UAAG CH19

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

Lina had made quite a bit of salad. After Su Fei and the others returned, she helped sort out the items from the plastic bags, washing and picking the vegetables. They were busy for a long time, putting the bright red hot pot base into the pot and pouring in drinking water. Amidst the boiling steam, the beef tallow melted into the hot water, and red chili peppers floated on the rich red soup surface, whetting everyone’s appetite.

Lina took out many gold-rimmed bone china small plates from the cupboard, arranging various vegetables and meats. Once the hot pot was thoroughly heated and the dishes filled the table in a dazzling array, she brought out the several salads she had prepared.

“How about trying this too?” Lina said with a smile.

The “gurgling” bubbling sound of the hot pot echoed softly in the dining room. Just as everyone picked up their chopsticks to start, Su Fei pressed his hand onto the glass lid of the hot pot and let out a full-throated growl: “Hold on!”

Everyone paused.

The punk teenager, wearing a silver cross earring today, pressed down on the lid, preventing anyone from moving their chopsticks, and raised his eyes to look at Lord Zhuo sitting opposite him.

Su Fei: “Old Joseph and I bought the stuff. Sister Lina and Brother Fu washed the vegetables.”

Fu Cheng raised an eyebrow at hearing this.

Brother Fu?

Su Fei continued, “He who asserts must prove; he who wants to eat buys the groceries. Those who didn’t lift a finger have no right to speak. Great men have said that labor is the most glorious! So, you! RIP! What right do you have to eat the hot pot we made! You are not allowed to eat!”

Zhuo Huan held chopsticks in his right hand. It was unknown how he did it, but one chopstick was held steady in his hand while the other twirled between two fingers. Listening to Su Fei’s words, he slowly raised his eyes, his voice languid: “I’ll wash the dishes.”

Su Fei froze.

Not just him, even Fu Cheng and Old Joseph were stunned. Only Lina seemed accustomed to it, not finding Lord Zhuo washing dishes personally to be an earth-shattering event. She reached out to lift the lid and smiled. “Alright, if we don’t eat now, the soup is going to boil over.”

Putting vegetables and meat slices into the soup, a sumptuous hot pot feast began.

However, a minute later, just as Fu Cheng picked up a slice of cooked beef and before he could put it in his mouth, someone gently poked his arm. He turned his head and saw Su Fei looking dumbfounded, staring at him blankly, saying in disbelief, “Brother Fu, did you hear that just now? I seem to have heard RIP say he wants to wash the dishes…”

Fu Cheng: “…”

“Mn, I heard it.”

Su Fei: “Oh my god!!!”

Fu Cheng: “…”

Zhuo Huan, washing dishes.

These two terms indeed seemed completely unrelated. Putting the sentence “Zhuo Huan washes dishes” on an elementary school Chinese exam would be picked out for a grammatical error: inconsistent with objective logic.

But it truly happened.

After eating, Lord Zhuo stood up, walked naturally to the kitchen, and put on a white apron. He cleared the bowls and chopsticks from the table and put them into the sink. Lina’s home had a sterilizing dishwasher, but before putting the dishes into the dishwasher, they had to be rinsed simply.

The incredibly surreal sound of water came from the kitchen. Everyone quietly looked back, gazing at that tall and handsome back figure, and the apron tied around his waist…

Su Fei and Old Joseph swallowed, took out their phones, and very consciously took photos as souvenirs.

Fu Cheng watched quietly for a long time. A phrase suddenly flashed through his mind, and the next second he was stunned himself.

“A virtuous wife and loving mother.”

…

Sure enough, he must have eaten something bad tonight.

Making hot pot is very convenient, but washing dishes after eating hot pot is not an easy task. Too many bowls and plates were used to hold ingredients. Just rinsing them simply with water took Zhuo Huan fifteen minutes. By the time he put the tableware into the dishwasher one by one, another five minutes had passed.

After finishing all this, Zhuo Huan got up and looked up to see his game controller snatched by Su Fei and Old Joseph, who were happily playing.

Tsk.

After browsing posts on the aviation forum for a while, Fu Cheng looked up, moving his gaze away from the phone screen, and saw Su Fei and Old Joseph arguing.

Zhuo Huan only brought this one game controller. If the two wanted to play games, they had to take turns. So they opened an instant-death console game; whoever died would switch out for the other person. But after Su Fei died this time, he insisted that it was Old Joseph nagging beside him that affected his amazing performance, refusing to give up the game controller no matter what.

Lina watched from the side, laughing and crying.

Su Fei waved his claws: “Let go, if you don’t let go, I’ll bite you!”

Old Joseph was astonished: “Do you have rabies? Why do you want to bite people!”

Fu Cheng couldn’t help laughing. The faint sound of a sliding glass door was heard. Su Fei and the other two didn’t notice, still arguing about whose turn it was to play. Fu Cheng subconsciously turned his head towards the sound and saw only a thin, slender back. The person’s back was slightly hunched, seemingly caused by long-term desk work. He opened the sliding glass door on the other side of the first floor, left the house, and walked into the garden.

October brought autumn, but Shanghai’s nights still carried a trace of anxious summer heat.

The dome covered the earth. Looking up at the sky, it was the same boundless cosmic wasteland. From Finland, one saw the brilliant stars of the wandering night filling the sky; looking up at the night in Shanghai, one could only see the flow of neon lights reflecting crimson by the city lights.

Lina bought this villa two months ago. The original owner of the house seemed to be a romantic with great taste; the hundred-square-meter garden was full of beautiful flowers and plants. Now blooming was an autumn osmanthus in the corner of the wall. Amidst the flowing water and moonlight, the tiny petals hid in the dark night, but the rich osmanthus fragrance filled the nose.

“Teacher Zhuo.”

The young man’s clear voice sounded from behind. Zhuo Huan paused and looked back.

Fu Cheng walked into the yard 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 turned his head back. He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling without replying.

Separated by a glass door behind them, the three UAAG members started a new game, laughter and noise rising and falling. But in the garden, there was only boundless silence. The rich fragrance of osmanthus suppressed the bitter smell of tobacco. In a trance, Fu Cheng suddenly felt that this man didn’t seem to be smoking, but rather admiring the flowers and moon, enjoying the rare silence.

After a long while, Fu Cheng said, “Don’t misunderstand what happened today.”

Zhuo Huan: “What happened?”

Fu Cheng fell silent for a moment. “Rogue 318. I never thought it was an aircraft design error. As you said, for more than four years, the McFly F485 hasn’t had a single design failure; it is one of the safest airplanes in the world. Facts have proven that it is a genius design.”

“So when the Rogue 318 accident first happened four years ago, when there were no facts to support it…”

Fu Cheng looked up.

Zhuo Huan held the cigarette in one hand, looking at him with a faint smile. “At that time, you thought it was an aircraft design error.”

Fu Cheng: “No.”

He answered too quickly, almost blurting it out, so fast that even Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

The dark night dyed the young man’s clean pupils with a layer of heavy ink. Those eyes looked at him with an extremely solemn gaze, saying seriously, word by word, “From the beginning until now, four years, three months, and nineteen days, I have never suspected it was your fault.”

The sound of a car horn rang from outside the courtyard wall. Soon, headlights crossed the wall, slightly illuminating the dim courtyard.

Fu Cheng stood in front of Zhuo Huan, looking up slightly, his eyes illuminated by the light, staring without evasion. Zhuo Huan, however, parted his lips slightly, lacking his usual aggressive aura, staring at him blankly.

The tree shadows swayed slightly with the wind, and a smile gradually dyed the corners of his eyes. Zhuo Huan let out a long “Mn” sound from his nose. He abruptly said, “Want a cigarette?”

Fu Cheng was stunned. “Mn?”

Zhuo Huan casually took out a beautiful silver cigarette case from his pocket. “Want one?”

Fu Cheng: “…”

He smiled. “Teacher Zhuo, I don’t smoke.”

Zhuo Huan: “Oh…”

Drawing out the tone meaningfully, Zhuo Huan took a step and walked towards the glass door. As he walked past Fu Cheng, he suddenly reached out, moving extremely fast, and stuffed the slender cigarette in his hand directly into Fu Cheng’s mouth. The cool fingertips gently rubbed against his lips. Fu Cheng opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his lips parting subconsciously to bite the cigarette filter. He immediately turned to look at the man who had already walked into the house.

Zhuo Huan also turned around and said to him from inside the house, “You’re cuter when you’re not so fake.” After speaking, he laughed, turned, and left.

The man closed the glass door as he left, leaving Fu Cheng alone in the courtyard.

After a long while, he took out the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth, staring at the slowly burning tobacco in the dark night, gradually drifting into thought.

On the other side, Zhuo Huan returned to the living room. With a long stride, he stepped over the sofa directly from behind to the front. Reaching out, he snatched the game controller back from Su Fei’s hand.

Su Fei was engrossed in the game when the controller was suddenly taken. “Believe it or not, I’ll really bite you!” Looking back and seeing it was Zhuo Huan, Su Fei opened his mouth wide, then closed it and swallowed.

The owner of the controller had arrived; he couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. He was in the wrong!

Lord Zhuo lifted his eyelids to glance at Su Fei and Old Joseph’s clearance record and scoffed. “Do you even know how to play games? Watch this.”

The level that had just tortured Su Fei and Old Joseph to death was inexplicably cleared under Lord Zhuo’s dazzling operation.

“Boring.” The Lord threw the controller aside. Little brother Su immediately took it over fawningly, chuckled, and thick-skinnedly continued to play the next level following Zhuo Huan’s cleared content.

Lina poured tea for everyone. When she returned from the kitchen with teacups, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the other side of the sofa, not talking to Su Fei or Old Joseph, just keeping his head down, looking at something unknown.

After getting closer.

Oh, looking at his fingers.

What’s so good to look at about fingers?

Lina handed the cup over. “Coffee, Reid?”

Zhuo Huan snapped back to reality and took the coffee. “Thanks.”

Su Fei turned his head. “Ah, Fu Cheng, you’re back. Where did you go just now? Quick, can’t pass this level, you try.”

The sound of game controller buttons and the constant “defeat” from the speakers echoed continuously in the villa.

They really played late the previous weekend; when everyone went home, it was already 11:00 PM.

The next morning, Fu Cheng accidentally overslept. Looking at the clock hand pointing to 8:30, he was startled. He quickly dressed, washed up, and rushed to the financial building. When he arrived breathlessly at UAAG headquarters, he looked up to see Su Fei and Old Joseph also lying on the table panting.

The three looked at each other, all helpless.

At this moment, the nine o’clock chime sounded.

Su Fei jumped up in surprise. “RIP is late!”

Lina came out of the pantry with coffee, smiling slightly. “Yes, Reid is late. But unfortunately, he is our boss.”

Su Fei: “Ah?”

Fu Cheng understood what she meant and asked tentatively, “You mean, even if Teacher Zhuo is late, there is no punishment?”

Lina’s red lips hooked up. “Fu, I really like talking to you. In fact, even if you were late, Reid probably wouldn’t say anything. He is not a person who likes to haggle over every ounce.”

Everyone: “…”

Do we know the same Reid?

Lina saw through their thoughts at a glance and winked. “What I said is true; humans are always unwilling to believe the truth. Besides, being late today matters even less because the NTSB has confirmed everything. Tonight we fly to New York to reopen the American Airlines 3157 case. After you sign the investigation permit sent by the NTSB today, you can go home and pack your luggage.”

Everyone: “…”

So why did they rush to UAAG for?!

Suddenly, a phone rang. Lina put the coffee cup aside and smiled gently. “I’ll take a call.”

Fu Cheng walked to Lina’s seat and found the investigation permit sent by the NTSB. He signed his name first, then handed the permit to Old Joseph. After Su Fei also signed, the three were discussing what luggage to bring to New York when the sound of hurried high heels came from outside the corridor.

The three turned their heads simultaneously to look at the corridor exit.

The frequency of the high heels became faster and faster, the sound getting closer. When Lina’s tear-stained face appeared in front of everyone, Fu Cheng was slightly stunned and immediately stood up.

Lina’s eyes were full of tears. She glanced at them, seemed unable to bear it, and turned back to the corridor. After two seconds, she returned to the office area, her body trembling. Her face was pale and bloodless, her lips trembling uncontrollably. Fu Cheng felt he should do something at this moment, but someone beat him to it.

Old Joseph strode forward, pulled the sobbing Lina into his arms, and stroked her back, which was heaving from sobbing. “What happened, Lina? Speak slowly, let us help you.”

Su Fei had a sudden flash of insight and said in horror, “Could it be that something happened to RIP?”

Fu Cheng’s body stiffened.

The next moment, a drawling voice sounded from the doorway: “Huh?”

Everyone turned their heads sharply to look at the newcomer.

Lord Zhuo frowned, his eyes full of displeasure. Before even entering, he heard a certain minor cursing him; naturally, his mood wouldn’t be good. However, when he looked up and saw Lina’s tear-streaked face, his expression immediately darkened. He walked to Lina’s side, his tone low: “What happened?”

Lina’s body trembled. After recovering for a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, “Can we not investigate the American Airlines 3157 case for now? An hour ago, a cargo plane crash occurred in Schaffhausen. My…” Another uncontrollable burst of weeping. Old Joseph softly comforted Lina. When she regained strength, she said with difficulty, “A very, very good friend of mine was on board.”

Schaffhausen is located at the northernmost tip of Switzerland.

Schaffhausen is a classical European town without an airport. To get to Schaffhausen, one must fly to Zurich first, then take a car to Schaffhausen. Even mid-flight to Zurich, one might have to transfer. However, UAAG flew directly to Zurich this time.

No one knew who Lina’s friend was, but judging from her near-collapse, it was definitely a very important friend.

From the first moment Fu Cheng met Lina, the elegant and charming smile on this French lady’s face had never disappeared.

She always behaved gracefully and remained calm in the face of changes.

It was as if as long as anything was handed to her, she would definitely do it best and wouldn’t disappoint you.

Because she was Lina.

After Lina finished speaking, Zhuo Huan directly took out his phone and made a call. An hour later, they arrived at Shanghai Airport and boarded a private plane to Zurich.

It takes fourteen hours from Shanghai to Zurich.

Everyone knew that once they arrived in Zurich, they would have to rush to Schaffhausen without stopping, followed by urgent work. Once on the plane, except for the sobbing Lina and Zhuo Huan who was whispering comfort to his friend, the other three fell into a deep sleep to catch up on rest.

When the plane arrived over Russia, Lina had recovered. She looked at her close friend, wiped away her tears, and revealed a bitter smile. “I’m so glad you’re by my side at this time and willing to help me, Reid. I’m fine now; you don’t need to worry about me. We still have a lot to do after arriving in Schaffhausen; I can’t afford to be afraid anymore.”

Zhuo Huan frowned tightly. “If needed, I’ll contact Johnson for you and let him take you to rest. Leave this matter to me.”

“No need, I can continue working. By the way, I’ll cover the cost of transferring the private jet from McFly this time, and I’ll also bear UAAG’s expenses for this trip. Please don’t tell Fu, Su Fei, and Old Joseph.”

Zhuo Huan’s voice deepened. “Stephanie.” He called Lina by her full name.

“Don’t refuse, my friend. I know your situation. Your life is already like that; these expenses are a headache for you too. Leave it to me. The most important and least important thing in this world is money. It is so crucial, like an angel; yet sometimes like a devil. I would trade everything to make a deal with the devil, but he won’t even give me the chance to trade.”

After a long while, Zhuo Huan: “Okay.”

In the quiet cabin, no one noticed that Fu Cheng had woken up at some point. With his back to Zhuo Huan and Lina, he looked calmly at the cabin wall.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan and Lina stopped talking, but Fu Cheng kept his eyes open, never falling asleep.

I know your situation…

Your life is already like that…

These expenses are a headache for you too…

These expenses are a headache for you too.

For you, too, a headache…

Zhuo Huan?

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

Lina had regained her composure on the plane. She wiped away her tears and continued working. As soon as they got off the plane, everyone got into the special car Lina had contacted. The fifty-kilometer journey took only an hour, and everyone saw the Rhine River stretching long like white silk.

Sitting in the extended Rolls-Royce inlaid with the family crest of the “___in” family, Lina said to the concerned Su Fei and Old Joseph, “Don’t worry about me, really, I can continue working. Thank you, my friends. And maybe it’s not necessarily bad news. I received a call saying only that the plane crashed, not that anyone died. Both pilots have been sent to the nearest hospital for treatment.”

The car drove directly to the hospital entrance.

Fu Cheng got out of the car. Standing in front of the hospital, he suddenly froze. Looking around calmly, he saw two men who looked like reporters standing in the corner, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Su Fei looked back. “Brother Fu, come on, why are you standing still?”

Fu Cheng nodded and followed.

The five entered the hospital. Lina walked quickly to the information desk and explained her identity rapidly in German. A doctor standing nearby looked at her in surprise. “You are the relative of the Martha Airlines pilot?”

Lina tightened her fingers. “I am a friend of the co-pilot.”

The doctor thought for a moment. “Co-pilot, brown hair or blonde?”

Lina: “Blonde.”

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.”

Fu Cheng turned his head sharply to look at Lina.

Under the bright lights of the hospital, the blonde woman’s face suddenly turned pale. After a long time, her lips moved, and she said in German, “Can you please take us to the morgue?”

The five followed the doctor to the door of the morgue on the first basement floor of the hospital.

Before relatives claim them, the bodies of the deceased are kept in separate rooms, waiting for family members to take them away. Through the glass on the door, Fu Cheng saw a cold iron slab bed. A white cloth silently covered it; everything was silent, as tranquil as a lake brushed by a breeze.

“Your friend is inside.”

Zhuo Huan stepped forward and pushed open the door. He let Su Fei and Old Joseph stay outside, while he and Fu Cheng accompanied Lina inside.

Only a distance of five steps, yet it felt incredibly long.

Zhuo Huan walked to the iron slab bed. “I’m lifting it.”

Lina nodded quietly.

The man’s hand pulled the top of the white cloth and slowly lifted it. Blood-stained blonde hair was the first thing to come into view.

The fine blonde hair had lost its original luster, wet with blood and grime, stuck together in clumps. The tips of the hair had traces of being scorched. Seeing those scorch marks from flames, an ominous premonition surged in Fu Cheng’s heart. Sure enough, when Zhuo Huan lifted the white cloth to the face, his movement paused, and Lina’s tears gushed out uncontrollably.

Zhuo Huan hugged his close friend.

Lina cried bitterly, “It’s Gerard, it’s him. It’s him, why, why is it him…”

On the iron slab bed, a blonde young man who looked only in his twenties closed his eyes peacefully, sleeping forever. He should have had a well-behaved and fair face, with two dimples when he smiled, very likable to girls. The reason for saying “should have” was because the raging fire had almost devoured this entire face. Mottled and terrifying burns took away his eyes and nose bridge, leaving only two deep red bloody holes and scars like gullies all over his face.

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

He must have liked to smile very much to leave such deep marks in his twenty-plus years of life, marks that wouldn’t disappear even if the body was stiff and cold.

Lina cried until she almost fainted. Zhuo Huan handed her to Old Joseph, and the two of them and Su Fei went to the hotel to settle down first.

Zhuo Huan stopped the doctor who turned to leave and asked, “What’s his name?”

The doctor recalled for a long time. “Oh right! Truffaut, Gerard Truffaut.”

Zhuo Huan’s expression sank instantly.

After the doctor left, Zhuo Huan quickly said to Fu Cheng, “Block the news immediately; don’t let the media get close. I’ll contact someone to move his body from this hospital.”

Fu Cheng sensed something was wrong, but he still stated the facts he saw just now: “Generally, after an air crash, many reporters will swarm to report the news. But Teacher Zhuo, I only saw two or three doctors at the entrance of this hospital. Maybe because this is Schaffhausen, somewhat remote, not a big city like Zurich, news doesn’t spread fast. Or maybe because it was a cargo plane that crashed, with only two pilots on board, and death only occurred an hour ago.”

The essence of modern media is the pursuit of novelty.

Only big news can cause a sensation.

Perhaps they had already reported the accident when the air crash first happened more than ten hours ago, so more than ten hours later, they shifted their attention to report the vigorous environmental protection parade happening in Zurich now.

Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, “If the victim weren’t Lina’s friend, she would definitely have thought of this long ago, instead of waiting until I realized it to discover this matter.”

Fu Cheng asked in a low voice, “What matter?”

Zhuo Huan looked back. Through the glass window of the morgue, he looked at the quiet blonde man lying on the iron slab bed. “He is indeed just a co-pilot of a cargo plane; accidents of this magnitude happen in double digits every year. But that’s only because no one knows who he is right now.”

Fu Cheng suddenly realized: “He is Lina’s friend, a member of the Lina…te family. You mean… Truffaut, Truffaut… Truffaut?!” Fu Cheng exclaimed, “You mean, that French luxury brand Truffaut?!”

Zhuo Huan’s face was gloomy. “Gerard Truffaut. There are many people in the world who can be surnamed Truffaut, but Lina’s friend… can only be that Truffaut.”

Lina, Su Fei, and Old Joseph went to the hotel to rest and drop off luggage first. 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 straight to the leader, his gaze dark, speaking quickly: “From EASA? I am Zhuo Huan. Currently, UAAG wants to take over this accident. I have already contacted EASA headquarters and am undergoing procedural review.”

He spoke too fast for the others to react. But soon someone realized: “Mr. Patrick?!”

Zhuo Huan didn’t tell the EASA person in charge his English name because the other party had an Asian face, and the name tag obviously had a Chinese name. He suddenly walked up to the person in charge and spoke a bunch of words extremely fast. The other party was stunned for a long time, looking at him without recovering.

The next second, Fu Cheng stepped forward and extended his hand. “Mr. Gao, we meet again.”

Gao Yun finally recovered 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 Yun. Last month, when we were investigating the JAL 917 case in Finland, he was one of the EASA investigators.”

Looking at this completely unfamiliar Asian face in front of him, Zhuo Huan fell silent for a moment, then extended his hand without changing his expression. “So it’s you, we meet again.”

Gao Yun: “…”

You didn’t remember who I was at all!

Gao Yun smiled. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Zhuo. I’m truly honored. I am in charge of this Martha Airlines Flight 123 accident. For a big accident like JAL 917, EASA would send many senior investigators to handle it together, but this Martha Airlines 123 accident isn’t too big, so I am temporarily in charge alone. We have already investigated the crash site and transported the wreckage to a rented warehouse. Do you need to go see it?”

Zhuo Huan pondered for a moment. “Okay, thank you.”

Gao Yun: “You’re welcome.”

Just before leaving, Zhuo Huan turned back and said, “I have contacted someone to transport the body of the deceased co-pilot to another place.”

Gao Yun was stunned. “Mr. Zhuo, this seems against the rules. When a pilot dies, we will perform an autopsy on his body according to legal regulations to check for drunk driving, drug driving, or other adverse medical history such as sudden illness.”

Zhuo Huan was silent for a while. “You can perform an autopsy, of course, after obtaining his family’s consent.”

Gao Yun was about to say that this is a judicial procedure and autopsying a pilot’s body does not require the consent of relatives. Before he could speak, he heard Zhuo Huan continue, “But now his body must be transferred to a safer and more secret place first, because soon, reporters should be blocking this hospital.”

Gao Yun: “Mr. Zhuo, I don’t quite understand…”

Zhuo Huan: “Forget it, I’ve already arranged for someone.”

Gao Yun: “???” What have you arranged?

Zhuo Huan turned to Fu Cheng and said, “Let’s go, let’s go see the crash site.”

Gao Yun was confused by Zhuo Huan’s words and didn’t know why. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but judging by Zhuo Huan’s attitude, he didn’t seem to want to tell him the truth. He looked at Fu Cheng again. Fu Cheng thought for a moment and cast him an apologetic look.

Fu Cheng also felt that it would be better for as few people as possible to know about this matter. Otherwise, if the media captured this quiet town and surrounded the place where the plane crashed outside the town, it would definitely affect the investigation of the accident.

However, heaven does not grant people’s wishes.

Just as everyone walked to the hospital entrance, from afar, a black Rolls-Royce slowly drove up from the hospital gate. It stopped at the hospital entrance. The driver in a suit immediately got out and ran to open the rear 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 steadily, quickly got out, stumbled, and almost fell.

“Madam!” The driver immediately caught the lady’s arm and supported her.

This was an elegant and beautiful lady, about fifty years old, but extremely well-maintained. Even though her hair, meticulously styled with hair wax, was now like withered grass messily scattered on her head, it didn’t affect the grace in her gestures. Her eyes were red, red blood vessels crawling all over her eyeballs. Although her movements were fast and rather wretched, she still carried a lingering charm of slowness.

Supported by the driver, she walked up the hospital steps. Looking up, she saw Zhuo Huan, Fu Cheng, and the others.

Her gaze swept quickly and saw Zhuo Huan. After a stun, she remembered who this face was: “Reid Irvin Patrick? Why are you here?”

Zhuo Huan nodded slightly. “Madame Truffaut, I came with Stephanie.”

Hearing Lina’s name, a complex expression flashed across Madame Truffaut’s face.

“Where is Gerard?”

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment. “We were just about to take his body to a safe place.”

Madame Truffaut froze instantly, her lips parting, unable to speak.

The next moment, countless car sounds and noisy human voices came from the hospital gate.

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

Zhuo Huan curled his lip, emitting a slight “tsk” sound.

Fu Cheng frowned.

Gao Yun looked at the mass of black heads, then looked at the mysterious and graceful lady in front of him…

He suddenly understood a little why Zhuo Huan said just now that he wanted to move the person away.

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