NovelAppOfficer Jackson was covered with a white sheet and wheeled out. Almost everyone from the police station had gathered. They solemnly took Officer Jackson away, while Gregory remained silent. Sofficers approached him, and he nodded dazedly.
Just an hour ago, he was alive and well. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
I lost track of time, and after everyone left, | felt a chill all over. A police officer reminded me, "Miss, you should go hand change into clean clothes before you catch a cold." | nodded absentmindedly and thanked her. When | cto my senses, there were hardly any people left, and Gregory had gone to attend to Officer Jackson's body.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOriginally, the police intended to taketo the police station for questioning, but seeing my condition, they decided not to takefor the tbeing. A police officer offered to drivehome. | told him to continue with what he was doing and assured him that | could go hon my own. He was initially hesitant but eventually agreed and left.
Sitting on a bench in the corridor, | looked at the leather bag left behind by Officer Jackson and the familiar photograph. Unintentionally, my thoughts wandered back to the moment Officer Jackson gasped out those two words, "Car... li..." Charlie! Why did Officer Jackson call that nbefore he died? The information clearly stated that the man with a crew cut was Lucas' subordinate. Why would he be connected to Charlie? Could it be that...
Charlie was Lucas! Thinking back to the car accident a few months ago, the disfigurement... The disfigurement! Thinking of this, | could not help but think of when Lucas was in Macamer. He was on the ship that was engulfed in fire that day. | had seen extensive burn scars on Charlie's leg, and he had mentioned being injured before.
The more | thought about it, the more | realized that Charlie and Lucas were the sperson. Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine.
If Charlie and Lucas were the sperson, was he in such a hurry to kill Officer Jackson because he had discovered Charlie's true identity? Was he trying to silence him? | pulled my phone out of my bag. My clothes were soaked, and the frigid weather had leftnumb. | could no longer feel my hands.
I clumsily searched for Idris’ number and dialed it several times, but there was no answer.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening, the busiest tfor dinner. Outside, fireworks were going off one after another, creating a lively atmosphere that sharply contrasted with the somber scene inside.
| still could not reach his phone. Without thinking much, I got up, dragging my numb body, and prepared to go to the Youngs Old Manor to find him. Officer Jackson was dead, and next in line were Idris and me. | did not know what Lucas was planning, but | knew that, given his level of madness, he would not spare us.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOutside the Youngs' gate, | stepped out of the taxi, still feeling dazed. After paying, the driver, noticing my condition, kindly asked, "Miss, are you okay?" | shook my head. Once his car was gone, | realized just how disheveled | must have looked. Officer Jackson's blood and the icy rain had soaked most of my clothes, makingappear quite disarrayed.
| looked up at the Youngs' gate. It was near the spring festival, and like every year, the Youngs had put up festive couplets. There were remnants of fireworks scattered at the entrance, and everything indicated the lively atmosphere here.
In my current state, going inside would disrupt the festive atmosphere. | hesitated. Idris should be inside, keeping Madam Young company. This was a day for family reunions, and | should not enter like this.
Thinking of that, | withdrew my hand. | clutched my phone, and dialed Idris' number once again. Fortunately, this time, the call was answered.
On the other end, | heard the gentle and melodious voice of a man saying, "I hope you're having a nice evening." Hearing his greeting, my heart suddenly ached, and could not control my tears from falling. | choked up for a moment, suppressing the bitterness in my throat. | spoke into the phone, asking, "Idris, where are you?" There was a slight pause on the other end, and after a moment, he replied, "I'm at the hospital." He seemed to sense something was wrong in my voice and asked, "What's the matter?" Hearing that he was at the hospital, | could not help but overthink. | asked, "Why are you at the hospital? Did something happen?" He seemed a bit cautious on his end and said, "A friend had gotten into an accident, and I just brought him here, but he's fine now. Where are you? | can cfind you." Relieved to hear that he was not the one in trouble, | let out a sigh of relief. | shook my head slightly. | did not know if the police would inform him about Officer Jackson's situation. After hesitating for a few seconds, | replied, "I'll cto the hospital to find you in a bit."
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