The people who hired me are dead

The police car was parked on Chester Avenue, and an Asian policeman walked out of the convenience store on the side of the road, holding a bulging fast food bag in his arms.

"Officer Sidney, your croissant and ham sandwich." The Asian policeman pretended to knock on the car window and teased, "Would you like to give me some tips?"

"Elementary schoolchildren only eat peanut butter sandwiches, and I don't tip elementary schoolchildren." The older fat policeman took the sandwich and opened the car door.

The music in the car radio paused and turned into an elegant female voice, "Now there is an important news. A Boeing 737-800 airliner of Alaska Airlines crashed at 21:33 today.According to news released by Alaska Airlines, the crashed passenger plane carried 138 passengers and 8 crew members, and 6 passengers did not board the plane.According to local media, no one on board survived. '

Police officer Sidney tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, turned his head and said to his colleagues, "Yun, it sounds like a disaster. It reminds me of the explosion of a tourist bus three years ago."

He patted his big belly and sighed, "How do you say that, you never know who will come first, death or tomorrow."

"Cloud?" Sidney waited for a long time but did not hear an answer, so he spoke again.

Sidney turned his head and looked over, and saw his colleague who always had a bright smile on weekdays.At this time, his face was livid, and he was still holding the half-eaten sandwich in his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Sidney waved his hand, his colleague ignored him, and he raised his voice and called "Yun Xinzhuo!"

"What's wrong?" Yun Xinzhuo was stunned, and asked back.

"You look terrible." Sidney asked worriedly as he handed him a pack of tissues. "You look like you ate a fly. Wipe your peanut butter."

"It's nothing." Yun Xinzhuo wiped his hands casually, and said to Sidney quickly, "I have something to do, please ask me for leave, I have to go back first."

"Yun? What's wrong with you, Yun." Sidney asked doubtfully, grabbing Yun Xinzhuo's arm.

"My lover's sister is also on that plane, and I'm going back to see my lover."

In the room on the fourth floor of the ordinary apartment on Second Avenue, the young woman became anxious after hearing the news.

"Liv, go change your clothes, hurry up." The woman pulled up the little girl who was playing with puzzles and said nervously, "Don't wear skirts, don't wear stockings, I'll braid your hair for you later, and take off the necklace."

Little Liv, who was only three years old, nodded obediently and ran back to her room.

There was a knock on the door, and the woman hurried over to open the door, and hugged the man in police uniform.

"Are you okay, Lilian." Yun Xinzhuo held the woman to look up and down, reached out and took off her earrings and rings and put them aside. "Get ready, we're leaving tonight."

Lilian said with a pale face, "Didn't the matter end three years ago?"

"I don't know." Yun Xinzhuo said to Lilian while stuffing the essentials in his backpack, "Anyway, I'll send you to the safe house. I reinforced it last month, and it can still be used."

Lilian put on her sneakers and cut off her long hair with scissors in front of the mirror.

"It's not safe here, we don't have much time." Yun Xinzhuo carried the luggage bag, looked around, and walked out of the room first.Lilian quickly hugged Liv, who had just dressed, and followed behind him.

A gust of wind blew past the notice board next to it, making a rattling sound.

Like a frightened bird, Lilian jumped aside and hid behind Yun Xinzhuo, looking nervously at the wobbly sign.

"Don't be afraid of Lilian, I'm here." Yun Xinzhuo put his arms around the trembling woman and walked towards a jeep on the side of the road.

"Will Liv be a target too?" Lilian asked.

Yun Xinzhuo didn't answer, and the car was quiet.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, and dense raindrops hit the windshield.With the sound of thunder, the jeep, which was driving smoothly just now, suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

"Are you okay, Yun." Lilian leaned out in the back seat and said worriedly, "It's starting to thunder, I'll drive."

Yun Xinzhuo panted with his head down. After a while, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, restarted the jeep, and said to Lilian in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, let me drive. You take care of Liv."

The Jeep skirted the street under construction and around potentially subsiding ground.Drive on a wide and straight road and drive towards a place far away from the urban area.

Yun Xinzhuo's nerves were tense, and Lilian didn't dare to disturb him.She hugged Liv and kept looking back at the car.

"Yun, the street lamp." Lilian looked at the flickering street lamp behind her, and said softly, "The street lamp on this road seems to be broken."

"So many broken at once?" Before Yun Xinzhuo finished his sentence, all the street lights on both sides suddenly went out.

The night instantly enveloped the jeeps on the road, and the endless rainstorm seemed to never stop.

"A car is coming." Yun Xinzhuo slowed down the car, heard the voice not far away, and said vigilantly, "Lilian, fasten your seat belt and hug Liv."

Beads of sweat rolled down Yun Xinzhuo's cheeks, and he held the steering wheel tightly, not daring to relax a bit.

A black figure appeared directly in front, and accompanied by the piercing sound of car horns, a truck loaded with timber rushed towards the jeep.

The speed of the truck was very fast, Yun Xinzhuo turned the steering wheel violently, and the jeep and truck passed by.Before Lilian could breathe a sigh of relief, the jeep roared and rushed forward quickly.

"Hold on tight." Yun Xinzhuo said solemnly.

Little Liv, who was sitting in Lilian's arms, looked behind the car curiously, and said crisply, "Mom, Wood is chasing us."

Lilian turned her head and saw the logs on the truck roll down and hit the jeep before it could go far.

The jeep made a loud noise, and the reflection of the black wood in Lilian's pupils continued to expand.With trembling lips, she urged, "Hurry up, Yun, hurry up..."

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"Because I dreamed of death, you took your students out of the plane that was about to take off?" Al stood outside the interrogation room with her arms folded, looking at the middle-aged man sitting alone in a chair, she frowned and said, "He is very nervous, normal At this time, a person should be living after a catastrophe, why is he so nervous as if his life would be in danger at any time."

"He threatened his students that if they didn't get off the plane with him, he would disqualify them from the chemistry competition." Reed said hesitantly. Years of teaching experience. He must know that speaking out like this will have a serious negative impact on his career."

"Just because of a dream?" Al mused. "The plane didn't find any faults before it took off, but it just disintegrated in mid-air. There are too many suspicious things about this matter."

"Actually, this is not the first time Derrick has encountered such a thing. He was also one of the survivors of the tourist bus bombing in Tennessee three years ago. 49 people died in that accident." Reid examined his expression Derrick, who was getting paler and paler, said suspiciously, "I have read the report submitted by the local police station. That time Derrick and five other people got out of the car forcibly and left when the bus was about to leave. Immediately after the bus It exploded on the way, and no one in the car was spared."

"Don't tell me, the reason that time was also because he had a dream." Al said in surprise.

"It was related to the dream, but it wasn't Derrick who was leading the charge at the time, it was a newlywed couple, Lillian Lake and Leonard Carey. Lillian claimed that she dreamed that the bus exploded and everyone died in the passenger car. Reid recalled the materials he had read and said to Al, "Although I don't know how to explain this situation scientifically, there were indeed cases of prophetic dreams before."

"I think he needs a tranquilizer." Al looked at Derrick who was taking deep breaths in the interrogation room, and said worriedly, "I'll get him some hot coffee. He needs psychological counseling."

Reid hesitated for a moment, walked into the interrogation room with the folder in his arms, and sat in front of Derrick.

As if frightened, Derrick trembled a little, his eyes fixed on Reid's back.

Reid looked back in confusion, but there was nothing behind him.

"You're very nervous, what are you afraid of?" Reid raised his brows, and said tentatively, "No one can break in here and kill you, it's safe here."

"I don't know what I should be afraid of." Derrick covered his head and said in a horrified voice, "When I fell down, my head hit a nail. The glass door of the bank suddenly fell down and my neck was cut by the glass. When I was cooking, my head was hit by a nail." The pressure cooker exploded to death. Everything should have ended three years ago, and I have survived, why did you find me again!"

"What do you know about the relationship between the disintegration of the plane and what happened three years ago?" Reid observed Derrick's expression while talking. "You had a prophetic dream, when did it start?"

"I didn't foresee death." Derrick looked at Reid desperately, his close-fitting designer suit was messed up by him, "How could I predict, sir, it was death that came to me. I'm about to die, you Understand, but I can't do anything."

He opened his mouth wide, grabbed his clothes tightly, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I know I will die a terrible death..." Derrick murmured, "But I beg you, sir, protect my students, they are also on the death list."

At this time Gordon and Hu Qi walked in from the outside, and Gordon nodded to Rhett who was interrogating.He walked over and said with a sullen expression, "I just received a notification from the police that one of your students, Michelle Joshua, fell down the stairs and died after leaving the police station."

Derrick, who had been muttering all the time, stared at Gordon with wide eyes, as if he was pinched by the neck, his eyes were full of horror.

After a while, Derrick took a deep breath and said, "Go to Yun Xinzhuo, he was the one who protected me and Lilian three years ago."

Gordon looked at Rhett who was on the side, and Rhett pursed his lips and said, "Chinese-American, one of the survivors of the explosion of the Tennessee tourist bus, is now a patrol officer of this police station."