The Midnight Owl

Business class.

When the person who discovered the bomb first screamed, Wu Sheng rushed all the way from the first class to the economy class. Although he passed the business class, he didn't even look at it.The second detective after this division of labor is the first time in the real sense to enter the business class.

What a scene of prosperity.

With the sunshade fully open, the entire cabin is as bright as an office area surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass.Not to mention Jinxin, there are a total of 15 passengers here, all of them are busy in their seats, or typing on notebooks, or holding IPADs, or concentrating seriously, or murmuring and meditating, hasty keyboard tapping and only fellow travelers The sparks of inspiration that can only be seen exploding from time to time in the mid-air of the cabin are intertwined into a pragmatic, efficient, and thriving large-scale struggle scene.

Standing at the door of the business class, Wu Sheng had a feeling—who can get his notebook?He wants to work too!

Fortunately, student Wu is still a person who can distinguish between priorities and wants to return to his thoughts, but after taking a few deep breaths, he still struggles to suppress his enthusiasm for his career and move forward.

The aisle of the business class is more spacious, and it is easier to walk than the economy class. There are four seats in each row, arranged in pairs.No one noticed that there was an "outsider" here, and everyone was still busy with no distractions.

According to Kuang Jinxin, the people here are all named in order, starting from Zheng Qi and Feng Jiu, Chen Yiling, Chu Yiyi, Wei Yier... all the way to He Eryi, Lu Erer, The only number eight skipped was occupied by himself.

This is very similar to what Xu Wang reacted to—before the bomb crisis, he talked to five people, whose names were Yin Yilingling, Mu Jiuba, He Jiuqi, Huang Jiuliu, Ping Jiuwu, and the skipping nine people. Nine is his own seat.

If there is no accident, Wu Sheng believes that the names of those passengers who have not communicated with each other should also follow the format of the serial number of the surname. order.

Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng, Feng Chen, Chu Wei, Jiang Chen, Han Yang... until he and Mu Xiaoyin happened to be the top [-] family names.When Wu Sheng was in high school, he memorized it for fun, and he still remembers it clearly.

He once suspected that the password was related to the passenger's name, but judging by the current posture, even if it was related, each person is wearing an Arabic numeral between 1 and 100. It is impossible to think of the connection out of thin air. You have to follow the cheat sheet - keep your mouth open.

Time was limited, so Wu Sheng adopted the strategy of "one-to-many" and "chat by row". As a result, as soon as he chatted with the first row, he understood why Kuang Jinxin chatted all over the business class, but he still didn't get any feedback. valid information.

"Are you Xiao Kuang's friend?"

"That kid is so likable and knows a lot!"

"Yes, after listening to him, I feel like drinking tea."

After exchanging names, we began to talk about tea——Student Kuang is not "chatting" with people, it is clearly a one-sided "preaching"!

But it's not without any benefits, at least the three ladies in this row became "sister fans", which saved Wu Sheng a lot of trouble.

While chatting with each other, Wu Sheng was also carefully observing the three people in the first row.

Sitting by the window was Zheng Qi, dressed casually, with a document open in his notebook, as if he was writing an article.

The empty seat next to her belongs to Kuang Jinxin.

Facing the aisle here was Feng Jiu, and on the illuminated iPad was a bunch of analysis data in bar charts and pie charts.

Chen Yiling, who was next to her by the window, took a stylus and corrected the doodles on the Surface.

Writer, marketer, teacher.

Wu Sheng had a clear judgment on the occupations of the three of them almost instantly.

Occupation will not clear them of suspicion, but it will allow "inquiry" to have a more targeted direction.Wu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth, this is a small gesture when he is proud or confident, usually, it means that he has everything under control.

Ask a triple hit!

"I wanted to be a writer since I was a child, but unfortunately, I gave up literature and went for reason. Can you talk to me about the articles you wrote?"

"Coincidentally, I am in the market now, and we are colleagues."

"Being a teacher is hard work, what do you teach?"

What does it mean to be efficient? What others can do in 3 minutes can be done in three lines in parallel, and the compression can be done in less than 1 minute. This is strength!

The continuous questioning did not arouse the boredom of the three ladies, on the contrary, they happily gave the answer——

Zheng Qi: "I'm not a writer, I'm an experiencer. This is the 'first experience of heaven' I wrote."

Feng Jiu: "I'm in finance, you're in marketing, where are your peers?"

Chen Yiling: "This is my son's composition. The school asks parents to read and correct it first..."

As the saying goes, if you take too many strides, it is easy to tear your eggs.

Wu, who perfectly avoided all the correct answers, retracted the three lines resentfully, sat in Kuang Jinxin's seat and waited for half a minute, patted his face lightly, and looked up again. He was a wise young man again.

"Experiencer? I've never heard of it." He spoke for the second time, his tone as natural as if it was someone else who was slapped in the face earlier.

"Actually, it should be called 'first-time experience teacher'," Zheng Qi smiled at him, "I only record the feeling of doing something for the first time. The first time I went to the sky, the first time I went to the sea, the first time I took a train, the first time I rode a bike. Moto, eating king crab for the first time, drinking mojito for the first time, falling in love for the first time, kissing for the first time, getting on for the first time..."

"OK!" Wu Sheng interrupted in time, as a single male student, it was already very sad to be thrown into such a level for no reason, and he didn't want to be stuffed with dog food by NPC, "So this is your first time flying? "

"Well, I was a little scared before. Although I always said that the plane is the safest means of transportation, but if something happens, then there is absolutely no way to escape."

"But you're still here."

"Since you are an experiencer, you must always have a little professional ethics. I hope to give some beneficial experience to friends who are afraid of flying like me."

Zheng Qi's expression and attitude were very natural when he spoke, at least Wu Sheng couldn't find any flaws.

He was sitting at Kuang Jinxin's position, even if he was Zheng Qi's deskmate, he could see the words in Zheng Qi's notebook when he glanced sideways.

【...Different from what I imagined, if I close my eyes, I won't have the real feeling of flying in the sky.Before the flight I was terrified of a "thrill" and after the flight I suddenly felt that it would be nice if something happened.For friends who really want to experience the feeling of flying, including myself, perhaps]

The cursor flickered behind the word "maybe". Wu Sheng couldn't guess what Zheng Qi wanted to type.

But the phrase "it would be nice if something happened" is too dubious.

Time passed by, and this was the first person in the business class. It took him too long. Thinking of this, Wu Sheng simply raised his hand and tapped the cursor position, and asked straightforwardly: "Maybe what?"

There was unabashed suspicion in his voice.

It would be even better if Zheng Qi became angry because of this and had a complete showdown.

However, contrary to his expectations, Zheng Qi was not only not angry, but instead beamed with joy, her eyes filled with excitement of "I'm just waiting for you to ask me", and the overflowing joyful light reflected her entire face brilliantly.

"Dangdangdangdang——" She took out a big bag from under the seat with her own accompaniment, held it in front of Wu Sheng like a treasure, and asked impatiently, "What do you think it is?"

"Putting...parachute?" Wu Sheng used to play this when he was in the United States, but who would parachute on an airliner in flight?With the current altitude and air pressure, even the hatch cannot be opened!

He was in a daze on this side, while Zheng Qi had already rang the call bell on the other side.

The stewardess came over quickly and smiled kindly: "Hi, what help do you need?"

Zheng Qi had already put the umbrella bag on his back, and said solemnly: "Please open the window, I want to skydive."

The stewardess blinked blankly, it seemed that this was the first time she heard such a request in her life.

Wu Sheng finally came to his senses and tried his best to smile: "Stop joking..."

Zheng Qi tilted his head and frowned at him: "I'm not kidding, I said that I am an experiencer, and I want to devote my limited life to infinite experience. I have already experienced flying, and now I want to fly."

Wu Sheng: "..."

Xu Wang, Lao Qian, Xiao Kuang, do you have any good suggestions for dealing with psychosis?Urgent, wait online!

"Cut, forget it, I'll do it myself." Zheng Qi bent down and dug under the seat again, and after a while, there was a radio drill in his hand.

Wu Sheng was dumbfounded, is there a portable space under this seat! ! !

"Have you ever heard of chiseling a wall?" Zheng Qi, who was holding an electric drill, suddenly turned his head and asked.

Wu Sheng reflexively said: "To dig a wall for light?"

Zheng Qi smiled: "Chisel the wall and break the window."

[If you find that something is wrong, quickly end the conversation, don't miss it——]

Once there was a sincere reminder resounding in his ears, he didn't know how to cherish it! ! !

"Zzzz—"

The drill bit is in close contact with the machine window, making a "passionate" sound.

Wu Sheng grabbed the opponent's wrist, regardless of whether he was a gentleman or not, he grabbed the electric drill forcefully, turned it off, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Zheng Qi was dissatisfied, and just about to speak, Wu Sheng was one step ahead of her: "Your sense of experience is not comprehensive at all!"

Hearing this, she was stunned, and instead of grabbing the electric drill, she choked back: "Why do you say that!"

You can insult my character, but you can't insult my works—all aspiring young people have this problem. Wu Sheng doesn't need to know Zheng Qi, just know himself.

"You only have perceptual experience, but no theoretical support." Wu Sheng handed the electric drill to the stewardess, told her to take it to a safe place, and then continued, "You said that the flight experience of the plane is not good, so what is wrong? Inside the cabin The air pressure, temperature, meals, and the physical and psychological impact of the confined space are all related to the final flight experience, do you have any of these?"

Zheng Qi: "I..."

Wu Sheng: "How high is the plane flying now? 1 to 101.325 meters. If you parachute from this height, you will become an ice corpse. What is the current air pressure in the cabin? One standard atmospheric pressure is 2000 kilopascals, which is equivalent to For the air pressure at an altitude of about [-] meters, you can use the formula to calculate it yourself, and I want to remind you again that my joint signature must be added to the signature of your experience.”

Zheng Qi: "You..."

Wu Sheng: "Remember, everyone has sensibility. Anyone who writes a few sentences can call it 'experience'. If you want to stand out, solid data support is your core competitiveness." He patted her on the shoulder, "Write it , Call me when you finish writing, and let’s study the matter of cutting walls and breaking windows.”

Zheng Qi shut his mouth and made no further arguments.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, she was completely enlightened, quickly took off the umbrella bag, and plunged into the notebook to write quickly.

Wu Sheng let out a long sigh of relief. At critical moments, knowledge is still needed.

"Little Kuang is cute, you are smart." There was a soft teasing from the other side of the aisle.

Wu Sheng turned his head and looked over, it was Feng Jiu.

Send off Zheng Experience, and come to Accountant Feng again.

She was dressed in a professional dress, chic and capable, with light makeup, good features, and her hair was simply pulled up, and she was not messed up by the opportunity.

"She's going to chisel glass. If I'm not smart enough, I'll die." Wu Sheng didn't make any fuss, and spoke simply and directly.He finally found out that this group of passengers didn't play their cards according to the routine at all, and even someone next to him was going to skydive, and this one was still watching the fun. He wanted to be polite according to social etiquette, and he would die unjustly if he wasn't exhausted.

"It's not her." Feng Jiu murmured suddenly.

Wu Sheng thought he heard it wrong, so he asked again: "What did you say?"

Feng Jiu smiled, complete and clear this time: "I said it wasn't her who planted the bomb."

Wu Sheng's nerves tensed for a moment: "Do you know who it is?"

Feng Jiu shook his head again, picked up the goblet next to the iPad, and took a sip.

"I don't know," she said, "but I don't think it was her."

Wu Sheng frowned: "What do you think?"

"Yes, I think," Feng Jiu smiled coquettishly at him, "You have to trust a woman's intuition."

Wu Sheng: "..."

He doubts the whole world now =_=

"By the way, how old do you think I am?" Feng Jiu suddenly asked irrelevantly.

Wu Sheng was puzzled, looked at her for a while, and said honestly, "37, eight."

Feng Jiu's smile widened, and the red liquid in the goblet shook slightly with her smile.

"Your mouth is so sweet," she said with an unfinished smile, her voice was very low and soft, and she even turned her whole body to Wu Sheng's direction, as if what she was going to say next was a big secret, "I am six Ten."

Fortunately, across the aisle.

Wu Sheng didn't move, but swallowed hard.

"Want to know how I take care of it?"

"No, thank you."

Not only women have intuition, but also men.

For example, now, my intuition tells Wu Sheng—please stop this dangerous topic!

Feng Jiu pouted unhappily, sat upright again, and continued tasting wine—if the bright red liquid in that glass was really wine.

Wu Sheng passed her and looked at Chen Yiling.

This parent is still concentrating on correcting the composition of the child, he can be called the cutest person in this row.

For the next 3 minutes, Wu Sheng tried his best to let himself look at his upper body slowly, he kept moving his feet, he spoke as fast as lightning, and passed the business class all over at lightning speed——

Chu Yiyi: "Do you want to hear me sing an opera?"

Wu Sheng: "Not at all!"

Wei Yier: "Why do you carry a test tube with you? I am a chemistry teacher. Some students asked me if I could do a high-concentration harmless gas generation test in an airtight cabin, and would it affect the distribution and consumption of oxygen in the cabin? It’s not enough to just give a conclusion, as a teacher, you must come up with a scientific experimental process..."

Wu Sheng: "The test tube is confiscated, just sit quietly!"

Jiang Yisan: "Hush, keep your voice down, or my wife will find out that I got on the plane too."

Wu Sheng: "Why did you hide it from her?"

Jiang Yisan: "I don't want to change the composition for my son."

Wu Sheng: "..."

Jiang Yisan: "You're right, my wife is Chen Yiling, in fact we..."

Wu Sheng: "I didn't say anything, thank you."

Shen Yisi: "Uncle, did the bomb really go off... I'm so scared..."

Wu Sheng: "Really, the captain has already broadcast, don't you trust uncle, don't you trust the captain?"

Shen Yisi: "Yes, I believe it! Uncle, I want to eat candy."

Wu Sheng: "Uh, uncle didn't..."

Shen Yisi: "Wooooooooow——"

Wu Sheng: "..."

After finally getting a mint candy from the flight attendant to calm the bear, Wu Sheng stood in the aisle, leaning against the side of the chair, physically and mentally exhausted.

He retracted his foreword.

That tall, handsome and thin Kuang Jinxin who was watching over, that Kuang Jinxin who was holding a small copy of paper in the business class but didn't ask anything, and that Kuang Jinxin who only cared about "talking about tea and Taoism" were not dull, but the true favorite of fate !

"Hey buddy." Someone behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

Wu Sheng didn't even have the strength to look back, so he waved his hand away: "Whether you are ten 56 ten 78, wait until I catch my breath."

The person behind did not leave, but leaned closer to him and whispered: "I know who the bomber is."

Wu Sheng took a breath, turned his head suddenly, and met a wry smile.

A young man of 27 or [-] years old, wearing a sweater, sweatpants, hands in pockets, sunny and handsome features, but the conceited brow, which is a bit of an eyesore.

"Xu Twenty." The other party held out his hand.

"Wu Sheng." He replied to me.

"I know." Xu Er shrugged, "I've heard your introduction several times just now."

Wu Sheng didn't exchange unnecessary greetings with him, and directly pulled him to the junction of business class and economy class, keeping both sides away a little, and then cut straight to the point: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Xu Er shrugged his shoulders, calmly saying, "Not only do I know who the bomber is, I also know that the bomb has not been disarmed at all. The broadcast just now was just a cover-up." Qing Yao, "Your trick is too childish. It may be possible to deceive others, but it is difficult to hide it from me."

Wu Sheng didn't say a word, just looked at him, always felt that he had seen this unbeaten appearance somewhere, and he often saw it, saw him frequently, and was very familiar.

"That kid," Xu Eruo suddenly lowered his voice, glanced at Shen Yisi who was happily eating mints not far away, and said every word with absolute certainty, "He is the bomber."

Wu Sheng: "...he is only six years old."

Xu Twenty: "Washington already cut down the cherry tree when he was his age."

Wu Sheng: "That story is false."

Xu Twenty-two: "Edison also used a mirror to help his mother perform appendicitis surgery smoothly."

Wu Sheng: "That story is also fabricated."

Xu Twenty: "Wang Luo Bin chanted geese when he was seven years old, and Cao Chong called elephants when he was five or six years old. Is this always true?"

Wu Sheng: "In order to convict a brat, are you planning to evacuate all prodigies from all over the world?"

Xu Er was speechless, stared at him dully for a long time, then gritted his teeth: "I don't have any direct evidence, but just because a six-year-old child flies by himself is suspicious enough!"

This time, Xu Twenty's argument finally gained some strength.

Wu Sheng glanced at Shen Yisi who had the head of Watermelon Taro, reason and emotion began to fight: "Is he really flying alone?"

"You just chatted with a few people, there is no his parents," Xu Er said, "If you don't believe me, you can talk to the rest of the people, and there must be no guardian for him." After saying this, Wu Sheng was still dubious , He simply said it all, "I have asked the flight attendant, and he boarded the plane alone. It's too suspicious. I already smell a crime."

Wu Sheng's mind is very clear, all the people who have asked, the words that have been said, one by one, every sentence, are clearly listed in his mind.But my heart was a little confused, and I couldn't decide whether to pay attention to reasoning in such a cruel direction.

If Shen Yisi is the murderer.

Damn, he wants to extract a password from a child? !

"Boom-"

"Plopping-"

"Crack-"

"Ahhhh-"

Unexpected movements came from the first-class cabin.

The first class and business class of this plane are not simply separated by curtains, but separated by a layer of plastic white sliding doors. The doors are closed, and it is impossible to see what is going on inside.

But those voices broke through the door panels and invaded the ears of every business class passenger.

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, the sound of people falling, the sound of some objects being overturned and broken, and the screams of women and men—even though Wu Sheng was standing at the junction of business class and economy class, far away from the first class There was a distance from the door, but I could still hear it clearly.

With a sound of "click--", the door was pulled open vigorously, and a tall figure came out at a high speed, quickly turned around and pulled the door shut, and then rushed towards Wu Sheng with big strides.

Wu Sheng watched Qian Ai rushing towards him in bewilderment. Apart from being puzzled, he was also very relieved. It was a kind of warmth and steadfastness of meeting a partner in no man's land.

Although I know that the first class is definitely not flat, but after all, there are few people, and from an absolute value point of view, there are few right and wrong, so Wu Sheng feels that he is still qualified to complain: "Old Qian, let me tell you, there are a bunch of gods here. , Now I am starting to doubt a preschool child, when I was divided into cabins, I should have chosen first class..."

While speaking, Qian Ai had already rushed to him and accepted all his bitterness, so he grabbed his partner's hands without hesitation: "Then I will change with you now."

Wu Sheng didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Qian Ai looked at him with piercing eyes: "Can you tame animals?"

Wu Sheng was even more confused: "Huh?"

"boom--"

The sliding door opened again, but this time it was not pulled open, but smashed.

A majestic and majestic lion leaped onto the back of the empty Kuang Jinxin seat, looked around the entire business class arrogantly, and finally let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests and threatened the grasslands!

Xu Erhui was the first to recover, screaming "What the hell—" he turned around and fled to the economy class.

After his reminder, the entire business class screamed, and the passengers jumped up and ran, and escaped cleanly in the blink of an eye!

The lion king didn't seem to care about them at all, and only looked at the remaining Wu Sheng and Qian Ai across the air. It was not appropriate to say that they were looking at each other, because the lion's eyes were half-closed, revealing the aura of looking down on the world.

Uh, if it doesn't have a "ke" around its neck, an "open" around its body, and an "ah" curled around its tail.

Wu Sheng: "Old Qian, I need an explanation."

Qian Ai: "Talk, talk, let's talk about it..."

Wu Sheng: "What about this look?"

Qian Ai: "Every word is a pearl."

Wu Sheng: "?"

Qian Ai: "Damn, get out, ah. My mental journey."

Wu Sheng: "Then you are calm."

Qian Ai: "The" life -saving ', "Don't find me'," It's not me to cheat ", 'Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"

Wu Sheng: "..."