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Reborn to Revenge Everyone Who Boarded That Flight Died
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On the first day of the Spring Festival travel rush, the airport gate was packed with men and women, young and old, all heading home for the New Year. But I was throwing a tantrum at the gate, rolling...
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第1章
On the first day of the Spring Festival travel rush, the airport gate was packed with men and women, young and old, all heading home for the New Year.
But I was throwing a tantrum at the gate, rolling around on the ground, and I'd even tossed my luggage all over the floor, refusing to make way no matter what.
The passengers behind me pointed at my nose and cursed me out as a lunatic, saying I was delaying them from getting home for the New Year.
I smiled, sat down cross-legged on the floor, and unhurriedly started scrolling short videos.
Only when security forcibly hauled me away did the crowd swarm onto the plane.
An hour later, the plane broke apart midair and burst into flames.
More than two hundred passengers—none survived.
As the "troublemaker" who'd been left behind, the cops took me in for questioning.
Facing their interrogation, I kept repeating two sentences.
"This accident has nothing to do with me."
"But everyone who boarded over me has to die."
…
"SAVANNAH PRUITT! Are you going to admit you were wrong or not?"
In the interrogation room, the fluorescent light stabbed at people's eyes until they hurt.
Joel Lambert, the officer in charge of this Spring Festival air-crash case, slammed a thick stack of photos onto the table.
In the photos were the plane's wreckage, charred limbs, and scattered luggage.
His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at those photos, trembling. "Two hundred lives! Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Sitting in the interrogation chair, I blew at the bangs on my forehead. "Officer, this isn't my fault."
Lambert was so furious that he trembled, pointing at me, unable to get the words out.
"Not your fault?"
"Because of your tantrum and rolling around, you delayed this flight by fifteen minutes!"
"If the flight had taken off normally, the plane would've avoided the air currents, and there wouldn't have been an accident like this!"
"You killed them! You!"
I curled my lip and snorted.
"Officer Lambert, your logic is hilarious."
"Then why don't you blame the ticket counter that sold the tickets? Why don't you blame the manufacturer that built the plane?"
"I just sat at the gate for a while. What, I used magic to shoot the plane down?"
Joel Lambert was so angry he snapped the pencil in his hand.
"Enough!" An older detective, Harper, stepped in from the doorway and steadied him.
Her gaze was sharp. "Savannah Pruitt, twenty-four years old, freelancer. Usually well-behaved and sensible—you don't even have a record of running a red light."
"But today at the gate you were like a different person? Explain."
I shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.
"My persona collapsed, that's all. Doesn't everyone love that kind of contrast?"
Detective Harper was so mad she laughed, pulling a written statement from the folder.
"According to witnesses at the gate, you were shouting the whole time—anyone who boarded over you had to die."
"How did you know the plane would have an accident?"
"I guessed. Just happened to guess right."
The atmosphere in the interrogation room dropped several degrees.
Joel Lambert was livid:
"Savannah Pruitt! Don't think you can muddle through by playing dumb and acting crazy!"
Just then, the interrogation room door was shoved open.
A young officer ran in holding an evidence bag.
"Captain! Part of the black box data has been restored!"
Lambert snatched the bag, opened it, took one look—and his face turned deathly pale.
"This… this is impossible…"
I impatiently urged them, "Can you hurry up? If you don't have evidence, let me go."
Lambert took a deep breath. "The recording shows… five minutes before takeoff, the captain had already received a warning!"
"Someone anonymously reported that the plane's landing gear had been tampered with, and the oxygen system had been cut off!"
"Because the caller's voice was mocking, the captain thought it was a prank, so he didn't report it to the control tower."
第2章
"And that tipster was you."
I wasn't surprised they'd figured it out.
"So what?"
"I called the cops and saved a bunch of people—and in the end, those idiots wouldn't listen. Insisted on boarding anyway and flying to their deaths."
"How is that my fault?"
Joel Lambert's jaw tightened. "Then why didn't you explain? Why didn't you tell us the truth?"
"Whether you believe me is your problem."
"All I know is that everyone who walked past me onto that plane is dead."
Early the next morning, Detective Harper brought me a boxed meal.
"Your family's here."
"Who?" I asked between bites.
"Your parents. And your fiancé."
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, studying me.
"Savannah Pruitt, I really can't figure out what kind of person you are."
"Your fiancé's name is Sebastian Finch, right? Good-looking guy. Senior engineer at the airline."
"He's outside right now, finding you a lawyer."
"Fine. Let him in."
"I have something to say to him."
Sebastian Finch walked in wearing a tailored suit, his face tight with concern.
"Savannah! Are you okay? Did they mistreat you?"
"Don't worry. I'm getting you the best lawyer. I'll have you out of here, I promise."
My parents sat beside him, dabbing at their eyes.
Looking at them, my heart still ached a little.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."
"I'll be out soon. We'll spend the holiday together."
Then I turned to Sebastian and let out a cold laugh.
"Sebastian, you can drop the act."
"Deep down, you must be thrilled right now."
He froze.
"Savannah, what are you talking about? We're getting married. Why would I—"
"I said drop it." I cut him off. "You sabotaged that plane's landing gear, didn't you?"
His expression shifted instantly.
Not just him—the two officers beside him, my mom and dad—everyone went rigid.
"Savannah! Stop talking crazy!" Mom nearly slid off her chair.
"You wanted me to die on that plane. Make it look like an accident."
"Because that was the only way to collect the massive insurance payout under my name—plus the company's compensation."
"Oh, and that mistress you've been hiding out of town? Was she waiting for this money to have your baby?"
Sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead.
"Savannah, you've been through too much. You're not thinking straight."
"How could I ever hurt you? I'm an engineer. I understand aircraft safety better than anyone—"
"No. You understand better than anyone where it isn't safe." I cut him off with a cold smile.
"You've heard the black box recording by now, haven't you?"
"That 911 call? That was me."
"Because I figured out your plan a long time ago."
"Officer—I'm formally reporting my fiancé, Sebastian Finch. He is a prime suspect in this case."
Sebastian abruptly ended his call, shot to his feet, and headed for the door.
"What's wrong? Feeling guilty?"
I pressed against the glass, watching him flee like the coward he was. Satisfaction surged through me.
"Savannah Pruitt, your fiancé is an engineer—yes, he has access to the aircraft. But that doesn't make him the killer!"
Joel Lambert, for once, kept his composure. "Do you have evidence?"
I leaned back in my chair. "Of course I do."
"It's in the watch on his wrist."
"That watch was my wedding gift to him."
"There's a miniature recorder hidden inside."
第3章
"I'm thinking, that day his conversation with someone else in the maintenance shop should've all been recorded, right?"
Joel froze. "You're saying that watch can record audio?"
"Yeah. What, you didn't find that?" I blinked innocently.
"Oh, right."
"Sebastian might not know about that feature."
"As long as you go check that watch, you'll get the answer you want."
Joel immediately turned and rushed out. This time, he didn't call me a lunatic again.
Two hours later, he came back with a dark face.
"SAVANNAH PRUITT! You played me?" He flung the watch onto the table. "The tech unit took it apart. There isn't any recording device inside at all!"
I looked at the watch, torn into pieces, and felt nothing.
"Is that so? That's weird. Maybe I remembered wrong. Sorry."
"How is that possible! With your personality, how could you remember wrong!" Joel scratched his head irritably. "Just how many things are you still hiding from us? If you really know who the killer is, spill it all! Stop playing hide-and-seek! More than two hundred lives! The victims' families are raising hell outside. If we don't solve this case soon, you won't be able to get away from it either!"
I knew there were a lot of people outside who hated me, even wanted to kill me, but I didn't care right now.
"I want to see Sebastian one more time," I said suddenly.
Joel froze. "You want to see him again? Why?"
"Some things are clearer if I ask him face-to-face. Also, I suspect he tampered with that watch. Since you didn't find any recording, that means after he got it, he definitely opened it up and cleaned it out."
Joel looked at me suspiciously. "You're sure?"
"Try it. Do you have a better way?"
He hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. "Fine, I'll bring him in again. But don't play any tricks."
I spread my hands, looking innocent.
When Sebastian was brought into the interrogation room again, his expression was even worse than last time.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" The moment he sat down, he lowered his voice and roared at me. "You ruined me! Do you know what people outside are saying? They're saying I'm a murderer! That I got more than two hundred people killed for money! It's all because of you! You crazy woman!"
I smiled at his face.
"What are you in such a hurry for? If you're upright, you don't fear a crooked shadow. If you didn't do it, what are you afraid of? I just want to ask you—why did you take apart the watch I gave you?"
Sebastian's expression instantly froze. "I... I didn't take it apart!" He looked confused.
"You didn't take it apart? Then that's weird. That night I clearly heard you on the phone in the study, saying things like 'the landing gear is taken care of,' 'the oxygen valve is cut off.' What, did the watch break that perfectly, and it just happened to lose that recording?"
"Shut up!" Sebastian suddenly stood, lunging toward me.
Two officers reacted fast and pinned him down in one move.
"Sit down!" Joel slapped the table and looked at him coldly. "Looks like we need to have a good talk about your study. And that watch of yours. Since Savannah says she heard the recording, we have reason to suspect you were destroying evidence."
Sebastian shook his head frantically, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"No! I swear, no! I never took that watch apart—how could there be a recording device inside?"
"She's framing me! She's insane!"
"I've never killed anyone! I never touched that plane!"
Joel ignored him completely. He turned to another officer. "Go. Get a search warrant."
"Tear his place apart, especially the study."
"And pull all his phone logs and chat records."
Sebastian slumped in his chair, deflated, like someone had ripped out his spine.
He looked at me, eyes burning with venom. "You're ruthless, Savannah."
"But don't think this is enough to take me down."
"Without evidence, you've got nothing."
I let out a cold laugh. "Evidence?"
"Sebastian, did you forget what I do for a living?"
"Data recovery."
"As long as it's still in the cloud somewhere, I can find it."