It seems that as long as we find the goal, we will become active.

Caroline felt this way - she began to observe dormitory 403, and it was only her first time to explore this room carefully.

She came to the wardrobe, opened it, and looked at the clothes inside... This should be 403's wardrobe. Usually, you can get a little idea of ​​a person's personality from his dressing style.

Regarding her ability in this area, Caroline is somewhat confident in herself - this is not knowledge, but experience gained from actual combat. As for what actual combat is, you can guess for yourself.

403 should have been a very cheerful and sunny guy... Caroline looked through the clothes here one by one.

Suddenly, a photo slipped from one of the clothes. It was a group photo of a man and a woman, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful.

This is a photo of them hugging each other under the setting sun, which has some commemorative value.

This man is obviously not ‘Arnold’ and ‘Hailey’, because he has another appearance... This man is 403? Is this his original appearance?

Caroline couldn't help but think of 403's horrifying appearance with the white bandage covering his face, revealing only two bloodshot eyes and a little scalp and hair.

She arrived at the desk. Unlike Arnold's desk, this desk looked a little messy. Because it had not been moved for a long time, the books on the shelves were covered with light dust.

Caroline took out a book and opened the first page. There was a name written on it - she wrote her name on the book and marked her personal belongings, so this was the name of 403.

Caroline placed the photo next to the name on the page, looked at the bright smile of the man in the photo, and softly read the name written on the page: Lucas.

Lucas…

Caroline leaned back on the chair, holding the electric shock stick given to her by 403 in one hand to make herself feel safer, and began to think about the next action.

Revenge is a very tempting proposition.

…

When 'Arnold' answered the question of going to the dormitory, it was already past six o'clock in the morning. 'Arnold' looked a little tired.

When he opened the door... and turned on the light, he first saw Caroline sitting on the bed with her knees in her arms, having not slept all night.

Seeing 'Arnold' coming back, Caroline quickly got out of bed, walked up to him, grabbed his arm with a worried look, and said anxiously: "Where have you been? I thought you had an accident.

Consider whether I should go out to find you."

"I...I went to the study room later." 'Arnold' felt the strength of Caroline's grip on his arm and said in surprise: "You waited for me all night?"

Caroline nodded silently, "I didn't dare to go out, but you never came back. I was even afraid that Boss Boston's people were coming to the door. So I didn't even dare to turn on the light..."

Beautiful and pitiful women can easily impress men.

'Arnold' patted the back of Caroline's hand, smiled and said: "I am indeed in a bad mood, and because I have an exam recently, I plan to review it. Then I forget the time...I will do it next time

Will not."

Caroline nodded and said casually: "No wonder your grades are so good, you are indeed a nerd."

‘Arnold’ smiled sarcastically.

Caroline got a glass of warm water for 'Arnold', then yawned and said, "I'll be relieved when you come back... By the way, there's food in the microwave. If you're hungry, just take it out and eat it. I'll make whatever you want."

I tried it, but it might not taste good."

'Arnold' was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the microwave, wanting to say something, but Caroline had already climbed onto the bed and lay down lazily, without any defense, and said in a daze: "

I can't do it anymore, I'm so sleepy...You can do your own thing."

‘Arnold’ stared blankly at Caroline’s back.

He stood like this with a water glass. After a long time, 'Arnold' silently opened the microwave oven, and there was a bowl of macaroni in it... because it had been left there for a long time, the macaroni had long been burnt.

He sat down with the bowl in hand and ate quietly.

Quietly, silently, bit by bit... slowly, slowly.

…

…

In the morning, Mr. Offee came downstairs with a heavy head. His sleep quality was not good all night.

Bara seemed to have been busy in the kitchen early in the morning. When she saw Mr. Aoife coming down, she quickly wiped her palms with her apron and came up with a worried look on her face: "Sir, are you awake?"

Mr. Aoife frowned and looked at Bara's appearance and said, "He...he hasn't come out yet?"

Bara nodded, "Since you said you wanted to lock up Mr. French last night, he hasn't stopped. I was too sleepy and fell asleep at night. When I woke up in the morning, I went over to see that Mr. French was still inside.

, busy alone."

Mr. Offee felt something was wrong, so he rushed out suddenly and soon came to the workshop behind the yard. Through the window, he saw Dr. French walking around inside with a football.

On the walls, on the floor... everywhere, there seemed to be more formulas written in chalk than there were last night.

Dr. French muttered toward the football, but Mr. Offee couldn't hear clearly what he said. He hurriedly unlocked the door and walked in.

Dr. French seemed completely unaware, muttering to himself some formula conversions and experimental data that Mr. Offee couldn't understand.

"That's enough." Mr. Ao Fei suddenly felt sad, "That's enough, that's enough! I'll have someone arrange for you to go back to the institute, okay?"

Dr. French didn't seem to hear anything, but he seemed to suddenly think of something. He suddenly threw away the football in his hand, then picked up a piece of chalk and lay on the table.

What is written.

"Are you really crazy?" Mr. Aoife muttered to himself, but the next moment, Mr. Aoife suddenly showed a horrified expression!

Dr. French suddenly picked up the cup next to him, took a sip of something, and then put it down again... This seemed to be just the action of a man who was obsessed with work and took a casual sip of water.

But the contents of the cup... Mr. Offee rushed forward in shock because he found a container under the table, a container containing detergent.

"Spit it out! Father, spit it out!!" Mr. Offee was shocked and quickly shook Dr. French's body.

Only then did he see Dr. French's face was unusually pale and his lips were dark.

"Don't make such a fuss..." Dr. French glared at Mr. Offee, but before he could finish his sentence, he foamed heavily at the mouth and fell to the ground, his body twitching.

Mr. Aoife suddenly picked up Dr. French and rushed out of the workroom. At this time, Bara came out with a plate of breakfast. Seeing this situation, she was so frightened that she dropped the things on the ground, "Sir! What happened?"

What happened?"

"He drank the detergent as water. He must have drank a lot..." Mr. Offee said hurriedly: "Go get my car keys!"

Bara hurried upstairs.

Mr. Offei's car rushed out of the house at an extremely fast speed. Mr. Offei held the steering wheel with trembling hands and his lips trembled slightly. While looking ahead, he frequently turned back to look at the unconscious Felan in the passenger seat.

Dr. Qi, breathing heavily.

Mr. Offee suddenly remembered something and dialed the car phone... and made a call back to his place of work.

"Sir, good morning..."

"I'll give you five minutes to ask the traffic police department to block the road from my home to the hospital! I want the road to be smooth! This is an order!!"

As soon as Mr. Aoife finished speaking, he turned off the phone and looked forward eagerly, "Don't let anything happen to you. Don't let anything happen to you..."

The Ministry of Security has great power, so much so that the streets of Rio suddenly ushered in a jammed morning. The traffic lights on several main streets suddenly turned red, but a black private car drove wildly through it.

One red light intersection after another.

"Doctor!! Doctor!!! Someone come!!"

Almost roaring, Mr. Offee hugged Dr. French's body and rushed into the hospital door.

In front of the hospital hall, Mr. Offee, wearing pajamas and slippers with a pale face, hugged his father and felt dizzy, "Doctor!!!!"

The emergency personnel rushed out with the mobile hospital bed and quickly lifted Dr. French onto it. Mr. Offee followed all the way to the emergency room.

He watched the work lights in the emergency room turn on, and then he slid down the wall and sat down, slumped as if exhausted.

Not long after, Bara hurried to the hospital and quickly found Mr. Aoife sitting on the ground outside the emergency room. She helped Mr. Aoife up and said, "Sir...it's okay, he will be fine."

"

Mr. Aoife glanced at Bara silently. He looked at the lights in the corridor, took a long breath, and said slowly: "It was the same back then..."

"gentlemen?"

Mr. Aoife smiled bitterly and said: "Maggie, my wife. She is inside, but I can't do anything. And today...Bara, do you think I did something wrong?"

Bara didn't know how to comfort her at this time, so she could only pat Mr. Aoife's shoulder silently, and then said: "Sir, I brought you clothes, why don't you go change first... I'm here

I saw a lot of reporters being beaten outside."

As an important public figure in this country, Mr. Offee is naturally easy to recognize.

In the past, when encountering this kind of thing, Mr. Ao Fei would naturally avoid it, but at this time he had no such thoughts. He shook his head and said: "There are security guards outside the door, and they will not be let in so easily..."

Bara, don’t tell Louis about this for the time being, let’s see what the situation is like.”

Bara nodded.

After a long time, the lights in the emergency room dimmed, the doctor took off his mask and walked out of the door, and Mr. Offee quickly stepped forward to ask.

"It's okay." The doctor smiled and said: "Fortunately, it was delivered in time. We washed the patient's stomach and then waited for him to wake up. However, the patient is older, so he should pay more attention in the future and not eat by mistake again.

.Fortunately, this time it was just an ordinary detergent. If it had been pesticide, it would have been troublesome."

"Thank you, doctor." Mr. Offee said gratefully.

The doctor shook his head, and then said respectfully: "Mr. Aoife, you don't need to thank me, this is what you should do...but you'd better change your clothes."
To be continued...