It Was You novel Chapter 902

"Hugh is a resourceful man. We can play with him as he wants," Martin said in a low voice.

Carlos nodded and was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID was Arthur.

The corners of Carlos's mouth twitched. He thought that Arthur was so jealous that he didn't want to call Martin.

Taking a glance at Martin from the corner of his eyes, Carlos picked up the phone stealthily, "Hello, Mr. Arthur, can I help you?"

"Of course! Why should I call you if I have nothing else to do?" Arthur's voice was somewhat angry and impatient. "I just received the news that the murderer of a series of cases has committed another crime. I have specially approved it with my superior. If you are interested, you can come here to learn about the case."

Hearing this, Carlos was stunned and said, "The murderer of a series of cases committed a crime again? Did Hugh take action?"

"I didn't tell you the murderer was Hugh! The suspect is an unexpected person..." Blue veins stood out on Arthur's forehead. He pressed his temples and said, "Forget it. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Besides, I can't tell you this on the phone. If you really want to know, you can come to the scene or the police station by yourselves. I have to hang up."

Before Carlos could react, the phone was hung up.

With the phone in his hand, Carlos stared blankly at Martin for a long time before he found his lost language system. He said weakly, "Bo...Boss, just now Mr. Arthur said..."

"Go to the scene." Martin blurted out without hesitation.

It was already winter. In afternoon, the sky was overcast, as if the whole sky was about to collapse. The air was filled with a taste of fishy and salty, making people think of the scenes in the heavy and long black movie for no reason.

Martin didn't get out of the car. He just sat in the Maybach car and looked at the pictures of the scene materials he had just received. After leafing through them, he looked down at one of the photos, on which there was a somewhat blurry back. Because of the dim light, only a large back was outlined, and nothing else could be seen.

But Martin could recognize the man just by his back.

Arthur once said that the suspect was an unexpected person. But Martin really didn't expect that he would do that.

"Boom -"

A thunderous thunder struck down, followed by a heavy rain. The on-site inspection work was almost finished, and Arthur personally directed a group of subordinates to rush in.

As soon as Arthur came out of the old and dark apartment, Carlos covered Arthur's head with a black umbrella. "Arthur, it's slippery on the rainy road. Be careful."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Arthur smoked half of the cigarette, which was wet by the rain. He smoked a few more times before he stubbed out the cigarette and flicked it into the trash can aside. "You are so filial? I'm flattered."

Carlos, who was innocent, was scolded by Arthur. He was confused and said, "Well, Mr. Arthur, my boss is waiting for you in the car. He wants to have a talk with you alone."

Arthur glanced at Carlos and then looked up at the dark sky. "I'm a boor. Aren't you afraid that he will be choked by the smell of cigarettes?"

Carlos replied, "No, my boss is not that kind of person."

"Ding -"

Suddenly, his phone rang in the car, indicating something bad.

Arthur's temples throbbed. He picked up the phone and whispered, "Hello."

At the other end of the phone, Bettina and the others were standing under a heavy rain. Suddenly, a thunder came from the dark sky. The rain was rolling with cold wind, as if it had blown into everyone's bones.

"Boss..." Bettina's voice seemed to come out of her throat with a little trembling, "Eugene was dead. He was hit by a car on the street in front of the police station."

The dark red blood rushed along the rain to the side of the dark path, and no one knew where it would eventually flow. The whistling and the noise of the people seemed to have faded away, and the flickering red and yellow light changed ominously.

Arthur's face suddenly darkened. He said, "I see. Carry him into the police station and get all the surveillance videos nearby. Track down the whereabouts of that car. No matter who he is or where he goes, catch him back."

Bettina felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to go up and down, and even her breath was a little blocked. After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, boss."

However, even if the driver of the accident was immediately caught and the manipulator behind it was found, so what?

Eugene would never come back to life. The truth buried in the dust would always be bloody and heart wrenching.