Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1902 Thank You Fan Wai for the Boss of "I Don't Look Back at the Explosion" (Part Two)

"You know the answer,"

Qingjiuliu replied flatly, remembering seven or eight days ago. While talking, he stood up and poured himself a glass of bourbon—this time he didn't even bother to pretend it was another drink. "Airport, that flight attendant."

"Tell me more carefully," Love encouraged gently.

…He had just returned from Acios at that time.

Half of the time, he didn't take the first-class passage, and that time also. Qingjiuliu was alone among the tired passengers who had just got off the plane and waited for the border check. No one realized his identity.

He doesn't hate this feeling. Bustling around, coming and going, full of threads and impurities in human life: the fourth time this year, I was on a business trip, visiting my sister who had just given birth, quarreled during the trip, and bought popular goods at duty-free prices... Sometimes, the shell that has been formed in daily life is often removed.

For Kikuliu, the difficulty of switching between mediocrity, dazzling light, and cautiousness, etc., is almost as difficult as pressing a button; if he wants to act as a passenger who has just left economy class, even if he does not wear a mask or sunglasses, He would hardly be recognized-although he didn't take this risk often.

Perhaps it is because he has switched between the kaleidoscope-like personality a lot, so he needs to spare a period of time from time to time, without seeing anyone, waiting for his soul to follow in the quiet loneliness.

"Hey, did you see it?"

Behind him was a couple in their fifties. The wife called her husband. "Isn't that group of crew members on our flight?"

The crew members have separate passages for inspection, and they usually pass by the passengers in long lines. Qingjiu Liu looked over the crowd and found that the pilot and flight attendants were standing in the distance, not knowing what they were talking in a low voice.

"That blond hair with French braids, she's not a flight attendant," the wife said eagerly, "she was the woman who was on the news last month, do you remember? I want to pretend to be a nurse and get into the hospital. ...She came to pretend to be a flight attendant today?"

She seemed to be very excited about her discovery, and her voice increased a lot. The passengers around her were full of spirits, turning their heads to look at the flight attendant in the distance. Most of the nearby passengers were on and off the same flight. Not long after, after a long stay, I heard someone say one after another: "Really, I haven't seen her on the plane." "Is it working in business class or first class? Yeah?" "What are you doing here? Terrorism? Bring weapons?"

From the perspective of that group of crew members, I am afraid that this large group of passengers staring at them in a dazed manner is like a dog's urine moss that pops up suddenly after the rain... Qingku thinks carefully.

The whispers and speculations scattered in the crowd like the wind, and quickly infected half of the hall at an amazing speed. People held up their mobile phones to quietly record the news and called up last month's news comparison; some even walked out of the line, pretending to pass by the blond woman inadvertently... Even the border inspection staff turned away from behind the glass panel.

Staying for a long time can't lift the interest at all.

Ten percent of them are confessing the wrong person. Among a group of crew members who have been working together for at least two or three days, if a stranger suddenly gets in, the others should have spotted it; they are standing in a circle talking, and they can see each other's faces clearly— What's more, they haven't passed the border check yet, and there are only people who have just got off the plane.

"But you guessed it wrong, didn't you?" Love's tone was neither critical nor sarcasm, calm.

That cup of bourbon seems to be gone in just one bite.

Qingji stayed lazily and leaned on the bar as if boneless, turned on the phone, and glanced at the discussion thread that was half of what he had just seen.

When he watched it just now, not everyone lost his mind; in many reposts, he was scornful of Tony Slade—it is indeed Tony Slade’s face, acting skills and lines in the movie, saying that he did not participate in the act. , It's like saying that the sun will not rise during the day, and there is even no need for defense.

Now Qingjiu stayed and turned several pages, but only saw a few short rebuttals.

"Yeah," he heard his own voice ringing far away. "...I guessed wrong."

A passenger walked around the crew members twice with his mobile phone and was stopped by the captain. The two lowered their heads and said something, and the passenger was led into the crew member’s circle; during the few minutes they talked quietly, almost half of the people in the hall held their breath and stretched out towards them desperately Long neck.

From that circle of flight attendants, someone exclaimed in a low voice.

The back of the blond with French braided head suddenly turned aside. Following her gaze, Qingjiu Liu saw the nearby airport guard maintaining order—the latter was dedicated to his duties, facing the long queue of passengers, with a machine gun slung in front of him in both hands.

As soon as the figure in the airline's bright red uniform let go, the trolley suitcase fell to the ground. The next short moment seemed to be split and stretched into pictures on the director's screen.

No one expected that she would suddenly let go of her footsteps and start running; at the same time, Qingjiu Liu also smashed away from the person in front of her, and suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

When the blond flight attendant rushed behind the guard, the guard had already turned half of her body toward her. He has been standing alone, and now he has become a rare island apart from the gossip in the hall; when he saw that the person was a flight attendant, he asked, "What's wrong?"

The blonde flight attendant didn't say a word, already grabbing the pistol on his waist. I don’t know if it’s because of the angle, the speed, or the cleverness. Even though the strong guard reacted in time, twisted and raised his hand to stop her, the gun was still pulled out of the sleeve and caught in her hands—the whole hall finally There was a wave of exclamation.

"She has a gun—" someone yelled.

When the blond flight attendant raised the gun to the guard, Kikuliu had already pulled off the travel bag on his shoulders, raised his arm and shook it hard. The travel bag drew a parabola from mid-air and hit her half way heavily. Body. The blond flight attendant screamed in pain, and the pistol flew away, slamming it to the ground.

She didn't seem to have thought that she would be hit by a bag, and even turned her head to cast a glance at Qingjiu Liu-she was probably about forty years old, and I don't know if she recognized him, her eyes suddenly widened and her face floated. Somewhat surprised and confused as if unable to figure out anything.

Another guard not far away sent the stun gun head into her back at this moment.

Astonishment and confusion congealed and shattered on her face, and her face finally fell into the air and fell to the ground.

"...I slipped away quietly before I was found out." Qingjiuliu reached out and took out a crumpled, half-burned white paper roll from the drawer, lowered his head, and lit the lighter.

When the paper roll was licked hot by the fire, it sizzled.

"But someone recognized you," Love is familiar with the second half of the story. "I've seen it on several news headlines and praised you as a hero."

…This is also one of the reasons why he stayed at home for seven or eight days in one breath.

Qingji stayed with his eyelids drooping, and took a deep breath of the paper roll.

He knew the face that fell to the ground.

When boarding the plane, she stood at the door of the cabin, nodded and smiled at the person who boarded the plane, saying hello.

In the next few minutes, the hall almost became an incubator of screaming and chaos; among the people who rushed up, Kiyakuru saw another male flight attendant who was standing with her at the time. When the male flight attendant's gaze fell on her, there was not even a slight wave of change on his face, and he shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't know her! I haven't seen her. She must have just got in here."

…In fact, now even Qingjiu is not sure if he has ever seen the blond flight attendant on the plane.

"You're in first class. You haven't seen her in first class, right? No one else has seen her in economy class. If she is a real flight attendant, she can only be in business class." Love analyzed. "Then don’t you think it’s weird, when you got on the plane, how could you see her welcoming passengers at the first-class door?"

"I'm sleeping most of the time, so I'm not sure." The explanation made Kiyokuliu feel a little pale.

"Are you smoking?" Love said suddenly, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes very much. Can you wait until I'm gone?"

"Smoke?" Qingjiuli couldn't help but smile, and the white smoke with mud and grassy flew off his lips, floating in the air. "No, I know you don't like cigarettes—"

Halfway through this sentence, he almost coughed due to the sudden strong smell of nicotine in his mouth; in a state of uncertainty, he quickly lowered his head and glanced at the white paper roll in his hand, almost stunned.

"Second-hand smoke is more harmful than first-hand smoke," Love still persuades gently.

Qingji stayed a little bit and pinched off the burning end of the paper roll. He pulled the roll of paper and looked at it—it was tobacco.

He was probably stunned for a while, because when Love spoke again, she was holding her mobile phone, and her voice was filled with doubts.

"You said... you've seen Tony Slade's new movie, so sure it's him? Really?"

As she spoke, she handed the phone to Qingjiu Liu.

It was a short video taken from the movie. It was slowed down. The short and wide face of Tony Slade was on the right side of the screen, speaking a line—

Is it...is it him?

Qingjiu squinted his eyes and took the phone unconsciously. He has not been nearsighted, but he feels like he is getting nearsighted now; the face in the video, for a while, looks like Tony Slade, and for a while, it faintly twists out the outline of a stranger.

The more than 2,000 comments below seem to be more than 2,000 versions of the same core meaning.

He obviously watched that movie twice, but he never... didn't realize that the lead actor is not the lead actor himself.

"Speaking of it," Love said gently, "your life must be very gloomy and lonely, there is no hope, right?"

Kiyokuruo slowly raised his head.

The voice of the lines uploaded by the mobile phone fluctuates up and down, sometimes with a solid foundation and sometimes light and vague.

"Among the consultants I contacted, you are a very, very serious example." She sighed, "Your thought of suicide, has it been serious again recently?"

Qingjiuliu opened his mouth, but did not make a sound for a while, only the dry and bitter nicotine taste on the tip of his tongue was clearly printed in his perception.

He... Has he ever thought of committing suicide?

Fanwai actually saw that it was about to become upper, middle and lower, which I didn't expect... Why did I write anything longer than expected! This chapter Fanwai is longer than the main text. What if I become Fanwai (Lower Middle) or Fanwai (Lower Middle) tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!

I wanted to read the last issue of The Economist’s whysthatfailwomenfail. I finally saw it today. How can I say that I can hold a book on this topic. Such a short article is really not enough to read (although the statistics should be known) And the reason analysis, indeed all know).