Frowning, Sean looked worried. Sean's trouble hadn't been solved yet. Why did he suddenly have other troubles.
Rubbing his aching temples, Sean continued to ask, "Where is Aaron? Does he know about it?"
Frowning, Gorman stretched out his finger to the man who was thrown in the corner and said, "I've informed him. He will come in half an hour. The situation of this matter has completely exceeded my imagination... This man. "
The face was so vivid. At first, he thought it was just a mask or makeup, but when he tried to tear it up, he found that it was not what he thought.
Gorman led Sean to the man and said, "Touch his face and tell me what you think."
Although he didn't understand what Gorman wanted to say, Sean still did as he said.
He half squatted down and touched the man's face, but to his surprise, he didn't feel anything unusual.
Sean frowned and then turned to Gorman in confusion. "I don't feel anything stuck to it. It seems that this face has been on his face from the beginning... Grandpa, have you found something? "
Since he asked this question, it should mean that he knew something.
But judging from their figures and appearance, the two of them seemed to have retreated. It was really lucky that Gorman was here. Otherwise, everyone would be led by this man?
Who was that man... Such a method really made people shudder!
Hearing the sound, Gorman directly moved a chair, and then used his walking stick to draw on the man's face, "I suspect that he has undergone plastic surgery, and it is not something that can be done in a short time... I'm afraid that someone has planned it for a long time. "
While they were talking and studying, Shirley, who had been sitting quietly aside, suddenly stopped smiling. She took out a small pistol from her pocket and pressed it against the wall. Then she put her ear against the wall.
The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and Shirley's face became more and more serious.
With a click, the door was opened, and Shirley directly blocked her gun on the man's forehead.
hat Gorman was here. If so, how dare he come over so aboveboard?
After all, the real grandfather was here, and he, a fake grandson, could only show his real identity.
Gorman swallowed subconsciously and then panicked, "You... Who are you? You are not my grandson! What the hell was going on? Are you with him? "
The corner of K's mouth twitched slightly, and then he gave up the idea of explaining again. He had told her his identity just now. Did Gorman lose his memory when he was old?
While thinking, K squatted down and put his fingers under the man's nose to make sure that he was still breathing. Then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
K stretched out his hand and looked at the man's face up and down. "This man has also had a plastic surgery. It seems that his skin has been planted for more than five years. Although he looks like you, if you look carefully, you will find that there are still many differences in the details, such as wrinkles. It's not easy to imitate the wrinkles... "
More than five years?
That was to say, his speculation was right. This man was not like this before, but later he had a plastic surgery. But five years was not a short time. What was the other party's intention?
After thinking for a while, K turned to Sean and asked, "Dr. Sean, is there a surveillance camera in your hospital? Can you lend me something to investigate? "