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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Nineteen"

weight="139491"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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After half an hour, Su Fei and Old Joseph returned to the villa carrying large and small bags.

Lina made a lot of salads, and when Su Fei came back, she helped to check out the contents in the plastic bag, wash and choose vegetables. Several people worked for a long time, put the flaming hot pot bottom material into the pot, and then poured drinking water. When the heat was boiling, the butter was boiled by hot water, and the red pepper floated on the red soup surface, which made one's index finger open.

Lina took out many small bone china plates with gold rim from the cupboard and placed various dishes and meats. When the hot pot was fully cooked and the dishes were all over the table, she brought back several salads she had prepared.

"Why don't you try this too?" Lina said with a smile.

The bubbling sound of the hot pot "gulugulu" sounded softly in the restaurant, and everyone took the chopsticks to start, Su Fei pressed the glass lid of the hot pot, and let out a low breath: "Hold on! "

Everyone moved for a while.

The punk boy wore a cross-shaped silver stud earrings today. He pressed the lid of the pot without letting people move his chopsticks, and raised his eyes to look at the man sitting on the opposite side.

Su Fei: "I bought the things with old Joseph, and the dishes were washed by sister Lina and Brother Fu."

Fucheng raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

Brother Fu?

Su Fei went on to say: "Whoever advocates, who obtains evidence; who wants to eat, who buys food. Those who do not have hands, have no right to speak. Great men have said that labor is the most glorious! So, you! RIP! Why do you eat? Hot pot! You are not allowed to eat!"

Zhuo Huan was holding chopsticks in his right hand, and he did not know how he did it. He held one chopstick firmly in his hand, while the other chopstick was turned between two fingers. Listening to Su Fei's words, he slowly raised his eyes and said in a loose voice: "I wash the dishes."

Su Fei was taken aback.

Don't talk about him, even Fucheng and Old Joseph were stunned. Only Lina seemed to be surprised, and didn't think that Uncle Zhuo personally washing the dishes was such an earth-shattering event. She stretched out her hand to lift the lid of the pot and said with a smile: "Well, if you don't eat the soup, it will boil."

Put green vegetables and meat slices into the soup, and a hearty hot pot meal begins.

However, a minute later, when Fushiki was picking up a slice of shabu-shabu beef before putting it in his mouth, he was poked lightly on his arm. He turned his head to look, and saw Su Fei with a dumbfounded look, staring at him in a daze, and said in disbelief: "Brother Fu, did you hear that just now? I seem to hear RIP say he wants to wash the dishes..."

Fucheng: "..."

"Well, I heard it."

Su Fei: "Sister Goose!!!"

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan, wash the dishes.

These two words really seem to be totally unrelated. When the sentence "Zhuo Huan washes the dishes" is put on the primary school students' Chinese test papers, they have to be singled out for a language problem: it does not conform to objective logic.

But it just happened.

After eating, Uncle Zhuo stood up and walked to the kitchen very naturally, putting on a white apron. He cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and put them in the sink. Lina's home has a disinfecting and washing cabinet, but the dishes must be cleaned briefly before putting them in the washing cabinet.

An incomparably magical sound of water came from the kitchen, and everyone looked back quietly, looking at the tall and straight back of Qingjun and the apron tied around his waist...

Su Fei and Old Joseph swallowed their mouths, took out their phones, and took pictures very consciously.

Fucheng watched quietly for a long time, a word suddenly flashed in his mind, and he was stunned for the next second.

"Good Wife and Mother".

...

Sure enough, he had eaten something bad tonight.

It is very convenient to make hot pot, but after eating hot pot, washing dishes is not an easy task. There are too many bowls and plates with ingredients used to eat hot pot. It took Zhuo Huan 15 minutes to just rinse it with water. Waiting for him to put the dishes in the sink one by one, another five minutes passed.

After doing all this, Zhuo Huan got up, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that his gamepad was snatched by Su Fei and the old Joseph, and the two had a great time.

Gee.

After swiping the post on the flight forum for a while, Fucheng raised his head, looked away from the phone screen, and saw Su Fei arguing with the old Joseph.

This is the only gamepad that Zhuo Huan brought. If the two want to play the game, they must take turns. So they opened an instant-dead console game, and whoever died was replaced by another player. But after Su Fei died this time, he insisted that it was the old Joseph talking next to him, which affected his amazing performance, and he refused to let the game controller out.

Lina couldn't laugh or cry while watching.

Su Fei opened his teeth and danced his claws: "Let go, don't let me bite you again!"

Old Joseph was astonished: "Do you have rabies? Why do you want to bite?"

Fucheng couldn't help but laugh, and a faint glass sliding door sounded, Su Fei and the other three did not notice, still entangled in who should play the game. Fucheng subconsciously followed the sound and turned his head to look, only to see a thin and thin back. The man's back is slightly bowed, which seems to be caused by long-term desk work. He opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door on the other side of the first floor, left the house, and walked into the garden.

October enters autumn, but the night in Shencheng still carries a trace of heat.

The sky covers the earth, looking up at the sky, the same endless cosmic wasteland, from Finland is the bright stars wandering in the sky at night, looking up at night in Shanghai, all you can see is the scarlet red 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-ping garden is full of beautiful flowers and plants. Now what is driving is an autumn osmanthus in the corner of the wall. In the moonlight of the running water, the tiny petals hide in the dark night, but the rich osmanthus fragrance is full of the nose.

"Teacher Zhuo."

The youth's clear voice rang from behind, and Zhuo Huan was stunned and looked back.

Fucheng walked into the courtyard and smiled at him: "You didn't close the door."

You didn't close the door, so he came in.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and continued to turn his head. He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled it slowly, without echo.

Behind them was a glass door, and the three members of UAAG started a new game, with laughter and noise one after another. And there is only endless silence in the garden. The fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus scent suppressed the bitter taste of tobacco, and Fucheng suddenly felt that this man was not smoking, but admiring Huayue and enjoying the rare silence.

For a long time, Fucheng said, "Don't misunderstand what happened today."

Zhuo Huan: "What's the matter?"

Fucheng was silent: "Rogge 318. I have never thought it was an aircraft design error. As you said, for more than four years, the McFly F485 has not had a design failure. It is one of the safest aircraft in the world. . It turns out that it is a genius design."

"So the Roger 318 accident just happened four years ago, when there was no evidence to prove it..."

Fucheng raised his head.

With a cigarette in one hand, Zhuo Huan looked at him with a faint smile: "You thought at the time that it was a mistake in the design of the airplane."

Fucheng: "No."

He answered too quickly, almost blurting out, even Zhuo Huan was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react.

The dark night stained the young man’s clean pupils with a thick layer of ink. Those eyes looked at him with extremely solemn gaze, and said seriously and word by word: "From the beginning, until now, four years, three months and ten years. For nine days, I never suspected that it was your fault."

A car whistle sounded outside the courtyard wall, and soon, the car lights crossed the courtyard wall to lighten the dim courtyard a little.

Fucheng stood in front of Zhuo Huan, slightly raised his head, his eyes were illuminated by the lights, and he stared without evasiveness. Zhuo Huan opened his lips slightly, without the usual aggressive aura, staring at him in a daze.

The shadow of the tree swayed slightly with the wind, his eyes were stained with a little smile, Zhuo Huan made a long "um" sound from his nose, and he said abruptly, "Should there be a cigarette?"

Fucheng was stunned: "Huh?"

Zhuo Huan took out a beautiful silver cigarette case from his pocket: "Either."

Fucheng: "..."

He smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuo, I don't smoke."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh..."

The tone was lengthened meaningfully, and Zhuo Huan took a step forward and walked to the glass door. When he walked to Fucheng, he suddenly stretched out his hand, moving extremely fast, and directly stuffed the slender smoke in his hand into the mouth of Fucheng. The cold finger pads gently rubbed his lips, Fucheng opened his eyes in amazement, his lips opened subconsciously, and he bit the cigarette holder. He immediately turned to look at the man who had entered the house.

Zhuo Huan also turned around and said to him in the house: "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, leaving only Fucheng in the courtyard.

After a long time, he took out the cigarette that was half smoked in his mouth, looking at the tobacco that was slowly burning in the dark, and gradually lost his senses.

On the other side, Zhuo Huan returned to the living room. He straddled his long legs and walked directly over the sofa from the back to the front of the sofa. He stretched out his hand and took back the game controller in Su Fei's hand.

Su Fei was indulging in the game, and suddenly the handle was taken: "Believe it or not, I really bit you!" Looking back, Su Fei opened his mouth and closed his mouth and swallowed saliva.

The owner of the handle arrived, and he couldn't let it go. Loss!

Uncle Zhuo rolled his eyes and glanced at the customs clearance records of Su Fei and Old Joseph, and sneered: "Do you know how to play games? Watch it."

The level that made Su Fei and Old Joseph alive just now was inexplicably cleared under the dazzling operation of Uncle Zhuo.

"It's boring." The uncle threw the handle, and Little Brother Su immediately picked it up with doglegs. He smiled, and continued to follow the content of Zhuo Huan's clearance with a thick face, and continued to play the next level.

Lina poured a cup of tea for everyone. When she came back from the kitchen with a cup of tea, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the other side of the sofa, not talking to Su Fei or Old Joseph, and lowered her head, not knowing what she was looking at.

After approaching.

Oh, looking at the fingers.

What's so good about fingers?

Lina passed the water glass over: "Drink coffee, Reid?"

Zhuo Huan recovered and took the coffee: "Thank you."

Su Fei turned his head back: "Ah, Fucheng, you are back. Where did you go? Come on. If you can't pass this level, come and try."

The button sound of the gamepad and the "defeat" that sounded constantly in the sound reverberated in the villa.

It was a bit late the previous weekend. When everyone went home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

The next morning, Fucheng accidentally overslept. Looking at the pointer on the alarm clock pointing to 8:30, he was shocked, 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, all helpless.

At this time, the nine o'clock clock sounded.

Su Fei stood up in surprise, "RIP is late!"

Lina came out from the pantry with 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 is no punishment?"

Lina's red lips curled up: "Fuck, I really like talking to you. In fact, even if you are late, Reid won't say anything. He is not a person who likes to care about."

Everyone: "..."

Do we know the same Reid?

Lina saw through their minds 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 quickly and slowly, for what? !

Suddenly, a cell phone rang, and Lina put the coffee cup aside and smiled softly: "I'll answer the phone."

Fucheng walked to Lina's seat and found the investigation permission letter sent by NTSB. He signed his name first, and then handed the permission letter to the old Joseph. After Su Fei finished signing, the three of them were discussing what luggage to bring to New York. They only 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 and closer. When Lina's face wet with tears appeared in front of everyone, Fucheng was slightly startled, and he immediately stood up.

Lina's eyes were full of tears, she glanced at them, and as if she couldn't bear it, she turned back to the corridor. After two seconds, she tremblingly returned to the office area. His face was already bloodlessly pale, and his lips kept trembling. Fucheng felt that he should do something at the moment, but some people were one step ahead of him.

Old Joseph strode up, hugged Lina, who was sobbing, into his arms, and stroking her back that was constantly undulating from sobbing. "What happened, Lina, speak slowly, let us help you."

Su Fei suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he said in horror: "It's not RIP that has an accident, right?"

Fucheng's body stiffened.

The next moment, a long-pitched voice sounded from the door: "Hmm?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the people coming.

Uncle Zhuo frowned, his eyes full of unpleasantness. Before he even entered the door, he heard a certain underage cursing himself, so he was naturally not in a good mood. However, when he raised his eyes and saw Lina with tears on her face, her face suddenly sank. He walked to Lina and said in a low tone: "What happened?"

Lina's body trembled and eased for a while, and said hoarsely: "Can we not investigate the American Airlines 3157 case. An hour ago, Schaffhausen had a cargo plane crash. Mine..." It was another moment. Uncontrollable crying, the old Joseph comforted Lina softly. When she had strength again, she said with difficulty: "A very good friend of mine, on the plane."

Schaffhausen, 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 transit on the way to Zurich. However, UAAG flew directly to Zurich this time.

No one knows who Lina's friend is, but judging from her almost collapsed performance, she is definitely a very important and important friend.

From the first sight of Lina in Fucheng, the elegant and charming smile on the French girl's face has not disappeared.

She always behaves generously and is not surprised at everything.

It seems that as long as everything is left to her, she will definitely be able to do her best without disappointing you.

Because she is Lina.

After Lina finished speaking, Zhuo Huan took out his mobile phone and dialed a call. An hour later, they arrived at the Shanghai Airport and boarded a special plane to Zurich.

It takes fourteen hours from Shanghai to Zurich.

Everyone knows that once they arrive in Zurich, they will rush to Schaffhausen non-stop, followed by urgent work. On the plane, except for Lina, who was crying and Zhuo Huan, who comforted her friend in a low voice, the other three fell asleep to replenish sleep.

When the plane arrived over Russia, Lina had already slowed down. She looked at her close friend, wiped away her tears, and showed a bitter smile: "I'm so glad you are by my side at this time, and you are still willing to help me, Reid. I'm already well, you don't have to worry about me. Go to Schaffhausen We still have a lot to do in the future, and I won’t allow me to be so scared anymore."

Zhuo Huan frowned tightly: "If necessary, I will contact Johnson for you and let him take you to rest. Leave this to me."

"No, I can continue to work. By the way, I will pay for the transfer of your special plane from Maifei this time, and I will also bear the expenses of UAAG this time. Please don't tell Fu, Su Fei and the old Joseph."

Zhuo Huan's voice sank: "Stephanie." He called 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 am willing to use everything in exchange for a deal with the devil, but he didn’t even give me a chance to trade.”

For a long time, Zhuo Huan: "Good."

In the quiet cabin, no one noticed that Fucheng woke up at some unknown time. He turned his back to Zhuo Huan and Lina, and looked calmly at the bulkhead of the plane.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan and Lina stopped talking, but Fucheng kept his eyes open and never fell asleep.

I know your situation...

Your life is already like that...

These costs are also a headache for you...

These costs are also a headache for you.

It’s also a headache for you...

Zhuo Huan?

Fourteen hours later, the five people arrived at Zurich International Airport.

As early as on the plane, Lina regained her senses. She wiped away her tears and continued to work. When they got off the plane, everyone got on the special car that Lina had contacted. It only took an hour for the journey of only fifty kilometers, and everyone saw the long Rhine River as long as Bailian.

Sitting on the extended Rolls Royce inlaid with the "Comte" family crest, Lina said to Su Fei and the old Joseph who care about herself: "Don't worry about me, really, I can continue working. Thank you, I My friend. And it may not necessarily be bad news. I received a call saying that the plane crashed and no one was killed. Both pilots were sent to the nearest hospital for treatment."

The car drove directly to the entrance of the hospital.

When Fucheng got out of the car, he stood in front of the hospital and suddenly froze. Looking around calmly, looking at the two reporter-like men standing in the corner, his brows furrowed slightly.

Su Fei turned his head and said, "Brother Fu, come on, why don't you stand still?"

Fucheng nodded and followed.

Five people walked into the hospital. Lina walked quickly to the information desk. After quickly identifying her in German, a doctor standing nearby looked at her in surprise. "Are you a relative of a Marks and Spencer pilot?"

Lina tightened her fingers: "I'm a friend of the deputy captain."

The doctor thought for a while: "Vice captain, 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 ward, but the situation is not optimistic."

Fucheng turned his head and looked at Lina.

Under the bright lights of the hospital, I saw the blonde's face pale suddenly. After a long time, her lips moved, and she said in German: "Can you please take us to the morgue?"

Five people followed the doctor and came to the front of the morgue on the first floor of the hospital.

Before being claimed by relatives, the bodies of the deceased were all parked in a separate room, waiting for their family members to take them away. Through the glass on the door, Fucheng saw a cold iron bed. The white cloth covered it silently, and everything was silent, as quiet as a lake swept by the breeze.

"Your friend is inside."

Zhuo Huan stepped forward and pushed the door open. He let Su Fei and Old Joseph stay outside, and he and Fucheng accompanied Lina in.

The distance is only five steps, but it is extremely long.

Zhuo Huan walked to the iron bed: "I opened it."

Lina nodded quietly.

The man's hand pulled the top of the white cloth slowly open, and the blood-stained blond hair was the first one to catch his eye.

The shredded blond hair lost its original luster, was wet with blood, and became sticky. There were traces of scorching on the tips of his hair, and Fucheng saw the scorch marks of the flame, and an unknown premonition surged in his heart. Sure enough, when Zhuo Huan lifted the white cloth to his face, his movement paused, and Lina's tears could no longer be restrained from gushing out.

Zhuo Huan hugged his friend.

Lina cried bitterly: "It's Geral, it's him. It's him, why, why is it him..."

On the iron bed, a blond young man in his twenties quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep forever. He should have a well-behaved white face and two dimples when he smiles, which is very attractive to girls. The reason for saying that it should be because the fire almost swallowed the entire face. Mottled and terrible burns took away his eyes and the bridge of his nose, leaving only two crimson blood holes and gully scars on his face.

The only thing that was not destroyed by the fire was half of the lips and a small dimple mark on the side of the mouth.

It should be because he likes to laugh so that he can leave such deep marks in his life of more than 20 years.

Lina fainted from crying, Zhuo Huan handed her to the old Joseph, the two of them and Su Fei went to the hotel to settle down.

Zhuo Huan pulled the doctor who was about to leave, and asked, "What is his name?"

The doctor recalled for a long time: "Oh yes! Truffaut, Geral Truffaut."

Zhuo Huan's expression sank suddenly.

After the doctor left, Zhuo Huan quickly said to Fucheng: "Immediately block the news and prevent the media from approaching. I contacted and transported his body from this hospital."

Fucheng noticed something wrong, but he first told the facts he had just seen: "Generally, after an air crash, a lot of reporters will rush to report the news. But Teacher Zhuo, I just watched at the door of this hospital. There were two or three doctors. Maybe because it was Schaffhausen, it was a bit remote, not a big city like Zurich, and the news was not spreading quickly. It could also be because it was a cargo plane that crashed with only two pilots on board, and until one The death happened hours ago."

The essence of modern media pursuit is to hunt for novelty.

Only big news can cause a sensation.

Perhaps they had already reported the accident more than a dozen hours ago when the air crash happened, so more than a dozen hours later, they turned their attention away and went to report on the vigorous environmental protection parade now taking place in Zurich.

Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice: "If it wasn't Lina's friend that had happened, she would have thought of this 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 looked behind him. Through the glass window of the morgue, he looked at the quiet blond man lying on the iron bed. "He is really just the deputy captain of a freighter. This kind of accidents happen in double digits every year, but that's only because everyone still doesn't know who he is."

Fucheng suddenly realized: "He is a friend of Lina, and Lina is a member of the Comte family. You mean...Truffaut, Truffaut...Truffaut?!" Fucheng 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 have the last name Truffaut, but Lina's friend... only possibly that Truffaut."

Lina, Su Fei and Old Joseph went to the hotel to rest first and put their luggage. Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan to the third floor of this hospital.

In front of the ICU ward, there were a few men in suits and leather shoes wearing work badges.

Zhuo Huan walked to the person in front of the leader without squinting his eyes, his eyes were dark, and he quickly said: "EASA person? This is Zhuo Huan. At present, UAAG wants to take over the accident. I have contacted the EASA headquarters and it is now in progress. Program review."

He spoke too fast, and everyone else didn't 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 is an Asian face, and the nameplate is obviously a Chinese name. He suddenly walked up to the person in charge and spoke a lot of words very quickly. The other party was stunned for a long time, watching him for a long time to return to his senses.

The next second, Fucheng stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Gao, we meet again."

Gao Yun finally recovered and looked at Fucheng: "Major Fu, hello, we meet again."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Fucheng introduced him: "This is Mr. Yungao Gao. When we investigated the JAL 917 case in Finland last month, he was one of the investigators of EASA."

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 was you, we met again."

Gao Yun: "..."

You never remember who I am!

Gao Yun smiled and said: "I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Zhuo, I'm so honored. I was responsible for the accident of Marsa Airlines Flight 123. For the big accident like JAL 917, EASA will send many senior investigators together. Responsible, but this time the Marks & Spencer 123 accident is not a big accident, so I will be responsible 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 see?"

Zhuo Huan pondered for a moment: "Okay, thank you."

Gao Yun: "You're welcome."

Just before leaving, Zhuo Huan turned around and said, "I contacted someone and transported the body of the deceased deputy captain to another place."

Gao Yun was taken aback: "Mr. Zhuo, this seems unruly. When the pilot is killed, we will conduct an autopsy on his body in accordance with the law to check whether he has a history of drinking, driving, drug driving, or sudden illness. ."

Zhuo Huan was silent for a while: "You can dissect it, of course, after getting the consent of his family."

Gao Yunzheng wants to say that this is a judicial process, and the autopsy of the pilot's body does not require the consent of relatives. Before I spoke, I heard Zhuo Huan continue to say: "But now he must first transfer his body to a safer and more private place, because soon, the reporter should block this hospital."

Gao Yun: "Mr. Zhuo, I don't quite understand..."

Zhuo Huan: "Forget it, I have already contacted a good person."

Gao Yun: "???" What did you get in touch with?

Zhuo Huan turned his head and said to Fucheng, "Let's go and 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 looking at Zhuo Huan's attitude, it seemed that he didn't want to tell him the truth. He looked at Fucheng again. Fucheng thought for a while and cast an apologetic look at him.

Fucheng also felt that it would be better not to have too many people know 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 walked to the entrance of the hospital, a black Rolls Royce drove slowly from the entrance of the hospital. It stopped at the door of the hospital, and the driver in a suit immediately got out of the car and ran to the back seat to open the door. But this time, decades later, for the first time the people in the back seat couldn't wait for him to open the door. She opened the door before the car stopped and got off the car quickly, staggering and almost falling.

"Madam!" The driver immediately caught the lady's arm and held her back.

This is an elegant and beautiful lady, about fifty years old, but very well maintained. Even if the hair carefully decorated with wax was like withered grass, scattered messy on her head, it did not affect her demeanor between her gestures. Her eye sockets were flushed with red blood covering her eyeballs, her movements were quick and rather embarrassing, but she still had a trace of slowness.

With the help of the driver, she walked up the steps of the hospital, raised her head, and saw Zhuo Huan and Fucheng.

Her eyes quickly swept away, and she saw Zhuo Huan. After a daze, she remembered who this face was: "Reid·Irvin·Patrick? Why are you here?"

Zhuo Huan nodded slightly: "Mrs. Truffau, I came with Stephanie."

A complicated expression flashed across Mrs. Truffaut's face when she heard Lina's name.

"Where is Geral?"

Zhuo Huan was silent: "We are about to take his body to a safe place."

Mrs. Truffaut was stunned, her lips parted, and she said nothing.

In the next moment, countless cars and noisy people came from the gate of the hospital.

Fucheng looked up and saw countless reporters holding video cameras and cameras, holding microphones, and lighting lamps, rushing over like a flood.

Zhuo Huan curled his lips and made a slight "tsk" sound.

Fucheng frowned.

Gao Yun looked at the black head, then looked at the mysterious and graceful lady in front of him...

He suddenly understood why Zhuo Huan said just now that he was going to transport people away.