Tang En had never imagined such a scene in his mind.
The clever little Gavin lay quietly on the cold trolley in the hospital morgue, covered with a white cloth. Other than the light coming in from the corridor at the door, the rest of the room was dark. The environment did not match Gavin's image at all. The child was supposed to be sunny and lively. Sometimes he would deliberately pretend to be mature and frown, but he would be exposed as soon as he spoke.
Michael said he had good grades and was very smart. Tang En also thought he should have a bright future. He might become a banker, a lawyer, and the British Prime Minister.
But Gavin said that if he really had that much money in the future, he must buy the Forest team and then sign a lifetime contract with Tang En. The liquidated damages for both sides were as high as one trillion pounds. No matter what kind of player Tang En wanted, he would not hesitate to pay for it and would never bargain with the other club. But Tang En had to lead the Forest team to become the best team in the world, win all the championships, surpass Manchester United and Liverpool to become the most successful club in Britain, and surpass Real Madrid to become the most successful club in the world. As a thank you, he would treat Tang En to seven days and seven nights of continuous drinking at Uncle Burns' bar.
When Tang En heard the child's strange ideals, he laughed and was overjoyed. As a result, Michael yelled at him, "Don't mock my son's ideals!"
Thinking of these past events, Tang En took a step forward. He wanted to see Gavin one last time. But just as he placed his hand on the white cloth, a hoarse and tired voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the room. "Don't look, your face has been trampled …"
He was startled by the sudden sound, and then his hand paused and retracted. Then Tang En looked up and in the dim corner, he saw Michael sitting on the ground with his back against the wall.
There were chairs in the room for people to rest on, but he was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. His hair was messy and stuck to his head. His sweat had been dried by the hospital's air conditioner, but his face was still dirty. Tang En could not see clearly, but he could guess what was on it. He looked as if he had aged 20 years overnight, and his eyes were lifeless as he looked at the door.
His messy white coat was also stained with large patches of blood. It was a ghastly sight.
In Tang En's twenty-six years of life, this was not the first time he had faced such a thing — a life that was closely related to him had suddenly disappeared. It was like a magician's trick. With a bang, the dove was turned into a pigeon.
But he still did not know how to comfort the living who had lost their loved ones.
He could only stand in silence in front of this painful man, unable to say a word.
On the way to the hospital, John roughly told him what happened. Because he wasn't there at the time, he didn't go into detail.
Mark Hodge's club and Millwall's club, the Bushwackers, launched a fierce "battle of honor" at the agreed place. The Forest fans, who won the game, laughed loudly at Millwall, and the Millwall fans fought back with their fists. As a result, Hodge's club could not withstand the fierce offensive of the Millwall football hooligans. They began to collapse, and then a small-scale city chase began.
As Mark Hodge's men were fleeing, they bumped into Gavin Bernard, who was waiting for his father to come back from buying magazines. Then, they knocked him to the ground. The Forest fans, who only cared about escaping, and the Millwall hooligans, who were howling and chasing after their opponents, did not notice the thin figure lying on the ground. The crowd trampled over him and ran away while screaming …
Tang En did not want to recall the details. It would be too cruel.
The room quieted down again, except for the slight hum of the air conditioner. Tang En suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room was oppressive. Little Bernard's soul seemed to be wrapped around him, making it hard for him to breathe.
He looked again at Michael, who sat in the corner as if his soul had been sucked out, and Tang En quietly retreated.
The corridor was empty, and the pale light could not shine into the morgue. Tang En felt a fire burning in his chest, surging upward. The oppressive feeling did not ease at all. Instead, it grew tighter.
He decided to leave the place.
When he was near the hospital entrance, he saw a taxi stop by the side of the road. A panic-stricken woman ran out of the car and stumbled into the hospital building. Only then did Walker get out of the car and quickly chase after her.
Tang En hid himself in the shadows. He did not want others to see him. When the taxi was about to leave, he quickly went up and reached out to stop it.
The Forest Bar, which was usually bustling with activity, was very quiet tonight. There were not many customers, and those who remained were drinking with their heads down, talking in low voices. It did not look like a bar where football fans gathered. The owner of the bar, Kenny Burns, sat behind the bar, wiping a wine glass repeatedly. But his mind was clearly not on wiping the glass. His eyes were looking at the door, but they seemed to be unfocused.
When the door opened, the look in his eyes changed slightly. But the person who came in was not Tony Twain or Des Walker. Instead, it was Bill, who was often with Michael and John.
The moment he entered, Bill raised his head and looked around curiously. Forest had finished a regular season today. Everyone would definitely come to the bar to drink, chat, and celebrate. Why was it so quiet? He looked up and saw Burns. Realizing that Burns was also looking at him, he raised his hand in greeting.
"Hey, Kenny. Do you know what happened? Where did everyone go? "
Burns replied, "They didn't tell you?"
"No. I just came after dinner … Oh, right. I met Tony on the way here. "
Burns stared at Bill.
"He asked me where Mark Hodge and the others usually gathered. He didn't look too good … Uh, Kenny, what happened?" Halfway through his sentence, Bill realized that the customers in the bar had all stood up from their seats. The way they were staring at him made him shudder.
Burns stood up and leaned his body over the bar. He grabbed Bill's shirt and asked, "He's alone?"
Bill nodded. He was shocked. What was going on today? Everyone was acting weird.
"Bastard!" Burns scolded in a low voice. "Bill, if Tony has anything … Damn it! Pull him back! Damn it! "
After he finished speaking, he ran out first.
Bill looked at the strange scene and was confused.
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