Carson Flores was stunned.
In his estimation, since he had just arrived, they should have restricted his movements and not let him come into contact with more potentially sensitive information.
He was allowed to wander around the place?
"Thank you, senior."
Of course, Carson Flores was willing to look around; although it wasn't likely to bump into Shirley Miller, interacting with more people here, talking more, and understanding more, could always gather more information.
"Come with me."
The elder led Carson Flores back to the front yard, where the old woman was still lying in the chair, seemingly untouched, but as Carson Flores left the courtyard, he distinctly felt her gaze.
This old woman, something was off.
The elder took Carson Flores to a small wooden hut not far away, saying with a smile, "For these days, you may stay here. If you need anything, feel free to come and find me in my yard."
"Thank you, senior."
