48 Hours a Day

After setting up the cruise, Zhang Heng touched two bottles of red wine from the passenger cabin in the back and a box of sleeping pills to help him sleep during the long flight.

Zhang Heng poured a glass of wine and then put a sleeping pill in it. When the bottle of sleeping pill melted away, Zhang Heng handed the wine to Hanlu in the cockpit.

Although the two are now temporarily out of danger, Han Lu still seems a little worried, she took the glass, “Will the militia send fighters after us? And once they call the police, as long as we land at the airport, it's likely to be controlled immediately, but we can go through diplomatic procedures, I'll get some friends, contact the embassy to see if we can handle this... Also, I thought something was wrong with you earlier, and I also notified Shen Hee-hee that she should be on her way to the island with that country, and since we've left, we have to notify her in case she's in danger. ”

But her words were interrupted by Zhang Heng before she finished, the latter said, “Those monsters shouldn't want to make things bigger, they won't call the police. As for pursuing soldiers, it's possible, but don't worry, they won't catch up with us. As for Shen Xixi, I'll contact her personally later... Hey, you've been through a lot today, it's almost midnight now, why don't you take a nap with this wine, and we'll talk about the rest when you wake up. ”

“Fine.” Han Lu didn't refuse Zhang Heng's offer. Although she wondered why she couldn't catch up with the soldiers, Zhang Heng didn't look anxious at all, but she picked up the glass and drank it up, but then she frowned. “Well, it seems that the owner of the plane didn't have much taste either. He hid a strange smell of alcohol. He seemed to have been fooled by the liquor seller and bought some fake goods. ”

“Then I'll open you another bottle.” Zhang Heng took out the other bottle as he spoke.

But then Han Lu shook his head, “No, just a bottle. I'm not in the mood to drink right now, and honestly, I'm not in the mood to sleep. ”

“At least you can lie down, close your eyes and take a nap.” Zhang Hengdao.

Han Lu nodded, “Then I'll just lay down for 10 minutes. I have a lot of questions to ask you. When I get up, you have to tell me how you asked for those monsters under the water and how to get back to the island...”

After speaking, Han Lu came to the cot in the passenger cabin. Shortly after she lay down, she was attacked with difficulty. Han Lu struck a debt and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Zhang Heng stood up and put on a small blanket for her, then looked at the watch.

With less than half a minute to go before zero, we'll soon be in that stationary world.

This is also why Zhang Heng did not care about the possible pursuit of soldiers.

In fact, if it wasn't for the possibility of being arrested with Han Lu, Zhang Heng could completely hide until midnight before leaving.

Han Lu heard an unexpected and reassuring voice in half a dream and said, "Good night, everything that happened before is just a nightmare, and when you wake up, everything will be fine. ”

Han Lu wanted to listen again, but her consciousness had become more and more blurred, and then she went into the dream country.

…………

Han Lu doesn't know how long he slept, but he can feel himself lying in bed.

And it's not that little bed on the private plane, it's a pretty big bed, and it's starting to glow out the window.

Are they in the hotel? Are they in Naboo yet? But how did Zhang Heng convince the airport to land them? How did you get out of pursuit?

Han Lu opened his eyes while thinking about it, but then opened his eyes.

Because she found out that she was not at all in Naboo, but had returned home, lying in her own bed, Han Lu quickly grabbed the cell phone at the end of the bed, and what was even more surprising was that the time was only June 13, less than six hours after they left the island with the country.

Given the distance between China and Japan, this is enough time for them to fly home.

But the same problem, Zhang Heng doesn't have a flight license and can't explain the origin of the plane, flying directly back to the country will only cause more trouble.

However, Han Lu then turned on the computer, relieving her that she had not seen any news of a private jet breaking into the airport.

The day's internet is no different than it used to be, and the world still looks flat with fancy news filled with stars, TV dramas and art shows, or other blogger-eyed news.

And when Han Lu walked into the living room, he saw the card on the coffee table, which said,

Thank you for your vacation, breakfast is in the kitchen, and I hope I can explain to you what really happened on that island, but I'm actually investigating this myself, and maybe I'll tell you the truth in the future when I figure it all out, even though that truth may not be what you want.

The last payment was Zhang Heng.

Han Lu dropped the card, walked into the kitchen and opened the rice cooker.

I saw a bowl of insulating tofu brains inside, plus two freshly fried oil strips.

At this moment, Zhang Heng is already in the lounge on the second floor of the bar.

Because it's almost dawn, there are hardly any other players in the lounge, and only a hundred boring bartender ladies play with their phones behind the bar.

Strange, Zhang Henghe and the bartender lady have known each other for a long time.

According to the latter herself, she worked several jobs to earn money, in other words, she was also working during the day, the former maid cafe, not only Zhang Heng first met the elderly Tang suit, but also met her for the first time, and at night she managed the game point here.

However, Zhang Heng has never seen her fall prey, although most of the time she has little enthusiasm for work, but at least she has been awake all along.

And when Zhang Heng walked in through the door, the bartender lady playing with her phone suddenly shouted softly, her nose twitched twice, seemed to smell something.

“Where have you been all this time? ”

“On the island, on vacation with friends.” Zhang Heng replied.

“With that island, no wonder.” The bartender lady's words revealed a flash, but she obviously didn't want to explain why she said that, she just nodded, "You came for the knife and the little prop. ”

Zhang Hate nodded, “Yes.” In addition to the [ordinary knife] previously recast from the furnace, Zhang Heng also commissioned the [Heart of Kreis] obtained from the trip to Rome to be identified by the bartender lady, and now it is finally time to receive the goods.

“Mm-hmm.” The bartender lady turned around and took out a wooden box made of two tule trees, one big and one small, and placed it in front of Zhang Heng.

“Well, your props, which one do you want to see first? ”