Chapter 390 Charlie Is Lucas!


    Officer Jackson was covered with a white sheet and wheeled out. Almost everyone from the police


    station had gathered. They solemnly took Officer Jackson away, while Gregory remained silent.


    Some officers approached him, and he nodded dazedly.


    Just an hour ago, he was alive and well. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.


    I lost track of time, and after everyone left, I felt a chill all over. A police officer reminded me, "Miss,


    you should go home and change into clean clothes before you catch a cold."


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    I nodded absentmindedly and thanked her. When I came to my senses, there were hardly any


    people left, and Gregory had gone to attend to Officer Jackson''s body.


    Originally, the police intended to take me to the police station for questioning, but seeing my


    condition, they decided not to take me for the time being. A police officer offered to drive me home. I


    told him to continue with what he was doing and assured him that I could go home on my own. He


    was initially hesitant but eventually agreed and left.


    Sitting on a bench in the corridor, I looked at the leather bag left behind by Officer Jackson and the


    familiar photograph. Unintentionally, my thoughts wandered back to the moment Officer Jackson


    gasped out those two words, "Car… li..."


    Charlie!


    Why did Officer Jackson call that name before he died? The information clearly stated that the man


    with a crew cut was Lucas'' subordinate. Why would he be connected to Charlie? Could it be that...


    Charlie was Lucas!


    Thinking back to the car ident a few months ago, the disfigurement… The disfigurement!


    Thinking of this, I could not help but think of when Lucas was in Macamer. He was on the ship that


    was engulfed in fire that day. I had seen extensive burn scars on Charlie''s leg, and he had


    mentioned being injured before.


    The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Charlie and Lucas were the same person.


    Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine.


    If Charlie and Lucas were the same person, was he in such a hurry to kill Officer Jackson because


    he had discovered Charlie''s true identity? Was he trying to silence him?


    I pulled my phone out of my bag. My clothes were soaked, and the frigid weather had left me numb.


    I could no longer feel my hands.


    I clumsily searched for Idris'' number and dialed it several times, but there was no answer.


    It was already eight o’clock in the evening, the busiest time for dinner. Outside, fireworks were going


    off one after another, creating a lively atmosphere that sharply contrasted with the somber scene


    inside.


    I still could not reach his phone. Without thinking much, I got up, dragging my numb body, and


    prepared to go to the Youngs Old Manor to find him. Officer Jackson was dead, and next in line


    were Idris and me. I did not know what Lucas was nning, but I knew that, given his level of


    madness, he would not spare us.


    Outside the Youngs'' gate, I stepped out of the taxi, still feeling dazed. After paying, the driver,


    noticing my condition, kindly asked, "Miss, are you okay?"


    I shook my head. Once his car was gone, I realized just how disheveled I must have looked. Officer


    Jackson''s blood and the icy rain had soaked most of my clothes, making me appear quite


    disarrayed.


    I looked up at the Youngs'' gate. It was near the spring festival, and like every year, the Youngs had


    put up festive couplets. There were remnants of fireworks scattered at the entrance, and everything


    indicated the lively atmosphere here.


    In my current state, going inside would disrupt the festive atmosphere. I hesitated. Idris should be


    inside, keeping Madam Youngpany. This was a day for family reunions, and I should not enter


    like this.


    Thinking of that, I withdrew my hand. I clutched my phone, and dialed Idris'' number once again.


    Fortunately, this time, the call was answered.


    On the other end, I heard the gentle and melodious voice of a man saying, "I hope you’re having a


    nice evening."


    Hearing his greeting, my heart suddenly ached, and could not control my tears from falling. I choked


    up for a moment, suppressing the bitterness in my throat. I spoke into the phone, asking, "Idris,


    where are you?"


    There was a slight pause on the other end, and after a moment, he replied, "I''m at the hospital." He


    seemed to sense something was wrong in my voice and asked, "What''s the matter?"


    Hearing that he was at the hospital, I could not help but overthink. I asked, "Why are you at the


    hospital? Did something happen?"


    He seemed a bit cautious on his end and said, "A friend had gotten into an ident, and I just


    brought him here, but he''s fine now. Where are you? I cane find you."


    Relieved to hear that he was not the one in trouble, I let out a sigh of relief. I shook my head slightly.


    I did not know if the police would inform him about Officer Jackson''s situation. After hesitating for a


    few seconds, I replied, "I''lle to the hospital to find you in a bit."