Chapter 673 The First List of Victims
Ziyue dashed to Jingshu's study before he and Xia could say anything.
Jingshu and Xia followed her out of concern.
Ziyue did not turn on the light but ran in. She bumped into the side of a table and chair as she ran, causing loud crashing noises all over the room.
Yet, she did not feel any pain.
She felt around in the darkness and reached Jingshu's desk, turning on his computer.
Notification of news popped up from the dashboard once the computer was on. It was news about the plane crash.
She clicked on it. Her hands shook severely that it took her several attempts to type keywords into the search engine.
The first list of victims had been published.
Ziyue held the mouse and clenched her other hand. Her nails dug into her palm until it bled. Still, she felt nothing.
Jingshu and Xia came in and found her seated before the computer. They exchanged glances and hurried over to her.
Ziyue was reading the list of victims. It was a long list. Her heart clenched anxiously as she checked the names one by one.
Once she reached the end of the list, she suddenly slumped over the table as she had run out of energy.
Xia asked worriedly, "Ziyue, what's wrong?"
Ziyue shook her head, indicating that she was okay.
Xia furrowed her brow. How could she be all right?
Even I feel terrible about it. How can she be fine?
She turned to Jingshu and found him looking at the name list. His face was deathly pale.
Ziyue's reaction indicated that Muchen's name was not on the list. However, Jingshu was still worried and decided to check through it himself.
Xia looked down and reached for Jingshu's hand.
The moment her hand touched Jingshu's, he immediately held it tightly in his grip.
It hurt a little, but she did not complain. She only hoped it would make him feel better.
After a few minutes, Ziyue stood up and walked outside.
Xia asked urgently, "Where are you going? I'll go with you."
Ziyue paused. Her voice was hoarse. "I want to see Zixi."
Jingshu tugged Xia's arm, prompting her to turn around. He shook his head.
Xia fell silent.
Ziyue felt like she was in a dream. Her head was heavy, but her feet were light. It seemed she could float away at any moment.
Everything before her eyes and all the sounds she heard felt unreal.
There was a dim lamp by Zixi's bed.
Ziyue opened the door and went in. The faint, yellowish light instantly caught her eye.
That weak ray of light was strong enough to overcome a portion of the darkness.
Ziyue closed the door and went to the bed.
Zixi was soundly asleep. His chubby face had a slight blush from the warmth of the room. He looked like an adorable baby doll.
Ziyue kneeled by the bed and caressed his face.
No one could understand how panicked and fearful she was. Yet, despite knowing how improbable the chance of survival was, she could not help but hold on to that tiny ray of hope.
What if someone survived?
What if Muchen is that survivor?
He is a brilliant man. Those people don't stand a chance against him!
Ziyue looked at Zixi quietly before standing up and leaving the room.
Muchen's survival remains uncertain. I still have many things to do.
She exited the room and found Jingshu and Xia waiting near the door. They must have followed her after she left the study.
The three of them looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Ziyue looked up and looked at Jingshu's pale face.
Jingshu and Muchen had been friends for more than a decade. He probably felt as anguished as Ziyue was about what happened. Yet, he was concerned for her.
Ziyue pursed her lips. She wanted to smile at him but couldn't, no matter how she tried. She had no choice but to give up.
"Don't worry about me. I know what I should do. Moreover, I still have Zixi. I need to take care of him, no matter what happens."
She finally managed to squeeze out a smile.
Jingshu opened his mouth to say something but realized he did not know what to say. He could only nod in agreement.
"I will lead a team to the plane crash site." Ziyue's expression had calmed down, but her voice was still severely hoarse.
She flew back from Country J in Muchen's private jet.
That private jet was kept in a small personal airport next to the train station.
Before Muchen left, she suggested he return to Country J using the private jet, but he refused.
He said it would attract too much attention. Gricy would quickly find out about it and send people to wait at the airport.
His cautiousness about this became his mistake.
However, it was pointless to consider it now. What happened had happened.
As Ziyue turned around to leave, Jingshu called her to stop. "I'll go. You should stay to take care of Zixi."
"I can do it. I'll entrust everything in Yunzhou City to you," Ziyue said without turning around and left right after that.
She made phone calls as she drove. After arranging everything, she headed to the private airport.
A flight to B City would take around an hour.
Moreover, it was now past midnight.
Ziyue called Chuan and Yichen as she traveled. After calmly explaining some matters, she informed them she would go to the plane crash site.
Chuan's mind was blank as he answered the call. After a while, he came to his senses and shook his head. "How is that possible?"
"This is what happened. Apart from the flight attendants, everyone on Muchen's flight worked for Gricy. Now, the flight has crashed, and the first list of victims has been published. Chuan, we must remain calm at this critical moment and not panic. Everything will be fine."
Her last sentence was spoken not only to Chuan but to herself.
Even though she knew there was little hope, her tone remained firm.
She did not care that anyone thought her crazy. She refused to believe Muchen was dead.
Strangely, Ziyue's words calmed Chuan considerably. He replied solemnly, "I understand."
…
The rain poured endlessly.
It became a severe downpour by the time Ziyue arrived at the airport.
Moreover, she received notification that a typhoon struck B City.
B City was a seaside city at the edge of Country Z's borders. It suffered from typhoons nearly every summer. However, it was now autumn.
Typhoons in autumn were stronger than the ones in summer and more destructive.
It would take more than ten hours if she were to drive to B City.
She could not afford to wait that long.
Ziyue asked the pilot, "Has the typhoon entered B City?"
"Yes. Although we can take off, we won't be able to land in B City."
Ziyue clenched her fists and looked firmly at the pilot. "What if we have to land?"
The pilot was shocked by Ziyue's cold and stern gaze. His voice trembled as he said, "The rate of the plane crashing will be ninety percent."
Ziyue sneered, "There's a ten percent chance of the plane not crashing, right? Let's go. Fly the plane now!"
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