Chatper 697 (1/2)

Those were three transparent glass coffins, and because of the winter, they didn't have any peculiar smell.

It's just that the corpses are all pieced together, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all.

The only one with a slightly complete body was also separated from its limbs and stitched manually.

She opened her mouth slightly, her eyes fixed on those fragments.

Pei Chenyang frowned, "It's so fragmented, you can't see the original appearance at all."

Therefore, it was even more impossible to confirm whether it was Pei Yibai himself.

"Impossible! Certainly not!" Pei Chengde supported the wall, gasping for breath.

Pei Chenyang didn't speak, but walked to the side of the slightly intact corpse, looking from top to bottom.

At least, this one isn't.

But what about the other two tragic ones?

"You two, this is the collage of passports we found at the scene, please have a look." The staff came over respectfully holding a tray.

On it lay two passports patched together from fragments.

"These two are pieced together, and the other has disappeared." The staff explained.

Pei Chenyang took a deep breath, and carefully removed the top cover.

The first thing you see is the name.

——Pei Yibai.

His whole body suddenly felt cold, like a basin of cold water in the cold winter, pouring from head to toe.

It can't be such a coincidence.

If this kind of close-fitting thing was not on the scene at that time, how could it be...

Song Weiyi heard it too, and she looked in their direction dully.

Not long after, Pei Chengde's violent roar spread to everyone's ears and eyes.

"Impossible! How could it be so good?" Pei Chengde's eyes were tearing apart, which was something Song Weiyi had never seen before.

Even if Pei Yiting passed away, even though he was sad, he had never lost control of his emotions.

Tears rolled down her face, and she couldn't breathe from the heartache.

Song Weiyi very much hoped that all this was fake.

But everything in front of her told her that it was her extravagant wish and fantasy.

"Brother, there is something that I haven't told you." Pei Chenyang smiled wryly.

For the first time in his life, seeing his elder brother lose control like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

From their point of view, this was indeed an unexpected terrorist attack.

But Pei Chenyang knew, no, these are all true!

"Yi Bai came to America this time not because of work, but because we found out that Yi Ting's death may have something to do with Qu Futian."

This sentence, "throat", is like throwing a boulder in a calm lake.

It exploded immediately, splashing a splash of water.

Whether it was Song Weiyi who couldn't believe it, or Pei Chengde who was shocked.

"What did you say? What did you say?" Pei Chengde yelled, panting even harder, his face livid, as if he was about to fall down the next moment.

Seeing this scene, Pei Chenyang was terrified. If he was like this big brother, he was afraid that if he said it, he would fall down immediately.

"Brother, your condition is not good now, I will take you to the hospital."

It was precisely because Pei Chengde lost his beloved son and was sick that he and Pei Yibai unanimously decided to hide this matter from him.

But I didn't expect that such a disaster would happen.

Pei Chenyang regretted it very much at this moment. If he had seen through Qu Futian's plot earlier and stopped his eldest nephew, this tragedy would not have happened.

"I'm fine, tell me, finish everything!" Pei Chengde shook off Pei Chenyang's hand, his face frosty.