Chapter 5 Explosion

"Don't worry, child, kind reminders are not sins, even if they're wrong. We won't curse others with malice, but we won't let kind people be punished for it." The fat old man with a white beard and white hair was sitting Bella spoke with relief.

The fat old man handed her a business card.

John Gray is a professor of history at Bard College in New York.

Bella doesn't have a business card, she can only introduce herself: "Isabella Swan, professor, you can call me Bella."

"Hello, Bella, I see that you are very uneasy. Are you worried about the government's censure? I know a few friends anyway, so don't be afraid."

At this time, Bella was indeed very guilty. After the urge to save people was over, all that was left was fear. She knew better than everyone what she was about to face. something against.

"You believe my...my gibberish?" she asked thoughtfully.

Many passengers are dubious, or rather believe that they have a mentality of not trusting or not, and support themselves with a clear-cut stand, and there are very few who are convinced.

The fat old man's eyes looked into the distance, and his expression was a little lonely.

"Are you a high school student, have you studied American history?"

Does America have history? Bella despises the so-called American history from the bottom of her heart, she only remembers the story of Washington, the vampire hunter Lincoln...

She didn't receive much memory from her predecessor at all, and she only traveled for three days after all the calculations! I don't have time to read books at all.

She didn't know what the history class on the American side was talking about, so she could only answer ambiguous: "I know some."

"Our history carries original sin, this land does not belong to us, this sky hates us. In 1821, in Idaho, the residents and gold prospectors of a small town died without wounds and without any warning, A full 500 people died all of a sudden, and there are many similar cases. The government thinks it is a vendetta organized by the Indians, but I think it is nature's revenge."

Bella felt that the fat old man's statement was very close to the truth. No one could tell what the death god in the movie was.

"I think..." Before she could finish her words, she saw a huge, eye-catching fireball burst out from the sky in the distance.

Two seconds later, the air wave caused by the violent explosion hit the glass of the waiting hall, and there was a "boom" sound, and several passengers standing in front of the window were directly knocked into the air. Blow all over the place.

The drizzle outside the window was swept into the waiting hall by the strong wind, and the bright ground was stained with a layer of mud. I wonder if it was an illusion, and Bella smelled a faint smell of blood.

The indoor temperature dropped by three or four degrees in an instant, but at this time no one had time to think about the glass and the ground. Everyone, including Bella, looked out the window blankly, watching the fireball burn violently in the air and fall to the ground. .

A few men threw away their so-called manners, covered their heads, and their faces were full of disbelief. The women put their arms around their children, trying to give their children some courage, but they themselves were too scared now.

"Oh! God!"

"Mom! I'm afraid!"

"Child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mom is here! Mom is here!"

The survivors in the waiting hall fell into inexplicable panic.

Some kissed the cross, some slumped on the seat in a daze, and some couples hugged each other and lamented that they had escaped.

The female teacher, who was still apologizing to the airport supervisor, hoped that she and her students could board the plane as usual suddenly turned pale. She was lucky, but more regretful. If she had another life, she would definitely stop everyone.

"Didn't you say the plane is okay?! You are murder! Do you understand murder! You stupid pig! You are all murderers!" The thin female teacher grabbed the airport supervisor's tie,

She had heard this guy swear before that there was nothing wrong with the plane, now what?

Is this what it looks like? How is she going to explain it to the families of the students who died?

The airport supervisor was also frightened. The one who said the plane was fine, patted his chest and assured that it was the captain! Has it been hung up now? ......

The law can't control the dead, and he should be unlucky when he is alive.

"I saw it! I saw the whole picture, everything was exactly as I remembered, the engine on the left side of the plane caught fire, and then the flames from the explosion rushed into the cabin, I saw you, you, and you, you all Dead! All dead!  …”

The thin male student has been emphasizing the picture he predicted. To be honest, Bella thinks that his ability is quite amazing, as if he has gone through a process, and then dials back the time of the individual, listening to him talk about it with nose and eyes It always felt very real, completely different from the omen of death Bella had experienced herself.

Her perception seems to be some kind of spiritual level, while the thin male student seems to be temporarily hanging up.

Since someone is willing to attract firepower, she will not jump out to highlight herself.

There were more than 100 people who died, many of whom were still vaguely visible in front of Bella's eyes. There were female students who mocked her for dressing up, and company executives who accused her of being insane. Now everything is gone...

At 9:25 in the morning, the plane took off, and then there was a big explosion. Although the airport sent a search and rescue team in the heavy rain, everyone expressed pessimism about the search and rescue results. In that case, the chances of surviving were very slim.

TWA has been under pressure from various aspects due to poor management, and now the flight 180 accident has given them another blow. Neither the failure of the machine nor the deflagration of fuel could prevent the airline, which was founded in 1925, from crashing. abyss.

The police, firefighters, the FBI, and various media reporters took turns, and they began to ask the survivors all kinds of questions.

Ask questions from religious beliefs to human rights, from political stances to supporting teams.

Among them, Bella, the thin male student Alex, the black-haired young man Sam and the brown-haired female student Claire are the focus of the questioning.

A middle-aged man wearing a long woolen coat showed his credentials to several people. He was a C1-level field supervisor in the FBI's Phoenix branch. He had a very cliché name, or a pseudonym. He introduced himself as his name. Henry.

The least suspect, the brown-haired female student, Claire Redfield, was the first to be questioned.

"Miss Redfield, I don't see any interaction between you and Miss Swan before, can you tell me why you support her point of view?"

"It was some very ominous premonition that I would die if I got on the plane, simple as that."

"Have a hunch? No more? Do you mind if I record it truthfully?"

"sure."