Besides, Irish could not go too far from the plane. After an accident of this scale, they would definitely verify the lists of all passengers and cabin crew on site to avoid overlooking anyone during the rescue.
If a passenger ran off midway, such abnormal behavior would draw the attention of both the police and those responsible for the accident, even if the passenger themselves had done nothing wrong. Irish would not do anything so foolish.
Curacao's observation skills had always been sharp, and she had deliberately been looking for him. The moment Irish stepped off the plane, she immediately locked onto her colleague's location. She watched him all the way and found where Irish was currently hiding.
Curacao adjusted the glasses on her nose and approached casually.
Everything had been going smoothly, but as she passed an Ambulance, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly rose, and instinctive wariness filled her.
Curacao flicked a glance that way from the corner of her eye and saw Jiang Xia leaning against the Ambulance. He was draped in a blanket like a victim. But his eyes had nothing to do with a "victim"—that fake Detective was staring straight at her, the interest in his gaze completely undisguised.
Curacao's hand froze around her phone. "..."
...Pretend she had not seen him. It was so late at night; ignoring someone by the roadside was perfectly normal.
Thinking Like This, Curacao walked past without looking aside, intending to leave the area as quickly as possible. But Jiang Xia suddenly waved at her.
He was still wrapped in the blanket, and when he raised his hand, it flapped around conspicuously. No normal person could possibly miss it.
Curacao's eye twitched, and she had no choice but to stop.
Curacao: "..." On second thought, Uzo