It seems that as long as we find a goal, we will become positive.
Caroline had this feeling. She began to observe Room 403, but it was her first time exploring the room carefully.
She came to the wardrobe, opened it, and looked at the clothes inside. This should be the wardrobe of Room 403. Usually, you can get a slight understanding of a person's personality from their dressing style.
Caroline was a little confident in her ability in this regard. This was not knowledge, but experience gained from actual combat. As for what actual combat is, you can guess it yourself.
Room 403 should have been a very cheerful and sunny guy. Caroline looked at the clothes here one by one.
Suddenly, a photo slid down from one of the clothes. This was a group photo of a man and a woman. The man was handsome, and the woman was beautiful.
This was a photo of them hugging. Under the setting sun, it had a little commemorative value.
This man is obviously not 'Arnold' and 'Haley' because he has another appearance. This person is Room 403? Is this his original appearance?
Caroline couldn't help but think of Room 403's white bandage wrapped around his face, revealing only two bloody streaks and a little scalp and hair.
She sat in front of the desk. Unlike Arnold's desk, this desk looked a little messy. Because it hadn't been moved for a long time, the books on the shelf had been covered with light dust.
Caroline took out a book and turned to the first page. There was a name written on it. She wrote her name on the book and marked it as a personal item, so this was the name of Room 403.
Caroline put the photo next to the name on the page. She looked at the man's bright smile in the photo and softly read the name written on the page: Lucas.
Lukas …
Caroline leaned back in her chair, holding the taser given to her by Room 403 in one hand to make herself feel safer. She began to think about her next move.
Revenge was a very tempting suggestion.
…
When 'Arnold' returned to the dormitory, it was already past six o 'clock in the morning. 'Arnold' looked a little tired.
Open the door … The moment he turned on the light, he saw Caroline sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees, looking like she hadn't slept all night.
Seeing that 'Arnold' had returned, Caroline hurriedly got out of bed, walked up to him, and grabbed his arm worriedly. She said anxiously, "Where did you go? I thought you had an accident and was considering whether to go out and look for you."
"I … I went to the self-study room." 'Arnold' felt the strength of Caroline's grip on his arm and asked in surprise, "You've been waiting for me all night?"
Caroline nodded silently. "I didn't dare to go out, but you didn't come back. I was even afraid that Boss Boston's people had come looking for you. That's why I don't even dare to turn on the lights … "
A pitiful woman could easily move a man's heart.
'Arnold' patted the back of Caroline's hand and said with a smile, "I'm indeed in a bad mood. Because of the recent exams, I plan to revise. Then, I don't know if I would lose track of time … I won't do it again. "
Caroline nodded and said casually, "No wonder your grades are so good. You really are a bookworm."
'Arnold' smiled embarrassedly.
Caroline poured a glass of warm water for 'Arnold', then yawned and said, "I'm relieved that you're back … By the way, there's food in the microwave. If you're hungry, take it out and eat. I made it casually, but the taste may not be good."
'Arnold' was startled and subconsciously looked at the microwave, wanting to say something. At this time, Caroline had already climbed onto the bed and lay down lazily. She was defenseless and said in a daze, "I can't do it. I'm so sleepy … You do your own thing."
'Arnold' stared blankly at Caroline's back.
He stood there with the glass of water in his hand. After a long time, "Arnold" quietly turned on the microwave. There was a bowl of pasta inside … Because it had been left there for a long time, the pasta had long since turned to mush.
He sat down with the bowl and ate quietly.
Quietly, silently, bit by bit … Slowly, slowly.
…
…
In the morning, Mr. Orfey walked downstairs with a heavy head. He didn't have a good night's sleep.
Barbara seemed to have been busy in the kitchen early in the morning. When she saw Mr. Orfey come down, she quickly wiped her hands with her apron and walked up with a worried look on her face. "Sir, are you awake?"
Mr. Orfey frowned. Looking at Barbara, he said, "He … he hasn't come out yet?"
Barbara nodded. "He hasn't stopped since you said to lock Mr. Franch up last night. I was so sleepy that I fell asleep at night. When I woke up in the morning, Mr. Franch was still inside, working alone. "
Mr. Orfey felt something was wrong. He suddenly rushed out and soon came to the workshop behind the yard. Through the window, he saw Dr. Franch walking around with a football in his hand.
On the walls, on the floor … Everywhere, there seemed to be more formulas written in chalk than last night.
Dr. Franch muttered to the football, but Mr. Orfey couldn't hear what he was saying. He hurriedly unlocked the door and walked in.
Dr. Franch didn't seem to notice at all. He muttered some formulas and experimental data that Mr. Orfey couldn't understand.
"Enough." Mr. Orfey suddenly felt a little sad. "Enough, it's enough! I'll let someone arrange for you to go back to the research institute, okay? "
Dr. Franch didn't seem to hear it, but he seemed to suddenly think of something. He suddenly threw away the football in his hand, then picked up a piece of chalk and bent over the table to write something.
"Are you really crazy?" Mr. Orfey muttered to himself. But in the next moment, Mr. Orfey suddenly showed a frightened expression!
Dr. Franch suddenly picked up the cup next to him, took a sip of something, and then put it down again … It was just like the action of a person who was obsessed with work casually taking a sip of water.
But the thing in the cup was … Mr. Orfey rushed forward in shock. Because he found a container under the table, a container of detergent.
"Spit it out! Father, spit it out!! "Mr. Orfey was shocked and hurriedly shook Dr. Franch's body.
At this time, he saw that Dr. Franch's face was abnormally pale and his lips were dim.
"Don't be noisy …" Dr. Franch glared at Mr. Orfey, but before he could finish his sentence, he spat out a lot of white foam and then fell to the ground, his body twitching.
Mr. Orfey picked up Dr. Franch and rushed out of the workshop. At this time, Barbara came out with a plate of breakfast. Seeing this situation, she was so scared that she dropped the food on the ground, "Sir! What happened? "
"He drank the detergent as water, he should have drunk a lot …" Mr. Orfey hurriedly said, "Go and get my car keys!"
Barbara hurriedly ran upstairs.
Mr. Orfey's car rushed out of the house at a very fast speed. Mr. Orfey's hands trembled as he held the steering wheel. His lips trembled slightly. While looking ahead, he frequently looked back at the unconscious Dr. Franch in the passenger seat, breathing heavily.
Mr. Offie suddenly remembered something and dialed the phone in the car … He made a call back to his workplace.
"Officer, good morning …"
"I'll give you five minutes to get the traffic police to block the road from my house to the hospital! I want a smooth road!! This is an order!! "
After Mr. Orfey finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He anxiously looked ahead, "You must be okay, don't be okay …"
The Security Department had a lot of power, so much so that the streets of Rio were suddenly congested in the morning. The traffic lights on several main streets suddenly turned red, but a black private car sped all the way, crazily running through one red light intersection after another.
"Doctor!! Doctor!!! Someone!! "
Almost roaring, Mr. Orfey carried Dr. Franch's body and rushed through the hospital door.
In front of the hospital hall, Mr. Orfey, who was wearing pajamas and slippers, hugged his father with a pale face and felt the world spinning. "Doctor!!!!"
The paramedics rushed out with a mobile bed and hurriedly carried Dr. Franch up. Mr. Orfey followed them all the way to the emergency room.
He watched as the lights in the emergency room lit up. Then, he slid down the wall and sat down in exhaustion, feeling dejected.
Not long after, Barbara hurried to the hospital and quickly found Mr. Orfey sitting on the ground outside the emergency room. She helped Mr. Orfey up, "Sir … It's okay, it'll be okay."
Mr. Orfey silently glanced at Barbara. He looked at the corridor light, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "At that time … it was also like this."
"Sir?"
Mr. Orfey smiled bitterly, "Maggie, my wife. She was inside, but I couldn't do anything. And today … Barbara, do you think I did something wrong? "
Barbara didn't know how to comfort him at this time. She could only silently pat Mr. Orfey's shoulder and then said, "Sir, I brought you clothes, why don't you change first … I saw a lot of reporters outside."
As an important public figure in this country, Mr. Orfey was naturally easy to recognize.
In the past, Mr. Orfey would naturally avoid such things, but this time, he didn't have such thoughts. He shook his head and said, "There are security guards outside. They won't let them in so easily … Barbara, don't tell Louis about this for now. Let's see how it goes."
Barbara nodded.
After a long time, the emergency room light dimmed. The doctor took off his mask and walked out. Mr. Orfey hurriedly went up to ask.
"It's okay." The doctor smiled and said, "Fortunately, he was sent here in time. We've pumped the patient's stomach. Next, we'll wait for him to wake up. But the patient is old, so pay more attention in the future and don't eat anything by mistake. Fortunately, it's just ordinary detergent this time. If he drank pesticides, it would be troublesome. "
"Thank you, doctor," Mr. Orfey said gratefully.
The doctor shook his head and then said respectfully, "Mr. Orfey, you don't have to thank me. This is what I should do … However, you should change your clothes."
Obviously, the doctor also recognized the head of the Ministry of Security who was wearing pajamas and slippers.
Mr. Orfey nodded and then took the phone from Barbara. Dr. Franky was finally safe. Next, he naturally had to settle the large-scale road closures.
This was a case of abuse of power, but Mr. Orfey couldn't care so much at this time. He could only minimize the impact as much as possible.
…
…
"Young Master, please have some tea."
Gan Hong held a cup of warm water with both hands. After putting it down, she stood aside respectfully … This reminded Luoqiu of the maidservants in the old era.
In fact, Luoqiu was no stranger to having someone follow him wherever he went — or rather, he had long been used to having someone following him wherever he went.
Of course, there was not much comparison between the two.
"— Local news: Traffic jam in Rio in the morning …"
That was a line of text that appeared at the bottom of the TV screen. The screen was mainly about the local news — of course, for the people present, they didn't care much about it.
"Okay, then I'll set off." After Song Haoran finished the remaining half of the fried dough stick, he took a tissue to wipe his lips and stood up.
Luoqiu withdrew his gaze from the TV and nodded to Song Haoran, "Have a safe trip."
After watching Song Haoran leave, Song Tianyou continued, "Luoqiu, I'm going to the temple next. Do you want to come with me?"
My humble house is very big. It's not strange to have a temple. Seeing that Luoqiu seemed to be a little curious, Fifth Uncle explained, "Master has the habit of chanting scriptures every day."
Luoqiu shook his head and said, "I don't think I'll go."
Song Tianyou didn't force him. This was his personal behavior, so he nodded and said, "Okay. If you feel bored, let Gan Hong take you around. She'll arrange everything. "
So, there was the scene of Gan Hong holding a cup of warm water and standing on the side.
Luoqiu put down the "History of the Ming Dynasty" in his hand and looked at Gan Hong curiously, "Did I ask for it?"
Gan Hong quickly said, "It'll be too late when you want to say it, so it's better for me to send it in advance."
Luoqiu nodded and lowered his head to read the book again.
Gan Hong suddenly asked, "Master Qiu, aren't you curious?"
"What's there to be curious about?"
Gan Hong gritted her teeth and said, "When we were on the train …"
Luoqiu said casually, "The Song family isn't simple, so I'm not curious. There's probably a reason for you to appear twice … Sit down, don't keep standing. There's no one here. "
"No, no." Gan Hong quickly shook her head and said, "I'm your woman now. It's very unruly."
Luoqiu was surprised, "It seems that the Song family still retains a lot of unnecessary traditional rules. Don't you hate it?"
Gan Hong slowly said, "My life is given by the Song family. I'll do whatever the master wants me to do."
"Even if he gives you to me?" Luoqiu looked up and asked.
Gan Hong nodded seriously and said, "But Master Qiu, you didn't refuse, right?"
Luoqiu shook his head and said, "I just think that if I refuse directly, you'll be embarrassed in front of so many people. Next, I'll make it clear to Master Song and find a reason to cover up this matter."
Gan Hong looked at Luoqiu in a daze.
Luoqiu smiled and said, "So many people are looking at you. It must be uncomfortable."
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