The German doctors came quickly, looked at Bai Liu's injuries, and blamed them for taking care of the patient so carelessly. In addition to the gunshot wound, he also suffered so much physical damage. The gunshot wound and internal injuries did not kill Bai Liu, but the fist almost killed him.
Bai Liu's life was killed, but Mo Xiaobai was not injured. The fist was so hard that it broke two of the man's chest ribs and caused a severe concussion. This was obviously a posture of beating the man to death.
Mo Yao was silent on the side, Yun was uneasy, the German doctor was muttering to himself, and the atmosphere was a bit weird. While the German doctor was giving him an intravenous drip, he asked Mo Yao, "Where is your idiot brother?"
"He hurt someone on purpose and escaped." Mo Yao said calmly. The German doctor turned around and pointed at Bai Liu, "Did he beat him?"
"What do you think?"
The German doctor patted his head and said, "I should have thought of it a long time ago. He was really cruel."
Mo Yao didn't answer, and Yun was a little uneasy about the situation. She went out to call the captain and asked, "Has the Third Young Master called you?"
"No, is he leaving?" the captain asked inexplicably.
Yun shook his head, "It's okay."
She hung up the phone and walked around anxiously. Mo Xiaobai had never suffered such a big grievance since he was a child. Although he had suffered any setbacks, this kind of grievance was different. The frustration and grievances caused by training were different.
What Mo Yao gave was completely different.
The hateful look in his eyes when he left made me really hate the boss.
You're driving so fast, so don't get into trouble.
Why doesn't it make people worry?
When Yun called Mo Xiaobai, the phone hung up after two rings. When he called again, it was turned off. Yun rolled his eyes and said, "There's no need to hang up on me. I'm here for you."
Yun murmured to himself, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
What happened here, if it had been broadcast to everyone before, Yun did not dare to mess around this time, and did not dare to mention a word. If Mo Yao beat Xiaobai, no one would believe it.
ah.
"Sit down, it's making me dizzy." Mo Yao said coldly. Yun raised his head and found himself standing upstairs. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. Yun felt that he seemed to need an explanation, so he said, "Boss, I just hit him."
Xiaobai’s phone rang twice and then turned off.”
It proves that the person is fine, so he doesn't need to worry.
Mo Yao turned around and entered the room. Yun stuck out his tongue and followed him up.
Mo Yao went back to his room and put his hands in his thick hair. He was full of regrets. He had never forgiven himself since he beat Xiaobai. Why did he beat him impulsively? He was such a proud person. This time
The slap interrupted all his expectations.
He felt heartbroken. The sight of Mo Xiaobai biting his lower lip stubbornly with tears in his eyes was the first time he had seen it. The hatred was also the first time he had seen it. It made his whole body shiver and his bones tingled.
hatred?
I never thought that Xiaobai would hate him.
"I'm sorry..." Mo Yao said, as if he was speaking to the air. If Xiaobai was in front of him, he might not be able to say it. Now that he is saying sorry over and over again, he can only say it to the air.
The phone rang. He hurriedly took it and took a look. He received a letter in the mail. It was from Mo Chen. Mo Yao threw it aside without even looking at it. He tried to dial Xiaobai's cell phone, but it was turned off. He dialed another one.
A cell phone rang, but no one answered it. Mo Yao didn't give up and dialed again. The cell phone was also turned off.
He didn't even want to hear an apology.
Mo Yao wanted to chop off his damn hand.
The German doctor asked Yun, "Hey, is it caused by jealousy?"
Yun said angrily, "You talk so much nonsense, he can't die."
"You can't die, but it's a close call. That kid's tricks are pretty dark."
"Okay, you've said it several times."
After finally treating all the wounds, it was almost night. Mo Yao looked at Yuhui, frowned and looked at Yun, "Go and check where Xiaobai is."
He had been feeling uneasy all day. Just as Yun was about to go out, she heard the sound of a car and the ringing of the doorbell. Her face lit up with joy. She knew that even if Xiaobai was angry with Mo Yao, he wouldn't be angry for a long time, so he took it upon himself so quickly.
came back.
Although she also felt that the slap was really hard.
As soon as the door opened, it turned out to be the Berlin police. Yun looked at the whole room carefully and looked up upstairs. Mo Yao walked down. Seeing that they were all Chinese, the police were worried that they did not understand German, so they simply explained in English.
A series of car accidents occurred on the highway at noon today. Two people were driving drunk, one was speeding, and three vehicles caused a tragic tragedy. Sixteen people were seriously injured, a dozen people were slightly injured, and four people died.
There was a body that was not claimed. The police checked the owner's registration and came to the door. All three cars here were registered in Mo Yao's name, and the address was also written here. It was not difficult to find.
Yun was simply stunned.
Drunk driving, speeding, serial car accidents, and a body that remains unclaimed?
Whose body remains unclaimed?
Her throat seemed to be strangled. Mo Xiaobai rarely lost control of his emotions. When he lost control of his emotions, he must not be allowed to get in the car. There was such an experience in Rome before, and he was fined for speeding.
Throughout the year, he didn't care about the speed limit on the highway and would drive to the end. Thanks to his good driving skills, he rarely had any accidents. At most, he would be fined for speeding.
But if someone is driving drunk at the same time, the situation will be serious.
"Boss..."
Mo Yao's face was uglier than hers. She noticed that his right hand had not been opened since he hit Xiaobai, and had been clenched into a fist. She was close to him, and she only felt a slight tremor and fear at this moment...
"The body has not been claimed. How old is it? Male, female surname, how tall is it, Chinese or a native of Berlin?" Mo Yao's voice was much more steady than Yun expected, but the question was just a little hasty.
The Berlin police said that the corpse was that of a Chinese male with a fractured skull and severe facial damage. The injuries were so serious that his face could not be seen clearly. He was about 187cm tall. As soon as he said this, Mo Yao's face turned frighteningly white.
Basically, it is consistent with Mo Xiaobai’s information.
The two policemen asked Mo Yao who was driving out. Mo Yao stood at the door and said nothing. Yun hurriedly replied, "It's my third young master."
"Come back with us to identify the body," the policeman said.
Mo Yao nodded calmly, and as they got into the car, Yun also wanted to follow, asking Yun to stay and take care of Bai Liu and the German doctor. He didn't need so many people to identify the body, he alone was enough.
