Apparently Edmund had only two choices.

First, he didn't have Edward's phone number, so he could only call Carlisle, ask him to call Edward, and then return the oil.

Second, go to the supermarket again.

The poor boy cupped his head and thought for a moment before deciding to choose the latter. It's just a bucket of oil. There's no need to be so panicked. He's caused enough trouble for Carlisle.

But when Edmund stood in front of the supermarket again, he found tragically that the supermarket was closed.

Bad luck.

The boy put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and sighed before slowly walking home.

Sure enough, he wasn't used to living alone. In the past, he didn't have to worry about food, clothing, shelter, and other trivial matters. Basically, it was Mrs. Pace and Peter who were helping him.

"It's just the beginning.-Take your time, it'll get better." Edmund murmured, crossing the sidewalk in an attempt to take a shortcut home.

"Alice? Darling, what did you see?" Jasper blinked his eyes and looked at the black-haired girl in his arms with a spoiled smile.

But in the next second, Jasper pursed his lips and became exceptionally serious. Because he could feel Alice's change of mood.

Anxious? Anger? Maybe a little scared?

"Alice?"

"Oh, my God! Edmund is in danger!-we have to tell Carlisle about it right away!" Alice jumped up and ran to Carlisle's room with Jasper's hand.

The vampires ran like a gust of wind. It just took 2 seconds for Alice and Jasper to appear in Carlisle's study.

"What's the matter?" Carlisle turned his gaze away from the case of a heart attack patient. "What happened?"

"I saw a few men, well, they were robbers." Alice grabbed her clothes and forced herself not to think of the boy lying in a pool of blood. 'They killed Edmund--because he refused to give them money.'

It was rasping Carlisle's nerves.

With a "ka ba" sound, the black pen in his hand was forcefully broken into two pieces. Blue and black ink splashed out of the ink and stained the desk, paper, and Carlisle's hands.

However, his focus was clearly not there.

"When will this happen?"

"About half past eight, in some dark alley in town.-I'm not very familiar with town, and I can't tell the location exactly."

"It's half past seven. We still have time.-Calm down, Carlisle." Jasper said, "We can stop it."

"I know." Carlisle jumped up from his chair, ignoring the pen rolling down the white carpet. "Jasper, can you call Edward? He shouldn't be far from town by now."

Jasper nodded and immediately turned to leave.

'Alice, call Edmund. Tell him I'm at his door if he answers the phone. Tell him to go home quickly.'

"Of course.-Don't worry, Carlisle. He'll be fine."

"Thank you, Alice."

Edward turned around and drove back to town as soon as he got a call from Jasper.

At this moment, he was tracking the boy's scent while examining the brains of the people around him, wanting to see a beautiful boy with black hair and blue pupils in their minds.

The town wasn't very big, but Edward circled it almost three times without finding Edmund. There were times when he could smell the boy's scent, but when he caught up to him halfway, he discovered that the boy's scent had disappeared at an alley entrance.

This was too strange. The boy seemed to have vanished from the world.

So he took out his phone and called Alice, telling her that he hadn't found the boy. Alice answered that no one answered her phone and that she couldn't see Edmund anymore.

This made Edward rather anxious. When Alice could not see a human, this lead to one thing: that person was dead.

"Did you tell Carlisle?"

"Not yet.--It'll kill him."

"Don't tell him yet, I'll look for him again.-If something really happened to Edmund, there's no way he won't bleed at all."

However, the situation is rather worrying.

Half an hour later, he met Carlisle.

"Edward.--Did you find it?"

Edward could only helplessly shake his head, "I've driven around the town for more than 10 times, but I can't find him."

Carlisle frowned, his expression serious and frightening.

"He'll be fine, Carlisle." Edward saw the scene that unconsciously appeared in Carlisle's mind, so he could also feel his panic and fear. However, apart from comforting him, he could do nothing else.

Heavy snow drifted down from the sky, falling on the ground that was already beginning to freeze. Soon, the road was covered. The church bell in the small town rang from afar. It struck nine times.

As soon as the bell stopped, the door of the only fast food restaurant on the roadside was pushed open.

"The food was served so slowly.--But it tastes good."

A little boy in a white hat walked out of the fast food restaurant quickly. He had just had a good meal in the shop, so he was in a cheerful mood.

As for the cooking oil … I'll buy it after school tomorrow. The barrel of oil he left on Volvo should be given to the Cullen family as a present. After all, he had given Carlisle quite a bit of trouble when he was hospitalized.

As he turned the corner of the street, the boy inadvertently glanced at the two tall figures on the roadside.

His beautiful blue eyes lit up--

"Hey! Dr. Cullen! Edward!" Edmund waved his hand at the two of them, then quickly jumped down the stairs and ran across the road.

At the same time, the boy heard a strange sound.

It was a sharp brake squeals. --And it's incredibly loud.