It Was You Chapter 909 A Delicate Boy

"Some of them were persuaded to leave, and some stayed in the reception room all the time. I asked
someone to accompany them and arranged some food and drinks for them, but they didn't eat at all. I
was stunned and couldn't answer their question," Bettina said in a choked voice with tears in her eyes.

The old case happened 13 years ago was probably not remembered by many people in the world, but
they were the families of the victims of the case. Even if no one remembered, they could not forget it.
They stretched their necks and waited for the murderer to be punished, waiting for the justice of their
dead daughters. But in this world, there were not so many clear distinction between black and white.

Arthur's brows wrinkled again. Perhaps he was too tired, his voice was unusually calm, and there was
not even a trace of anger in it. "Okay, I got it. You are divided into two groups. You should have a rest
and work in shifts. I will pay for the night snack and the girl's facial mask. Even if you dig three feet
underground, you must find that bastard for me."

"Yes, sir."

A young teenage girl died in such a tragic way, and an old police officer was involved and died in a car
accident all of a sudden. The two lives, like heavy hammers of a thousand pounds, were pressed in the
hearts of everyone. The whole police station was suppressed so hard that they could not breathe.

"Sir, where are you going?" After Bettina cleaned up the meeting room, she saw that Arthur stood up
and couldn't help asking.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Arthur lowered his eyes and said, "I'm going to see the victims' families.
Didn't you say that they haven't left yet?"

After two seconds of silence, Bettina suddenly looked up at Arthur and said, "Sir, sometimes I wonder
what the point of us doing this is. No matter how hard we work, even if we bleed and sacrifice, there
are still so many crimes. Those victims are all ordinary people. All of them suddenly fell into such a



disaster. A family is over. In the school, they listened to the teacher's words. In the society, they were
suppressed by work and reality. But they ended up with such a miserable ending. Sir, shouldn't I have
chosen to be a police?"

It suddenly occurred to her that not long ago, there was a line in the popular movie, 'It's just that
someone is helping you carry a heavy burden.'

But that was too opportunistic. This kind of mental and physical torture was far better than the power of
these words hitting her heart. No matter how careless she was, she was also thoughtful and sensitive.
Especially at this time, she even doubted if she was really too incompetent.

Arthur patted her on the shoulder and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Bettina, someone came here for a
job, and someone came here for passion. When they were young, they always had the ambition to
save the world. But after they entered this industry, they realized that it was not the case. Someone
died every day, and there were suspicions to be confirmed every day. Look, even if it is now, it's late at
night, but there are still countless people and cars running on the street. This is life. How many helpless
bumps, blood and tears can only be swallowed by themselves? We can't stop all crimes, but if even we
retreat, what should they do?"

Bettina had been with Arthur for a long time. When she heard what he said, she thought that Arthur's
soul had been changed.

Before Bettina could react, Arthur had already left the meeting room. She didn't know if it was her
illusion or not. She always felt that Arthur, who was in the shadow, looked like a brave hero, but they
didn't know what would happen to the so-called "road".

Lonely people all had their own quagmire.

In the suburban resort.



Cassandra had gone crazy with a group of rich second generation. The previously eye-catching
motorcycles were now covered with mud, but the smiles on everyone's face were heartless, without the
hypocrisy and affectation of otherworldly fireworks, and there was a brave sense.

"Damn it!"

In the mud, the wind and rain didn't stop. Someone suddenly howled, followed by the sound of
something heavy smashing the ground. Cassandra and the others instinctively looked at the sound.

"Oh, no! Robert's car hit the guardrail! Help him now!" The hurried cry for help had been reduced in the
wind and rain. Even so, it still alarmed many people.

Cassandra and the others immediately turned around, and some people nearby rushed over first. In the
mud, Robert's car slipped and rolled about fifty meters ahead. On the other side, the broken guardrail
fell down and hit half of his leg. Blood mixed with mud and water gushed out from his leg crazily.

"Where is the doctor? Doctor! Damn it! Why are you still standing here? Take these broken railings
away first and carry him in!" A young man with colorful dyed hair and only wearing an exaggerated T-
shirt in such a cold day shouted. His arms were full of tattoos.

The bodyguards arranged by the manor immediately lifted the falling railing carefully, and then tried to
move Robert. At this time, Robert was half unconscious and half awake. A piercing pain spread from
the soles of his feet to his head, and his spine was covered with cold sweat.

"Damn it! Can't you be gentle? I'm not smashed to death. I'm going to be played to death by you idiots!"
With a deathly pale face, Robert roared with all his might.

Hearing the news, the doctor came in a hurry. He squeezed through the crowd and checked the injured
leg of Robert. No one knew that it was rain or cold sweat on his forehead. He said carefully, "Mr.



Robert's bone is probably cracked. The surgery needs to be performed right away. They have prepared
a car. Let's go to the hospital right away."

"If he is sent to the hospital in this way, he will die soon enough, or his legs will be broken forever!" A
mocking voice was heard.

As soon as Cassandra raised her head, she saw that Kevin was still holding a black umbrella in his
hand and staring at Robert with disgust. What made Cassandra most speechless was that Kevin was
wearing a pair of over-sized... shoe covers?

Cassandra signed in her heart, 'What a delicate man...'

"Well... Who is this gentleman?" The doctor asked in a hurry.

Kevin didn't answer him. He just walked over and took a look at Robert. Then he checked the wound
on his leg. While wiping off the mud water on his hand with a handkerchief, he called someone to carry
Robert to the stretcher and went to the villa to find a clean place to treat his wound.


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