It Was You

Chapter 824 The Logo Appeared Again

Bettina was stunned. She poked Lenny's arm and said, "Well... Doctor, is a boyfriend counted for a family member? "

The doctor's hair and beard turned white. Hearing this, his blood pressure soared in an instant and he almost fainted. He could not calm himself down until his eyes were glued to Lenny. "Well...yes. Well, the family should pay the hospitalization fee. "

Lenny nodded slightly, "Thank you."

As soon as Lenny finished his words, he took the receipt and went to pay the bill. Looking at Lenny's back, Bettina guessed that even Lenny himself didn't realize it. He didn't deny that he was a family member of Arthur just now.

He didn't deny...

After paying the bills, Lenny put the receipt and the hospitalization card under Arthur's pillow. He was still in a coma. His legs were injured because of the explosion. His feet were in thick plaster, and there were some bruises on his head and arms. He was wrapped in gauze like a standard mummy.

Bettina and the others stood in the room, and there was a strange dead silence in the air.

After a while, Bettina couldn't help saying, "well, Mr. Lenny, since such a big case has just been solved, the police station is really busy. Our boss is out of danger for the time being. We, we won't disturb you two. We'll withdraw first. Call me if anything happens, okay?"

Bettina's heart was filled with tears. Didn't these two men think that staying with each other alone would create two more intensive public display of affection?

Now she just wanted to blind herself. How could she be so blind at that time? How could she have a crush on Arthur?

After taking a look at the crowd, Lenny nodded and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Go ahead. If you have any new clues, call me as soon as possible."

Bettina flattered him and left with her team members. Lenny sat on a black sofa in front of the bed, and his dark eyes were fixed on the unconscious Arthur.

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Who was behind all this? Did it have anything to do with him?

Lenny picked up his phone and carefully watched the surveillance video shot by Bettina when the explosion happened. A moment later, his deep eyes fell on one of the cameras.

Under the camera, Arthur walked towards a very dim place, where a business car was parked. After a while, Lenny zoomed in the picture and saw a club's logo on the business car. Although the logo was not very clear, he could recognize it at a glance.

It was a shield shaped logo, with a sharp eagle in the middle. Lenny had seen the logo of the club before. It was on one of the passing cars at the scene of his car accident.

After his mother's car accident, he always suspected that his mother's death was not an accident, so he kept all the information about his mother's car accident, and turned it over and over countless times. Therefore, when the car with the same logo appeared near the scene of the car accident, he thought it was just a coincidence.

However, today, he saw the logo again, which had disappeared for many years!

A chill crept up his back. Lenny immediately sent the photo to Carlos and dialed Carlos' number.

With a needle inserted in the back of his hand, Carlos was having an intravenous drip. He was in a daze. When he received the phone call from Lenny, he leaned against the head of the bed with a tired

face. "Lenny, what's wrong with you again? Can you let me have a good rest? I have to replace my sister-in-law later... "

The veins on Lenny's forehead throbbed. At that moment, his brain seemed to have a temporary brake, and his fingers holding the phone tightened a little. He said word by word, "I saw the logo again. The business car with the logo on the scene of my mother's car accident had appeared."

Carlos was stunned, "What logo?"

Lenny's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat. "I've sent the photo to you. The commercial vehicle with the logo printed on the spot where Arthur was injured appeared again. It's absolutely not a coincidence! Carlos, no matter what the logo and the commercial vehicle are related to, you must find it out for me! "

Hearing this, Carlos immediately moved his phone away and opened the photo sent by Lenny. When he saw the logo on the photo, Carlos' face suddenly darkened, and he almost thought that he had seen it wrong.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Lenny was almost driven mad by this silence. In a flash, he seemed to see a conspiracy that had been hidden for a long time. His calm heart stirred in an invisible place.

After a while, Carlos said in a somewhat bitter tone, "This logo... It's a symbol of a high-end club. I'll tell you the details when you come here. "

The implication was that these words were not suitable to be said on the phone.

Lenny's pupils shrank sharply. He wanted to rush over as he had waited for a long time to find out the truth, but he stopped when his deep eyes fell on Arthur who was in a coma on the bed.

Lowering his head, Lenny put one of his hands into his hair and said in an unpredictable voice of desolation, "Okay, I'll be right back when Arthur wakes up."

Carlos was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Lenny meant. At that moment, he suddenly didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. The child who used to cling to Martin seemed to have grown up, but sometimes, the price of growing up was always too high, but no matter what, Lenny finally stopped clinging to a crooked tree.

Carlos smiled, "Okay, if you think the conditions there are not good, tell Kevin to transfer him to another hospital. You don't have to come and go so troublesome."

"Okay." replied Lenny.

Carlos said, "If there is nothing else, I have to hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Carlos' face turned cold all of a sudden. He immediately pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, and the bright red blood drops flowed out from the needle hole. He didn't care so much and got out of bed directly.

In the lounge.

Dressed in black, Moore was leaning against the sofa. His long legs were placed on the black tea table in front of him, and the back of his hand was casually placed on his forehead, covering nearly half of his face.

On the tea table, there was a stack of photos scattered, beside which was a file that had just been sent.

There was a strange dead silence in the air, and the huge space seemed to be frozen into ice.

Carlos pushed the door open and saw such a quiet scene. He moved his throat and coughed, "What are you doing, Moore?"