We have learned that this musician named Mark Shaw moved to the United States several years ago. He has been busking in the subway for many years, always hoping to make it to Broadway. He has no immediate family, nor did he tell his friends about his real situation in the US. He even occasionally sent remittances back home. We believe there is something very suspicious about this remittance slip...

We arranged a conflict—Mark Shaw provoked the subway gangsters, and with my protection and support, he was able to return to China and seek help from his friends..."

Charles Sutton remained silent for a long time. Hagen misunderstood his meaning and immediately typed on the computer: "Perhaps this is your only flaw. Do you want to erase this trace? I can help you."

On the other side of the computer, Charles Sutton had once again fallen into a nightmare.

In a daze, he seemed to be sitting in that airplane cabin again. The plane was plummeting rapidly, flames were dancing inside the cabin, luggage was bouncing everywhere, passengers' faces were covered in blood, screaming and crying. Beside him, a blond child who looked like a Barbie doll dove into his arms, trembling all over, shouting, "Save me, save me..."

Then came a loud boom as the plane crashed to the ground, flames soaring.

Charles Sutton jolted awake. He stared at the flickering words on the screen and immediately asked, "Are you still there?"

"I'm here," Hagen replied quickly from the other side.

"Please don't hurt my friends!"

"If," Hagen replied, "if you don't want to leave the only clue for others to trace, then rather than letting someone else hold this clue, it's better to keep it in your own hands—I've brought him here now, so make good use of it."

"Thank you!" After expressing his gratitude, Charles Sutton immediately thought of the reason for Hagen's appearance here. "Your presence has brought me back into that nightmare. I don't want you to interfere with my life, I..."

"Flora is dying," Hagen interrupted Charles Sutton. "She wants to see you!"

Charles Sutton remained silent for a long time.

The elevator descended smoothly. When it stopped, Yvonne Quinn led Evelyn Lewis out of the elevator and into the deep wine cellar.

The lights came on, and the spacious cellar was filled with large oak barrels, the air carrying a faint aroma of fine wine.

The entire cellar was empty, except for the neatly arranged barrels standing like soldiers awaiting inspection, silently welcoming the guests. "The above-ground buildings of our courtyard have two floors, but the underground structures are much larger. What we're seeing now is the third basement level: a temperature- and humidity-controlled wine cellar."

Yvonne Quinn led Evelyn Lewis slowly past the barrels, pointing things out and explaining as they went: "From now on, your job will be to select the vintage wines specified by customers according to their orders. All you need to do is tap the spigot into the barrel. Later, the boss will come down and use the elevator to transport the selected barrels to the second basement. Then he will personally seal them..."

At this moment, Charles Sutton was upstairs in the bedroom, eyes fixed on the screen, images flashing before his eyes.

It was three years ago. Charles Sutton's parents had died in a car accident. Upon hearing the tragic news, he rushed home from thousands of miles away, only for the plane he was on to mysteriously crash over the Pacific Ocean.

It seemed to be an attack. The passenger plane, flying smoothly, suddenly exploded. A jagged bolt of lightning shot through the cabin. The passengers had no time to react before the plane broke in two. Sitting in the tail section, Charles Sutton was puzzled as to why he could see the sky from inside the cabin, and then he felt as if he had been thrown into a washing machine, everything around him spinning wildly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually regained consciousness, finding himself lying on a beach. Not far away, in the jungle, the huge airplane engine was still idling. A few surviving passengers staggered around like ghosts.

One passenger, his face covered in blood, struggled to his feet. Unfortunately, he accidentally stood in front of the airplane engine. The massive airflow from the turbine engine surged and ebbed. In a moment of carelessness, the passenger fell backward, and before his body hit the ground, he was sucked into the engine's intake.

With a loud "boom," the engine exploded violently, and the blast wave knocked Charles Sutton unconscious again.

Chapter 4: Finally Caught You (2)

The tide gradually submerged half of Charles Sutton's body. The constant washing of the seawater brought him back to consciousness. He shook his head, lifted it from where he was lying, and surveyed his surroundings.

This was a double survival scene. The crashed plane had created a huge crater in the ground, wreckage scattered all around, and broken giant trees were burning. Then, the engine exploded again, blasting trees and debris everywhere. When he woke up this time, the area around him was flattened. Lying there, Charles Sutton looked into the distance and saw, at the edge of his vision, a piece of wing debris stuck high on a hillside, about twenty meters above the ground.

After the intense pain subsided, Charles Sutton felt a small animal wriggling in his arms. He struggled to turn over and lay on his back on the beach. The little animal then shakily stood up—a doll-like face appeared above him, looking down.

It was the little girl who had been sitting next to him. Charles Sutton remembered that when the plane crashed, the little girl had dived into his arms, and he had instinctively hugged her tightly.

Alive, Charles Sutton was still alive. At that moment, he couldn't help but be grateful for his unexpected luck.