Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport

How could I forget?! Airports always had security checks. The murderer would be unable to bring any weapons in! When I realized that, my tense back relaxed a little. This meant that I would be temporarily safe if I did not leave the airport. I wanted to continue combing through the clues. However, regardless of how I racked my brains, I could not find any other clue. Frustrated, I stood up and went to the washroom. When I was washing my hands, through the mirror, I noticed something on the floor of the washroom cubicle. It was a pair of masculine, large feet. I met the person’s gaze. When I saw him, he did not avoid my gaze. Instead, he opened the door of the cubicle and held his hand over my mouth. He prepared to drag me into the cubicle. He was very strong, and he was very hairy. I almost fainted from his body odor. I kicked and tried to resist his attack. However, my eyes widened after he said something, and I stopped resisting. “Your younger brother is with me. Do

Upon seeing my silence, she seemed more anxious. She stared at me in despair. “Just admit that you did it, for me. Leave with the police and don’t drag us into this!” The policeman noticed that she seemed too agitated, so he dragged her out of the interrogation room. Even then, she was trying to convince me to give up. I felt a heavy weight in my chest. A thought formed in my head, but I did not want to believe it. I met my father after that. Unlike my mother, he was looking at me with a complicated gaze. Finally, but surely, he said, “I believe you won’t kill anyone. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t have to spend your birthday in jail.” From the moment we entered the airport, my birthday had only been six hours away. I did not have the usual habit of celebrating my birthday. The sudden accident had also caused me to forget about my birthday. However, I did not expect my father, who usually was not detail-oriented, to remember it.I looked at my father’s graying hair

“Your mother is such an evil woman! I’m going to make her pay tomorrow. I’m going to divorce her and find someone else who can give me a son.” I was expressionless. He wanted to make my mother pay? That was right. I wanted to make my father and husband pay for what they did. After all, they wanted to kill me. It was reasonable for me to defend myself. I started tearing up after I recalled my mother’s gaze when she left. My mother had indeed killed Joe, and she had the intention of blaming me. However, she had only done so to protect me. After I got home, I immediately went to read my mother’s diary. It finally broke the illusion that I had a loving family. Three years ago, my mother discovered that my father had had an affair and produced an illegitimate son. However, as a housewife, she did not confront my father. When my father’s illegitimate son was kidnapped after gambling and owing a huge sum of money, my father prepared to sell my mother and me overseas for money

The police said they were about to reach and asked me to buy more time. I suddenly had an idea. I said to the kidnappers, “You’re going to die soon, in less than an hour.” Looking at their puzzled expression, I continued to lie to them. “Don’t you want to know why I found out your plan?”It was indeed something the kidnappers wanted to ask. After all, they had a hostage. My father would not betray them. My husband was also blinded by money. That was why they were so confident. They felt nothing would go wrong, but I had proven them wrong at every turn. When they hesitated, I explained, “It’s because I can see everyone’s survival time on top of their heads. If you don’t run, none of you would live more than an hour. If you run now, you could still live for another fifty years.” I was bluffing about the years. The law would not let them off the hook. As they were hesitating, I stepped on my accelerator. The kidnapper flew away from the impact. I rushed toward the directi