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Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Captain Lucas Died

I nodded, got out of the car, and watched him leave.

The address sent by Captain Lucas was not far away, and I had originally planned to go directly. But I had barely taken a few steps when raindrops suddenly fell from the sky. The rain in this season was the coldest.

Got wet, prone to getting sick.

I took a turn, bought an umbrella, and then followed the address given to me by Captain Lucas. The address Captain Lucas gave me was in a not-so-crowded alley behind the downtown area. Just as I entered the alley, I saw him getting off the car, ready to walk towards the agreed place in the alley. I couldn't help but wave at him, "Yang..."

The sudden roar drowned out my voice, it was a motorcycle that had suddenly driven past me from behind. The noise was so loud that I didn't have time to react. All I saw was the motorcycle suddenly crashing directly into Captain Lucas, who was walking away from me. He was walking by the side of the road, where there was enough room for the motorcycle to pass, but it went straight for him.

He was completely unguarded, almost crushed and dragged for a hundred meters, his blood staining a large stretch of the road red.

I stood frozen in place, my entire being seemed to stop breathing. For a few seconds, I thought I was experiencing a hallucination.

The car sped away, leaving Captain Lucas lying on the ground, a bloody mess.

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I had stumbled my way over, my umbrella long since blown away by the wind. I arrived at Captain Lucas's side, where he lay in a pool of blood. The cold rain had soaked his body. He was lying on his back, facing the sky, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. His hands and feet were also drenched in fresh blood.

"Captain Lucas, I... I'll take you to the hospital, to the hospital..." I was shaking all over, wanting to help him up, but afraid that moving him would intensify his pain. I frantically searched for my phone to call for help.

My sleeve was grabbed by him, he looked at me, the blood at the corner of his mouth still surging.

Seeing that he had something to say to me, I leaned down, close to his ear, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "Captain Lucas, you speak, I'm listening, I'm listening."

He opened his mouth, his voice weakly saying, "Bag... bag..."

From his intermittent speech, I heard two words. I looked back around and indeed, not far away, there was a soaked leather bag lying there. I crawled over and picked up the bag.

He looked at me, each word he spoke was accompanied by a gush of fresh blood from his mouth, "Yi...chen is..."

"Puff!" He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body suddenly seemed as if it had been drained of blood, instantly losing vitality. I watched as he slowly let go of the sleeve of my clothes he was clutching, his eyes still fixed on me.

My brain buzzed, and it took me a while to replace my voice, "Yang... Captain Lucas..."

The only responses to me were the drifting heavy rain and the biting wind.

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I was at a loss, frantically searching for my phone to call for help. My tears, fear, and even sadness were all mixed together. I didn't know what I was saying to the person on the other end, I was just desperately pleading for them to save Captain Lucas.

Later, more people gathered around us. Someone opened an umbrella for us, and someone else called 120 (the emergency number in China).

Until we reached the hospital, where Captain Lucas was rushed into the emergency room, I was shaking all over.

Until a man, both familiar and strange, appeared before me. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, looking at his police uniform, feeling somewhat reassured. My voice trembled as I said, "It was murder, murder..."

The man in front of me had a grave expression. He pulled me to sit down, looking at the snakeskin bag I was clutching tightly in my arms, his voice hoarse as he asked, "What is this?"

I let go, handed it to him, shook my head, "I don't know."

He opened it, many things inside were completely soaked. There was a photo, I looked at it, feeling an extreme familiarity with the person in the photo, especially the invisible malice emanating from him. Suddenly, I remembered who it was, I couldn't help but shudder, and exclaimed, "It's him!"

The man next to me looked at me, frowning, "Do you know?"

I remained silent, my thoughts gradually becoming clearer. I also recognized the person in front of me as someone I had seen before at the police station - Stanley.

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He was Hilda's son.

Looking at him, it took me a while to nod, "I've seen him a few times around Daniel."

He looked at me, his brows furrowed, "Daniel, the wealthy merchant from Freyhedge?"

I nodded.

At that moment, the door to the emergency room opened. Stanley and I both looked over. The doctor walked towards us, his face heavy with guilt. He began to speak, "I'm sorry, we did our best. The patient's internal organs were severely damaged. He was already gone when he arrived."

For a moment, it was as if someone had hit the pause button in the corridor. Stanley and I stood frozen in place for a long time, only able to hear the doctor's helpless sigh and the fading footsteps. "Stopped breathing," a few simple words announced the end of a life, as hurried as a fleeting moment.

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