During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation.

On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head.

The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads.

While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window.

Five… Four… Three… Two… One.

When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us.

I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body.

It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

When I arrived at the departure hall, I could not walk, as my legs had turned to jelly. Someone had to hold my arm.

My family thought that the car accident had traumatized me.

I was trapped alone in my head with the immense terror over my imminent death and my suspicion toward my husband.

He had booked the exact same flight as us. Why would he survive while my family and I would die?

The suspicion deepened as we checked in.

“Sir, your passport has expired. You can’t board the flight.”

I never once took my eyes off my husband’s face. When he heard that he could not check in, a hint of glee flickered in his eyes.

We were going overseas for this trip. I had already reminded him to check his passport a month ago. How could his passport just coincidentally expire?

My husband stared at me apologetically.

“I’m sorry, my passport has expired. I can’t go on this trip with you. Don’t worry, even though I’m not going, I’ll cover all of your travel expenses.”

Everyone would be pleased to hear his words. My parents did. They kept praising me for marrying a good man.

However, when I heard that, my suspicion skyrocketed.

My husband was usually very frugal. One might even call him stingy. He would call a cup of coffee a waste of money.

Would such a person volunteer to cover my family’s expenses?

It was impossible!

Unless, of course, he already knew that he would not have to spend that money!

When I thought of that, I snatched my father’s passport before he could pass it to the airport ground staff. I smiled apologetically to the staff. “Sorry, we won’t be checking in.”

Just when I thought I had escaped death, I realized the numbers on top of our heads did not change. We would still die in six hours!

The fear of death overwhelmed me again.

My face was pale as I stood stiffly in front of the counter. The people queuing behind me were grumbling impatiently.

When I met my parents’ concerned gazes, I forced myself to calm down and continued observing.

The people checking in after us all had different numbers on their heads. It also meant that this flight would not be the death of us. Something else was going to kill us.

When I thought of that, I tried to leave the airport. However, when I was just about to head out, the number on my head immediately turned to two hours. This meant that if I left the airport, I would only have two hours left to live.

I helplessly went back to the departure hall to look for a chance to survive.

I was tense as a rod as I sat on the chair. I wrapped my arms around myself as cold sweat drenched my hair.

My parents realized something was wrong. They tacitly agreed not to bother me.

Even my husband had caught on to my odd behavior. He stared at me silently.

I quickly flipped through all the clues in my head.

Firstly, was it a coincidence that my husband’s passport had expired? If it was a coincidence, then what would have caused his sudden generosity?

Next, I would die quicker if I left the airport. What did that mean?

Would there be an accident outside the airport? Was the murderer hiding in some corner?

What was the difference between the departure hall and the outside?

When I was deep in thought, I suddenly spotted the security checkpoint from my peripheral vision.

How could I forget?! Airports always had security checks. The murderer would be unable to bring any weapons in!

When I realized that, my tense back relaxed a little. This meant that I would be temporarily safe if I did not leave the airport.

I wanted to continue combing through the clues. However, regardless of how I racked my brains, I could not find any other clue.

Frustrated, I stood up and went to the washroom. When I was washing my hands, through the mirror, I noticed something on the floor of the washroom cubicle.

It was a pair of masculine, large feet.

I met the person’s gaze.

When I saw him, he did not avoid my gaze. Instead, he opened the door of the cubicle and held his hand over my mouth. He prepared to drag me into the cubicle.

He was very strong, and he was very hairy. I almost fainted from his body odor.

I kicked and tried to resist his attack. However, my eyes widened after he said something, and I stopped resisting.

“Your younger brother is with me. Don’t try anything if you want him to live.”

My younger brother? I was the only daughter.

My instincts told me that I probably could find the truth of my imminent death through this. I let him drag me into the cubicle.

He tried to tear my clothes off me, but I used my hairpin as a weapon and pressed it against his throat.

When he was forcefully dragging me, my hair was all messed up. I took the opportunity to hide my hairpin in my palm, just in case I had a chance to use it.

“What did you do to my younger brother?” I tried to probe for more information, but I suddenly smelled piss.

The kidnapper was pleading with me in a trembling voice.

“I… I’m innocent. I only heard that your father was making a call, saying that he would fulfil the deal once he had gathered enough money. He was begging the kidnapper not to hurt his son.

“I’m truly innocent. I just thought that you’re pretty, so I wanted to use this chance to try my luck.”

When did my father have a son?

Who was he dealing with?

Several questions filled my brain. While I was distracted, the kidnapper escaped.

However, I did not have the energy to think about him. I just wanted to find out the truth.

When I returned to the departure hall, my father was chatting happily with my husband. When my mother wanted to join the conversation, he chastised her.

As I watched how my parents interacted, some details from our daily lives that I previously overlooked suddenly became clear in my mind.

My mother had a miscarriage once. It was a male fetus that was almost due to be born. Because she was older when she was pregnant, the doctor had removed her uterus when they were saving her life.

From then on, my family was in constant discord. My parents kept fighting, and our quality of life had lowered.

I initially thought that a combination of some business failings and losing a child had caused my father’s temperament to change. However, when he was talking to my husband, he still acted like the gentle, refined, successful businessman that he used to be.

During dinner, I had complained to my father that my husband was too stingy with me. I had expected him to take my side, but instead, he scolded me unhappily.

“Your boyfriend is right. Drinking a cup of coffee every week is a waste. You’re too much. This proves that men are far better at running a home than women.”

Because of that, I threw a huge tantrum. My father had promised to buy me some jewelry to apologize to me.

I recalled my father buying a necklace and a watch. I was wearing the necklace, but that watch seemed to have gone missing.

When I thought about the kidnapper’s words and my father’s recent behavior, a ridiculous conclusion formed in my mind.

My father had an affair, and he had an illegitimate son.

The illegitimate son was kidnapped. Did that kidnapper have anything to do with our deaths?

I had less than six hours left. I really wanted to ask my father to come clean, but I was afraid of alerting the wrong party. Just when I was hesitating, a group of armed security suddenly surrounded me.

“We found Joe Smith’s body in the washroom. The surveillance footage showed that you were the only one who went to the washroom during that time. Please cooperate with us in our investigation.”

My family and I were detained in the security office. I was singled out for interrogation.

“Miss Claire White, the surveillance footage showed that you had gone to the washroom twenty-three minutes ago. After you came out of the washroom, the hairpin on your head had disappeared.

“We found the hairpin in a trash can here, in this airport. The lab tests came back with your DNA on it. Besides, the shape of the hairpin is a perfect match to the lethal wound on Joe’s dead body.

“The evidence is apparent. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Of course, I would not admit to things that I had never done.

“Sir, I’ve been framed. Indeed, I saw him in the washroom. He was trying to assault me at that time, and he ran away after I threatened him with my hairpin. However, I did not see him after that.”

The policeman unhappily tapped a finger on the table after hearing my denial.

“Ms. White, if you don’t own up to your crime, your punishment will be even more severe.

“Besides, you bought tickets overseas, but you suddenly refused to check in. We have strong reason to believe this murder was premeditated.”

I shook my head vigorously. Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Someone was pulling strings from behind the scenes.

The motive and time of the crime were aligned with what was shown on the surveillance footage. There was even evidence to prove that I was the murderer. The plan had been well thought out.

Besides, when Joe was running away, it clearly showed that he still had thirty years to live on his head.

If I could not find any evidence to prove my innocence, I would be framed as a murderer.

Wait, evidence! Where did the police get my hairpin?

That was right!

“Sir, after I threatened him with my hairpin, I had placed it back in my bag. How would it appear in a trash can? You can search my bag if you don’t believe me.”

After the police left to check my bag and returned, he shook his head at the policeman who was interrogating me. They exchanged a few words in a low voice.

The police seated in the middle suddenly slammed the table and glared furiously at me.

“You’re still making up excuses! We’ve thoroughly examined your bag, but the hairpin is not there.

“Besides, your act of murder has already been recorded and posted online. Why are you still denying it?”

“Impossible! I really placed the hairpin back into my bag. Before I was captured, I passed my bag to my mother.”

Besides, when Joe tried to assault me, there was certainly no one else around. Otherwise, he would have run away instead of continuing to force himself upon me.

The police passed his phone before me after seeing that I was unwilling to own up to the crime. I could clearly see the video playing on his phone.

In the video, the face of the woman was covered by her hoodie, but from some angles, she did appear to resemble me.

Besides, we were both wearing white hoodies, black pants, and white sneakers. We even wore the same bracelet and earrings.

It showed that the person only had six hours left to live, too.

For a moment, I thought that I might have died in the car accident on the way here.

Was I hallucinating before death when I saw the numbers on everyone’s head? Did I hallucinate killing someone, too?

I sat on the chair, dumbfoundedly, without saying a word.

Just when the police thought that I was about to admit my crime, I suddenly thought of something and said to the police.

“I can admit to the crime, but before this, I want to talk to my parents and my husband separately.”

The number over my head had decreased. I had to try my luck.

Firstly, I met my mother. When I saw her, she advised me to admit to the crime.

“Claire, just admit that you’ve done it. I promise I’ll find the best lawyer to bail you out. I won’t let you stay inside for too long.”

I found her words particularly odd.

She used to be overly protective of me because she had once lost another child.

Why would she ask me to admit to the crime before asking for more details?