Novel Titanic
Chapter 1139
Chapter 1139 Found the Bloodstain
Bert held the walkie-talkie in his hand, and his palms were covered with a layer of cold sweat. He didn't know what was happening on the other end of the intercom. All he could hear was the sudden disappearance of sound and only the rustling footsteps.
Half a minute passed, and the people accompanying him in the car looked at each other in silence, but no one dared to speak a word.
As time passed, Bert had never sweated so much before. He was drenched as if he had been pulled out of water. His throat felt like it was being tightly clenched, and he struggled to breathe, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable.
He wanted to ask what was wrong but couldn't say it at all.
A bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. He didn't even have the courage to ask.
After a long time, the captain's voice finally came from the other end of the line again. It was hoarse, anxious, and more of a kind of frustration.
"Owen and Alivia fell off the cliff. Ask the rescue team to come up immediately! Search at the foot of the mountain!"
His words seemed to have nailed Bert to the spot. All the muscles in his body seemed to have collapsed in an instant. His hands were weak, and he couldn't even hold the walkie-talkie, and it fell directly on the seat.
A buzzing sound filled his head, and he couldn't hear anything. Everything before his eyes turned pale. He couldn't believe what he had heard. The worrying situation that had been on his mind for the past two days had happened the result he dared not even imagine had become a reality right in front of him.
What kind of feeling was that?
Bert couldn't describe it. He only felt that his blood was surging, and his throat was filled with blood. For the first time in more than 30 years, he was stunned and didn't know what to do at all.
The officer beside him noticed his abnormality and, fearing that he might have some issues, spoke with a trembling voice to console him, "Mr. Harper, this mountain isn't very high, and Owen didn't reach the mountaintop. Even if they fell, it may not necessarily result in a serious accident. We have already sent people to search for them..."
Bert closed his eyes tightly, and a few seconds later, he opened them again. His hands on his knees clenched tightly. He had not found Alivia yet, so he would never fall down like this.
She had said that she left with Owen's people to prevent him from being hurt, but it was only at this moment that Bert truly understood that if something happened to her, his pain would be more overwhelming than ever before.
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Everyone searched the area where they fell. Bert requested to join the search, and the team leader knew he had reached his limit. Besides, family members had been allowed to enter before, so two officers were assigned to provide protection for him.
Bert's group was searching from below. He looked up at the steep hillside with many plants growing on it, and his heart couldn't stop trembling. She fell from above. There were so many stones and branches, and the inertia of the human body was so big that it could cause fatal damage wherever she touched it... Bert looked away and did not dare to continue to think about it.
The search continued for a long time, covering the area from the foot of the mountain to the edge of the cliff. They divided into three teams, and Bert was in the team closest to the cliff, at the very top.
The slope of the mountain was very steep, and he had to use his hands to hold onto branches to barely maintain his balance and prevent himself from slipping down. His bloodshot and sharp eyes focused on every inch of the ground. Each time he spotted a vague black shadow, he couldn't help but feel excited. However, as he approached, he discovered it wasn't her, and his hopes would be dashed once again.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
It lasted for nearly an hour. Finally, a young police officer hurried over and said, "There, there is blood over there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bert immediately turned around and walked in the direction that he was pointing at. He looked at the dark red bloodstain under his feet and walked forward bit by bit. Every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, which was terrifying.
The closer he got, the more afraid he became. He was afraid that he would see a lifeless corpse in front of him.