stonecrandall Chapter 192
Chapter 192
At the chaotic and messy accident scene, the wind whistled through the broken car windows, making a heart-pounding scream. As soon as Thorn finished speaking, Nighthawk's stern face instantly corrected himself with an extremely solemn expression.
His sharp eyes, like those of a falcon, revealed deep worry and vigilance at this moment.
"This is not an ordinary game. This is a life-and-death game of fooling and contesting."
Although Nighthawk only corrected two words, these two words were like a heavy hammer, instantly making Thorn's vigilance more solemn.
Thorn's brows were tightly furrowed, forming two deep ravines, and his eyes were full of worry.
His eyes wandered between Nighthawk and the surrounding ruins, as if he was trying to find a glimmer of hope, but was swallowed by endless darkness.
Perhaps as Nighthawk said, they had already stepped into the game of conspiracy and crisis carefully woven by their opponents without realizing it.
At this moment, there was no way out behind them.
There was a dead silence all around, only the car that was smashed beyond recognition was still emitting wisps of black smoke, and the wind seemed to be mixed with the enemy's ridicule and threats, which made people terrified. The only choice was to face it bravely and fearlessly, even if there was a sea of fire and a deep abyss ahead.
Although this investigation in the library was extremely dangerous, everything the other party had carefully designed was obviously intended to warn them not to go to the library. The vehicles that suddenly rushed out and the figures hidden in the darkness seemed to be telling the unfathomable depth of this conspiracy.
But at this time, Nighthawk had made up his mind unswervingly. If he showed cowardice and retreated at this time, wouldn't it be more in line with the other party's wishes?
Nighthawk clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white because of the force, and his eyes were firm and resolute, as if burning a flame that would never go out.
"Thorn, you stay alert here. I'll check the car to see if it can still be driven normally. By the way, call the nearby traffic department and ask them to deal with this traffic accident."
Nighthawk quickly put away his slightly messy clothes and solemnly instructed Thorn.
His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable determination. Nighthawk's hair was messy in the wind, and there was a little dust on his face, but his eyes were still firm and bright.
But just as he was about to turn around to check his damaged car, Thorn suddenly shouted without warning: "Wait a minute."
Thorn's voice echoed in the empty field, with a hint of eagerness and anxiety.
Nighthawk heard Thorn's cry and instinctively sighed deeply, and his resolute face suddenly showed an extremely melancholy expression.
A trace of helplessness and worry flashed in his eyes, because he was worried that Thorn would not be willing to obey his command again.
His heart was filled with worry, and his brows furrowed even tighter, as if they could kill a fly.
"The car was not hit very badly just now, so it should be still drivable. We are still about two kilometers away from the library. It is enough for me to check it alone. You stay where you are and be alert. Pay attention to safety."
Nighthawk's voice sounded in the silence, with a hint of urgency and unquestionable. He stared at Thorn, hoping that he could follow his arrangements.
"Be obedient!"
Because he was worried that Thorn would be angry, Nighthawk hurriedly winked at Thorn with earnest words.
His eyes were full of expectation and pleading, which meant almost: Give me face and listen to me once, okay?
Nighthawk's expression seemed a little humble and helpless. He knew Thorn's temper very well, but at this critical moment, he had to let Thorn follow his command.
Thorn gave Nighthawk a slight look, with a little dissatisfaction and stubbornness in his eyes.
The corner of his mouth slightly turned down, and he pointed at Nighthawk's pocket and said:
"I don't mean to stop you from checking the car. I want to ask, let me see the photo you just put in your pocket." There was a hint of urgency and curiosity in Thorn's voice.
Thorn's sudden words startled Nighthawk.
His body froze instantly, as if he was cast under a spell.
The next second, he turned around hurriedly, tremblingly took out the photo in his pocket, and carefully handed it to Thorn.
"Have you seen the little girl in the photo?"
This photo was accidentally discovered by Thorn when he was checking the pocket of the dead driver in the truck.
The edge of the photo was a little worn, as if it had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
After preliminary judgment, the little girl with a bright smile in this photo should be the driver's daughter or other relatives..
Her innocent smile seemed so out of place in this scene full of blood and conspiracy.
At this moment, the driver was dead and his face was completely destroyed, making it difficult to identify his identity.
Nighthawk took the photo away, intending to keep it for later to confirm his identity.
The moment Nighthawk put the photo into his pocket, Thorn accidentally saw the content of the photo, and felt a little familiar for a moment, so he hurriedly stopped Nighthawk.
Thorn took the photo in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. His eyes were focused and hot, as if he wanted to see through the thin photo to see the secrets hidden behind it.
Then he murmured to himself: "I really seem to have seen it somewhere, but I just can't remember it."
His brows were furrowed, like two thick ropes tangled together, and his eyes were fixed on the photo, as if his eyes could penetrate the paper and reach the depths of his memory.
He tried to search for relevant clues in the depths of his memory, and beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, flickering faintly in the dim light.
Thorn's words confused Nighthawk. The driver drove the truck to cause this car accident, and his means were cruel and his plan was meticulous. He must not be an ordinary person.
Nighthawk secretly speculated that perhaps he was also a member of the spy organization.
Since he was a member of the spy organization, how could Thorn have met his family?
Nighthawk was full of doubts, and his brows were twisted into a knot. The deep wrinkles seemed to be the external manifestation of his inner entanglement.
"Forget it if you can't remember it. When the body is sent to the criminal police team, a fingerprint analysis will be conducted. I believe the identity of the deceased can be determined."
Nighthawk saw that Thorn seemed familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, so he was ready to turn around and leave.
But after taking two steps, Jingzhi suddenly spoke: "I remember, I did see this little girl. When Chihu and I went to the periphery to investigate, Chihu drove to a kindergarten to pick up his girlfriend Tang Wan. Tang Wan picked up this little girl at this kindergarten at that time."
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