered to Betty.
It had been a long time since I'd been away from home this long, and I couldn't help but miss her.
It felt like I was in a detention center, so close to home yet unable to return or show my face.
Was all this really worth it?
Thinking of Betty, my feelings were mixed.
I loved her and cared about her deeply, which was why I was so determined to find the truth.
I didn't want any misunderstandings between us; I wanted her to be perfect in my eyes.
Glancing at the time, Betty would be home from school by now.
After spending two lonely days here, I felt a strong longing for home.
I wasn't usually homesick, but perhaps I was afraid of losing something.
Getting up from the bed, I checked the empty surveillance feed and decided to go out to pass the time.
Somehow, I had become incredibly impatient.
After bundling up, I drove the old van towards town.
Perhaps driven by an inner bond, I slowly steered the vehicle back towards my neighborhood.
By the time I arrived, it was already dark, just past six in the evening.
Driving into the neighborhood, even a distant glimpse of my apartment's floor or the lights at home would have been comforting.
But as I entered the neighborhood, I realized that my apartment was dark, not a single light on.
Seeing this, I felt a wave of strangeness wash over me.
Could Betty not be home yet?
Where could she be now?