Half an hour later, Su Fei and Old Joseph returned to the villa with their bags and bags.
Lina made a lot of salads, and when Su Fei and the others came back, she helped to count out the things in the plastic bags, wash and choose vegetables. Several people worked for a long time, put the fiery red hot pot base into the pot, and then poured drinking water. I saw the butter being boiled by the hot water while the hot air was boiling, and the red peppers floating on the red soup surface, which made the index finger wide open.
Lina took out many small gold-rimmed bone china plates from the cabinet, and placed various dishes and meats. After the hot pot was cooked through and the table was full of dishes, she brought up some salads that she had prepared.
"Why don't you try this too?" Lina said with a smile.
The bubbling sound of the hot pot "gurgling" rang softly in the restaurant, and everyone took their chopsticks and was about to start, Su Fei pressed the glass lid of the hot pot, and let out a low growl full of air: "Wait! "
Everyone made a move.
The punk boy wore a silver stud earring with a cross today. He pressed the lid of the pot to prevent people from moving his chopsticks, and raised his eyes to look at Uncle Zhuo who was sitting opposite.
Su Fei: "Old Joseph and I bought the things, and Sister Lina and Brother Fu washed the dishes."
Hearing this, Fucheng raised his eyebrows.
Brother Fu
Su Fei went on to say: "Whoever advocates, who gets the evidence; whoever wants to eat, who buys vegetables. Those who don't do it, have no right to speak. Great men have said that labor is the most glorious! So, you! RIP! Why do you eat? We do it!" The hot pot! You are not allowed to eat it!"
Zhuo Huan held the chopsticks in his right hand, and he didn't know how he did it. One chopstick was held firmly in his hand, while the other was twirling between two fingers. Hearing Su Fei's words, he raised his eyes slowly, and said in a rambling voice, "I'm doing the dishes."
Su Fei was taken aback.
Not to mention him, even Fucheng and Old Joseph were stunned. Only Lina seemed to be familiar with the strangeness, and didn't think it was such an earth-shattering event for Master Zhuo to wash the dishes himself. She reached out to lift the lid of the pot, and said with a smile, "Okay, the soup will boil if you don't eat any more."
Put vegetables and sliced meat into the soup, and a sumptuous hot pot meal begins.
However, a minute later, Fu Cheng was just picking up a piece of shabu-shabu beef before he put it in his mouth, when someone poked his arm lightly. He turned his head to look, and saw Su Fei looked at him in a bewildered manner, and said in disbelief, "Brother Fu, did you hear that just now, I seem to have heard RIP say that he is going to wash the dishes..."
Fucheng: "..."
"Well, I hear you."
Su Fei: "Sister Goose!!!"
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuohuan, wash the dishes.
Those two words really don't seem to go together at all. The sentence "Zhuo Huan washes the dishes" is put on the Chinese examination papers of primary school students, and there is a language problem that must be picked out: it does not conform to objective logic.
But it just happened.
After eating, Uncle Zhuo stood up, walked to the kitchen very naturally, and put on a white apron. He cleaned up the dishes on the table and put them in the sink. Lina's home has a sterilized dishwashing cabinet, but before putting the dishes in the dishwashing cupboard, they must be cleaned briefly.
The incomparably magical sound of water came from the kitchen, and everyone quietly turned their heads to look at that tall and handsome figure and the apron around his waist...
Su Fei and old Joseph swallowed their saliva, took out their mobile phones, and took pictures very consciously.
Fu Cheng watched quietly for a long time, a word suddenly flashed in his mind, and he was stunned for a second.
"A good wife and mother".
…
Sure enough, he must have eaten something bad tonight.
It is very convenient to make hot pot, but it is not an easy task to wash the dishes after eating hot pot. There are too many bowls and plates with ingredients for eating hot pot, and it took Zhuo Huan fifteen minutes just to rinse them with water. Another five minutes passed before he put the dishes back into the dishwashing cabinet one by one.
After doing all this, Zhuo Huan got up, and when he looked up, he saw that his game controller was snatched away by Su Fei and old Joseph, and the two had a great time playing.
Tsk.
After scrolling through the posts on the flight forum for a while, Fu Cheng raised his head, looked away from the phone screen, and saw Su Fei and old Joseph arguing.
This is the only game controller that Zhuo Huan brought, and if they want to play games, they have to take turns. So they opened a death console game, and whoever dies will be replaced by another person. But after Su Fei died this time, he insisted that it was Old Joseph who was nagging at the side, which affected his amazing performance, and refused to give up the game controller.
Lina watched from the sidelines dumbfounded.
Su Fei bared his teeth and claws: "Let go, I will bite you if you don't let me go!"
Old Joseph was astonished: "Do you have rabies? Why did you bite people!"
Fucheng couldn't help laughing, a faint glass sliding door sounded, Su Fei and the other three didn't pay attention, they were still wondering whose turn it was to play the game. Fu Cheng subconsciously turned his head to look at the sound, only to see a thin and thin figure from the back. The man's back was slightly bowed, which seemed to be caused by long-term desk work. He opened the French door on the other side of the first floor, left the house, and walked into the garden.
Autumn is coming into October, but the nights in Shanghai still carry a trace of scorching heat.
The sky covers the earth, looking up at the sky, there is also a boundless cosmic wasteland. From Finland, it is the bright stars wandering in the night. Looking up at the night in Shencheng, all you can see is the crimson stars illuminated by the city lights. Neon flow.
Lina bought this villa two months ago. The original owner of the house seems to be a very elegant romantic, and the 100-square-meter garden is full of beautiful flowers and plants. What is blooming now is an autumn osmanthus plant in the corner. In the flowing water and moonlight, the tiny petals hide in the night, but the rich fragrance of osmanthus fills the nose.
"Teacher Zhuo."
The clear voice of the young man sounded from behind, Zhuo Huan was stunned, and looked back.
Fu Cheng walked into the courtyard, smiled at him and said, "You didn't close the door."
You left the door open, so he came in.
Zhuohuan glanced at him, then continued to turn his head. He took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, without echo.
With a glass door behind them, the three members of UAAG started a new game, and there was laughter one after another. And in the garden there was nothing but silence. The rich scent of sweet-scented osmanthus overwhelmed the bitter taste of tobacco, and Fucheng suddenly felt that this man was not smoking, but enjoying the rare silence.
After a long time, Fu Cheng said: "Don't misunderstand what happened today."
Zhuohuan: "What's the matter?"
Fucheng was silent: "Rogge 318. I never thought it was an aircraft design error. As you said, the McFly F485 has not had a design failure for more than four years. It is one of the safest aircraft in the world. .It turned out to be a genius design.”
"So when the Rogge 318 accident happened four years ago, when there was no factual evidence..."
Fucheng raised his head.
With a cigarette in one hand, Zhuo Huan looked at him with a half-smile: "At that time, you thought that the design of the plane was wrong."
Fu Cheng: "No."
He answered so fast that he almost blurted out, even Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
The dark night dyed the young man's clean pupils a thick layer of ink, and those eyes looked at him with incomparable solemnity, and said earnestly and word by word: "From the beginning until now, four years, three months and ten years have passed. For nine days, I never suspected that it was your fault."
There was a sound of car horns outside the courtyard wall, and soon, the car lights never crossed the courtyard wall, slightly illuminating the dim courtyard.
Fu Cheng stood in front of Zhuo Huan, raised his head slightly, his eyes were illuminated by the light, and stared at him without hesitation. Zhuo Huan opened his lips slightly, without the usual aggressive aura, and stared at him blankly.
The shadow of the tree swayed slightly with the wind, and a smile stained the corners of his eyes little by little. Zhuo Huan let out a long "hmm" sound from his nose, and he said abruptly, "Would you like a cigarette?"
Fu Cheng was stunned: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan casually took out a beautiful silver cigarette case from his pocket: "Either."
Fucheng: "..."
He smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuo, I don't smoke."
Zhuohuan: "Oh..."
Significantly elongated his tone, Zhuo Huan took a step towards the glass door. When he came to Fucheng's side, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the movement was extremely fast, and he directly stuffed the slender cigarette in his hand into Fucheng's mouth. The cold fingertips rubbed against his lips lightly, Fucheng opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his lips subconsciously opened, and bit the cigarette holder. He immediately turned to look at the man who had walked into the house.
Zhuo Huan also turned around, and said to him in the room: "You are not so fake, you are more cute." After speaking, he laughed and turned to leave.
When the man left, he closed the glass door, and Fucheng was the only one left in the courtyard.
After a long time, he took out the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, looked at the shredded tobacco slowly burning in the dark night, and gradually lost his mind.
On the other side, Zhuo Huan returned to the living room, he stretched his legs, crossed the sofa directly from behind, and stepped to the front of the sofa. Reaching out, he took back the game controller in Su Fei's hand.
Su Fei was indulging in the game, when suddenly the handle was taken: "Believe it or not, I really bit you!" Turning around and seeing Zhuo Huan, Su Fei opened his mouth wide, then closed his mouth and swallowed his saliva.
The owner of the handle has arrived, and he can't let it go. Sorry!
Uncle Zhuo rolled his eyelids and glanced at Su Fei and Old Joseph's customs clearance records, and sneered, "Can you play games? Watch it."
The level that caused Su Fei and old Joseph to die just now was cleared inexplicably under the dazzling operation of Uncle Zhuo.
"It's boring." The old man threw the handle, and Su Xiaodi took it over immediately, with a smile, and continued to follow the content of Zhuo Huan's clearance, and continued to play the next level.
Lina poured a cup of tea for everyone, and when she came back from the kitchen with the teacup, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the other side of the sofa, not talking to Su Fei and old Joseph, just bowed his head, not knowing what he was looking at.
After approaching.
Oh, looking at the fingers.
What's so nice about fingers
Lina handed over the water glass: "Do you want coffee, Reid?"
Zhuo Huan came back to his senses and took the coffee: "Thank you."
Su Fei turned around: "Ah, Fucheng, you're back, where did you go just now, hurry up, you can't pass this level, come and try."
The sound of the buttons on the gamepad and the "defeat" that kept ringing in the stereo echoed in the villa.
***
It was really late to play on the weekend the day before, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening when everyone went home.
The next morning, Fucheng accidentally overslept. Looking at the hands pointing to 8:30 on the alarm clock, he was startled, quickly put on his clothes, finished washing, and hurried to the financial building. When he arrived at the UAAG headquarters panting, he looked up and saw Su Fei and old Joseph lying on the table panting.
The three of them looked at each other helplessly.
At this time, the nine o'clock clock chimed.
Su Fei stood up in surprise: "RIP is late!"
Lina came out of the tea room with a cup of coffee and smiled slightly: "Yes, Reid is late. But unfortunately, he is our immediate boss."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Fucheng understood what she meant, and he asked tentatively: "You mean, even if Teacher Zhuo is late, there will be no punishment?"
Lina's red lips curled up: "V, I really like talking to you. In fact, even if you are late, Reid probably won't say anything. He is not a person who likes to care about everything."
Everyone: "..."
We know the same Reid
Lina saw through their thoughts at a glance and blinked: "What I said is true, human beings are always unwilling to believe the truth. And it doesn't matter if you are late today, because the NTSB has confirmed that we will fly to New York tonight, Restart the case of American Airlines 3157. After you sign the investigation permission letter sent by the NTSB today, you can go home and pack your luggage."
Everyone: "..."
So they came to UAAG in a hurry, what is it for? !
Suddenly, a mobile phone rang, Lina put the coffee cup aside, said with a soft smile, "I'm going to answer the phone."
Fucheng walked to Lina's seat and found the investigation permission letter from NTSB. He signed his name first, and then handed the permission to old Joseph. After Su Fei also finished signing, the three of them were discussing what luggage to bring to New York, when they heard a rush of high-heeled shoes coming from outside the corridor.
The three of them turned their heads to look at the exit of the corridor.
The frequency of high heels is getting faster and faster, and the sound is getting closer. When Lina's face wet with tears appeared in front of everyone, Fu Cheng was slightly taken aback, and he immediately stood up.
Lina's eyes were full of tears, she glanced at them, but she couldn't bear it anymore, she turned and went back to the corridor. Two seconds later, she trembled and returned to the office area. His face was already bloodless and pale, and his lips kept trembling. Fucheng felt what he should do at this moment, but someone was one step ahead of him.
Old Joseph strode up, embraced the sobbing Lina in his arms, and stroked her back that was constantly rising and falling due to sobbing. "What's going on, Lina, take your time and let us help you."
Su Fei suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he said in horror: "It can't be that something happened to RIP, right?"
Fu Cheng froze.
The next moment, a long-pitched voice sounded from the door: "Huh?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the person who came.
Uncle Zhuo frowned, his eyes full of displeasure. Before he entered the door, he heard a certain minor cursing himself, so he was naturally in a bad mood. However, when he raised his eyes and saw Lina, whose face was full of tears, his expression sank. He walked up to Lina and said in a low tone, "What happened?"
Lina's body trembled, and after a while, she said in a hoarse voice, "Can we not investigate the case of American Airlines 3157? An hour ago, a cargo plane crashed in Schaffhausen, and my..." There was another burst of restraint Crying bitterly, Old Joseph comforted Lina softly, and when she regained her strength, she said with difficulty: "A very good friend of mine is on the plane."
***
Schaffhausen is located at the northernmost tip of Switzerland.
Schaffhausen is a classical European town without an airport. If you want to go to Schaffhausen, you have to fly to Zurich first, then take a car to Schaffhausen, and even have to change planes on the way to Zurich. However, UAAG flew directly to Zurich this time.
No one knew who Lina's friend was, but judging from her almost collapsed performance, it was definitely a very important friend.
From the first time Fucheng saw Lina, the elegant and charming smile on this French girl's face never disappeared.
She has always behaved generously and calmly.
It seems that as long as you give her anything, she will definitely do her best and will not disappoint you.
Because she is Lina.
After Lina said that, Zhuo Huan took out his mobile phone and made a call. An hour later, they arrived at Shencheng Airport and took a special plane to Zurich.
It takes fourteen hours to go from Shanghai to Zurich.
Everyone knows that once they arrive in Zurich, they have to rush to Schaffhausen non-stop, and then there is no delay in work. On the plane, except for Lina who was crying bitterly and Zhuo Huan who comforted his friend in a low voice, the other three fell asleep to supplement their sleep.
When the plane arrived over Russia, Lina had already recovered. She looked at her best friend, wiped away her tears, and showed a bitter smile: "I'm so glad that you are by my side at this time, and you are still willing to help me, Reid. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. Go to Schaffhausen We still have a lot of things to do in the future, and I won’t be allowed to be so afraid any longer.”
Zhuohuan frowned tightly: "If necessary, I will contact Johnson for you and ask him to take you to rest. Leave this matter to me."
"No, I can continue to work. By the way, I will pay for the transfer of your special plane from Mai Fei this time, and I will also bear the expenses of UAAG this time. Please don't tell Fu, Su Fei and old Joseph."
Zhuo Huan's voice sank: "Stephanie." He called out Lina's full name.
"Don't refuse, my friend, I know your situation, your life is already like that, these expenses are also a headache for you, just leave it to me. The most important and least important thing in this world is money Now, it is so crucial, like an angel; sometimes it is like a devil. I would give everything to make a deal with the devil, but he doesn't even give me a chance to make a deal."
After a long time, Zhuo Huan: "Okay."
In the quiet cabin, no one noticed, Fu Cheng woke up at some point, he turned his back to Zhuo Huan and Lina, and looked calmly at the bulkhead of the plane.
Afterwards, Zhuo Huan and Lina stopped talking, but Fu Cheng kept his eyes open and never fell asleep.
I know about your situation...
Your life has been like that...
These fees can also be a headache for you...
These costs are also a headache for you.
It's a headache for you too...
Zhuohuan
***
Fourteen hours later, the five arrived at Zurich International Airport.
As early as on the plane, Lina regained her senses. She wiped away her tears and continued to work. After getting off the plane, everyone got into the special car that Lina contacted. It took only an hour for a distance of only fifty kilometers, and everyone saw the long and long Rhine River like Bai Lian.
Sitting on the extended Rolls-Royce inlaid with the "Comte" family crest, Lina said to Su Fei and old Joseph who cared about herself: "Don't worry about me, really, I can continue to work. Thank you, I And maybe not necessarily bad news, I got a call saying the plane crashed and no one was killed. Both pilots were taken to the nearest hospital for treatment.”
The car drove directly to the gate of the hospital.
Fu Cheng got out of the car, he stood in front of the hospital, suddenly froze. Looking around calmly, looking at the two journalist-like men standing in the corner, his brows were slightly frowned.
Su Fei turned around and said, "Brother Fu, come quickly, why are you standing still?"
Fu Cheng nodded and followed.
Five people walked into the hospital, Lina walked quickly to the consultation desk, and after quickly identifying herself in German, a doctor standing beside her looked at her in surprise. "Are you a relative of the Masa Air pilot?"
Lina tightened her fingers: "I'm a friend of the co-pilot."
The doctor thought for a while: "Co-pilot, is it brown hair or blond hair?"
Lina: "Golden."
The doctor sighed: "I regret to inform you that your friend passed away an hour ago. The brown-haired captain is still in the ICU, but the situation is not optimistic."
Fucheng turned his head and looked at Lina.
Under the bright lights of the hospital, the blonde's face turned pale. After a long time, her lips moved and she said in German: "Can you please take us to the morgue?"
The five people followed the doctor and came to the door of the morgue on the first floor of the hospital.
Before the relatives claim it, the dead body is parked in a separate room, waiting for the family to take it away. Through the glass on the door, Fucheng saw a cold iron bed. The white cloth covers it silently, and everything is silent, as quiet as a lake blown by the breeze.
"Your friend is inside."
Zhuo Huan stepped forward and pushed open the door. He asked Su Fei and old Joseph to stay outside the house, and he and Fu Cheng accompanied Lina in.
Only five steps away, but extremely long.
Zhuo Huan walked to the iron bed: "I opened it."
Lina nodded silently.
The man's hand held the top of the white cloth and slowly lifted it, and the blood-stained blond hair was the first to come into view.
The fine blond hair lost its original luster, was wet with blood, and sticky into a ball. There were scorched marks on the tip of the hair, and when Fucheng saw the scorched marks of the flames, an ominous premonition surged in his heart. Sure enough, when Zhuo Huan lifted the white cloth to his face, his movements paused, and Lina's tears could no longer be restrained from gushing out.
Zhuohuan hugged his friend.
Lina cried bitterly: "It's Gerald, it's him. It's him, why, why it's him..."
On the iron bed, a blond young man in his twenties peacefully closed his eyes and fell asleep forever. He should have a cute and fair face, with two dimples when he smiles, which is very attractive to girls. The reason why it should be is because the fire almost engulfed the entire face. The horrific mottled burns took away his eyes and the bridge of his nose, leaving only two deep red blood holes and a ravine-like scar on his face.
The only thing that was not destroyed by the fire was half of the lip and a small dimple mark on the side of the mouth.
It should be because I like to laugh very much that I can leave such deep marks in my life of more than 20 years. Even if my body becomes stiff and loses temperature, it will not disappear.
Lina cried so much that she almost fainted, Zhuo Huan handed her over to Old Joseph, and the two of them and Su Fei went to the hotel to settle down first.
Zhuo Huan grabbed the doctor who was about to leave, and asked, "What's his name?"
The doctor recalled for a long time: "Oh yes! Truffaut, Gerard Truffaut."
Zhuo Huan's expression suddenly sank.
After the doctor left, Zhuo Huan quickly said to Fu Cheng: "Immediately block the news and keep the media away. I will contact you and take his body away from this hospital."
Fucheng sensed something was wrong, but he still told the facts he saw just now: "Generally, after an air crash, many reporters would swarm up to report the news. But Mr. Zhuo, I only watched at the gate of this hospital. Two or three doctors arrived. It may be because this is Schaffhausen, which is a bit remote, not a big city like Zurich, and the news does not spread quickly. It may also be because the crash was a cargo plane with only two pilots on board. The death happened just hours ago."
The essence of modern media pursuit is novelty hunting.
Only big news can create a sensation.
Perhaps they had already reported on the accident when the air crash happened more than ten hours ago, so they shifted their attention a dozen hours later, and then reported on the vigorous environmental protection parade in Zurich.
Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice: "If it wasn't Lina's friend who had the accident, she must have thought about it a long time ago, instead of discovering it until I realized it."
Fucheng asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
Zhuo Huan turned around and glanced behind him, through the glass window of the morgue, he looked at the peaceful blond man lying on the iron bed. "He's really just the co-pilot of a cargo plane. Accidents of this size happen in double digits every year, but that's just because nobody knows who he is right now."
Fucheng suddenly realized: "He is Lina's friend, and Lina is a member of the Comte family. You mean... Truffaut, Truffaut... Truffaut?!" Fucheng was surprised: "You mean, that French Luxury brand Truffaut?!"
Zhuo Huan's face was gloomy: "Gerard Truffaut, Gerard Truffaut. There are many people in the world who can be named Truffaut, but Lina's friend... can only be that Truffaut."
Lina, Su Fei and Old Joseph first went to the hotel to rest and put their luggage. Fu Cheng followed Zhuo Huan to the third floor of this hospital.
In front of the ICU ward, stood several men in suits and leather shoes, wearing work name tags.
Zhuo Huan walked up to the leader without squinting, his eyes were dark, and he said quickly: "People from EASA? I am Zhuo Huan. Currently UAAG wants to take over this accident. I have already contacted the EASA headquarters and it is now in progress. program review."
He spoke so fast that no one else could react. But soon someone realized: "Mr. Patrick?!"
Zhuo Huan did not tell the person in charge of EASA his English name, because the other party was an Asian face, and the nameplate obviously had a Chinese name on it. He suddenly walked in front of the person in charge, and said a lot at a very fast speed. The person was stunned for a long time, watching him not recovering.
In the next second, Fu Cheng stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Gao, we meet again."
Gao Yun finally came back to his senses and looked at Fu Cheng: "Major Fu, hello, we meet again."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Fu Cheng introduced him: "This is Mr. Gao Yungao. He was one of the investigators of EASA when we investigated the JAL 917 case in Finland last month."
Looking at the completely unfamiliar Asian face in front of him, Zhuo Huan was silent, and stretched out his hand without changing his face: "So it's you, we meet again."
Gao Yun: "..."
You don't even remember who I am!
Gao Yun smiled and said: "I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Zhuo, I'm really honored. I was responsible for the Martha Airlines flight 123 accident. For an accident as big as Japan Airlines 917, EASA will send many senior investigators together Responsible, but this Martha Airlines 123 accident is not a big accident, so I will be responsible for it alone for the time being. We have gone to the crash site to investigate and transported the wreckage of the plane to the rented warehouse. You need to see it see?"
Zhuo Huan thought for a moment: "Okay, thank you."
Gao Yun: "You're welcome."
Before leaving, Zhuo Huan turned around and said, "I contacted someone to transport the deceased co-pilot's body to another place."
Gao Yun was stunned: "Mr. Zhuo, this seems to be against the rules. When the pilot dies, we will conduct an autopsy on his body according to the law to check whether he has drunk driving, drug driving, or sudden illness and other adverse medical history. .”
Zhuo Huan was silent for a while: "You can conduct an autopsy on him, of course, after obtaining the consent of his family."
Gao Yun was trying to say that this was a judicial procedure, and the autopsy of the pilot's body did not require the consent of relatives. Before he could speak, Zhuo Huan continued: "But now his body must be transferred to a safer and more secret place, because soon, reporters will block this hospital."
Gao Yun: "Mr. Zhuo, I don't quite understand..."
Zhuohuan: "Forget it, I've already contacted the good guy."
Gao Yun: "???" What did you contact
Zhuo Huan turned his head and said to Fu Cheng: "Let's go, go see the crash site."
Gao Yun was so dizzy by Zhuo Huan's words that he didn't know why. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but judging by Zhuo Huan's attitude, it seemed that he didn't want to tell him the truth. He looked at Fucheng again. Fu Cheng thought for a while, then cast him an apologetic look.
Fucheng also felt that it would be better if not too many people knew about this matter. Otherwise, waiting for the media to capture this quiet town and surround the place where the plane crashed outside the town will definitely affect the investigation of the accident.
However, the sky does not follow people's wishes.
As soon as everyone reached the gate of the hospital, a black Rolls-Royce drove slowly from the gate of the hospital. It stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and the driver in a suit got out immediately and ran to the back seat to open the door. But this time, for the first time in decades, the person in the back seat couldn't wait for him to open the door. She opened the door before the car stopped, got out of the car quickly, staggered, and almost fell.
"Ma'am!" The driver immediately caught the lady's arm and held her up.
It was a graceful and beautiful lady, about fifty years of age, but extremely well maintained. Even if the hair carefully decorated with pomade is like dry grass and scattered on her head, it doesn't affect her demeanor. Her eye sockets were red, with bloodshot eyes all over her eyeballs. Although her movements were fast and awkward, there was still a hint of slowness in her movements.
With the support of the driver, she walked up the steps of the hospital, looked up, and saw Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng.
She glanced quickly and saw Zhuo Huan. After a moment, she remembered who this face was: "Reid Irvin Patrick? Why are you here?"
Zhuo Huan nodded slightly: "Mrs. Truffaut, I came with Stephanie."
Upon hearing Lina's name, Mrs. Truffaut's face flashed with complicated expressions.
"Where's Gerald?"
Zhuo Huan was silent: "We are going to take his body to a safe place."
Madame Truffaut froze suddenly, her lips parted, but she did not speak.
The next moment, countless cars and loud voices came from the gate of the hospital.
Fucheng looked up, and saw countless reporters rushing over like a flood with video cameras, cameras, microphones and lights.
Zhuo Huan curled his lips and made a slight "tsk" sound.
Fucheng frowned.
Gao Yun looked at the dark head, and then at the mysterious and graceful lady in front of him...
He suddenly understood why Zhuo Huan said just now that he wanted to transport people away.