Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 145

Seven o'clock in the evening, in the suburbs.

The smell of burnt smoke shrouded everywhere, and the bloody red sky filled with the smell of fire.

The choking smoke rushed into people’s nasal cavity, and it was very uncomfortable.

There was constantly the sound of the camera shooting.

Reporters, photographers, police, forensics, they had been checking and tracking this accident. "According to our report, a spontaneous combustion incident occurred in the eastern suburbs of xx airport at about 2:10pm. According to the investigation, a car engine malfunctioned, which caused the accelerator to burn rapidly, and dangerous liquids such as organic oils in the car caused spontaneous combustion. An extremely bad incident, temporarily unable to determine the list of people who were thought to be dead, the search and rescue team is extinguishing the fire urgently. The car is the latest Rolls-Royce "Phantom" series. It is reported that the fire has burned for nearly three hours and the search and rescue personnel arrived. The shape of the car has long been destroyed.”

The reporter's voice was particularly sharp. Each word was like a needle, straight and accurate, it felt as if they were inserted into Andrew's heart.

"Mr. Busk, the person you reported missing just now, we suspect that it is extremely likely to have relations with this incident. Can you cooperate with us in further investigation?"

The police were making notes, and cautiously questioned the man in front of him.

About half an hour ago, when Andrew was driving on the road, he suddenly received a call, telling him about the accident.

When he arrived, the raging fire on the horizon had not burned completely, and the outline of the car could be vaguely seen.

But that car, like a fuel station that was automatically refilled regularly, could not be extinguished at all. It became bigger and bigger, and eventually the wreckage was all over the ground.

"Alright."

Andrew answered lightly with lowing his head. And nobody could see his eyes.

"Okay Mr. Busk, what I want to ask next, I hope you will think it over before answering."

Andrew glanced at the car. Only the frame of the car was left, nothing else.

If people were inside, there must be only a handful of ashes left.

He looked at it coldly and deeply.

There was bitterness on his heart, "Ask."

Obviously the police should have spoken first, but he spoke first in a cold voice.

The policeman's voice was polite, and he coughed slightly, "Mr. Busk, when was the last time you contacted Ms. Sarah?"

"10:43, it was a ten minute talk."

"Then the specific content of the conversation between the two of you, is it us?"

"She just woke up and didn't need me to accompany her."

"..."

"Then, was there something weird about Sarah recently?"

When Andrew heard this question, suddenly his eyes condensed, "She was normal." The policeman smiled playfully as if it was not the first time he heard such an answer. He said, "Mr. Busk, don't you know? Some of the deceased seem to be normal before they die, but afterwards you will find that she actually had a lot of strange behaviors, such as eating some dishes that she usually doesn’t like, or forcing themselves to do something they never tried. and by the way..."

The reporter on the side had noticed that Andrew's eyes had become darker and darker. He pulled the policeman’s sleeves, gesturing to him to stop talking.

Of course, they were all afraid of getting blamed, let alone from the biggest business leader in City H.

Although politics and business did not interfere with each other, it was naturally best to avoid friction.

The police immediately shut up and said nothing.

Andrew’s cell phones rang one by one at this time.

"We didn't find Sarah, how is it going at your end?"