Dai Lavi poured coffee powder into the filter paper, and then put the filter paper into the kettle to beat the machine, and soon it came out and smacked.
"I told him you were still sleeping," she said. "He told me not to wake you."
"What?"
"He said you must get well, and he was right."
"I am healthy," Ann Navach stubbornly retorted.
Actually, he wasn’t so sure about it. When the jumping gray whale collided with DHC2, it crashed into the right wing of the plane. The sharpshooter Danny didn’t return to the cabin when he didn’t find his body. When the plane crashed, Ann Navach ejected from a side door. Thanks to the fact that the side door was open, he couldn’t remember everything, and he couldn’t remember how his severe knee sprain was caused. He didn’t regain consciousness until he came to the dark marmot boat and woke up with severe pain.
Then he saw Dai Lavi lying there. He couldn’t care less about the pain. She looked as if she was dead. Before he came to fear, people told him that she wasn’t dead. She was luckier than him. The pilot’s body became her cushion to cushion the impact force. She drifted out of the wreckage of the sinking plane, and the small plane was filled with water in a blink of an eye. The employees of the Marmota pulled Ann Navach and Dai Lavi out of the water, but the pilot and his DHC2 disappeared into the sea forever.
Although it was a tragedy, the operation was a success. Danny successfully set up the transmitter. The 24-hour video data of Pu’s plane tracked the whales showed that those animals did not cause the attack. Ann Navach knew that these records had been sent to john ford in the morning, and the National Space Research Center had received the telemetry data of Lucy’s back speedometer. If the plane hadn’t crashed in the end, they would have reason to clap each other’s shoulders to celebrate.
But the reality is just the opposite. It’s getting more and more horrible. More and more people have died. Others have survived twice. Maybe his anger against the gray wolf has burned out all other feelings. He must deal with stringer’s death well. Now, two days after the crash, he feels very uncomfortable, like being attacked by a disease that has been suppressed for many years and requires a breakthrough. Its symptoms are lack of confidence, self-doubt and disturbing fatigue. But Ann Navach doesn’t believe this. There must be something else that makes him feel dizzy from time to time, chest pain and panic frequently since he was thrown out of the wreckage of the plane.
No, he’s not healthy. A sprained knee is not the real problem. Ann Navach feels hurt in the deepest part of her heart.
Yesterday, he almost fell asleep all day. David, Schumacher and the captains of the speedboat came to visit him. Ford also called many times to find out about him. When Alicia Delavi was urged to leave vancouver island by her parents and a large number of acquaintances-even a close friend came directly to confirm a two-year relationship-people who sympathized with Ann Navach’s fate seemed to be limited to colleagues.
He fell ill and he knew that no doctor could help him.
Dai Lavi put a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of him and looked at him through the blue lens. Ann Navach took a sip and burned her tongue, and asked for a mobile phone.
"Can I ask you something personal, Leon?" She said
He shook his head "later"
"What is important?"
Ann Navach shrugged and dialed the Ford number.
"We haven’t finished reading it," said the curator. "Don’t have a good rest."
"You told Alicia to tell me what I thought."
"After reading all the information, most of us chatted. Before you came here specially, we would rather read the others first, so maybe you don’t have to come over then."
"Well, when will you finish reading it?"
"I don’t know if the four of us are sitting next to the belt and giving us two hours without three. It’s best if I let you fly over after noon. Isn’t it great? This is the advantage of the crisis command. There is a helicopter on standby at any time. Ford laughed. We are not used to it. He paused. I have something else to do for you, but I didn’t say it at the moment, but you’d better call Rod Pam.
"Pam? What? "
"He discussed it with Nanaimo and the Institute of Ocean Science an hour ago. You can also talk to Sue Oliveira, but I think Pam might be more suitable."
"Mom, John! Since there is something, why didn’t anyone call and tell me? "
"I want to wait until you get enough sleep."
Gloomily, Ann Navach ended the call and called Pam, the strawberry island research director, to answer the phone immediately.
"ah!" He shouted, "Did Ford talk to you?"
"I told him something. It is said that you met something that caused a sensation in the world. Why didn’t you call me?"
"Everyone knows you need a rest."
"What nonsense"
"I’m just waiting for you to sleep enough."
"This is the second time I’ve heard it in one minute. No, the third time. If you count Lydia, I’ll say it again. I’m fine."
"Why don’t you come here?" Pam suggested.
"By boat?"
"Just a few hundred meters. Everything is normal in the bay."
"Okay, I can be there in ten minutes."
"Great. See you later."
Dai Lavi looked at him from her coffee cup and frowned. "Any news?"
"The whole world regards me as someone who needs to take care of me," Ann Navach scolded.
"That’s not what I meant."
He got up and pulled the drawer to find a clean shirt. "They obviously found something in Nanaimo," he muttered.
"What did you find?" Dai Lavi asked
"I don’t know"
"oh"
"I’m going to Rod Pam’s," he said hesitantly. "If you are interested, you can go with me sometimes. Want to go?"
"Do you want to take me? I’m so honored. "