Interrogation room.

A large simple table, two chairs made of synthetic plastic, and a camera with flashing infrared light.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed, sparse-eyed inspector looked at my ID card, repeatedly comparing my face with the information on the card.

The interrogation was extremely boring.

I was the one who caused the accident, and of course I was the first person to be suspected.

I'm a man of my duty.

The only time he entered the police station in his life was many years ago, when he was caught by his mother because he was hot-headed and slipped over the wall into his lover's house.

I'm not good at dealing with people, and I'm not good at communicating with these rigid and serious police officers.

In their eyes, there are only two types of people: "guilty" and "innocent".

I'm obviously not the latter.

After a long day of interrogation, the detective left with a frown.

I was left alone in the lifeless interrogation room and began to think about the scene of the accident.

What's going on?

Angel seemed to know that there was something wrong with the suitcase......

However, it may also be that it is just because he has a more acute perception than ordinary people.

Now, the biggest headache is not the flight I missed, but the sudden incident that I myself feel at a loss.

...... who had the opportunity to put unknown dangerous goods in my suitcase

There are only two people.

But what is the purpose?

There are no people at the airport, even if it is a terrorist attack......

Not to mention that such a small explosion is really not lethal, and even if the target is really on the passengers on the flight, the method is too clumsy.

But......

My mind flashed through the airline's brochure and its slogan: Welcome to Paradise.

The target of the initiators is the city, right?

An airport accident with no casualties is not enough to attract the attention of the central government.

But if the accident happened in Jihe City, it would be a different story.

They send their best detectives to check on whether this is the malice of a dumb researcher or a provocation by an alien visitor to the authorities.

Until they get a satisfactory outcome, I'm afraid I'll be stuck in this cold detention facility.

Unexpectedly, I was released from the police station on bail that night.

The blonde officer took me through the formalities, and I was free.

It's incredible.

At the entrance of the police station, orange lights hit the gray ground, and the leaves of the plane trees on both sides shook and rustled with the wind.

I stopped and looked around.

It should be him, right?

Then he'll wait for me.

Sure enough, after a while, the smell of mint smoke came from its side.

I walked towards him, and my voice was no longer my own, "Take me home." ”

His cigarette was still in his mouth, his eyes as dark as the clouds of a typhoon, and in the orange light, reminiscent of the desertion beneath the noisy surface of the Jazz Age.

"Kang Rong, you know what this sentence means." He still had the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Take me back." My mind was so hazy that I couldn't tell if I was awake or in a dream.

Angel took off his cigarette and spat out a puff of mushroom-like eyes.

"That's what you said." His gaze was fixed on the plane tree beside me.

"If you don't want to, forget it." I put my hands in my pockets.

I walked down the steps, ready to find a random place to rest.

By dawn the next day, I'm going to go to Principal Conrad.

I can also ask him to contact Anke for me.

Everything will work out.

I walked a few blocks and there were low-rise residential homes nearby.

My guess is that this place should be quite far from the altar.

Because there are no zombie-like pedestrians on the road.

I stopped in confusion.

Where to go?