Chapter 451 - Disgusting

At night, Irene received an anonymous text with an address and a word:

"You may find the truth here."

In case being seen by her father, Irene took a taxi instead of driving. But when she went outside, a car with a door open was waiting. "Where are you going, Miss Irene? Do you need a lift?" asked the man in the car.

A few more cars stopped behind Irene. Then the police surrounded the villa. Noah helped Ferne into the car, took a sip of the cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Ferne. Then he got out of the car and entered the villa.

Ferne didn't say anything. He just smacked the cigarette holder and stared at Noah's back. Noah was only wearing a shirt. The muscles on his back were very strong. His shirt swelled while he was running.

Ferne didn't withdraw his gaze until Noah entered the villa and was out of sight. He picked up the coat on his body to cover his face and gently sniffed.

'Noah is really an elegant man. What kind of perfume does he use? It smells so good.'

"Let me drive you to the hospital first, Ferne!" A young policeman jumped into the car.

Ferne raised his head immediately, "Wait! Why are you in such a hurry?"

"???"

The young policeman was confused and looked at him. "You've been shot. Isn't it urgent?"

"I'm fine. I won't die. Wait here." Ferne took a deep breath to relieve the pain. "My mate hasn't come out yet."

"It doesn't matter. He could just go to the hospital and see you." The young policeman started the car.

Ferne was angry, "Hey! Stop the car! What if he comes back and can't see me! Stop the car and don't move!"

The young policeman was speechless.

When Noah saw Irene, he knew that it was Christy who notified her. However, he didn't know why Christy was sure that Irene could find the answer here. And neither did he know why Christy predicted that Irene would help the police if she found the so-called truth.

There were two stories in the villa. There was not a red door as Christy described. Nor was there a basement. But the layout of the bedroom on the second floor resembled that of the room with a red door.

There was a bed, a black chair, a mirror, and a few books on the edge of the bed.

And a girl.

A dead girl.

Joe couldn't open the door at first because it was unlocked by fingerprints. The police checked all the other rooms on the second floor and a professional police officer opened the door with Branden's fingerprint. Then everything inside appeared in front of everyone.

The corpse was beautiful with black and long hair, wearing a student uniform and lying quietly on the bed.

Seeing this, Irene fell to the ground. The truth she didn't want to believe was right in front of her.

"Cordon off the area!"

"This is the first crime scene. Please don't touch anything in the room!"

"To director. A female corpse was found in the villa under Branden's name. According to the degree of decomposition, she was killed more than 48 hours ago..."

"Miss Irene, may I ask how you know this place? Please follow me to the police station and cooperate with our investigation."

Irene followed the crowd dazedly. She paused for a moment and asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Everyone looked at Noah. Because he together with Ferne was the leader in all the actions of House of Hope, so everyone tended to follow his orders.

Noah nodded and Irene walked in.

She walked straight to the bedside and looked at the girl. Her face resembles Winnie's face, but Irene didn't know how the girl looked if she opened her eyes.

It was the first time for Irene to see a corpse close, but she wasn't afraid of the body. Instead, she was more worried if Winnie was killed by her father.

'Was she imprisoned by my father?'

Irene walked to the bedside and wanted to reach for the two books there. A police officer stopped her and handed her a pair of disposable gloves, in case that her fingerprints would get on the books.

Irene put them on calmly and picked up the books. They weren't diaries or photo albums, but two books. One was a Chinese book and the other was a math book.

The books were old with a history of a few years. Their pages were yellow.

Irene opened the books. There were notes written by her father. Close to her father's handwriting, there were also beautiful notes written by a female.

Irene looked at the corpse on the bed again. She saw the beautiful face and thought of her father. She was overcome by nausea and held the trash can while throwing up wildly at the door before she could run out of the room.

'It is disgusting!'

'It is really disgusting!'

Irene was crying and vomiting. Noah handed her a piece of tissue but she did not take it. After finishing vomiting, Irene was weak. She leaned against the wall and stared blankly.

Noah did not care about her. Instead, he turned around and walked out. Irene took out her phone, unlocked it, and threw it to Noah, "Winnie."

Noah was confused. Irene wiped her tears and said, "This is a photo of Winnie. The victims resembled her. Please investigate Winnie."

Irene spent more than a week finding out who Winnie was, but she failed. She had checked all the major websites, so she inferred that only through the public security system could Winnie be found. But she couldn't do that, because Winnie was related to her father. Once the police investigated Winnie, everything about her father would be made public. She hadn't decided what to do.

However, the moment she saw the corpse, she had no other thoughts.

'It's disgusting. That girl is at least seven or eight years younger than me. And my father is so old. How can he ... How can he!'

Irene felt disgusted!

She also felt angry!

She didn't want to guess the truth. She had already seen the truth that her father was not innocent. Her father was guilty.

That was enough.

She closed her eyes in pain.

Noah took Irene's phone and opened the photo album. He saw the picture of Winnie. He took a photo of Winnie and threw the phone back to Irene. Then, he turned around and ran out.

Outside the villa, Noah saw the car Ferne stayed in was still there. He frowned and questioned the young policeman angrily, "Why didn't you drive him to the hospital?! He was shot!"

The young policeman said in a low voice, "Ferne told me to wait for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ferne said, "Hurry up and drive!"

The young policeman could not explain himself.

Noah got in the car. At first, he wanted to sit in the passenger seat. But he was worried that Ferne would fall, so he went around the car to the back seat without disturbing Ferne.

Noah put Ferne's head on his lap and said to the young policeman, "Drive!"

The young policeman finally drove out.

Ferne didn't know why. He just wanted to wait for Noah before going to the hospital. So he had been lying in the car for a long time and bled a lot.

Noah didn't scold him in front of others. But when he sat down and felt that the entire backseat was wet with blood, he couldn't help but get angry, "Do you want to die?"

"No. It's just a bullet. It's nothing serious." Ferne used up all his strength to finish his sentence.

The lights were off in the car. Noah seized Ferne's collar and lifted him. They looked at each other in the darkness. Noah's gaze was as sharp as a wolf, while Ferne was not afraid and grinned cheerfully.

Ferne was a little tired. He closed his eyes slightly and said in a weak voice, "Fine! I was wrong."

"Don't fall asleep. Stay awake." Noah frowned and held Ferne's head. Then he took away the coat on Ferne's body and wanted to check if the bleeding had stopped. But Ferne grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Don't touch me." Ferne smiled vaguely.

Noah glanced at him with a taut face, put his coat back on, and didn't say anything else.

Ferne felt sleepy and closed his eyes. He also felt a little cold and moved closer to Noah.

Noah looked up into the rearview mirror. The young policeman was driving attentively. So Noah simply held Ferne's hands to warm him up and carefully dragged him into his arms.

Ferne smiled in the darkness.

'Although Noah is cold, troublesome, censorious, and hard to please, he cares about me.'

Ferne ... seemed to really like this guy.

Noah didn't know what Ferne was thinking. He turned on his phone with one hand and sent Christy the picture taken from Irene.

Then, he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. The neon lights outside flashed on and off on Ferne's face, while Ferne closed his eyes.

Noah pinched his nose, "Wake up! Don't fall asleep."

There was no response.

Noah tried many different ways but Ferne still didn't wake up or move. He leaned on Ferne's chest and listened. Ferne's heart was still beating, so did he go into a coma?

Noah stretched out to check his breath. Ferne suddenly raised his head and bit Noah's finger.

Ferne didn't really bite it, it was more like...

Noah stiffened. He retracted his finger and glared at Ferne.

Ferne closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Noah was speechless.

After sending Ferne into the operating room, Noah leaned back in his chair and had a phone call with Joe. After the nameless female corpse was found in the villa, the entire City Y was under level one alarm. The police arrested Branden and his wife. Jamie, Director of the City Hospital, who had contact with Branden before, Nikhil, and Leon were also under arrest.

No conclusion could be drawn tonight. But they got many important clues. Apart from the female corpse in the villa, Winnie was also a key to the case.

Noah vaguely remembered that Irene had mentioned them before, which meant that Branden had brought quite a few girls to the villa. Following this clue would certainly lead them to the truth.

The only one Noah worried about was Merinda. There was no information about her yet. Trevor hadn't found find her, perhaps because of his abstract sketch. Yesterday, he sent the sketch to Emily again and briefly described Merinda's appearance. It would take Emily a few days to finish the profile.

Noah worked through everything and then closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered how Ferne sucked his finger in the mouth and even licked it with his warm tongue.

Noah moved his shoulders uneasily, walked to the side, and lit a cigarette.