Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1903 Thanks to the boss for "I don't look back at the explosion"
"You know the answer,"

Qing Jiuliu replied in a flat voice, remembering seven or eight days ago.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, the flight attendant."

"Talk to me carefully," Love encouraged gently.

...he had just returned from Agios then.

Half the time, he didn't take the first-class aisle, and that one too.Qing Jiuliu mixed among the tired passengers who had just got off the plane and waited to pass the border inspection, and no one realized his identity.

He doesn't hate this feeling.Surrounded by hustle and bustle, coming and going, full of strands and impurities in human life: This is my fourth business trip this year, visiting my sister who just gave birth, I had a quarrel during the trip, and I bought popular products at duty-free prices... I was in the airport When the time comes, the layer of shell that has been formed in daily life will often be melted away.

For Kiyokuru, the difficulty of switching between mediocre, dazzling, cautious and other qualities is almost as difficult as pressing a button; if he wants to play a passenger who has just got off the economy class, even if he does not wear a mask or sunglasses, Almost impossible to be recognized, though he didn't take that risk very often.

Maybe it's because he switches between kaleidoscopic personalities too much, that's why he needs to take time off from time to time, without seeing anyone, in quiet solitude, waiting for his soul to catch up.

"Hey, did you see that?"

Behind him was a couple in their 50s, and the wife called her husband. "Isn't that group of crew members over there the ones on our flight?"

Crew members have separate check-in channels, and they usually pass by the long queue of passengers in a blink of an eye.Qing Jiuliu looked over the crowd, and found that the pilots and flight attendants were standing in the distance, talking together in a low voice.

"That blond hair with French braids, she's not a flight attendant," the wife said eagerly, "She's the woman who was in the news last month, remember? She wanted to sneak into the hospital pretending to be a nurse." ...She came to pretend to be a flight attendant today?"

She seemed quite excited by her discovery, and her voice raised a lot. The passengers around her all cheered up, and turned their heads to look at the flight attendant in the distance.Most of the nearby passengers got on and off the same flight. After a while, Qing Jiuliu heard someone say one after another: "Really, I haven't seen her on the plane." "Does she work in business class or first class?" Yeah?" "What are you doing here? Terrorist attack? Armed?"

From the perspective of the group of crew members, the faces of the passengers staring blankly at them are probably like dog pee that suddenly appeared after the rain... Qingjiu thought carefully.

Whispers and speculations were scattered among the crowd like the wind, and quickly infected half of the hall at an astonishing speed.People raised their mobile phones to secretly record and call up news comparisons from last month; some people even walked out of the queue and pretended to pass by the blonde woman inadvertently... Even the border inspection staff turned around from behind the glass panel.

Qing Jiuliu couldn't get interested at all.

Ten out of ten is the wrong person.Among the group of crew members who have worked together for at least two or three days, if a stranger suddenly sneaks in, the others should have noticed it; they are standing in a circle and talking at this moment, and they can see each other's faces clearly— — What's more, they haven't passed the border inspection at this time, and there are only people who have just got off the plane here.

"But you guessed wrong, right?" Love's tone was neither critical nor sarcastic, calm.

That glass of bourbon seemed to be gone in just one sip.

Qing Jiuliu lay down on the bar counter lazily and without bones, turned on his phone, and glanced at the half of the discussion thread just now.

When he watched it just now, not everyone lost their minds; in many retweets, they sneered at the Tony Slade incident-it was indeed Tony Slade's face, acting skills and lines in the movie, saying that he did not participate Acting is like saying the sun doesn't rise during the day, and there's not even a need for a defense.

Now Qing Jiuliu flipped through several pages, but only saw a few short rebuttals here and there.

"Mmm," he heard his own voice ring out in the distance. "...I must have guessed wrong."

A passenger walked around the crew twice with a mobile phone and was stopped by the captain.The two bowed their heads and said something, and the passenger was ushered into the circle of crew members; during the few minutes of their whispered conversation, almost half of the people in the hall held their breath and reached out to them desperately. Long neck.

From the circle of flight attendants, someone let out a low exclamation.

The back of the blond head with the French braid suddenly turned to the side.Qing Jiuliu followed her gaze and saw the airport guards nearby who were maintaining order—the latter was dedicated to his duties, facing the long queue of passengers, with a machine gun in his hands in front of him.

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

No one expected that she would suddenly let go of her steps and run; at the same time, Qing Jiuliu also knocked away 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 half turned towards her.He had been standing alone all this time, and now he had become a rare isolated island besides gossip in the lobby; when he saw that the person who came was a flight attendant, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Without saying a word, the blond flight attendant had already grabbed the pistol on his waist.I don't know if it was because of the angle, speed or skill, even though the tall and strong guard reacted in time, turned around and raised his hand to stop her, the gun was still pulled out of the holster and caught in her hand—— the whole hall Finally, there was a wave-like exclamation.

"She's got a gun—" someone yelled.

When the blond-haired flight attendant raised his gun at the guard, Qing Jiuliu had already pulled off the travel bag on his shoulder, swung his arm and swung it hard, and the travel bag drew a parabola from mid-air, and hit her side heavily body.The blond flight attendant let out a cry of pain, and the pistol flew out of his hand, hitting the ground with a clang.

She didn't seem to have thought that she would be hit by a bag, and she even turned her head and cast a glance at Qing Jiuliu—she was about 40 years old, she didn't know if she recognized him, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and her face floated. A bit surprised and confused as if he couldn't figure out something.

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

Surprise and confusion froze and shattered on her face, and her face finally fell into the air and fell to the ground.

"...Before anyone discovered my identity, I slipped away." Qing Jiuliu reached out and took out a crumpled, half-burnt white paper roll from the drawer, lowered his head, and lit the lighter .

When the scroll was licked and warmed by the flames, it made a soft hissing sound.

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

... This is one of the reasons why he hid at home for seven or eight days.

Qing Jiuliu lowered his eyelids and took a deep breath of the scroll.

He recognized the face on the ground.

When boarding the plane, she stood at the door of the cabin, nodding and smiling to those who got on the plane, saying hello.

For the next few minutes, the lobby became an almost incubator of screaming and chaos; among those rushing up, Kiyokuru saw another male flight attendant who was standing with her at the time.When the male flight attendant's eyes fell on her, there was no change on his face, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't know her! I haven't seen her before, she must have just sneaked in."

...In fact, now even Qing Jiuliu is not sure whether he has seen that blond flight attendant on the plane.

"You fly in first class, you haven't seen her in first class, have you? 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 did you see her greet the passengers at the first-class door?"

"I'm sleeping most of the time, so I'm not sure." Kiyokuru also felt a little pale.

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

"Smoke?" Qing Jiuliu couldn't help smiling, and the white smoke with the smell of earth and green grass fluttered from his lips, lingering and floating in the air. "No, I know you don't like cigarettes—"

Halfway through this sentence, he was almost coughed by the sudden strong taste of nicotine in his mouth; amidst the confusion, he quickly glanced down at the white paper roll in his hand, and almost froze.

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

Qing Jiuliu pinched off the burning end of the scroll little by little.He tore open the paper and looked - 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 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 Qing Jiuliu.

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

Is... is it him?

Qing Jiuliu narrowed his eyes and unconsciously took the phone.He has never been short-sighted, but he feels that he is gradually near-sighted now; the face in the video, for a while, looks like Tony Slade, and for a while, the outline of a stranger is faintly twisted.

The more than 2000 comments below seem to be more than 2000 versions of the same core meaning.

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

"Speaking of which," Love said gently, "your life must be very gloomy and lonely, without hope?"

Qing Jiuliu slowly raised his head.

The voice of the lines coming from the mobile phone fluctuates, sometimes with a solid foundation, sometimes light and vague.

"Among the counselors I have contacted, you are a very, very serious example." She sighed, "Has your suicidal thoughts worsened recently?"

Qing Jiuliu opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound for a while, only the dry and bitter taste of nicotine on the tip of his tongue was clearly imprinted in his perception.

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

　Fanwai actually looked like it was going to be up, down, and down, which I didn't expect...why everything I write is longer than expected!This chapter is longer than the main text, if tomorrow or the day after tomorrow becomes Fanwai (Middle and lower), Fanwai (Middle and lower), what should I do!

I wanted to read why nations that fail women fail in the last issue of The Economist. I finally saw it today. How can I say that a book on this topic can support it? Such a short article is really not enough to read (although The statistics and analysis of the reasons that should be known are indeed known).

　
(End of this chapter)