Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

No one could see clearly how far Chen Zhao threw the bomb. They looked for a long time and couldn't find it.

In fact, Chen Zhao had already tightened the bomb in the space ring. In fact, Chen Zhao could have done this a long time ago.

However, after the time bomb was discovered, Chen Zhao has been looking for opportunities to tighten the bomb into the space ring.

It's just that it's not convenient to do this in full view of the public.

"We succeeded!?"

"It worked, we survived!"

"We saved an entire plane of people."

Everyone was very excited, but Chen Zhao silently returned to his seat.

Margaret glanced at Chen Zhao: "You are not excited at all. You just saved the entire plane."

Chen Zhao shrugged: "I didn't do anything."

Margaret glanced at Chen Zhao, and then at the few people who joined hands to open the door. They were all celebrating wildly there, even enjoying the cheers of other passengers.

Chen Zhao's reaction was obviously not in line with ordinary people, which made Margaret even more sure that there was something wrong with Chen Zhao.

Forget it, I don’t know him, so it’s better to stay away from him.

At this time, a flight attendant came over with a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, the captain asked me to give this to you, in order to thank you for your contribution to this flight and all the passengers."

"Thank you." Chen Zhao took the red wine: "By the way, have you figured out the identity of the robber just now? How did he get the bomb on the plane?"

"He refused to speak, and we are just flight attendants, not police. It is impossible to interrogate him. We can only temporarily lock him in the bathroom. We also want to know your questions."

"Okay." Chen Zhao didn't bother to ask.

He was about to land anyway, and it didn't make any difference to him whether he knew the answer or not.

When Chen Zhao led the two children off the plane, Chen Zhao saw the robber being carried off the plane.

There was a gash in his neck and it looked like he was going to die.

That wound should have occurred when he committed suicide by breaking the glass while being locked in the bathroom.

The three pilots also saw the robber and whispered.

"The words of the God of Death came true. In thirty minutes, I really died."

"Okay, okay, at least we weren't buried with him."

"hello……"

Chen Zhao saw Margaret and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, goodbye." Margaret left in a hurry.

She didn't want to communicate with Chen Zhao at all, unless she was in the hospital.

"Brother, she seems to be afraid of you."

Chen Zhao rubbed his nose. What do I have to be afraid of?

At this time, Hill Nandez found Chen Zhao and took the initiative to say hello.

"Mr. Chen, the airport has arranged a new flight to take off in two hours." Hill Nandez said.

"Huh? I rented a car and plan to drive there."

Anyway, it's only a few hundred kilometers away. If we take a plane, it won't be much faster than driving.

Moreover, Chen Zhao hates flying. Every time he flies, he feels bad.

Especially this time, we encountered such a dangerous situation.

"Really? Let's go together. Each of us will pay half the fare."

well--

Originally, he wanted to get rid of Hill Nandez, but he didn't know it yet and insisted on sticking up.

Now that we have talked about this, what else can we do, we can only hit the road together.

The distance between Washington and New York is nearly 400 kilometers, and it can usually be reached in three and a half hours by car.

Moreover, the car culture in the United States is developed, and car rental companies are spread throughout the country.

You can rent a car wherever you go, which is very convenient.

"Mr. Chen, is it necessary to rent such a big car?"

Chen Zhao also wanted to build a smaller car, but Lao Hei wanted a seat.

"We have so much luggage that if it were just a small car, we wouldn't be able to fit it in."

"Yes, Mr. Chen is more thoughtful."

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes, that's why he couldn't chat with Hill Nandez.

Who can stand this kind of tone all the time?

"Mr. Chen, don't you want to sit in the front row?"

He was unable to chat with Chen Zhao on the plane, but he was very much looking forward to having an academic discussion with Chen Zhao in the car.

"Mr. Hill, don't you think we should discuss this at the seminar?"

"Oh? Mr. Chen has already planned to speak at the seminar?"

"It depends on the progress of my preparations." Chen Zhao said perfunctorily.

Chen Zhao came on a trip entirely at public expense. Who spoke to you?

Although he admired Hill Nandez's dedication to medical skills and medicine, he was too annoyed.

The car was driving on the highway, and in the distance a red-haired woman carrying a huge backpack was waving her hands, hoping to catch a ride.

The United States has a very unique road culture, and many travelers will hitchhike on the roadside.

Of course, this also brings with it some road crime.

However, Hill Nandez still stopped the car: "Hi, Miss, are you going somewhere?"

"New York."

"Come up."

Hill Nandez opened the front door, and Chen Zhao covered his forehead. The parking space in front should be reserved for Lao Hei.

This dark red hair is easy to impress.

"Hello, I'm Charlotte Jabas."

"Hello, Hill Nandez. Behind me are my colleague Chenzhao and his two sisters."

Charlotte turned around and shook hands with Chen Zhao: "Death is lingering on your body. If you are not a dying person, then you are working with death."

Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment and looked at Charlotte in surprise: "Miss Charlotte, what do you do?"

"Soothsayer, what about you?"

"Mr. Chen is a doctor and a professor at the University of Los Angeles School of Medicine..." Hill Nandez replied on behalf of Chen Zhao: "Can you help us with divination?"

"Your strong curiosity has made you as wise as you are today. You are a scholar and you are pursuing a more perfect career." Charlotte glanced at Hill Nandez and said.

"Help me take a look too." Yura suddenly became interested.

"You are full of energy, you look like you have just recovered from a serious illness." Charlotte said.

"What about me?" Cheryl looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at Cheryl: "Your eyes are full of wildness, little girl, you are very special."

This fortune teller seemed a little special, and Chen Zhao couldn't help but look at Charlotte a few more times.

"What about me?" Chen Zhao also wanted to know from Charlotte what kind of person he would be.

"Mr. Chen, haven't I already said that death is lingering in your body. If you are not a dying person, then you are working with death." Charlotte said meaningfully: "You and I are the same kind."

Chen Zhao shrugged: "Do diviners always use such ambiguous words to excuse other people's questions?"

"Haha...you exposed me." Charlotte laughed loudly.