Mr. Orfey was very casual when he was working and would not always maintain his serious image.
In fact, in the office, taking off his suit, undoing his tie, and rolling up his sleeves would make him feel more at ease.
At 7: 40 pm, Mr. Orfey, who had finished testing the new listening device, still did not leave his workplace and chose to work overtime.
In the afternoon, there were still some unresolved issues in the joint press conference with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In addition, according to intelligence, there was also a group of foreign agents who had infiltrated the country with unknown intentions.
"Sir, we caught a few people unexpectedly!"
Suddenly, the secretary barged into Mr. Orfey's office, looking very anxious. Mr. Orfey knew that something serious must have happened and his face darkened. "Who did you catch?"
"Two men and a woman from the United States Federal Investigation Agency!" The secretary said seriously.
"What happened?" Mr. Orfey immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Sir, you asked me to thoroughly investigate the guest list on the day of the hostage case. I compared them one by one according to the surveillance video at the gate and the guest list and found that there were a few people who did not match." The secretary quickly said, "They were going to leave at 4 pm on the train. Fortunately, our people arrived in time … but in the process, one escaped."
"Did these people say anything?" Mr. Orfey quickly asked.
The secretary shook his head. "These people are very stubborn and did not say anything. They only asked that we should follow the humanitarian principle. I'm thinking that maybe we should use the truth-telling serum on them. "
"Yes." Mr. Orfey was very decisive. "Go and prepare. You must interrogate them as soon as possible. I'll be right there! Also, check the guest list again. I want to make sure that no one is left out! "
"Yes!" The secretary went out directly.
Mr. Orfey rubbed his forehead. The hostage case at the theater that day, it seemed that the more he investigated, the more he found out. It was like a bottomless abyss.
He took a sip of coffee to refresh himself and planned to rush to the interrogation room immediately. However, he suddenly remembered something and called home.
"Hello, it's me, Barbara … Hmm, is Louis back?"
"Dr. Frange brought Louis home in the afternoon. He's very obedient now and is writing his thoughts on today's visit to the science museum in his room. I'm accompanying him. "
"Thank you for your hard work, Babla." Mr. Orfey nodded before suddenly asking, "What about him? Is he not at home? "
Mr. Orfey had a very bad relationship with his father, Dr. Franky. As a maid, Barbara knew this very well. Therefore, she did not mind that Mr. Orfey had used 'him' as a reference.
"Oh, the doctor came back to watch the news and heard that there was another memorial gathering at the theater. He wanted to go and take a look, so he went out after dinner."
"Mmm … I'm fine now." Mr. Orfey said calmly, "Please keep Louis company. I might come back late tonight, or I might not come back at all."
"It's fine. I can work overtime." Barbara quickly agreed, then sighed and said, "Mr. Orfey, I really suggest that you find another wife. This family still lacks a mistress."
"Barbara."
"I'm listening. What is it?"
"Sorry to trouble you."
After saying this, Mr. Orfey directly hung up the phone. Then, he loosened his sleeves, buttoned them up, and put on his tie again. After that, he took off his suit jacket from the hanger and put it on.
When he walked out of the office, Mr. Orfey suddenly covered the photo frame on the table … That was a photo of him and his late wife.
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…
Tapping the fingers of his left hand on the elbow of his right hand, the 'second cousin' suddenly frowned and looked at the time.
It hadn't even been ten minutes yet, but he suddenly had a feeling that something was going to happen. At this moment, a woman was about to enter the ladies' washroom.
The 'second cousin' put his hand on the woman's shoulder without saying anything, saying coldly, "It's under maintenance. You can go somewhere else."
The woman said unwillingly, "Who are you? There's no 'maintenance' sign here. Why can't I go in? "
The 'second cousin' slightly narrowed his eyes, "I said, you can't go in."
The ferocious gaze and the fingers that squeezed the woman's shoulder scared her. She retreated, turned around, and fled this place in horror, not daring to look back.
The 'second cousin' looked around and directly walked into the ladies' washroom. There happened to be a woman touching up her makeup in front of the sink. Seeing a ferocious man coming in, she immediately screamed.
The 'second cousin' simply lifted his clothes, revealing the pistol on his belt, and shouted, "Shut up and get out!"
The woman was so scared that she directly stuck to the wall, moving all the way past the 'second cousin', and then ran away quickly. The 'second cousin' then quickly walked to the toilet for the disabled and slapped it a few times, "Come out, time's up! Go away immediately! "
But there was no response from inside.
The 'second cousin' frowned and did not intend to continue waiting. He directly kicked the door open! What made him angry was that there was no one inside. Caroline had disappeared!
The handcuffs were still hanging alone on the handrail next to him, and there were no signs of them being opened. However, the 'second cousin' found a bottle of medical lubricant on the toilet bowl.
There was a sticky liquid left on the handcuffs …
The 'second cousin' immediately understood how Caroline unlocked the handcuffs!
“SHIT！” He was so angry that he punched the door next to him, but he quickly reacted. He had been guarding outside and did not see Caroline come out. It was impossible for her to climb out of this toilet! So she must still be here!
At this moment, the 'second cousin' suddenly felt his vision turn dark!
Something was directly over his head – it should be a bucket – the kind used to mop the floor and fill water!
He quickly realized that Caroline was sneaking up on him!
However, this toilet was very narrow. Although it was for the disabled, it was still not much spacious! 'Second Cousin' only felt that he had been kicked hard in the back, and he immediately bumped into the washbasin.
The 'second cousin' pressed his hands on the sink and supported his body. He pulled out the pistol on his belt with one hand. Just as he was about to fight back, he suddenly felt an unbearable weight!
Caroline mercilessly kicked his crotch from behind!
Legend has it that the pain factor when this place is injured is comparable to a woman's childbirth … The 'second cousin' directly covered his crotch and fell down in pain. His head was still covered by the bucket.
Kacha Kacha.
The pistol fell to the ground at some point and slid out.
Caroline suddenly shivered at this moment. She subconsciously picked up the pistol and pointed at the 'second cousin'. Her hands trembled and she could not hold it steadily … She did not dare to shoot.
She hurriedly escaped.
Caroline had just rushed out of the corridor when she found that everyone was looking at her. In her panic, she kept holding the pistol in her hand. The crowd looked at her in horror, and some people even squatted on the ground in fear.
"Bitch! Don't even think about running!! "
The 'second cousin' had already rushed out, his expression twisted as he angrily rushed towards Caroline. It was just that his crotch was injured, so his running posture was somewhat indecent.
Caroline could not care too much. She lowered her head, hugged the pistol, and rushed out of the hospital door.
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"Excuse me, excuse me … Thank you, thank you."
When Dr. Franch arrived, the memorial service had just begun. A pastor was invited, holding a Bible and a cross. After the emcee finished his speech, it was the pastor's turn to speak.
Dr. Franch finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, took off his hat, and lowered his head to listen.
The pastor's voice slowly sounded.
Dr. Franch was originally listening carefully, but at this moment, he was a little annoyed by the lowered voices of the two men beside him.
"It's true, my brother-in-law is an officer in the police station. He told me that before their people arrived, those bandits were actually unconscious, and all the guns were mysteriously dismantled. And I heard that the bandits even installed a powerful bomb and detonated it, but miraculously, it did not have any power … "
"You … Did you hear a very strange sound at that time?"
"Dear guest, is there anything you need?" The man suddenly said quietly.
The other party listened, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "You … You heard it too? I, I thought it was an illusion at that time. "
"No, I really heard it … At that time, there was something … invisible … in the dark …"
"I, I think I heard it too … I even agreed … At first, I just thought that I was too scared and hallucinated …" This was the voice of the third man.
"My wife has also been talking to me about this matter these two days …" This was the fourth voice.
Dr. Franky frowned. It seemed that gradually, more and more people began to discuss something that happened that day. He only managed to piece together a general idea from the bits and pieces he heard.
Most of them heard the same voice, like a call from the depths of their hearts.
The voice said the same thing to all of them.
Some people agreed, some didn't, but the result was that their common wish was realized, and everyone was safe.
Then, at the end of the kidnapping case, there were a few bizarre things. The bandits collectively fainted, the guns were inexplicably dismantled, and the explosion of the bomb did not have the original power.
The voices of discussion seemed to be out of control.
There was originally a strange atmosphere at the memorial service. Everyone was wearing black clothes, holding candles, and the surroundings were quiet.
It seemed to be mysterious.
A mysterious feeling came quietly.
Dr. Franch felt more and more that something was wrong … Many people here seemed to have fallen into a strange mental state. They seemed to be dominated by their own conjectures and the inexplicable things in front of them, causing them to feel awe of certain things.
The women hugged their children and joined in the discussion from time to time. The men were sometimes silent, sometimes trying to make some explanations, and sometimes unable to verify their opinions.
Some people seemed to have left quietly, not intending to participate in this memorial service that suddenly changed.
The pastor noticed that something seemed to have happened at the memorial service, so he cleared his throat, coughed twice, and said solemnly, "Please keep quiet."
Then, the crowd calmed down.
"Really … I really heard it …"
It seemed that … They were not completely calm, and they were still whispering.
Dr. Franch shook his head, and he wanted to leave. As a scientist, he really did not agree with some people who supported mysticism.
Anyway, he had already offered flowers and had a moment of silence.
"Thank the Lord for his mercy, allowing us to be rescued in the disaster …" The pastor seemed to want to end this memorial service with a strange atmosphere as soon as possible, so he sped up his pace.
Dr. Franch had already turned around, but at this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the crowd, a little hoarse and a little disdainful.
"God can't save us. He only knows how to create humans, and after that, he doesn't care. "
"Who!" The pastor suddenly looked like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his face sank, "Who is blaspheming!"
"I …"
The man's voice came from the crowd again — the crowd began to stagger, tracking the source of the voice, and then made a straight path to the front.
A guy wearing a loose suit … and a mask, raised his left hand at this time and slowly said, "… I said it."
Masks were a type that could be seen everywhere in the carnival, and it even gave people the feeling that this was something bought casually from a street stall.
When the strange man saw that the crowd had made way for him, he swaggered forward and stopped in front of the priest.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" The pastor's manners were still very good, even though this guy seemed to have some bad intentions.
The guy with the mask looked around at this time … Of course, he was Buggy, who was left here by Miss Maid.
Buggy also felt desperate. What could he do? There were police officers around the memorial service to maintain order.
If it was in the past, there would be no problem. The key was that he was now a fugitive. Was it really a man to let him appear in front of the police officers openly?
Fortunately, he found a shop that sold carnival masks. In Rio, a carnival city, it was really easy to find this kind of carnival mask.
Even so, Buggy's heart was still beating fast at this time. God knew if these police officers would come up and directly take off his mask, and then there would be nothing left for him to do?
She must have been watching from somewhere … That black-hearted maid!
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