At midnight, Terminal 3 of City B International Airport.
The flight that was delayed for an hour and a half finally came to a halt, and the boarding bridge and the aircraft door were docked.
The top light of the cabin flashes, indicating that it is time to disembark.
Chi Yu pushed the blindfold to his forehead and moved his sore arms, his throat was tight and painful.
She sent a WeChat message to Ran Jin: "Sister Ran, the plane has landed. I have no checked luggage and will be out soon."
Before she put the phone in her pocket, Ran Jin replied: "I'm already waiting for you in the D area of the east parking lot. You come out to the arrival hall, walk along the prompt sign, and go across the straight stairs under the bridge. Parking lot B2, I'll be waiting for you here."
"Okay, see you later."
Chi Yu got up to get the backpack, and stuffed the tablet that was always on hand in it.
More than ten hours of flying made her tired. Even if she had a soft bed to sleep, she recognized the bed very much and could not sleep at night because of her sister's death.
Lying on the cramped bed, let alone sleeping, she didn't even move her posture, her body was sore and uncomfortable.
Her eyes were red and swollen and more haggard than when she used to stay up late to write a paper. Ji Yu put on wide sunglasses, covered half of her face, opened the hatch, and got off the plane.
At midnight, there were not many people in the arrival hall, but the lights were extraordinarily bright, so bright that even wearing sunglasses, it still made her eyes uncomfortable.
Walking on the silencer carpet, the high-heeled shoes made a little rhythmic muffled sound, as if knocking on her heart.
Doubts, frustrations, and grief are mixed together. Facing the unknown journey, she has a sense of uncertainty and irritability that is engulfed by a tired nightmare.
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When the late WeChat came in, Ran Jin woke up quickly.
The interrupted dream made her more tired than when she was awake.
Ran Jin took the phone and saw the WeChat sent by Chi Yu, saying that her flight had landed.
After returning to the belated WeChat and telling her where she was, she was still not at ease.
Fearing that the late Yu, who hadn't returned for a while, would go the wrong way, Ran Jin got out of the car and came up from the parking lot, standing at the end of the bridge waiting for her.
Chi Yu received a call from her friend when she hurried to the elevator in the parking lot.
Before boarding the plane, she asked a friend who was doing private affairs in China to help investigate the cause of her sister's death.
Hearing the results of the investigation that a friend said, Chi Yu stopped, her face paler than ever.
She stood by the three-story floor-to-ceiling glass of the terminal building, watching a black shadow with a red light flashing when a plane landed in the middle of the night, like the eyes of a fierce spirit floating in the night.
And what she heard in her ears was more terrifying than a fierce spirit.
Suicide, full of doubts, is like a table carefully prepared by people. The food and tableware displayed on it seem ordinary, but they are not in their proper place.
