Business class.
When the person who first discovered the bomb screamed, Wu Sheng rushed all the way from the first class to the economy class. Although he passed through the business class, he didn't take a second look. The second exploration after this division of labor is the first time to enter the business class in the true sense.
What a prosperous sight this is.
The visor is fully open, and the entire cabin is translucent like an office area surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass. Not counting Kuang Jinxin, there are 15 passengers here, all of them are busy in their seats, typing on their notebooks, holding their iPads, or concentrating, or muttering to themselves and thinking hard. The sparks of inspiration that can only be seen in the mid-air of the cabin from time to time 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, classmate Wu is still a person who can distinguish between primary and secondary. After thinking about it, after taking two deep breaths, it is still difficult to suppress the enthusiasm for his career and move forward.
The aisle in business class is more spacious, and it is easier to walk than in economy class. There are four seats in each row, and they are arranged in two or two rows. No one noticed that there was an "outsider" here, and everyone who had nothing else to do was still busy.
According to Kuang Jinxin, the names of the people here are in order, starting with Zheng Qi and Feng Jiu, Chen Yiling, Chu Yiyi, Wei Yi2... all the way to He Eryi and Lu Erer, the only one. The skipped No. 8 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 Yi00, Mu Jiu8, He Jiuqi, Huang Jiuli, Ping Jiuwu, and Jiujiu who skipped , it is his own seat.
If nothing else, Wu Sheng believes that the names of those passengers who have not communicated with each other should also follow the format of the surname serial number. order.
Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang, Feng Chen Chu Wei, Jiang Chen Han Yang... and Mu Xiao Yin, who happened to be the top 100 surnames. When Wu Sheng was in high school, he recited it for fun, and I still remember it clearly.
He once suspected that the password was related to the passenger's name, but looking at the current situation, even if it is really related, everyone has an Arabic number between 1 and 100. It is impossible to figure out the connection out of thin air. You have to follow the cheat sheet - mouth Qin.
With limited time, Wu Sheng adopted the strategy of "one-to-many" and "chat by row". As a result, as soon as he spoke with the first row, he understood why Kuang Jin Xin had chatted all over the business class, but he still hadn't gotten any reply. valid information.
"Are you Xiao Kuang's friend?"
"That kid is so lovable and knows a lot!"
"Yes, after listening to him, I feel a little craving for tea."
After exchanging names, we began to talk about tea - how can classmate Kuang "chat" with people, it is clearly a one-sided "preaching"!
But it's not that there is no benefit at all. At least the three ladies in this row have become "sister fans", which saves a lot of trouble for Wu Sheng's "almost hard work".
While there was a "group chat", Wu Sheng was also carefully observing the three people in the first row.
Sitting by the window is Zheng Qi, dressed in casual clothes, with documents open in his notebook, as if he is writing an article.
The vacant seat next to her is for Kuang Jinxin.
Facing the aisle here is Feng Jiu, and on the lighted Ipad is a pile of analysis data of bar charts and pie charts.
Chen Yiling, who was by the window next to her, was marking and scribbling on the Surface with a stylus.
Writer, Marketing, Teacher.
Wu Sheng had a clear judgment on the occupations of the three people almost instantly.
Occupation will not make them clear from suspicion, but it can make the "inquiry" have a more targeted direction. Wu Sheng raised the corners of his mouth. This was a small gesture when he was proud or confident. Usually, it meant that he had everything under control.
Question triplet!
"I've wanted to be a writer since I was a child, but unfortunately, I gave up writing and followed the rationale. Can you talk to me about the articles you wrote?"
"It's a coincidence, I'm in the market now, and we're peers."
"Being a teacher is hard work, what do you teach?"
What is high efficiency, what others can do in three minutes can be done in parallel in three lines, compressed within one minute, this is strength!
The barrage of questions did not bother the three ladies, on the contrary, they happily answered—
Zheng Qi: "I'm not a writer, I'm an experiencer. This is the first time I wrote about the experience of heaven."
Feng Jiu: "I'm in finance, you are in the market, where are your peers?"
Chen Yiling: "This is my son's composition. The school asks parents to help me check and correct it..."
As the saying goes, if the steps are too large, it is easy to pull the eggs.
Wu, who perfectly avoided all the correct answers, retracted the three lines angrily, sat down in Kuang Jinxin's position for half a minute, patted his face lightly, and raised his head again, it was a wise young man again.
"Experiencer? I've never heard of it." He spoke for the second time, and his tone was as natural as someone else who was beaten in the face before.
"Actually, it should be called a 'first experiencer'," Zheng Qichong smiled, "I only record the feeling of doing something for the first time. The first time to go to the sky, the first time to go to the sea, the first time to ride the train, the first time to ride Motorcycle, 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, sex for the first time…”
"OK!" Wu Sheng interrupted in time, as a single male classmate, it was already very sad to be thrown into such a level for no reason, he didn't want to be stuffed with dog food by NPC, "So this is your first time to fly? "
"Well, I've always been a little scared before. Although it is always said that the plane is the safest means of transportation, but if you really want to get into trouble, you can't escape 100%."
"But you're still here."
"Since I have become an experience teacher, I always have a little work ethic. I hope to give some useful experience to friends who are afraid of flying like me."
Zheng Qi's expression and attitude are very natural when he speaks, at least Wu Sheng can't find any flaws.
He was sitting in the position of Kuang Jinxin. In fact, even if he was Zheng Qi's tablemate, he could see the text on Zheng Qi's notebook from one side.
[… Unlike what you imagined, if you close your eyes, you won’t feel like you’re flying in the sky. Before the flight, I was afraid of "thrilling", but 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, maybe]
The cursor flickered behind the word "perhaps". Wu Sheng couldn't guess what Zheng Qi wanted to type.
But the phrase "it'd be nice if something happened" was 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 bluntly, "Maybe what?"
There was unabashed suspicion in his voice.
It would be even better if Zheng Qi became angry because of this and completely showed up.
However, contrary to his expectations, Zheng Qi was not only not angry, but was overjoyed, with the excitement of "I'll be waiting for you to ask", and the radiant light of joy illuminated her whole face.
"Dangdangdang-" She took out a large bag from under the seat with her accompanying accompaniment, held it in front of Wu Sheng like a treasure, and couldn't wait to ask, "Guess what it is?"
"Parachute... parachute?" Wu Sheng played this when he was in the United States, but who would parachute on an airliner in flight? At the current altitude and air pressure, even the hatch can't be opened!
He was stunned here, and Zheng Qi had already rang the call bell over there.
The flight attendant came over quickly and smiled kindly: "Hello, what help do you need?"
Zheng Qi had already put his umbrella bag on his back, and said solemnly, "Please open the window, I want to skydive."
The flight attendant blinked blankly, looking like it was the first time in her life that she had heard such a request.
Wu Sheng finally reacted and tried his best to smile: "You stop joking..."
Zheng Qi tilted his head and looked at him with a frown: "I'm not kidding, I said that I am an experiencer, and I have to devote my limited life to infinite experience. I have already experienced it by plane, and now I want to fly."
Wu Sheng: "..."
Xu Wang, Lao Qian, Xiao Kuang, do you have any good advice for dealing with neurosis? Hurry, wait online!
"Cut, don't give it a go, I'll do it myself." Zheng Qi bent down and dig under the seat again. After a while, there was a cordless drill in his hand.
Wu Sheng was stunned, is there a carry-on space under this seat! ! !
"Have you heard of chiseling the wall?" Zheng Qi, who was holding an electric drill, suddenly turned his head and asked.
Wu Sheng conditioned reflex: "Cut the wall to borrow light?"
Zheng Qi smiled: "Cut the wall and break the window."
[Find the signs of something wrong and end the conversation quickly, don't be nostalgic—]
There was a sincere reminder that resounded in his ears, and he didn't know how to cherish it! ! !
"Zizzi-"
The drill bit was in close contact with the window of the machine, making a "passionate" sound.
Wu Sheng grabbed the opponent's wrist, and 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 faster than her: "Your sense of experience is not comprehensive at all!"
Hearing this, she was stunned, and she stopped grabbing the electric drill, and directly replied: "Why do you say that!"
You can insult my character, but you can't insult my works - aspiring young people have this problem, Wu Sheng doesn't need to know Zheng Qi, he just needs to know himself.
"You only have perceptual experience, but no theoretical support." Wu Sheng handed the electric drill to the flight attendant and asked her to receive a safe place. She turned around and continued, "You said that the flight experience of the plane is not good, so where is the problem? In the cabin The air pressure, temperature, meals, and the impact of confined spaces on human physiology and psychology will all be related to the final flight experience, do you have any of these?"
Zheng Qi: "I..."
Wu Sheng: "How high is the plane flying now? 7,000 to 12,000 kilometers. If you parachute from this height, you will become an ice corpse. What is the current air pressure in the cabin? A standard atmospheric pressure is 101.325 kPa, which is equivalent to At an altitude of about 2,000 meters above sea level, you can calculate the formula yourself, and I want to remind you that you have to add my co-signature to the signature of your experience.”
Zheng Qi: "You..."
Wu Sheng: "Remember, everyone has sensibility. Anyone who writes two sentences can be called 'experience'. If you want to stand out, strong data support is your core competitiveness." He patted her on the shoulder, "Write it. , call me when you write it, and let's study the matter of cutting walls and breaking windows."
Zheng Qi closed his mouth, no more arguments.
After looking at each other silently for a long time, she was completely enlightened, quickly unloaded the umbrella bag, and plunged into the notebook to write quickly.
Wu Sheng let out a long sigh of relief. At the critical moment, he had to rely on knowledge.
"Small situation is cute, you are smart." A soft joke came from across the aisle.
Wu Sheng turned his head and looked over, it was Feng Jiu.
Send Zheng Experience away and come to Feng Accounting again.
She is dressed in a professional dress, chic and capable, with light makeup, good facial features, and her hair is simply rolled up, and she is not messy because of the opportunity.
"She's going to chisel glass, and if I don't have a good time, my life will be gone." Wu Sheng stopped detours and spoke simply and directly. He found out that this group of passengers didn't play cards according to the routine at all. Even someone next to him was going to skydive, and this one was still watching the fun.
"It's not her." Feng Jiu murmured suddenly.
Wu Sheng thought he heard it wrong, and asked again: "What did you say?"
Feng Jiu smiled, this time complete and clear: "I said it wasn't her who set the bomb."
Wu Sheng's nerves tightened 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 she was the killer."
Wu Sheng frowned: "What do you think?"
"Yes, I think," Feng Jiuchong gave him a charming smile, "You have to trust a woman's intuition."
Wu Sheng: "..."
He now doubts the whole world =_=
"By the way, how old do you look at me?" Feng Jiu suddenly asked irrelevantly.
Wu Sheng was inexplicable, looked at her for a while, but was not polite, and said the truth: "Thirty-seven, eight."
Feng Jiu smiled wider, and the red liquid in the goblet swayed gently with her smile.
"Your mouth is so sweet," she said with an unending smile, her voice was very low and light, and even turned her whole body to Wu Sheng's side, as if the next thing was going to be a big secret, "My six ten."
Thankfully there is an aisle.
Wu Sheng didn't move, only swallowed hard.
"Want to know how I take care of it?"
"No, thank you."
Not only women have intuition, but men too.
For example, now, intuition tells Wu Sheng - please stop this dangerous topic!
Feng Jiu pouted unhappily, sat up again, and continued to taste the wine—if the bright red liquid in the glass was really wine.
Wu Sheng passed her and looked at Chen Yiling.
This parent is still concentrating on changing the composition for her child, and she is simply the cutest person in this row.
For the next three minutes, Wu Sheng tried his best to make himself look up at his upper body, his feet kept moving, his speech was as fast as lightning, and he passed the business class at a speed that could not cover his ears—
Chu Yiyi: "Do you want to hear me sing an opera?"
Wu Sheng: "No!"
Wei Yi Er: "Why do you carry a test tube with you? I am a chemistry teacher, and a student asked me if I could do a high-concentration harmless gas generation test in an airtight cabin, and whether it would affect the distribution and consumption of oxygen in the cabin, I think Just giving a conclusion is not enough, as a teacher, you must come up with the scientific experimental process..."
Wu Sheng: "The test tube is confiscated, you can sit down for me!"
Jiang Yisan: "Shh, keep your voice down, or my daughter-in-law will find me on the plane too."
Wu Sheng: "Why hide from her?"
Jiang Yisan: "I don't want to change my son's composition."
Wu Sheng: "..."
Jiang Yisan: "You're right, my daughter-in-law is Chen Yiling. Actually, we..."
Wu Sheng: "I didn't say anything, thank you."
Shen Yisi: "Uncle, did the bomb really defuse... I'm so scared woo woo woo..."
Wu Sheng: "Really, the captain has already broadcast. You don't believe in your uncle or the captain?"
Shen Yisi: "Well, I believe it! Uncle, I want to eat candy."
Wu Sheng: "Uh, uncle didn't..."
Shen Yisi: "Woo woo woo-"
Wu Sheng: "..."
Finally got a mint from the flight attendant's set to appease the bear child, Wu Sheng stood in the aisle, leaning against the side of the chair, physically and mentally exhausted.
He retracted his foreword.
The one who was guarding the tall, handsome, thin and white Kuang Jinxin, the one who was holding a cheat sheet in the business class but didn't ask anything, and the one who only cared about "talking about tea and Taoism", was not dull, but the darling of fate. !
"Hey, buddy." Someone tapped him on the shoulder behind him.
Wu Sheng didn't even have the strength to look back, so he waved his hand away: "Whether you are fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, wait for me to take a breath."
The person behind didn't leave, but leaned towards him and whispered, "I know who the bomber is."
Wu Sheng took a breath, turned back suddenly, and met a shy smile.
A twenty-seven- or eight-year-old youth, with a sweater, sweatpants, hands in his pockets, handsome and sunny facial features, is the conceit between his eyebrows, which is a bit annoying.
"Xu 20." The other party stretched out his hand.
"Wu Sheng." He replied to me.
"I know," Xu 20 shrugged, "I heard your introduction several times just now."
Wu Sheng didn't exchange any extraneous conversations with him, and directly dragged people to the junction of business class and economy class, keeping both sides away, and then straight to the point: "Do you know who the murderer is?"
Xu 20 shrugged his shoulders calmly: "Not only do I know who the bomber is, I also know that the bomb hasn't been lifted at all. The broadcast just now was just a trick." He saw that the corners of his mouth were slowly raised, and he stretched out a finger to left and right. Qing Yao, "Your tricks are too pedantic. It might be okay to deceive others, but it's hard to hide from me."
Wu Sheng didn't say a word, just stared at him, always feeling that he had seen this bad-looking appearance before, and it was often seen, frequent, and very familiar.
"That child," Xu 20 suddenly lowered his voice, glanced at Shen Yisi, who was happily eating mints not far away, and was extremely confident, "He is the bomber."
Wu Sheng: "...he's only six years old."
Xu 20: "Washington already cut down cherry trees when he was so old."
Wu Sheng: "That story is false."
Xu 20: "Edison also used the mirror to help his mother perform the appendicitis operation smoothly."
Wu Sheng: "That story is also fabricated."
Xu 20: "Luo Binwang chanted the goose at the age of seven, and Cao Chong called the elephant at the age of five or six. Is this always true?"
Wu Sheng: "In order to convict a bear child, are you planning to evacuate a prodigy from all over the world?"
Xu 20 was speechless, stared at him dully for a long time, and then gritted his teeth: "I don't have any direct evidence, but just relying on a six-year-old child to fly by himself, this is suspicious enough!"
This time, Xu 20's argument finally gained some strength.
Wu Sheng glanced at Shen Yisi, who was headed by Watermelon Taro, and reason and emotion began to battle: "Is he really flying alone?"
"You just talked to a few people, without his parents," Xu 20 said. "If you don't believe it, talk to the rest of the people, and there must be no guardian of him." After saying this, Wu Sheng was still dubious. , he simply said, "I have already asked the flight attendant, but he boarded the plane alone. It is too suspicious. I already smell the smell of crime."
Wu Sheng's mind is very clear, and all the people who have asked and said, one by one, sentence by sentence, are clearly listed in their minds. But my heart was a little confused, and I wasn't sure whether I was going to reason in such a brutal direction.
If Shen Yisi is a murderer.
Damn, is he going to force a password from a child? !
"Boom-"
"Boom-"
"Crack-"
"Ah-"
The sudden movement 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 you can't see what's going on inside.
But those voices burst through the door panels and hit 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 knocking over and shattering, as well as the screams of women and the shouts of men—even though Wu Sheng was standing at the junction of business class and economy class, a distance from the first class door. There was a distance, but I could still hear it clearly.
With a "click-" sound, the door was pulled open with great force, and a tall figure came out from the inside at a rapid pace, then quickly turned around and pulled the door suddenly, and then strode toward Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng looked at Qian Aichao rushing to himself in a puzzled way. In addition to his doubts, he was also very relieved.
Although I know that the first class is definitely not peaceful, but after all, there are few people, and from an absolute 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 lot of gods here. , and now I am beginning to suspect that a preschooler should choose first class when he was divided..."
While speaking, Qian Ai had already rushed to him and received all his suffering, so he grabbed his partner's hands without hesitation: "Then I will exchange with you now."
Wu Sheng didn't react for a while: "Huh?"
Qian Ai looked at him with bright eyes: "Do you know how to tame animals?"
Wu Sheng was even more confused: "Huh?"
"boom-"
The sliding door opened again, but this time it wasn't pulled open, it was smashed.
A mighty and majestic lion leaped on the back of the empty Kuang Jinxin seat, arrogantly looked around the entire business class, and finally let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests to deter the grasslands!
Xu 20 regained his senses first, screamed "what the hell—" and turned around and fled to the economy class.
After his reminder, the entire business class screamed in surprise, and the passengers jumped up and ran away, fleeing in the blink of an eye!
The Lion King didn't seem to care about them at all, and only looked at the rest of Wu Sheng and Qian Ai in the air, saying that it was inappropriate to look at each other, because the lion's eyes were half-squinted, showing the aura of looking down at the world.
Well, if it doesn't have a "lean" 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: "Talking, chatting, and talking about it..."
Wu Sheng: "What about this shape?"
Qian Ai: "Every word is a pearl."
Wu Sheng: "?"
Qian Ai: "Come on, get out of the way, ah. My mental journey."
Wu Sheng: "Then you can be considered calm."
Qian Ai: "The 'help', 'don't look for me', 'it's not me cheating on me', 'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wu Sheng: "..."