Chapter 1902 Give me a fight without looking back at the boss of the explosion
Chapter 1902 Extra thank you for the reward given to the boss of “I won’t look back at the explosion” (Part 2)
"You know the answer,"
Qingjiuru remembered seven or eight days ago and replied in a calm voice. As he spoke, he stood up and poured himself a glass of bourbon - this time he didn't even bother to pretend it was another drink. "The airport, that flight attendant.
."
"Tell me more carefully," Raph encouraged gently.
…He had just returned from Agios at that time.
Half of the time, he didn't go through the first-class aisle, and that time too. Kiyokuru mingled alone among the tired passengers who had just gotten off the plane and were waiting to go through immigration control, and no one realized his identity.
He doesn't hate this feeling. The bustling people around him, coming and going, are filled with the strands and impurities of human life: his fourth business trip this year, visiting his sister who just gave birth to a child, he had a quarrel while traveling, and he bought a popular item at a duty-free price
Commodities... When people are in the airport, they often shed the shell that has been formed in their daily lives.
For Kiyokuru, switching between mediocre, dazzling, cautious and other traits is almost as difficult as pressing a button; if he wants to play the role of a passenger who has just gotten off the economy class, even without wearing a mask or sunglasses,
He would also be almost unrecognizable - although he didn't take that risk very often.
Perhaps it's because he switches between kaleidoscope-like personalities too much that he needs to take some time off from time to time, seeing no one, waiting for his soul to catch up in quiet loneliness.
"Hey, did you see it?"
Behind him was a couple in their fifties. The wife called her husband, "Aren't those crew members over there the ones on our flight?"
The crew members all have separate inspection channels, and they usually pass by the long queue of passengers. Qingjiure looked across the crowd and found that the pilot and flight attendant were standing in the distance, not knowing what to do.
Head whispered something.
"That blonde with the French braid, she's not a flight attendant," the wife said a little eagerly, "She's the woman who was in the news last month, you remember, right? She tried to sneak into the hospital pretending to be a nurse.
...She came to pretend to be a flight attendant today?"
She seemed very excited about her discovery, and her voice became louder. The passengers around her became more energetic after hearing this, and turned to look at the flight attendant in the distance. Most of the nearby passengers got off the same flight.
Not long after, Qingjiu Liu heard someone say one after another: "Really, I have never seen her on the plane." "Does she work in business class or first class?" "What are you doing here? Terrorist attack.
?Weaponed?"
From the perspective of the crew members, the faces of this large group of passengers who were staring blankly at them were like dog urine moss that suddenly appeared after the rain... Qingjiu thought to himself.
Whispers and speculations were blown through the crowd like the wind, quickly spreading to half of the hall at an astonishing speed. People raised their mobile phones to record videos quietly, calling up news comparisons from the previous month; some even walked out of the queue and pretended
I passed by the blonde woman inadvertently...even the border inspection staff turned around from behind the glass plate.
Qingjiu Liu was not interested at all.
Ten percent of the time, it was a mistake. Among a group of crew members who had been working together for at least two or three days, if a stranger suddenly wandered in, the others would have discovered it long ago; they were standing in a circle talking at this time, and they could tell each other
Their faces could be clearly seen - not to mention that they had not yet passed the border control, and there were only people here who had just gotten off the plane.
"But you guessed wrong, right?" Raph's tone was neither critical nor sarcastic, it was very calm.
That glass of bourbon seemed to be gone in just one sip.
Kiyokuru was lying lazily and bonelessly on the bar, turned on his phone, and glanced at the discussion thread he had just seen half of.
When he watched it just now, not everyone lost their minds; many retweets were scornful of Tony Slade - it was indeed Tony Slade's face, acting skills and lines in the movie, saying that he did not participate
Acting is like saying that the sun will not rise during the day, and there is no need to defend it.
Now Kiyokuru flipped through several pages in a row, but only saw a few short rebuttals.
"Well," he heard his own voice ringing in the distance. "...I must have guessed wrong."
A passenger walked around the crew twice with his cell phone, but was stopped by the captain. The two lowered their heads and said a few words, and the passenger was led into the circle of crew members; while they were talking quietly
During those few minutes, almost half of the people in the hall held their breath and stretched their necks toward them.
From among the circle of flight attendants, someone let out a low exclamation.
The blond girl with a French braid suddenly turned her head to the side. Qingjiuru followed her gaze and saw the airport security guard nearby who was maintaining order - the latter was doing his job faithfully, facing the long queue of passengers.
With both hands slung in front of him was a machine gun.
As soon as the figure in the bright red uniform of the airline let go, the trolley suitcase fell to the ground. The short moment that followed seemed to be split and stretched into a picture on the director's screen.
No one expected that she would suddenly let go and start running; at the same time, Qingjiu Liu also knocked away the person in front of him and suddenly jumped out of the crowd.
When the blond flight attendant rushed behind the guard, the guard had already turned half of his body towards her. He had been standing alone, and now he became a rare island apart from the gossip in the hall; he saw that the person coming was a flight attendant.
When he did, he asked: "What's wrong?"
Without saying a word, the blond flight attendant had already grabbed the pistol at his waist. I don't know if it was because of the angle, speed or skill, but even though the tall guard reacted in time, turned around and raised his hand to stop her, the gun was still blocked.
Pulling out the condom, she grabbed it into her hand - a wave of exclamations finally sounded throughout the hall.
"She has a gun—" someone yelled mid-sentence.
When the blond flight attendant raised his gun towards the guard, Qingjiuru had already pulled the travel bag off his shoulder. He raised his arm and swung it hard. The travel bag drew a parabola from mid-air and hit half of her heavily.
body. The blond flight attendant screamed in pain, the pistol flew out of his hand, and hit the ground with a clang.
She seemed not to have expected that she would be hit by a bag, and she even turned to glance at Qing Jiuru - she was probably about forty years old, and she didn't know if she recognized him. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.
I felt a little surprised and confused, as if I couldn't figure out what was going on.
Another guard not far away sent the stun gun head into her back at this moment.
Surprise and confusion froze on her face, shattered, and her face finally fell into the air and fell to the ground.
"...I slipped away quietly before anyone discovered my identity." Qingjiuru reached out from the drawer and took out a crumpled, half-burned white paper roll, lowered his head, and lit the lighter.
.
The roll of paper sizzled as it was heated by the firelight.
"But someone still recognized you," said Love, who was very familiar with the second half of this story. "I saw it on several news headlines, and they all praised you as a hero."
...This is one of the reasons why he hid at home for seven or eight days at a stretch.
Qingjiuru lowered his eyelids and took a deep breath of the paper roll.
He knew the face that fell to the ground.
When she got on the plane, she stood at the door of the cabin, nodded and smiled at the people getting on the plane, saying hello.
In the next few minutes, the hall almost became an incubator of screams and chaos; among the people rushing up, Qingjiuru saw another male flight attendant standing with her at the time. The male flight attendant's eyes fell on
When she came to see her, there wasn't even a single change on her face. She shook her head and said, "I don't know her! I've never seen her before. She must have just sneaked in."
...In fact, even Qingjiu Liu is not sure whether he has ever seen the blond flight attendant on the plane.
"You are flying first class. You have never 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 strange? When you got on the plane, how could you see her greeting passengers at the door of the first class cabin?"
"I'm sleeping most of the time, so I'm not sure." This explanation seemed a bit pale to Kiyokuru.
"Are you smoking?" Raph suddenly said, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes. Can you wait until I leave before smoking?"
"Smoke?" Qing Jiuliu couldn't help but smile. The white smoke with the smell of earth and grass flew away from his lips and floated in the air. "No, I know you don't like smoke-"
Halfway through this sentence, he almost choked and coughed due to the suddenly strong taste of nicotine in his mouth. In his confusion, he quickly lowered his head and glanced at the white paper roll in his hand, and almost froze.
"Second-hand smoke is more harmful than first-hand smoke," Love advised still gently.
Kiyokuru pinched off the burning end of the paper bit by bit. He pulled the paper open and looked at it - it was tobacco.
He was probably stunned for a while, because when Raph spoke again, she was holding up her mobile phone, and her voice was full of doubts.
"You said...you've seen Tony Slade's new movie, are you sure it's him? Really?"
As she spoke, she handed the phone to Qingjiuru.
It was a short video taken from a movie, the pace was slowed down, Tony Slade's short and wide face was on the right side of the screen, speaking a line -
Is it... is he himself?
Kiyokuru squinted his eyes and took the phone unconsciously. He had never been myopic, but he felt like he was gradually becoming myopic now; the face in the video looked like Tony Slade for a while, and then faintly for a while.
Twisting out the outline of a little stranger.
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He had obviously watched the movie twice, but he never... did not realize that the lead actor was not the lead actor himself.
"Speaking of which," Raph said gently, "your life must be very dark and lonely, with no hope, right?"
Qingjiuru slowly raised his head.
The voice of the lines transmitted on the mobile phone fluctuates high and low, sometimes solid, sometimes light and vague.
"Among the counselors I have contacted, you are a very, very serious example." She sighed, "Have your suicidal thoughts become more serious recently?"
Qingjiuru opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a moment. Only the dry and bitter taste of nicotine on the tip of his tongue was clearly imprinted on his consciousness.
Did he...did he ever have thoughts of committing suicide?
The extra chapter is about to become a top, middle, and bottom chapter. This is something I didn’t expect... Why is everything I write longer than expected! This extra chapter is longer than the main text. What if it becomes an extra chapter (middle) tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
(Part 2), Extra (Part 2), what should I do!
I really wanted to read the article about why nations that fail women fail in the last issue of The Economist. I finally read it today. How can I say that this topic can support a book, but it is not enough to read in such a short article (although
All the statistics and analysis of causes that should be known are indeed known).