My rebirth style is wrong [Comprehensive fear]

"According to the surveillance video uploaded from the street, Miss Brown, at 2 o'clock in the evening, that is, [-] minutes before the serial car accident, you suddenly showed something strange facing the traffic light, can you tell me, did you see What is it?"

The middle-aged detective has eagle-eyed eyes, keenly observing Angela Brown, the only survivor of the car accident at a traffic light intersection an hour ago.

The brakes of a fuel tanker failed, the steering wheel lost control, hit several cars and then rolled over to the zebra crossing. It just so happened that the screws of the billboard in the shopping mall next to the zebra crossing were loose and fell off. tanker.

What's even more amazing is that the exploding oil tanker was no more than two meters behind this "lucky guy".

Of course, this does not explain anything. There is no shortage of lucky people who cannot be understood by common sense in this world, just like there is no shortage of accidents that seem to be man-made by coincidences every day.

It's just that Agent Schreck has a hunch that something is wrong.

Su Wanwan's nerves were still a little paralyzed, and her complexion was not very good. Even if she was blocked by a kind passerby at the critical moment and did not see the complete accident scene, the mutilated limbs alone were enough to make her sick.

And now she already knows what happened at that time, even if she didn't know those people before, but the people who were standing around her alive one second, exploded into the sky the next second, Su Wanwan still couldn't help it Give birth to a sense of pain.

Only then did she rejoice.

Fortunately, no matter whether I was reborn or time-traveled, I didn't die in the tricky way that is often seen in movies. Otherwise, ordinary people have experienced the pain of death once. Even if they live again, they will definitely suffer huge mental trauma, which cannot be healed easily.

As for these uniformed uncles who are best at doubting and doubting, and constantly using the angle of wisdom or mental retardation to doubt everything in all directions, Su Wanwan is not surprised, but cooperates listlessly and explains again: "I just saw a man who looks like Good-looking boy, there is no law in any state that prohibits seeing beautiful and handsome men on the street, right sir?"

Agent Schreck surveyed the girl sitting across from him.

Just narrowly escaped from an accident, the girl's face was so pale that it seemed transparent, her slender eyelashes were half drooping, her back was slightly arched, and her whole body was full of uneasiness.

Occasionally raised his eyes and looked over blankly, the black and white clear eyes were completely helpless and sad.

Like a lost innocent lamb, pure and weak.

Hearing the news from colleagues outside, Agent Schreck let out a sigh of relief and gave a conciliatory smile: "Sorry, this is my job, good girl, thank you for your cooperation, I wish you an early recovery, and another wonderful encounter love."

When a girl of this age really wants to fall in love, it is normal to see a handsome opposite sex attracted to her on the street.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had enough rest recently and his nerves are too tense.

Although I was also curious about the boy who made the girl show such an expression of love at first sight, but Agent Schreck was considerate and did not mention it again.

——Except for Miss Brown, no passer-by standing on both sides of the zebra crossing waiting for the red light was spared.

Apparently, Miss Brown, who had just been shot by Cupid's arrow, lost her bewitching handsome boy at the same time.

The door of the inquiry room was opened, and Mr. Brown was the first to rush in, holding his petite daughter and angrily clamoring to send a lawyer's letter to them, "My daughter has just experienced a terrible thing, and you bunch of idiots are here to suspect her! God, what the hell! Could my good girl control a fuel tank truck tens of meters away to flip over 700 degrees and then rush to her side and explode with a boow?!"

Mrs. Brown, who had not had time to change out of her white coat, also hugged Su Wanwan tightly with wet eyes, and kept stroking her head with trembling hands, repeating over and over again with sobs: "It's fine, my baby, I'm scared to death." Mom is dead, it’s fine, thank God for bringing you back to my arms safely, thank God..."

Agent Schreck and his colleagues deal with a raging Mr. Brown like they are good at doubting everything, just as they are good at dealing with raging lions.

Obviously, Mr. Brown's weakness is his well-behaved daughter.

On the grounds of taking care of the girl's mental health, the police suggested that Mr. Brown take the child and his wife home first, and return to the child's familiar environment so that she can recover from the accident as soon as possible and regain her sense of security.

This obviously hit Mr. Brown's heart. He was more worried about his daughter's mood than making these trash look good.

Sitting in the familiar car, being hugged tightly by her mother like a child, kissing her forehead and softly comforting her, Su Wanwan closed her eyes tiredly, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the ups and downs of consciousness, I vaguely heard my parents talking in a low voice.

"Is Angel asleep?"

"Yes, she is very tired, poor baby."

"Anyway, thank God no harm was done to sweetheart."

"Speaking of which, it is indeed very lucky. Judging from the footprints at the scene, it was only a little bit that a broken piece of iron was about to hit Angel's neck."

"My good girl is so sweet, even the devil is reluctant to drag her to hell..."

"When you go to church this week, remember to make an extra donation..."

"Tomorrow I will ask for leave to stay with her at home..."

"Honey, thank you for your hard work, you know, I've been really busy recently..."

"No, don't say that dear..."

"Speaking of which, when the suspension bridge collapsed some time ago, I heard from an old classmate who participated in the first aid at that time that a man named Sam claimed that he had predicted it in advance..."

When Su Wanwan woke up again, it was already the next morning. She was wearing loose and soft pajamas, her hair was loose, and she was in the most relaxed state.

She opened her eyes and didn't see anyone. She had grown up, but at this moment Su Wanwan still felt a wave of inexplicable fear, and there was still a lingering chill in her heart.

Going downstairs with bare feet, she found Mrs. Brown who was busy in the kitchen. Su Wanwan's eyes were red, and she stepped forward to ask for a warm hug.

"Good morning Mom."

"Good morning baby, but dear sweetheart, it's almost noon now, and Dad will come back to have dinner with us at noon."

Su Wanwan was a little embarrassed, obediently accepted Mrs. Brown's kisses on her left and right cheeks and forehead, and then rubbed her shoulders. Then she took a deep breath, regained her spirits, and kissed Mrs. Brown's cheek back with a smile. , "Then I'll go up and change first, what did mom prepare? It smells so good!"

Seeing her daughter smile again, Mrs. Brown's inner worries gradually dissipated.

Angela is the only daughter of her and her husband, a treasure she only had in her thirties.However, because both of them were on the rise in their careers at that time, they were so busy that they had to hire a nanny to take care of their daughter.

Before the terrible thing happened, I always felt far away from myself. Only when it happened did I suddenly realize that the accident was so close to me.

The nanny was a woman with mental problems. Because she lost her daughter, she often used her identity as a nanny as a cover to steal the child from the employer's house and kill it, and then put it in the basement to accompany her dead child.

After the daughter was taken away, even if they were lucky enough to rescue her in time, and did not let her die like those children before, the daughter who was locked up in the basement to "play" with a room full of dead children still suffered serious psychological trauma. I haven't spoken a word for a year.

Until the day when she celebrated her birthday when she was four years old, her daughter was playing on the lawn, staring at the sky in a daze, and when she called her, her dim eyes finally came alive again. The desire to explore and communicate.

For her and her husband, that was the best gift God gave them. After that, the two moved to New York deliberately, just to give their daughter a slightly safer growth environment.

Who knew that such a terrible thing would happen to her daughter today.

Before the daughter woke up, Mrs. Brown and her husband had the same hidden worry, that is, they were worried that their daughter would be like a child again.

Fortunately, everything is not too bad.

At noon, Mr. Brown, who was always busy in the sky, rarely came back to eat with his wife and daughter. Even if he answered the phone soon after the meal and left in a hurry, Su Wanwan could still feel her father's love for her.

In the afternoon, Claire came to see her at home and made sure she was fine, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't know how scared I was when I found out that there was such a serious car accident on William Street, but when I called, Crowe Ji An told me that you are fine, I wanted to see you this morning, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest."

Su Wanwan has almost recovered, she is not a real little girl after all.

Well, in the United States, she is not too young, she is old enough to live independently, but her parents treat her a little more dotingly than other parents.

"I'm fine, thank you. In fact, I didn't see the bloody scene. I just covered my head and took me away for half a street." Su Wanwan patted her chest happily and sat on the chair shaking her feet. , "Fortunately I didn't watch it, otherwise I would definitely not be able to sleep or eat. I just feel very uncomfortable now, thinking of so many people suddenly dying"

Su Wanwan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, silent.

Claire hugged her, and Su Wanwan smiled back.Things had already happened, and it was already a miracle that she was lucky enough to live. Su Wanwan also knew that she should not indulge in such heavy emotions too much.

The two chatted casually for a while. Claire looked at her and saw that she was really not too uneasy, so she smiled and became a little more curious about what happened yesterday: "Was it the police who took you away from the scene?"

"No, it's a boy with a nice voice." Speaking of this, Su Wanwan pursed her lips and gave a shy smile.My friend for four years, Claire knew something was going on at a glance, and immediately became interested, leaning forward and curiously asking: "Why, do you know each other?"

Su Wanwan shook her head, feeling a little regretful: "No, it's just that I was a little seduced by masculinity just now and wanted to have a relationship, but now."

Shrugged, and gave Claire an unspoken look.

This kind of thing happened, not to mention that it is difficult to meet people in the vast sea of ​​people, even if they meet and get to know each other, it is still hard for Su Wanwan to imagine developing any relationship with the other party.

The first meeting was full of blood and blood, and it really didn't match the beautiful first love she imagined.

In the evening, after washing and drying the big and long black cloak, she hung it in her closet. Su Wanwan took a step back, looked at the hooded cloak that went against her light-colored clothes, and thought: Forget it. Yes, a lucky moment, a beautiful heartbeat, can be regarded as a good memory worth remembering.

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The wardrobe door was closed, and the rich and pure black men's cloak seemed to blend into the darkness, quietly occupying a corner of the girl's wardrobe.