Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"I'm going to see if father is here." Faced with his mother's regretful look and Xu Hui's strange eyes, Li Xuehao chose to run away.

After coming out of the ward, we arrived at the entrance of the hospital.

The door was almost blocked. Ambulances came one after another. Doctors and nurses who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward to receive the injured who got off the ambulance. Basically, they were all injured due to the previous explosion. Injured person.

The blonde female doctor Grace was also at the door, but she acted more as a "traffic policeman". While instructing the doctors and nurses to push the patients and injured in, she also had to evacuate nearby people and cars to ensure the entrance of the hospital. of smoothness.

Judging from the doctors and nurses under her command, she obviously has a high status in this hospital.

Li Xuehao stood aside, waiting for his father's arrival.

"Amy's son?" She had just directed a group of doctors and nurses to push the injured in. Grace wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to take a rest when she noticed the person not far away. She had just met him not long ago. Of course she didn't will be forgotten.

"Hello, Miss Grace, I'm waiting for my father." Li Xuehao said politely.

"Yeah." Grace nodded lightly, then turned away, as if she had nothing to talk to with such a little boy.

Li Xuehao could naturally see her disregard. It was the indifference of an adult towards an ignorant child, rather than the kind of disregard that looks down on people. This is a prejudice caused by the age gap. As she said, everyone under the age of thirty-five is a boy. Of course, they will be treated in the same way as a boy. Just imagine which adult would go and chat with a kid?

Not long after, another ambulance arrived, and Grace returned to her busy command work.

Li Xuehao finally found the person he was waiting for. He was a man about 1.9 meters tall who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had short hair and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was full of excitement. He looked bookish, but when he ran over, he didn't look at all calm as usual. Instead, his face was full of anxiety. He even didn't see the person standing at the door because he was in such a hurry.

"Father!" Li Xuehao took a step sideways and called out to him, otherwise he would have run in directly.

"Koji...where is your mother? Take me there quickly!" Manaka Kohei kept walking, grabbed him, and dragged him inside.

Li Xuehao paused. It was not that he was unwilling to cooperate with his father, but that he was unable to cooperate: "Father, you are going the wrong way, not over there."

Realizing that his mindless wandering would not help, Manaka Kohei let go of his hand and said: "You lead the way."

Li Xuehao walked in front and took him to the door of the independent ward: "Father, mom is inside, you go in, I have something to leave first."

Without giving much thought to his "unfilial" attitude of not caring about his mother even if she was hurt, Manaka Kohei hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in, shouting in his mouth: "Urakako, Urinako, how are you... …”

Li Xuehao had already gone far away at this time. He believed that even if he did not notify his mother in the ward in advance, with her rich acting experience, she would definitely be able to make his father happy, so he would not join in the fun.

When passing by the entrance of the hospital, he met the blond female doctor Grace again. Li Xuehao nodded to her. The latter had just finished his commanding work, glanced at him, nodded, and walked in.

After all, the injured were limited, and the ambulance would be over after a few pick-ups, and she no longer had to direct "traffic."

Li Xuehao was about to go back. Mingyue Yuehua probably hadn't woken up yet, so he could study the suitcase he just got.

…

On the other side, on a certain section of the Hudson River, several black cars were parked on the road along the bank.

More than a dozen men and women in black suits got out of the car and walked to the Hudson River.

Here, someone has already arrived first, also a group of people in black.

More than a dozen men in black who had arrived later came over. One of the men in black who was already waiting, a bald black man who seemed to be the leader, came forward.

"How is the situation?" The leader of the dozen or so men in black who arrived later is also bald, but he is white, about forty years old, and has a very thin build. Unlike the black man, who is bald and has muscles full of urgency.

"It has been determined that four of the six people who died were bank robbers and two were responders. Among them, the guy driving the plane was blown to pieces. Only some human tissue parts and five human bodies were found. It was smashed like a puddle of mud, but it was basically intact.”

While introducing the situation at the scene, he led a group of bald white people to several large bags packed in dark green plastic bags, and opened the zippers one by one, revealing the human-shaped "objects" inside.

In fact, it can only be described as an "object", because although the body of the person inside is still connected together, it is as if the whole person has been slapped by some huge force, and the body has been flattened. Bloody and bloody.

After seeing the bald white man and more than a dozen men in black, there was no fear or any other exaggerated expression on their faces. Apart from their frowning brows, they all looked calm, as if they were used to this kind of thing.

"Where is that thing?" The bald white man obviously cared more about other things.

"Maybe he fell into the river. We've sent frogmen down to look for him, but there's little hope." The bald black man said.

"Hmm?" The white man's bald head glanced at him, vaguely dissatisfied. What does it mean that there is little hope?

"Because it doesn't show on the GPS, if the thing fell into the river, no matter how deep it is, it can be seen on the GPS, but in fact it doesn't." The bald black man explained.

"You mean, that thing disappeared?" The bald white man looked at him coldly, suppressing his anger.

"No, this is just one of the guesses. Maybe there is something to prevent interference at the bottom of the river, so the GPS cannot locate it." The bald black man was not actually too afraid of him, at least the expression on his face still looked calm.

"I don't care what method you use or what price you spend. In short, I am going to see that thing today! If not, you will jump from here, or I will shoot you in the head!" The white bald man said viciously.

"I will record your threats and hand them over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs." The black man's bald face looked a little ugly. In fact, the two of them had no direct reporting relationship. The other person was at most half a level above him.

"As you wish." The bald white man said coldly and stood aside to watch.

The bald black man didn't like him at all because of his threats, and the atmosphere seemed very dull and tense for a while.

I don’t know how long it took, but large bubbles suddenly appeared on the river not far from the shore. Then, as the water rolled, four people wearing full diving equipment emerged from the river. These were the frogmen who were sent to search for things. .

Two of the frogmen walked up carefully carrying a flat object. The white man's bald head and the black man's bald man's eyes lit up when they saw it. However, when they saw what it was, they both frowned because it was not anything at all. What they are looking for.

"What is this?" When the four of them had completely brought what looked like a door to the shore, the bald white man asked coldly.

"Sir, it's plane wreckage." One of the frogmen replied.

"Ha--you just found this for me?" The white bald man seemed to be angry and laughed.

"Sir, this is the wreckage of the plane that the bank robbers took when they escaped." The frogman explained, pointing to the cabin door that was so tattered that it was almost unrecognizable. "Look here, there are five even scratches... …”

"So what?" The bald white man interrupted him impatiently. He was not here to listen to these boring trivial matters.

"Sir, this was not cut with any instrument, but someone scratched it with his fingers - no, to be precise, it was the marks that were made after inserting five fingers in first."

"Finger?" The white man's bald head noticed this special word.

"Yes, look here, the five round holes are very clear, where you insert your fingers first..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, the bald white man interrupted angrily, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I inserted five holes with my fingers and then made marks? Are you sure this isn't some bad movie? The plot that was used badly in the film?"

"Sir..." The frogman was not frightened. He just told the truth, "And here, you can see a clear fingerprint."

As the frogman spoke, he pointed to the hatch. He saw a clear handprint on the edge of the hatch. To be precise, it was a palm print. Judging from the size and shape, it was a human hand. One can almost imagine that someone once grabbed the helicopter door in his hand and left his palm print. But how much force would it take to create such a degree? Who left it behind?

The only thing that is certain is that humans simply cannot do this unless the other party is a monster.

The bald white man saw the palm print and fell into deep thought. The bald black man also saw it and fell into deep thought. This was the first time for them to encounter such a weird and incomprehensible thing.

"A mutant?" asked one of the women in black who followed the bald white man.

"Do you think you're watching a movie?" The bald white man frowned and scolded directly, "If there were mutants, we would have been ruled by them long ago. Do you think agents in real life are as powerful as in the movies? ? Or are mutants as stupid as in the movies?"

The female man in black blushed after being scolded and lowered her head in shame.

The bald white man thought for a moment and said to the bald black man in front of him: "I want the scene of the plane crashing. No, the scene from the escape to the crash. Don't miss any second in between."

"I think you will be disappointed. There are only a few dozen seconds before the crash. This was accidentally taken by someone nearby, and the picture quality is not very clear." The bald black man shook his head and said. The helicopter was flying too fast at that time, and There's also an anti-tracking system that can't be locked at all, so how can you still shoot? I was very lucky to have someone capture that scene by coincidence.

"Give it to me right now!" One second he said he needed a complete and complete picture, but the next moment he didn't care at all.

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