Chapter 1779
Chapter 1779: Give Me Your Hand or You Might Get Lost (3)
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Staring blankly out the window, Flossie Wright suddenly realized that half an hour had passed.
"How much farther?"
Instinctively turning her head, Flossie looked at Glenn Hutchinson and asked unexpectedly.
"Two kilometers."
Glenn Hutchinson reported the exact number.
At this time of day, all the roads were jammed; the speed was much slower than he had expected.
Having not driven in a bustling city for a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of constant traffic jams.
Flossie responded indifferently.
Driving neither fast nor slow, Glenn Hutchinson stopped at a red light until it turned green, then continued moving forward.
𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
After advancing less than a meter, blood suddenly splattered in front of them, staining the windshield with bright red and blocking their view.
Almost instinctively, Glenn Hutchinson slammed on the brakes.
Realizing something was wrong, Flossie lifted her eyes to look outside.
The car had just stopped by the roadside, with the Street alongside, pedestrians passing by.
On an unknown Street, the place was crowded, and upon noticing something unusual, the scene became extremely chaotic.
Maintaining composure, Flossie calmly assessed the situation.
Someone had just committed a stabbing, the victim’s throat was slit directly, collapsing onto the car hood, struggling for a couple of seconds before lying motionless.
The wound on the neck was fully exposed.
Flossie glanced at it.
The knife wound on the neck was deep; even if rushed down for rescue now, there would be no chance of survival for the victim.
Most likely already dead by now.
As for the surrounding commotion, witnessing such a gory scene suddenly, screams of terror intertwined, plunging the Street into chaos.
In the time it took to observe, Glenn Hutchinson had already gotten out of the car and headed to the chaotic Street.
In the blink of an eye, he was out of sight.
Simultaneously, several nearby Traffic Police rushed over.
One went to check on the victim, another nervously reporting the situation, while two more stood by the Street starting to maintain order.
And another one—
Knocked forcefully on Flossie Wright’s car door.
The person frowned tightly, shouting at Flossie Wright angrily.
Saying this, they leaned down for a glance inside.
Before Flossie could open the door, she heard the other person shout angrily, "What’s going on, where’s the driver?!"
The voice was so loud it made Flossie’s eardrums ache slightly.
Rubbing her ears, Flossie paused briefly from opening the door, then lifted her eyes to look at the person yelling at her.
The other had a face full of terror.
Yet, pretended to be angry.
As if faking anger and loud yelling could lessen the tension and fear inside.
Flossie was somewhat enlightened.
Although he was a Traffic Police officer, he was still human; even she was shocked by the "rivers of blood" at the front of the car, let alone someone who had never seen such a scene.
The panic of pedestrians was understandable, but as a Traffic Police officer, he couldn’t just flee in panic.
He had to find Flossie to divert attention.
Flossie’s head was throbbing.
Seeing her remain unresponsive, the Traffic Police officer grew furious, reaching in through the car window, intending to open the door from the inside.
— End of Chapter 1779 —