Cill walked into the suite, closed the door, and walked quickly in Mike's direction.
"What the hell happened Mike, why didn't you tell me on the phone, you had to come to this hotel" "Miss Lister, didn't you ask me to find someone to find you in that country to find your father, just half an hour ago I received a reply from the detective."
"There's a reply," Cill walked quickly over to Mike, her eyes red when she should have been excited.
"What is the reply?"
"Is there something wrong with my dad, what's wrong with him, me?"
When she said something, she couldn't help but break down and cry.
Because she knew that the reply must have been bad news, otherwise Mike wouldn't have that look.
"Miss Riester, calm down."
Mike comforted her with a sad expression, "They wrote back that they found the body of an old man in his sixties on an abandoned iron ship, the old man was burned beyond recognition, and they used a lot of tools and means to calculate the age of the deceased. ” "They suspected that the old man was Mr.
Rist, because the watch he was wearing was not burned, and it was exactly the same as the one Mr.
Rist was wearing when he escaped from prison."
"Exactly the same, you say exactly the same" She shook her head in a broken heart, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.
She looked down at the marble floor on the ground, tears dripping from her eyes and lapping to the ground, biting her lip desperately to resist the urge to scream like crazy.
Mike crouched down beside her to comfort her: "Miss Lister, don't be so sad, although the watch is the same as Mr.
Lister's, it may not be Mr.
Lister, is it?"
"No" She looked up at Mike and shook her head, "There won't be ifs, you don't know if you haven't been to that place, but I know there's no such thing as a watch there, so no, there won't be that kind of coincidence."
"My dad died, he died, I didn't say goodbye to him, he died" "Why God Is Like This" She lay on the ground in agony, curled up on her body, trembling violently.
At this moment, she is like a hedgehog that has lost its protective thorns, fragile and desperate.
Mike didn't know what to do, so he just looked at her with a sad face and said nothing.
She lay on the ground and curled up in a ball, crying out heartbreakingly.
I don't know how long it took for her to stop crying, and her red and swollen eyes stared blankly ahead.
Maybe she got it.
Even if she cries to death, her father.
Nor could her dear father come back alive.
Never again.
"Mike."
"Miss Lister, I'm here" "Mike, help me up, I don't have the strength anymore."
She said weakly and hoarsely.
Her voice, which used to be as beautiful as a clear bell, had long been crying hoarsely.
"Miss."
Mike walked over and heart-wrenching up Syl, who seemed to be so weak that he had lost his soul, and helped her to the table.
After Siel sat down at the table, he turned his head to look out the window in a daze, tears falling silently.
Mike stood beside her and watched her, afraid to speak.
"Mike, go and give me a makeup artist to get here, be excellent."
She said.
"Miss, are you going to paint a funeral dress, but miss, I think we should go back to Switzerland and start a funeral, miss, you know Mr.
Rist, he is a Christian, and we should respect him." oshow7 t1706231537: