So they decided to use the simplest method.

A "tiny" scientific research.

The first night Hannah went missing, Seventeen found the fighting arena.

But today was not the opening time for the fighting arena, and the owner was not present.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Seventeen’s heart.

In the following days, Hannah still did not appear.

The fighting arena’s main attraction was gone, and at first, the spectators who came for the matches made a fuss, after all, they had gotten used to watching Hannah’s fights over the past year.

But it was just a fuss.

After the commotion, the explanation given by the fighting arena was that Hannah had left, and the owner, kindly considering the money she had made for the arena, had let her go.

Kind?

It was a complete joke.

Seventeen knew that Hannah’s disappearance was definitely related to the owner.

He was someone who cherished his own life and was selfish; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to stay in Bligh alone for so long.

After Hannah disappeared, Seventeen had thought about just letting it go.

He was no match for the owner of the fighting arena, but was Hannah really worth such a desperate fight?

Was she worth it?

Seventeen asked himself countless times.

Because of a request Hannah made before she left, the owner allowed Seventeen to leave the fighting arena.

With enough money and no longer subject to anyone’s control, Seventeen could live well, even here in Bligh.

In the house, moonlight filtered in, and the table was still cluttered with wooden blocks.

Seventeen spent the entire night with his eyes open.

Time passed quickly, and it had already been three months since Hannah disappeared.

In the beginning, people still talked about Hannah, but gradually, even those who mentioned her name disappeared.

The fighting arena continued to open as usual, and it was said that a new hot-blooded fighter had recently arrived, quite formidable.

Seventeen didn’t pay much attention to that because someone had found him.

It was a man named Brother Leopard.

Seventeen knew him.

This man had won a lot of glass stones by betting on Hannah in the fighting arena and had given Hannah a heavy cloth bag afterward.

The cloth bag was filled with a lot of glass stones, and the man said it was a meeting gift.

This time Brother Leopard came claiming he had news about Hannah.

In just three months, Seventeen had become much more despondent than before, with longer hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, the whole person looking somewhat sullen.

He felt useless, unable to save Hannah and unable to defeat the fighting arena’s owner, he could only stay in this room every day, without seeing the light of day.

"Hey, big brother, are you okay?"

Brother Leopard was quite a tough guy. Although he could not be called a good person, he wasn’t thoroughly bad either.

Just like others went to the fighting arena for the bloody and thrilling scenes, he went for gambling.

In his words, those fights were just two brainless things colliding against each other, either both were injured, or one died – there was really no fun in it.

Seventeen opened the door to let Brother Leopard in and then sat back down on his chair.

Brother Leopard didn’t mind making himself at home and after looking around, asked, "You guys live here?"

Seventeen looked up, his eyes unclear, but his gaze was quite cold, "You said you know where Hannah is?"

"Ah, right!" Brother Leopard slapped his head, "I wrangled this information from someone else’s mouth. Do you know madman Lane?"

Seventeen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, he thought of someone, "Doctor Lane?"

"Yeah, him," Brother Leopard nodded.

Doctor Lane is madman Lane.