Chapter 248

"Let me think about it...I want to think about it..."

Art, who was sitting in the back, covered his head with his hands and closed his eyes. In his mind, he kept recalling the horrific scene of the plane crash that he didn't want to repeat but had to reproduce.

Explosions, screams, cries, prayers...

Art was sweating profusely as he searched.

"...Jim! I saw him! He was blown out by the hole in the plane. Then there was Anna. In the middle were several other unknown people...Hailey! It's her time! Next...next yes……"

Art's eyes widened.

He saw it!

After Haili, the face that he knew very well had a hideous bloody hole in his forehead.

Huh~huh~huh~

Art opened his eyes and gasped for air.

"How's it going? Art?"

Winter quickly turned around and asked anxiously.

Art raised his head and looked at his friend Winter blankly, without saying a word.

"No...it can't be me, right?" Winter wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and finally showed an ugly expression.

Art nodded silently.

Winter is no longer left to chance.

beep! beep!

He slapped the steering wheel several times.

"Farke Death! Farke!"

Only by facing it personally can we deeply understand the horror of being stared at by death.

Even if it hasn't appeared yet.

"Calm down! Winter! If the God of Death wants to kill us, he must take advantage of all kinds of coincidences. Cheer up! As long as we watch carefully, we will definitely be able to escape!" Art pressed Winter's shoulders and comforted him quickly.

"Yes! That's right! As long as you find out in advance, you can definitely escape." Winter said quickly as if he was grasping the last straw.

What else did Art want to say.

At this moment, a long and harsh car horn sounded.

It wasn't Winter who did it.

But behind.

Claire, Art, and even Jean Winter immediately turned their heads and saw a large truck honking its horn and driving towards them quickly.

Soon, the two cars were running parallel to each other.

Claire looked again and saw extremely thick and long steel pipes placed on top of the truck.

As the truck moved, the steel pipes tied with long ropes swayed up and down and left and right, as if they were about to fall off.

Carlisle, who wanted the death of the previous passengers, realized something was wrong.

Art and Winter's pupils also shrank.

Especially the latter.

After discovering that it was his turn to die next.

Seeing the truck full of steel pipes next to him, he suddenly thought of the way he died.

The steel pipe fell off and flew towards the Ford under the action of inertia, impaling himself sitting in the driver's seat.

Winter's hand holding the steering wheel couldn't help but tremble.

At exactly this moment, the truck beside them accelerated, passed them, and appeared in front of the Ford.

He looked at the hard steel pipes shaking at the back of the truck in front of him, facing him right away.

Unable to bear it any longer, Winter turned the steering wheel sharply and drove the car quickly to the sidewalk. It stopped while everyone was running away in panic.

Ignore the rest.

At this moment, Winter stared at the truck.

After seeing that the other party was out of his sight and nothing happened, he laughed loudly and said: "Look! I escaped! I escaped..."

bump!

A steel bar fell from the sky, passed through the roof of the car, and landed on Winter's head, stopping the other person's words.

Phew!

Blood splattered.

Touching the warmth on her face again, Claire looked at all this blankly.

Winter never thought of it.

Just after he escaped from the truck, because he suddenly drove the truck onto the sidewalk, a pedestrian panicked and bumped into a frame under construction on the surface of the building.

After a clever collision, a steel bar fell off and fell straight into the Ford car below, accidentally killing Winter.

Screams started quickly.

As the sirens got closer and closer, Claire and Art, who were covered in blood, walked out of the car with panic on their faces.

They stared at each other and remained silent for a long time.

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Chapter 348 Chapter 348 Claire Arrives

Appearing from the police station again, Claire and Art only felt physically and mentally exhausted after facing the routine questioning by the police who looked like crazy people.

"Who is it after Winter's death? It won't be me, right?"

Claire, who gradually got used to it and even became numb, smiled to herself with a haggard face.

Art shook his head with a low expression: "It's someone I don't know."

There was no look of joy on Claire's face, she just looked at the busy and lively street scene in front of her and didn't know what she was thinking.

But Art couldn't sit still and walked back and forth, thinking constantly: "What should we do now? We must think of a way to crack it!"

Claire wanted to give up on herself and say there was no way.

However, at this moment, she suddenly thought of someone.

A man sitting on his left, Art shouted "The plane will explode" with a strange expression on his face.

As a psychiatrist, Claire has strong observation skills.

When she first saw him, she felt that he was extraordinary.

Then think about the other person's behavior on the plane, and how he was far less panicked than others after returning to the airport.

Even in subsequent official investigations, the other party was never found.

Claire found this man mysterious.

A woman's sixth sense tells her that she might be able to find the other person.

Thinking of this, Claire opened her bag, took out the passenger information document splattered with a lot of Winter's blood, and quickly ran her fingers across each line.

Soon, in the row of seat 25C, her fingers stopped and her eyes looked at "Robb" in the name column.

Sitting on 25B myself.

correct.

This man named Robb is the person he is looking for.

Claire's eyes lit up, she raised her head and said quickly: "Art, let's go find someone."

…

Robb was working up a sweat.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Before he could react, Madison underneath him immediately pulled away as if grasping a life-saving straw, stretched out his white and slender arms, handed the phone to Robb and said:

"Robb, your number."

She desperately needed a break and the call couldn't have come at a better time.

It's just how Robb can make her happy.

He touched Madison's beautiful blond hair and gave her a look that everyone knew.

Madison rolled her eyes.

The man in front of me eats his own food, drinks his own food, and sleeps with his own food.

You have to not give or tell, and you have to comply with the other party's requirements.

It's rare for a landlord to treat her like this.

"Sooner or later click click click!"

Madison waved his hand and made the same movement as the crocodile man.

Of course, having said that, she still curled up her lips and rolled her eyes while coming to Robb's place.

Robb sighed with satisfaction and looked at his phone.

An unknown phone call.

He answered without caring.

Soon, a familiar female voice came from the call.

"Is this Mr. Robb? I'm Claire, the person who sat next to you on flight 130..."

There was a flash of surprise in Robb's eyes.

I didn't expect it would be the other party.

Claire wants to visit after she gets promoted.

Robb thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"What? I incurred an emotional debt outside, and a pregnant woman came to collect the debt?" Madison, who only heard the voice of a strange woman, raised her head and looked at Robb with her dark brown eyes full of teasing.

"Don't be lazy."

Robb looked at the fire clearly and held the back of Madison's head.

"Keep shutting up."

…

Beverly Hills, Madison Mansion.

Art, who arrived in front of this large house in a car, puzzled and asked Claire beside him: "A rich man? Claire, do you really think such a person can deal with the God of Death?"

Claire took a deep breath: "No matter what, he is one of the names on Death's list after all. Now we have no other choice but to trust the sixth sense."

Art sighed: "A woman's sixth sense?"

"Yes." Claire said firmly and rang the doorbell outside the iron door.

No one answered.

The door opens automatically.

Claire and Art looked at each other and walked in.

After crossing the wide lawn, the two came to the door of the villa. When they were about to knock on the door, the door opened automatically again.

A young woman wearing a silk nightgown, lazily and elegantly walked over and glanced at the two of them.

Noticing Claire's attractive figure and appearance, an expression of "Sure enough" appeared on Madison's face.