Did you think emptying out the supermarket was the end of it? No, that was only the first step. He still had plenty of things to prepare.
But it was already 12:30 in the afternoon. He decided to find somewhere to fill his stomach first. He found a restaurant by the roadside and, to save time, had a simple American Chinese meal: a hamburger, roast beef, fried chicken nuggets, and freshly squeezed juice.
To Jiang Hao, a master chef, this stuff was really only enough to fill his stomach. There was nothing delicious about it.
A flat-screen TV hung on the restaurant wall, broadcasting the news. Jiang Hao ate while watching, because the news was covering yesterday's plane crash.
There were still salvage vessels working on the lake. A reporter stood by the shore, holding a microphone. "Last night, the black box was recovered and sent to the Federal Aviation Administration for data analysis. The FAA will release a report later."
"All 155 bodies have now been recovered. American Airlines has notified the families to come over. There was only one survivor in this crash, a Chinese international student. It is understood that he is currently in good condition and remains in the hospital for treatment."
"As you can see, there are still salvage vessels on the lake behind me. They are recovering the plane wreckage and the passengers' personal belongings. Once the belongings are recovered, the families will be asked to identify and claim them..."
Watching the television footage, Jiang Hao paused in the middle of eating. Countless thoughts suddenly surfaced in his mind. Was he being hunted by Death, and had these people been implicated because of him? Or was this crash supposed to happen anyway, with him simply placed into it?
That was truly hard to determine.