Chapter 150: Hunter’s Death Report

“Who?” Claire asked.

The guard looked back at the office and lowered his voice. “King of Li Kingdom, Ethan Muller.”

Claire’s eyes narrowed slightly.

It must be for the special effect medicine project that the king of Li Kingdom came to the Ye Kingdom. Why did he come to meet the president? Did he intend to conduct the R&D at the Life-Death Sect?

If this was the case, it would be a good thing.

She could find out more about it.

While she was still immersed in this thought, a burst of noise suddenly sounded behind her.

She turned, only to see that on the other side of the corridor, a group of nurses pushed more than a dozen hospital beds and hurriedly passed by Claire.

Every person in the hospital bed was covered with white cloth from head to toe.

The Life-Death Sect was not an ordinary hospital. No patient would be accepted unless it was approved by the king himself.

These people should not be patients.

Claire frowned slightly, remembering what Hunter had said.

He said that a group of people was locked up in the institute.

Could these be that group of people, who were transferred into the Life-Death Sect?

There weren’t many patients at the Life-Death Sect.

At midnight, it became even emptier.

Claire came to the database. There was no guard here, but the place was covered with infrared rays ten meters away from the door. No one could survive after touching them.

Claire took out her cell phone and connected it to the system of the Life-Death Sect. She entered the password, and turned off the infrared rays.

The security system of the Life-Death Sect was all designed by her, so she knew it well.

She walked to the door where face recognition was required.

Only the face of the king could pass through.

Claire put on gloves, switched the system on the screen, and then pointed her face to the camera.

With a beep, the steel door slowly opened up.

When building the security system, she had secretly implanted a backdoor. No one knew that she could freely enter and exit all the doors here, and could even tamper with the surveillance videos.

Walking into the database, Claire went directly to the safe and unlocked it with her face.

There were only two folders inside.

One was marked 0183, which was the item number of the special medicine project. This should be the information that Noah wanted.

She couldn’t take away the files so Claire photographed them with her cell phone.

What was the other one?

How important was it to be locked with the special medicine project file?

Claire put the phone in her pocket, picked up the other file pocket, and pulled out the paper inside.

The first thing that came into view were the words ‘Death Report’.

Whose death report was this?

She looked down slowly, and when she saw the signature, a string in her head suddenly broke.

Hunter Johnson?!

This was… Hunter’s death report?!

Was this the death report of Hunter’s namesake?

Claire immediately turned to the last page, where the guardian had signed, only to see the name ‘Simon Johnson’.

There was a photo attached to the death report of a strange man with his eyes closed and his pale face, apparently taken in a morgue.

The time of death was two years ago, and the cause of death was a car accident.

Therefore, this man was Hunter Johnson.

Then who was Hunter, who was still alive?

Claire’s mind was a mess.

She couldn’t stay here for long, so she put the files back in the safe and hurriedly left the database.

At the school, the next day.

Claire came to the classroom and walked straight to the back row. She threw her school bag on the desk, and kicked Derek’s chair with her toes.

Playing a game, Derek raised his head, looking dazed. “Claire? Morning!”

“You, come out with me.” Throwing these words, Claire stepped out of the classroom.

In the corner of the teaching building, Claire slipped a hand into her pocket and leaned against the wall.

Derek walked over slowly. “What happened?”

Claire raised her brows, and her voice was cold. “I already know.”

“Huh?” Derek scratched her curly hair. “Know what?”

“Hunter is not the real Hunter Johnson.”