Chapter 8 6

Sullivan Field is a two-mile-wide parcel of land on the outskirts of the city center containing various ball fields and sports facilities, donated to the government by Delta International six years ago to replace their growing branch nearby. Great real estate tax relief.They not only provided land, but also hired many architects, construction workers and landscapers to build the best public sports venue in New York State. There is an entertainment place with school children. There are baseball, football, hockey, tennis and basketball courts with lounges.There's also a full-track soccer field and an outdoor ice hockey rink that's open from November to March; a central building houses lockers, toilets, showers and a nursery where parents can come and watch their kids kick and play.

These lawns are as beautiful as a golf course. The entire playground is equipped with a sprinkler system, and workers regularly maintain and trim the bushes and flowers around the playground. It's just two miles northwest of the airport, and it's also the perfect spot to watch the planes take off and land, seeing the planes coming and going at Westchester Airport every day. It seems impossible to find a bright side in this tragic crash that killed 212 people. It can only be said that it is summer, it is Friday, the school is out, and the camping in this town The district was on the other side; it was empty when the eight-ton jet crashed into the football field, creating a ten-foot-deep crater in the ground.When it crashed, the plane was dragged half a mile to a baseball field and football field before coming to a stop about a quarter of a mile from the stadium's central building.

The building was originally built to entertain the public, but now it serves as a station and a temporary resting place for picking up the wreckage of Flight 502. Fire engines from all over the county lined up in a long train-like line, and the wreckage of the plane was surrounded by a ring of vehicles.Thousands of gallons of water were poured into the still-heating, smoking pothole; firefighters sat exhausted on the running boards of fire trucks, and despite their efforts, they could not save a single living person. A small group of National Guard soldiers guarding the scene of the crash never imagined that they would be sent to such a tragic scene while serving in the United States.

The plane was blown to pieces like some monster biting open a soda can and tearing the steel with its teeth.The white tail of the plane that crashed on the edge of the forest seemed to emerge from the ground. The logo of Northeast Airlines was not burned out by the fire, and the registration number N95301 of the plane was still clearly identifiable.That was the only thing recognizable as a jet in the wreckage. The smell of death wafted through the air, and if the sight of that horror wasn't deterring enough, so was the charred flesh, molten metal, and blackened dust.The highly flammable jet fuel sent the plane crashing like a ball of fire, scorching trees and flowers within a quarter mile of the explosion.When the fireball exploded, a gigantic fungiform cloud formed overhead, visible for miles, and black smoke blackened the sky and blotted out the sun for hours; afterward, the water used to extinguish the fire turned into white vapor to replace the black smoke.Curiously, while most of the wreckage has been burned beyond recognition, some parts have been lucky enough to remain untouched by flames.

Several fragments of aluminum shells lay crookedly on the dirt, passengers' suitcases were opened and scattered on the ground; women's clothes and children's sneakers were in tatters, showing the force of the crash and the tragedy that happened to people how serious. Skeletal remains are everywhere, more than two hundred in total.Men, women and children were difficult to identify, and no one could keep the whole body; the edges of the hundreds of white cloth covering the body were wet and dirty. Death always comes without warning. The heartbroken family members were stopped outside by the townspeople and relatives, and their mournful cries echoed all around. The only other sound was the steaming, hissing ground.No one chatted, and everyone avoided eye contact.

While the NTSB inspected the wreckage and recovered the black box, no one was allowed to move anything, and the recorders continued to record until the last moment. Next to each piece of wreckage is a small yellow flag, computer barcode and identification number. They categorized these fragments so that the computer can reproduce the scene for experts to analyze the cause of the accident.The National Transportation Safety Board will search the debris thoroughly and will use the utmost care to recreate the moments leading up to the crash in an attempt to unravel what caused the crash.Their goal is to prevent similar tragedies from happening in the future and to help complete new flight rules so that the undetermined cause of the crash does not lead to another tragedy.

As Nick drove to Sullivan Field, there was simply no way to avoid the circumstances of the crash.The ramp of the branch line of the main road leads to the plain that has sunk almost into a valley, and there are mournful scenes all around.Hundreds of ambulances are waiting on the sidelines. Now, the job of rescue experts and medical personnel is to transport the dead bodies to the morgue. Volunteer cars and trucks lined the road, interspersed with army jeeps and a few SUVs.Most of the people who emerged from the crash and walked to their cars were hunched over, their faces stained with tears.

Nick came to the entrance of the sports field around the last bend, and was stopped by a National Guardsman wearing a green military uniform and carrying an M16 rifle on his shoulder. His hand drew a circle in the air, indicating that Nick should turn around and leave. Nick ignored it. With his gesture, he rolled down the car window. Sir, this guard came up and said: You have to get out of here. I'm going to the police.Nick said to the young man.Any questions?Maybe I can help. Nick looked at the blond young reservist.He must have been no older than twenty-five, probably took government student loans, and had to serve several years to pay them back.

I'm going to the police, I'm going now. Then you have to explain it to me first.The young soldier clearly enjoyed his first taste of power.You can't go in. Nick stretched his hand out of the window, hooked his fingers, and motioned him to come closer so that Nick could see the name tag on his left chest.He said in a soft and steady voice: Private Manas? yes sir, what's the matter? May I have your name? neil. Neil, I think you know how to use that weapon, right? I am a top student in the shooting class. very good.Nick nodded.Somebody's trying to kill my wife, Neil, and I'm going to go to the police for that.

Neil saw the sincerity in his eyes and quickly waved him through.They're in the central building of the gymnasium. If the sight at an intersection is death, the mass of ambulances that greet you as you enter the main parking lot is nothing less than hell. Nick got out of the car and looked around, forgetting his situation for a moment.Even though he had never participated in a battle, he could still imagine what it would be like when he watched the charred corpses scattered on the original sports field. Hundreds of people poured into the scene of the crash, which looked like a swarm of ants in a charred image.Some people shuttled among the remains, lifting the white cloth to examine the charred body parts, trying to determine whether they were adults or children, men or women.Others marked the wreckage and searched for clues, while others took pictures and video of the scene.

Nick weaves through the crowd, past news crew trucks and makeshift generators, past platforms with oversized halogen lights.After nightfall, the lights continue to illuminate the ruined land so that staff can continue to maintain a 24-hour vigil. Finally, Nick finally arrived at the command post. They set up a row of tents next to the brick building, with card tables and iron chairs on the walls. Makeshift phones and hastily installed computers were sent by companies and local schools to supplement the There was a shortage of desktops and laptops brought by the guard. Nick finds a desk with a scrawled sign that reads Barry Hill Police Department.A tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man sat at the table, his gray hair only a little black.Nick immediately recognizes the man who interrupted the detective's interrogation six hours in the future. Captain Dalia?Nick asked. I am.The captain raised tired eyes.What can I do for you? I, Nick, paused, not knowing what to say.I know it's a tough day for you and everyone, but I have an urgent situation. The captain nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue. There was a robbery this morning, a big one, over twenty million dollars in antiques and jewelry were stolen from the Washington mansion on Maple Street. I haven't heard about it at all.Dalia tilted her head and said in surprise. My wife, who is the owner's attorney, was notified and went to the scene to confirm the robbery. Why is it today, damn it!The captain stood up and looked around, his tired eyes were replaced by frustration.I don't know who to send over, we're seriously understaffed.Is there security in that place now? Yes, Nick said, but that's not why I'm here. Otherwise, are you going to surrender yourself?He brushed a lock of sweat-drenched hair from his face, but immediately regretted the words.Sorry, I'm really tired today. Nick looked away, and he couldn't look back now.He turned back and said: The man who committed this robbery is after my wife. What do you mean by hunting down your wife?The captain suddenly became serious. They are going to kill her. How did you know? They've stolen her office backup. Dalia thought for a moment.Do you know who did it? Nick pulled out the printed picture.This guy was involved, but I'm not sure how he did it or who he was. Where did you get this from?asked the captain.While studying the photo. I printed it off a surveillance tape.Before the faces of the others appeared, the security system was jammed and nothing could be seen.I think the people from the security company were also involved.Nick paused, wishing he had convinced the captain.Can we start investigating from here? The captain didn't speak, just continued to look at the picture. There was a Chevrolet Antelope hanging around our house, and Nick lied about it.He saw the car in the future, and it was also carrying Julia's murderer.I found the Hertz car rental company from the number of this car. According to the records, this car was rented to a man named Paul.Travers' man.He is the owner of the security company, responsible for part of the security system of the stolen house. Are you a detective?Captain Dalia asked suspiciously. no. Then how did you find out this information so quickly?There was suspicion in his tone. If someone is trying to kill your wife, you'll be amazed at how resourceful your search is. Dalia thought about Nick's words for a moment, then nodded.Where is your wife now? She is with friends.Nick wasn't really sure where she was going to be this hour, but he thought it best not to reveal too much until he wasn't sure he could trust her. The captain picked up the radiotelephone from the table and pressed the button on the side.Bob? yes.The other party replied that the phone has quite serious static interference. come here.cried the captain, put the radiotelephone back on the table, and turned to Nick.I'll tell you the truth, we really don't have any manpower right now.Without someone holding a gun to your wife's head, it's hard to tell if she's really in danger.I understand you're worried, but whoever the robbers are we'll investigate later, they've probably run away and won't be staying around to be caught. The captain sat down again and continued with the paperwork.He picked up the phone. Nick turned and looked around.The door of the central building of the gymnasium opened, and the wailing from outside also poured in.They arranged a resting place for the relatives of the deceased in this building. A small group of people from all over the country never imagined that they would wake up today to face such a situation.Nick understood their pain and grief, for he had suffered Julia's death himself, and had stood in mourning over her mutilated body. Faced with the sudden death of a loved one, it is inevitable that there will be thousands of ups and downs in thoughts: resentment, anger, self-pity, guilt, sadness, and even thinking of some impossible things.What if?If only.What if he misses the plane because of the traffic jam?What if I told her to wait until next Monday?If I hadn't forced him to change his flight to today so we could go to the beach next week, wouldn't it be fine? What if she was suddenly called off the plane on business? Nick knew he was lucky, that he would stand alone in the building, heartbroken like the strangers, and that he would never be able to bring Julia back to life.She had sat on this wrecked plane, found her seat, packed her hand luggage, buckled her seat belt, and boarded a plane destined for death. But Julia was saved, she escaped unharmed and was called off the death flight But she only lived for seven more hours, and the seven hours that fate gave her were taken away by greedy gangsters. She will never have the chance to understand this. Killed by deadly robbers. Nick heard the cries of the children, their father could no longer go home as promised, and the dead father left his wife to face the world alone.He suddenly thought of the pocket watch in his pocket, and wondered curiously, why was he drawn into this twisted and weird daydream?Why did he have the chance to pull Julia back from the grave?Is all this his fantasy?Is it a hopeful dream from which he cannot escape?He saw with his own eyes the inexplicable surroundings of each hour rewinding; he saw Julia's body lying on the ground, and then, not long after, saw her alive in the kitchen.What happened to him, his time flow, was completely different from the people around him. After the door of the central building was slowly closed, the sound of crying was also shut out, and he pulled himself back to reality again.He had to put all the irrationality and all the pain he'd been through behind him.He must go against Einstein's physics and make up for the time gap with his heart.Today, he will bring Julia back from hell again, and he will make what if. With great determination, Nick turned to see the police captain talking to a tall, stocky man in a tight black shirt, his gun and holster hanging from the belt of his blue jeans, his hands smoked Black, with sweat all over his face.The disheveled black hair explains how he spends his day. Mr Quinn.The captain called him over. Nick approached the detective, hoping he had found a partner who would trust him and help him stop the killer. Mr. Quinn, this is Bob.Shano. Nick turned his head and looked straight into the other's blue-gray eyes.When he realized who he was looking at, a wave of panic rose in his heart. Bob.Shano.The detective was about to shake his hand. Nick felt dizzy.The man standing before him was the man who would arrest him in the future, when the detective treated him like a rat.This was the man who had stood in the interrogation room, pointing at him with a baton, and yelling at Nick for murdering Julia; he had put a gun to his head, and wanted to pull the trigger. Shano's expression was the same as that of most people Nick saw today: tired, frustrated, hopeless. What's the matter?Shano asked. Nick's eyes fell on Shano's neck, his tight shirt was unbuttoned a few times to dissipate heat, revealing his strong chest muscles; he didn't wear the St. wary. Nick didn't know where to start, he was having a hard time shaking off the fear of the man, the fear that he might recognize him.Nick had escaped from the interrogation room because of him, but he reminded himself that none of this had happened. Nick said: Someone is after my wife. What do you mean by chasing down?Shano's tone was full of tiredness. Someone is going to kill her. That's terrible, there was concern in Shano's tone.All right!May I have your name? Nick.Quinn. What about your wife? Julia. Shano took him to the corner of the tent, pulled out two chairs, sat on one of them, and motioned for Nick to sit down too.Shall I get you a drink?Water, Coke, or something else? Nick sat down and shook his head. Tell me everything, what happened?Shano said. Nick told him about the robbery and the theft of Julia's office computer, and he explained to Shanor how the robbers wiped out the evidence.Every word Nick utters is carefully chosen so as not to accidentally say something that happened in the future.May I ask you where she is now? She Nick paused.While Shano isn't as vicious as he was in the interrogation room, he still hasn't won Nick's trust, and he thinks he's better off hiding the truth.He didn't know where the hell she was going to be right now anyway, and Nick lied: she was at a friend's house. Are you alone? She and some colleagues went to a friend who lived in Bedford. Why doesn't she come with you? Because she was scared and didn't want to leave there, and she said she wouldn't be able to stand here. I can understand that.Xia Nuo looked at the miserable situation outside. She was also on that flight. God!Shano stared in shock.You just didn't mention this. She got off the plane because she received a text message that someone had broken into the house and robbed it. Shano had a mocking look on his face.Fate is really unpredictable.She must be in a bad mood right now, she just survived the plane crash, and now she's the target of a lunatic again. Nick sees sympathy in Shano's face, a man more human than the detective who had arrested him earlier.Are you married? I was married, but my wife can't stand being married to a police officer, she thinks the treatment of the police is not proportional to the risk. I regret. Count her unlucky.Xia Nuo went on to say: She just doesn't understand that life is not just about money, it's not just about being paid to risk one's life for others.People do these things simply because it's right. Nick is gradually able to see the world from Shano's point of view.When Shano interrogated him, he thought he was interrogating the murderer. This is his standard procedure and the way to force the murderer to tell the truth. When Nick snatched another detective's gun, anyone would have the same feeling as Shano. reaction. Listen, I know you think your wife is in danger, Shano said: I believe you too.If I were you, I would go to the police too.This is the correct response and the best way to do it. You brought some information, you mentioned those security companies, but you seem to want us to find these people within a day, but now everyone's brains are not working, and there is a power outage in the town, to be honest, this is not too likely.I am very powerful, yes, the people here are very capable of handling affairs, but we are not that powerful.Judging from the tight security you described, those robbers knew what they were doing. Not only did they have enough intelligence, but they were also very smart.If they were really that powerful, there must be very little evidence left behind, and it is very likely that there is not even a trace of clues left behind.Investigating these things requires manpower, and that's what we're missing right now. Nick knew he was telling the truth, and he had come to the same conclusion in his mind.The chances of finding Julia's killer were slim, but then again, what were the chances of being called off the plane before it crashed?In the past six hours, what he experienced was impossible according to common sense, even beyond imagination, but it did happen. Today is a day with more odds than before.Therefore, he does not intend to give up easily. Here's what I printed out from the security tape.Nick said as he handed Shano the photo of the black-haired thief. I want to see the full videotape.Xia Nuo studied the man's face, and after a long time, he finally raised his head.I have to ask you a question, you said the security on the Washington mansion was disarmed and the backup from your wife's office was stolen.If that's the case, I don't think you've told me the whole truth. Nick cursed himself for being stupid.He wanted to keep Julia's PDA information private, because he knew that was the murderer's ultimate goal.She has data backed up from a computer.Nick admitted that he knew that if he acted too mysterious, he would attract suspicion. I'll have to look at that then.where is the thing in my car.In fact, the stuff was in his pocket, but he had at least a few minutes to think about the wisdom of doing so by the time he got to the car. There is also a blue Chevrolet that hangs around my house, rented to a man named Paul.Travers' man.The security system of the stolen house was designed by his company. All right!Now that you have backups of the security tapes, and the car and Drovers files, we have something to investigate.How about this!Let's drive to the Washington mansion first. If we are lucky, we may find some useful evidence.Shano stood up from the chair. There is nothing left to be found there.Nick said. There will always be evidence.Xia Nuo was full of confidence, when the captain happened to walk over and heard the last words. Why don't you ask Dance to be your backup?Dalia's tone sounded like an order, not a question. I do not need.Xia Nuo's tone was a little impatient. I'm not asking you, I've told him to meet you at your car. This is truly the worst nightmare I've ever had, and I never thought it would happen.Xia Nuo said while walking on the winding path.There are broken bodies all over the playground.We should all have thought about how we will die in the future, but I can guarantee that 90% of people in the world are most afraid of dying in a plane crash.Being helplessly trapped in a metal container, being tossed around, seeing the ground coming your way from the window of an airplane makes your heart jump.Don't let your wife come here, seeing these pictures will break her nerves. Nick couldn't move his eyes away from the scorched ground and the corpses covered in white cloth, and the corpses flew everywhere. No one wants to see this kind of picture. I wish I could stop it, Shano said, so that everyone's pain would be eased. More than 40,000 people die in car accidents every year, about 120 a day, and none of us will respond like this.When this happens, we will never forget it for the rest of our lives.Nick shook his head. Have they found out the cause of the crash? Is there any difference?Shano said: I heard some rumors, but it can't change anything, and it can't bring these people back to life. For the next half mile, they passed a pile of ambulances in silence, the flashing lights on the roofs idling meaninglessly; the cameras of fourteen news stations focused on fourteen bright, neat-haired, red-lipped and white-toothed broadcast reporters, every day Everyone hopes that their ratings can beat other TV stations. hateful!Nick sees his car trapped between two fire trucks and an ambulance, busy caring for an emotionally hysterical family member. Don't worry, Xia Nuo said: I will drive, you go to the car to get the backup of the security data first, my car is the black Ford Mustang in front.Shano pointed to the shiny car fifty yards away on the side of the congested road. Nick nodded, opened the car door, pretended to take something from the storage box, and stuffed it into the breast pocket where Julia's PDA was already in.He hoped this wouldn't make things worse for Julia, who was already in danger, but he knew that if Shano was going to help him, Shano would have to know everything. Can't you handle this yourself?A man in a cheap top and an ugly tie approached.Nick.Quinn, Shano said: Talk to Ethan.Detective Dance say hello! Nick held out his hand, but Dance didn't even bother to look at him. We have two hundred and twelve dead here, and I'm sifting through wreckage and remains, and now I'm here to shake his hand?When Dans came to them, he said: I am not in the mood to see the already destroyed crime scene. I want to go back to the police station and change my clothes.If you want my help, you can only go there and find me. Nick thought to himself, the person who will arrest him in the future is really not a good policeman, although he played the role of a good policeman with a white face before, talking and laughing with him; but now he is panting, dragging his tired body, Sweat had accumulated in puddles and slid down his cheeks; his eyes were bloodshot and burning with rage, his cheap flats were smeared with mud, and the hems of his gray trousers rolled up to his calves. Listen, Dance moves on while Shano pulls Nick aside.Danse was a jerk, but he was a good detective.You go back to the police station with him first, and let him see your security videotape.This guy has a knack for sniffing out water in the Sahara, and he can find out more about Drovers, too.I'll go to the Washington House and your wife's business first to see if I can find anything. Nick nodded and ran after Dance, who was taking off his coat and throwing it in the back of the green Ford.The underarms of his white shirt were heavily stained with sweat, and Nick opened the passenger seat and sat silently beside Dance, who angrily closed the driver's door.Without saying a word, he started the car and drove away from the muddy parking lot.After passing two cars on the road, he officially left the scene of the crash. A contingent of volunteers, government workers and National Guardsmen come and go here, and before this morning, this detour was only used by mothers in minivans and Toyota Lexus when they brought their children to play. There were fewer and fewer cars parked as they drove out, and Nick couldn't believe his eyes as they passed the blue Chevrolet.He saw the license plate and was sure it was Travers' rental car. parking.Nick said. Dance ignored him. Stop, that's the car I told Xia Nuo and your captain, that bastard is right here. Dans ignored Nick and just picked up the radio in his seat and pressed the talk button.team leader? Danse, are you kidding me?Captain Dalia yelled: You just walked for three minutes and you have a problem? Send a militiaman over to the side of the road where the volunteers are parked. There is a blue Chevrolet with the number. He turned to Nick, and then said: Z8JP9.Tell him to keep an eye on the car secretly to make sure he understands what you mean.When that person shows up and is about to leave, he will be detained until we return. no problem.Dalia replied. Take it easy, Dance finally spoke to Nick.If that person is here, he must not get out. Why did he come here? That's the first question you'll ask him when we get back.Dance said.He wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his white shirt and brushed his sweaty hair from his face. They were driving on a congested and slow road, and Danse didn't bother to put a siren or flashing lights on the roof of the car, which would not make the people next to him go faster anyway. Sorry for losing my temper with you just now.Dance said: Shano bastard always makes me angry, today is the fourth time. It's okay, everyone is having a bad day today.Nick said. But your wife should be fine, right? Nick nodded. Dans loosened his tie and threw it on the back seat, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, turned the air vent to himself, and sighed comfortably when the cold wind hit him. The captain told me everything that happened to you and your wife today.With events like today, we have to put other things behind us and forget that while we are facing this tragedy, other things are still going on. Nick listened to Dance express his feelings, and couldn't help but look at the detective's bare neck, looking for the St. Christopher medal, but he blamed himself for being so paranoid. They finally drove out of the long main road and onto Route 22. The place was eerily empty, in sharp contrast to the chaotic scene behind them. They say you have backups of security tapes? right.Nick patted his breast pocket. Have you seen it? Only saw part of it, but I did see a face and I printed it out if you want.It was mostly white, though, and they seemed to disarm the security monitors later. All right!Let's go to the police station and have a look.You don't mind if I take a shower first? Nick shook his head and immediately regretted it. He was racing against time, and time was limited. He had to collect as much information as possible before this hour passed. I seem to smell like the dead. what time is it now?Nick didn't want to take out the pocket watch. The car slowly approached the bridge with green railings, a quarter of a mile long and fifty feet above the Kesque Reservoir below.This is one of the nicest locations in all of Barra Hills. Three forty-five.Dance said. I hate to ask, but do you think we can my wife Danse looks at him with an unfathomable look on his face, and then he finally nods and says: All right!I also don't want to be an inconsiderate person.We'll be at the police station in a minute, there's a generator there, and we'll start processing right away once we're inside. Thanks.Nick smiled, regretting not coming to the police sooner.If he had come to the police earlier, the search for the killer might have gone much faster. Do me a favor, Dance glances at the back of the car.My sporting goods bag is in the back seat, could you help me get it? no problem.Nick unbuckled his seat belt, turned around, and reached in a contorted position for the small canvas bag he could barely reach. However, Dans suddenly slammed on the brakes without warning. The anti-lock brake system locked the four wheels of the car in an instant, and the car suddenly stopped in the middle of the bridge.Nick was pulled back into place by the force, throwing his upper body to the ground as a nine-centimeter Glock rested squarely on his forehead. Put your hands on the dashboard.Dance yelled. what happened?Nick crawled back to his seat and obediently obeyed.The cold barrel pressed against his skin, making him shiver with terror. Dance held the gun in his right hand and put the handcuffs on Nick's hands with his left, cuffing his hands together. What are you doing Dance pushed Nick forward, took his Sig Sauer from the belt under his coat and threw it in the backseat. Why are you carrying a weapon?Dance roared. take it easy Slowly open the car door and get out, and don't do anything stupid. Take it easy, Nick smiled.I have a license and man, you freaked me out. go out.Dans turned on the flashing lights of the police car, and the blinding red flashing lights made it difficult to see the direction for a while. Please, I have a license!Nick said as he opened the car door and went out, Danse also got out of the car. Put your hands on the railing.Dance went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Nick couldn't see what Dance was doing, but suddenly felt something go around his calf.There were two large plastic cords bound tightly around his ankles. Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?Nick looked down at his bound shins. Dance turned him around, reached into his coat pocket and took out Julia's PDA. Danse, you've gone too far, what the hell are you doing?Nick leaned to the left and glanced at the open trunk. It dawned on him. The trunk was full of duffel bags, one of which was half-opened, and an object emerged from it, glistening in the afternoon sun.It was the hilt of the golden sword. Are you kidding me?How could it be you? Dance opened the back seat door, took out Nick's gun, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him in, then slammed the car door, locking Nick in the back seat alone. Nick sat there, looking over the back of his chair at the clock on the dashboard, it was three fifty. So it all makes sense.Why he was arrested, and why Danse is in charge of the investigation.Because Danse was not only involved in the case, but also controlled everything. He killed Julia, destroyed the evidence, and planted it on him.All these conspiracies are led by him. The situation couldn't be worse, Nick now finally understands who killed Julia, and now he knows who to stop. For the next few minutes, he just had to figure out a way to stay alive.He had to last until the last second of the hour.The clock showed three fifty-two.Nick had never felt that time could go so fast and so slow.Dance opened the back door and gestured for Nick to come out with a gun. You stay away from my wife, or I will When Dance put the barrel of the upper-loaded gun to his mouth, Nick stopped talking. The files in this PDA are really good things. Not only can I find your home phone number, but also the numbers of her colleagues, friends and neighbors.All I have to do is call her to come to the bureau and tell her you're hurt Dans raised his fist and punched Nick hard, and Nick's head fell back in an instant, bleeding profusely.Saying that would make her move a little faster.Of course, we also have to find out who else knows about this, and which friends you have involved. Dance lifted out a heavy iron plate from the rear compartment, with a bicycle brake cable running through the center.He staggered forward, lifted the iron plate to the edge of the bridge's center, and dropped it to the ground with a clang. We were going to wait until tonight, Dance went on, and then go to her house and kill her and plant it on you; but since you're such a troublemaker, it seems we'll have to kill her now. Nick's heart sank. Not only could he not save Julia, but he would cause Julia to be killed early.Shano will find out what you did. Fuck Shano, he's stupid as fuck, better have a way of finding out. Dance tucked the hundred-pound iron plate under the green railing, then reached out and grabbed the bike line with his left hand; he stood up, put the muzzle of the gun to the back of Nick's head, and forced him to move forward.With his left hand, Dance tied the bicycle line between Nick's handcuff chains. Deja vu?Do you feel like you’ve done certain things, been to certain places before?Feel like time is turning upside down? Nick couldn't believe he was saying that. Dance pushed the iron plate to his feet and moved to the edge of the bridge. 這時，尼克看到他的前胸，丹斯的襯衫一直開到腰際，他在抬重物時把下面三顆鈕扣也撐開了。尼克發現，也許這人是個壞蛋，也說要殺了茱莉亞，但他卻不是他要追蹤並阻止的人。他的脖子上空空的，胸前也沒有聖克里夫獎章。 尼克站在那裡，肚子抵著綠色欄杆，遙望橋下的湖面，那湖如此祥和平靜，跟一英里外的恐怖景像迥然不同，跟發生在橋上的事件也天差地遠。丹斯的確參與了搶劫，甚至有可能是他負責找齊槍手和組員，直接跟保羅．卓弗斯接洽，但他卻不是那個殺手，不是殺了茱莉亞的人。 尼克轉身，以怨恨的目光瞪視丹斯。他不是凶手，但他絕對是幫凶，也是想置茱莉亞於死地的人。尼克繼續怒瞪著他，要是他能碰到丹斯，肯定會當場扭斷他的脖子。 There will be a period later.丹斯奸笑。用膠帶把鐵板跟他的腳纏在一起，鐵板像蹺蹺板似地在橋邊搖晃了幾下，然後一端緩緩地往上翹，隨後下墜。 鐵板落下兩英尺時突然停了下來，手銬陷進尼克手腕上的皮肉裡。他試著抓住腳踏車線以減輕疼痛，可是它實在太細了，根本抓不住。鐵板有一百磅重，如果想搬住又吃力了點，但這重量比尼克平時練習舉重還輕。雖然他的手腕被銬住，但他仍用肩背輕易地將鐵板提了上來，他把身體往後仰，想把鐵板從欄杆上方拉起來 丹斯突然抓住他被綁住的腳踝，把他的腿抬起，尼克倒趴在鐵欄杆上，丹斯利用欄杆當支點把他架起來，鐵板的重量讓丹斯輕易地將尼克抬起，一口氣扔到橋下。 眨眼間，尼克翻上半空，被沉重的鐵板拖向水底的墳墓。 頭下腳上地墜了五十英尺後，尼克撞入水面，頓時水花四濺，他覺得自己像撞到水泥地似的，鐵板的重量把他拖進水底，他的身體不斷下沉，沉入陰森的黑暗之中。湖水的深度從二十到三百英尺不等，橋下的水深似乎只有二十五英尺，但就算水不深也不可能增加他存活的機會。 他的肺感到灼燒，每下沉一英尺，耳壓就增強一分，尼克逐漸被拖向死亡。 那股重量撞到河床時，尼克彷彿沉到水底的浮標般整個翻了過來。霧茫茫的視線中，星星在眼前飛舞，幾道陽光劃破上方的水面照射下來，反映出水的深度，也照亮了有許多岩石和淤泥的湖底。 身為游泳健將，尼克憋氣的時間比大多數人長，但他不知道現在是幾點幾分，也不知道他的肺還能撐多久。 但他最痛苦的不是因為自己就要死去，而是因為茱莉亞。他生命中最美好的、最值得的一切都被奪走了。他感到異常羞愧，他竟無法將茱莉亞從鬼門關救回來。他竟然這麼好騙、這麼愚蠢，輕易地接受陌生人的幫助，結果卻被那些領薪水保護一般民眾的人民保母丟進湖底淹死。 尼克仰躺著，穩定地吐出一小口空氣免得讓鼻孔進水，提前溺斃。他扭動著身體，卻看到另一雙死人的眼睛。 這裡有一具屍體，直立地漂浮著，搖來晃去，那人的手腕被銬在一起，腳被膠帶纏住，也綁在一塊跟他相似的鐵板上。十英尺外的後方還有一具屍體，尼克看不清楚，但那名紅髮瘦男子身上的制服絕不會讓人錯認，他是警察。藉著照在水底的那幾道白光，他看到第三個人影，那人穿著藍襯衫，深色的長髮在變換不定的水流中飄著。這裡是墳場，是殺手棄屍的地方。 看到這幾具屍體，尼克當下明白為什麼丹斯會說什麼似曾相識。 他正前方的男子才剛死沒多久，半閉的眼睛，上翻的瞳孔，他的右眼腫起來，又黑又藍，下巴鬆弛，嘴巴半張，左下脣脹得很嚴重，好像有人狠狠揍了他的臉一頓後再殺死他。他的灰髮飄到臉頰上，像被風吹動的青草。 尼克的肺又開始燒灼，體內的空氣越來越少，他知道，一定已經超過一分鐘了，只要再過四十五秒也許六十秒，在那之後他一定會昏死過去。 尼克抓著那個將他拖向死亡的腳踏車線，讓自己沉得更深一些；他抓住離他最近那人的皮帶，以戴著手銬的手伸進那人的口袋，掏出他的皮夾，緊緊抓住它，彷彿這樣就能救自己一命。 然而，這只是無用的困獸之鬥，他的肺像著了火一樣，當最後一點氧氣離開他的肺臟時，他的頭開始劇痛。已經超過兩分鐘，他死定了，他正準備向死神誘人的呼喚屈服。 最後一點氧氣給了尼克時間思考，他想著茱莉亞，想著她的美麗，她就要被帶離人世因為