9:50 PM.
Near Yaslan Bridge.
The riverbed beneath the bridge had dried up, and on the west side was an old gray tent, half-opened, with two people inside seemingly talking in hushed tones.
Little Black glanced outside the tent, then asked Jackson, "Do you think anyone will show up?"
"Three thousand US dollars for a lead on Henrik Laurie is a good deal for them, they will definitely come." Jackson spoke with certainty.
Little Black said, "I really don't get it, why don't those two from the hotel work with the cops?
If they told the police what they know, things would become a lot simpler."
Jackson shrugged, "I don't know either.
But, the world is inherently complex.
And this case involves precisely the most intricate group of people."
Little Black nodded, "You're right, some people who think they're smart like to complicate simple things."
Jackson teased, "Why does it suddenly feel like your words have some wisdom in them?"
