"Who are you?"
"Laura calls me brother!"
"Where on earth is she?" The old man choked, his voice filled with sorrow, and Adrian Desmond's mood was weighed heavily by a little girl named Laura.
Adrian Desmond clenched his hand into a fist, closed his eyes tightly, "She was taken to Death Island later. On Death Island, her code was 3782. At the age of ten, she died in a duel!"
"Are you lying to me? Laura is not dead."
"Before Laura died, she asked me to tell you: Your most precious bottle of red wine is hidden in the wine cellar, counting the tenth row from east to west, the 13th shelf from top to bottom, and the 9th rack from left to right."
At this point, Adrian Desmond's words left the old Jack unable to deceive himself any longer.
"Laura! My Laura..." The old man broke down, crying out loud. After searching for so many years, to learn only a dead code, anyone would find it unbearable.
"I buried Laura in the northwest corner of Death Island, under a camphor tree..."
