My Rebirth Style is Wrong

"According to the surveillance video uploaded from the street, Miss Brown, at 18:00 in the evening, that is, two minutes before the serial car accident, you suddenly showed a strange face across the traffic light. Can you tell me when you saw it? what?"

The middle-aged detective looked like an eagle, keenly observing Angela Brown, the only survivor of the traffic accident at the traffic light intersection an hour ago.

The brakes of a tanker truck failed and the steering wheel lost control. It collided with several cars and rolled over to the zebra crossing. It happened that the screws of the shopping mall billboard next to the zebra crossing were loose and fell, and it smashed down, bringing a series of neon lights and wires, and finally detonated the oil in an instant. Tanker.

What's even more amazing is that the exploding oil tanker was no more than two meters behind the "lucky guy".

Of course, this does not mean anything. There is no shortage of lucky people in this world who cannot be understood by common sense, just as there are no shortage of accidents that seem to be artificially designed by coincidences every day.

It's just that Agent Shrek's intuition is a little off.

Su Wanwan's nerves were still a little numb, and her face was not very good. Even if she was blocked by a kind passer-by at a critical moment and couldn't see the complete accident scene, the mutilated limbs alone were enough to make her nauseous.

And now she already knows what happened at that time, even if she didn't know those people, but the people who were standing around her one second, all exploded into the sky the next second, Su Wanwan couldn't help it. Pain arises.

Only then did she feel happy.

I am glad that whether I am reborn or transmigrated, it is not the kind of tricky death that is often found in it. Otherwise, ordinary people have experienced the pain of death once, and even if they live again, they will definitely suffer huge mental trauma, which cannot be easily healed.

As for these uniformed uncles who are best at doubting, doubting, and constantly doubting everything from a wise or mentally retarded perspective, Su Wanwan didn't notice it, she just explained it listlessly: "I just saw a guy who looked like a Good-looking boy, there is no state law that says you can't see beautiful and handsome guys on the street, right sir?"

Agent Shrek looked at the girl sitting across from him.

Having just escaped from an accident, the girl's face was so pale that it seemed transparent, her slender eyelashes were half-drooped, her back was slightly arched, and her whole body was full of unease.

Occasionally raised his eyes to look at him blankly, his clear black and white eyes were completely helpless and sad.

Like a lost innocent lamb, pure and weak.

Hearing the news from his colleagues outside, Agent Shrek let out a sigh of relief and pulled out a reassuring smile: "Sorry, this is my job, thank you for your cooperation, good girl, I wish you a quick recovery and another wonderful encounter. love."

When a girl of this age is really thinking about falling in love, it is normal to see handsome looking opposite **** attracted on the street.

Maybe he hasn't rested enough recently, and his nerves are too tense.

Although I was curious as to which boy was the boy who made the girl look like that at first sight, Detective Shrek kindly didn't mention it again.

- Except for Miss Brown, no passers-by who were standing on both sides of the zebra crossing waiting for the red light were spared.

Apparently, Miss Brown, who had just been shot by Cupid's arrow, lost her handsome boy with a heartbeat at the same time.

The door of the interrogation room was opened, and Mr. Brown rushed in first, holding his petite daughter angrily and clamoring to send a lawyer's letter to them, "My daughter has just experienced a terrible thing, and you guys are here to suspect her! God, what a hell! Can my good girl control a fuel tanker tens of meters away to flip over 700 degrees and then rush to her side with a boow explosion?!"

Mrs. Brown, who had not had time to change her white coat, also hugged Su Wanwan tightly with her eyes wet, stroking her head with trembling hands, choked up and kept repeating: "It's fine, my baby, I'm scared to death. Mom, it's fine, thank God for letting you return to my arms safely, thank God..."

Agent Shrek and his colleagues deal with a raging Mr. Brown just as they are good at doubting everything, just as they are good at dealing with raging lions.

Obviously, Mr. Brown's weak spot is his well-behaved daughter.

On the grounds of taking care of the girl's mental health, the police suggested that Mr. Brown take the child and his wife home first, and return to the child's familiar environment so that she could recover from the accident as soon as possible and regain a sense of security.

This obviously hit Mr. Brown's heart, and he was more worried about his daughter's mood than making these wastes look good.

Getting into the familiar car, and being hugged tightly by her mother like a child, she kept kissing her forehead and gently comforting her. Su Wanwan closed her eyes tiredly and fell asleep in a daze.

In the ups and downs of consciousness, I vaguely heard my parents talking in a low voice.

"Is Angela asleep?"

"Yes, she's so tired, poor baby."

"Anyway, thank God the sweetheart wasn't hurt."

"Speaking of which, I'm really lucky. According to the footprints on the scene, it was only a little bit short that a broken piece of iron was about to hit Angel's neck."

"My good girl is too sweet, and the devil is reluctant to drag her to hell..."

"If you go to church this week, remember to make an extra donation..."

"Tomorrow I'll take leave to accompany her at home..."

"Darling, I've worked hard for you, you know, I've been too busy lately..."

"No, don't say that dear..."

"Speaking of which, about the collapse of the suspension bridge some time ago, I heard from an old classmate who was involved in first aid at the time that there was a man named Sam who claimed that he had foreseen it in advance..."

When Su Wanwan woke up again, it was the next morning. She was wearing loose and soft pajamas, her hair was loose, and she maintained the most relaxing state.

She opened her eyes and saw no one, obviously she had grown up, but at this moment Su Wanwan still felt an inexplicable fear, and a chill lingered in her heart.

Going downstairs with bare feet, she found Mrs. Brown who was busy in the kitchen. Su Wanwan's eyes were red, and she stepped forward to ask for a warm hug.

"Good morning mom."

"Good morning baby, but my dear little sweetheart, it's almost noon now. Dad will come back to dine with us at noon."

Su Wanwan was a little embarrassed. After accepting the kisses on Mrs. Brown's left and right cheeks and forehead, she rubbed her shoulders again. Then she took a deep breath, regained her energy, and smiled back to kiss Mrs. Brown's cheek. , "Then I'll go up and change my clothes first. What did Mommy prepare? It smells so good!"

Seeing her daughter smile again, Mrs. Brown's inner worries gradually dissipated.

Angela was the only daughter she and her husband had, a treasure they only had in their thirties. However, because at that time the couple were both in their careers, they were too busy to ask a nanny to take care of their daughter.

When something terrible never happened, I always felt far away from me. Only when it happened did I realize that the accident was so close to me.

The nanny was a woman with mental problems. Because she lost her daughter, she often used her identity as a nanny to steal the child from the employer's house and kill it, and then put it in the basement to accompany her dead child.

After her daughter was taken away, even if they were lucky enough to rescue her in time and did not let her die like those children before, the daughter who was locked in the basement and "played" with a room of dead children was still severely psychologically traumatized. Haven't spoken for a year.

It wasn't until her birthday when she was four years old that her daughter was playing on the lawn, staring at the sky in a daze, and when she called out, when she turned around, her dim eyes finally became smart again. desire to explore and communicate.

For her and her husband, it was the best gift from God. After that, the two moved to New York on purpose, just to give their daughter a slightly safer growing environment.

Who would have thought that such a terrible thing would still happen to my daughter today.

Before her daughter woke up, Mrs. Brown shared the same worry as her husband, that her daughter would be like a child again.

Fortunately, everything is not too bad.

At noon, Mr. Brown, who has always been a trapeze man, rarely came back to dine with his wife and daughter. Even if he answered a phone call soon after the meal and left in a hurry, Su Wanwan could still feel his father's love for her.

In the afternoon, Claire came to the house to see her, and she was relieved to make sure she was okay, "You don't know how scared I was when I knew there was such a serious car accident on William Street, but when I called Crow Ji An told me that you are fine, I wanted to see you this morning, but I was afraid to disturb your rest."

Su Wanwan has almost recovered. After all, she is not really an 18-year-old girl.

Well, in the United States, eighteen years old is not too young, they are the age to live independently, but her parents treat her a little more doting than other family parents.

"I'm fine, thank you. In fact, I didn't see the **** scene. As soon as I saw a little bit, I was covered with my head and walked away half a street." Su Wanwan patted her chest happily and sat on the chair shaking her feet. , "Fortunately I didn't watch it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep or eat. I'm just very uncomfortable now, thinking of so many people suddenly..."

Su Wanwan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, silent.

Claire hugged her, Su Wanwan smiled back. It had already happened, and it was a miracle that she was lucky enough to be alive. Su Wanwan also knew that she could not indulge in such heavy emotions.

The two chatted casually for a while. Claire looked at her and saw that she was really not too worried, so she smiled and became a little more curious about what happened yesterday: "Is it the police who took you away from the scene?"

"No, it's a boy with a nice voice." Speaking of this, Su Wanwan pursed her lips and revealed a shy smile. A friend of four years, Claire knew there was a situation at first glance, and suddenly became interested, leaned over and asked curiously, "Why, do you know each other?"

Su Wanwan shook her head, a little regretful: "No, I was just a little bit confused by male **** and wanted to have a relationship, but now."

Shrugged and gave Claire an unspoken look.

This kind of thing happened, not to mention that it was difficult for the vast sea of ​​people to meet people again. Even if they met and knew each other, it was still difficult for Su Wanwan to imagine what kind of relationship she would develop with each other.

The first encounter was full of blood, and it really didn't match the beautiful first love she imagined.

In the evening, she washed and dried the long black cloak and hung it in her closet. Su Wanwan took a step back and looked at the large hooded cloak that was particularly incompatible with her light-colored clothes, thinking: Forget it. Now, a lucky, a good heartbeat, can be regarded as a good memory worth remembering.

click—

The wardrobe door was closed, and the thick and pure black men's large cloak seemed to melt into the darkness, quietly occupying a corner of the girls' wardrobe.