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Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport
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During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.
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Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport Chapter 8
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
Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport Chapter 7
I got a year older. I was supposed to die in a plane crash. The irony was funny. My father, who never remembered my birthday, suddenly cared about it because he was using that opportunity to sell me off. But before I could think of the way I should deal with my father and my husband, I saw the number on top of my head start to plummet. My expression changed. The number was dropping too quickly. It seemed like the kidnapper had found out that something had gone wrong. The incident at the airport had been too conspicuous. They must have wanted to kill us all off. I subconsciously wanted to call the police, but my survival time was less than fifteen minutes. I gritted my teeth. I did not have enough time. I must save myself on the spot. I dragged my husband and my father into the bedroom and played the voice recording so it seemed like they were chatting. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and dashed to my garage. I called the police while I quickly did some calculations.
Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport Chapter 6
“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
Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport Chapter 5
Upon hearing my words, the internet and everyone at the scene immediately quietened. As quickly as the surroundings had fallen silent, a huge commotion quickly erupted. “The murderer is trying to drag her mother into this! What a horrible person!” “What the heck? This person should be executed.” Upon hearing my accusation, my mother immediately burst into tears. However, I calmly explained myself. “Mom, we have similar builds. Even our facial features were quite similar. We even wore matching outfits today. You did this to put the blame on me.” Upon hearing my words, my mother stiffly adjusted her jacket. After I came back from the washroom, I realized that my mother had changed clothes. Initially, I thought it was because the air-conditioning had been too cold. It turned out that she was creating an alibi. I continued to speak calmly. “There’s also the matter of the murder weapon, my hairpin. I clearly recall placing it back into my bag and passing it to you personal
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