"Did you have any special circumstances last night?" Early the next morning, in the Mitsubishi off-road vehicle heading to the airport, Ling Feng asked out loud.

Vivien said, "What's the special situation? What does that mean, exactly? ”

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "For example, strange people, inexplicable phone calls or something, have you encountered them?" ”

"Yes." Vivien gave a very crisp answer.

Ling Feng's heart moved, "When?" What kind of strange people? ”

"You." Vivien said, "You're weird. ”

Ling Feng, "......"

Gatosha said lightly: "You treated me for a gunshot wound and I slept until dawn, and I didn't encounter any of the situations you mentioned." What, did you meet someone and get any strange phone calls? ”

"Forget it." Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile, "Probably because I was too nervous during this time, I had hallucinations. ”

"Didn't you say you'd take me to the best and best psychiatric hospital when I got back to England? When you send me there, you can also find a psychiatric doctor to have a look. Vivien said.

"Well, I'll make an appointment with their best specialist." Ling Feng smiled.

Vivian gave Ling Feng a blank look, then ignored him and drove her car intently. The car would be discarded after it arrived at Gandhi Airport, but it was a drizzle of waste to do things for Ling Feng.

The boarding was very smooth, and the fake passport used by Gatosha was the kind of high-end goods that were so fake that they could be used seriously, and the airport's detection system did not find any fault at all, and they were directly released.

With the roar of the huge engines, a Boeing 747 passenger plane rushed up from the runway, rushed to Yunfeng, and flew west.

The trip to India was over, but what Ling Feng was left with was an unforgettable memory.

He obtained the Book of Heavenly Voices and cracked the secrets of the Immortal Script and the Immortal Pill. However, his hands were also stained with blood, and he killed a dozen monks in the temple of the goddess Kali. Although those monks were all cultists, they all had more than a dozen lives. This kind of thing, before he did it, he wouldn't even think about it, let alone do it.

"Who was that woman last night? Friend or foe? Anyway, instead of thinking about questions that can't be answered, I'd better use this time to look at Father John Borg's human skin. Ling Feng didn't think about the mysterious woman last night, he took it from his backpack. He took out his leather book.

Mobile phones are not allowed on the plane, but after two days of translation and study, he has mastered some of the characters of the Immortal Clan, and it should not be a problem to understand some superficial content after a cursory look.

As early as when Hua Guo left for India, he wrapped the human skin cover of the human skin book in brown paper, so even if he read it on an occasion such as an airplane, others would only think that he was reading an ordinary book, not some human skin book.

Vivian, who was sitting next to Ling Feng, glanced at Ling Feng, then closed her eyes and went to recuperate.

Ling Feng looked at it quietly, some of the words of the Immortal Clan were recognized, and some were not, which made it very difficult for him to read. However, by connecting the jumping immortal characters, he could also guess some of the meanings depicted in the book.

The first page is an overview of the author. The author's name should be among them, but without the comparative translation of the Book of Heavenly Voices, Ling Feng didn't know his name.

Part of the meaning of this summary is that Ling Feng has some understanding, and the author's gist is that he sits in front of an oil lamp and reminisces about the past. And then part of it had to do with sailing, and what bearded captains and stuff like that.

"What kind of mess is this?" Ling Feng looked confused.

Father John Borg lost his life for this book, and now it seems that it is a book of travelogues or memoirs by some boring author. If that's the case, it's overvalued.

"No, if it's an ordinary author, he wouldn't have the words of the Immortal Clan, right? Also, one of the purposes of the Jealousy Cult sent a killer to kill Father John Borg was to take away the book, and if it had no value, why would the Jealousy Cult send someone to rob it? Well, it certainly has its value, and I'll have to translate it in its entirety when I get back to England and see what it says. Ling Feng's heart made up his mind.

"Sir, do you need something?" An Indian flight attendant pulled up next to Ling Feng's seat with a dining cart in front of her, smiling. She was beautiful, and the little red dot on her forehead added a bit of beauty to her pretty and feminine.

"Just give me a glass of water." Ling Feng said casually.

"Yes, yes, sir." The stewardess poured Ling Feng a glass of water, and then held it in both hands and placed it on the small dining table in front of Ling Feng. Then, she pushed the table and left.

Ling Feng continued to read his book, but the more he looked down, the more words of the Immortal Clan he didn't know, and in the end, he could find two or three words he knew throughout the text. He couldn't continue his reading, so he put away the book and picked up his glass.

The water in the quilt is so clear that you can see the bottom of the glass at a glance. It was also this very good sense of transparency that Ling Feng, who was about to drink water, suddenly found that there seemed to be a small note attached to the bottom of the cup, and there were several vague Chinese characters on the note.

His heart moved, and he reached out and peeled off the small note that was sticking to the bottom of the cup.

The note read: Stop it, or you'll die.

Is this a warning or a piece of advice?

It was difficult to distinguish from the literal meaning, Ling Feng then raised his head and looked for the stewardess who poured water for him in the cabin, but there was no longer the stewardess in the cabin.

Ling Feng's gaze swept over the passengers in the cabin, observing everyone. The person who could have given him this note on the plane could not have been outside the plane, and that person was also on this plane!

If it's not the flight attendant, it's a certain passenger, who will it be?

Last night's phone call, today's note, Ling Feng couldn't ignore that woman's deposit anymore.

IT TOOK HIM SEVERAL MINUTES BEFORE HE LOOKED AT THE PASSENGERS IN THE FIRST CLASS CABIN, SOME OF THEM WERE READING BOOKS, SOME WERE LISTENING TO MUSIC ON THEIR IPADS, SOME WERE SLEEPING, AND THEY WERE DOING THEIR OWN THINGS, AND THEY ALL LOOKED NORMAL.

After observing the first-class passengers, Ling Feng stood up from his seat and walked in the direction of the cockpit. The toilet on the airliner is right next to the cockpit, and the flight attendants' workspaces are also in that area. The flight attendant who poured water for him was probably in the flight attendant's workshop, found her, and might be able to ask for some clues.

There is not much space for flight attendants to work, and you can see it at a glance. Several flight attendants were preparing meals inside, some preparing drinks and beverages, and some putting food boxes in the food truck.

"Sir, do you need me to do something for you?" A flight attendant spotted Ling Feng looking around at the door.

Ling Feng had already looked at every flight attendant, but unfortunately he didn't find the flight attendant who was pushing the food cart to pour water for him just now. Although he only glanced at the other party, he was very impressed by the beauty and eyes of the other party, so if she was here, he would recognize it at a glance, but no.

"That's right, I'm looking for a colleague of yours." Ling Feng said: "She is about one meter seven or five tall, with a melon seed face, and her eyes are very big and bright......

Before he could finish describing, one of the flight attendants pursed her lips and laughed, "Sir, are you soaking one of us?" The girls standing in front of you are all 1.75 meters tall with big and bright eyes, as for the melon seed face, do you think I am the kind of face shape you are looking for? ”

Several flight attendants immediately laughed, staring at Ling Feng one by one without shying away, looking at him from head to toe.

It is not surprising that a sunny and handsome little fresh meat type man like Ling Feng is molested by a woman.

Ling Feng smiled awkwardly, "A few young ladies, I'm serious, she poured me a glass of water just now, I have something very important to ask her, can you tell me where she is?" ”

A flight attendant looked at him with strange eyes, "Sir, are you sure you saw one of our colleagues pour water for you?" ”

Ling Feng nodded, "yes, it happened about five minutes ago. ”

The other flight attendant also looked at Ling Feng with a strange look, "Sir, are you sure you're not dazzled?" ”

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't mind these beautiful spaces teasing him, but everything had a degree, and it would make people uncomfortable after that.

Seeing Ling Feng frowning, the flight attendant who asked Ling Feng if he was dazzled followed and said, "Sir, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be disrespectful. I would like to tell you that the plane has just taken off and we are not yet ready to deliver drinks and meals. In fact, you're standing in front of all the attendants on this flight, and we're not even starting to start the kind of service you're talking about. ”

Ling Feng was stunned on the spot.

All the flight attendants on this passenger plane were in front of him, but the flight attendant he was looking for was not here, and what was even more strange was that they hadn't started to deliver water and food at all! So, who was the flight attendant who just poured water for him? Where is she?

This is another extremely bizarre event, even more bizarre than that inexplicable phone call last night.

A flight attendant smiled and said, "Sir, if you want a phone number, come back when you arrive in London, I will think about it and may promise you." ”

Several flight attendants giggled.

Ling Feng blushed with embarrassment, and he said, "I'm sorry, I'm really dazzled, I just woke up, probably I saw someone in a dream, disturb, goodbye." With that, he walked away quickly.

"Do you see, what an interesting little man, and he blushes with shame." Behind her, a flight attendant said with a smile.

Several flight attendants laughed again, they didn't take what Ling Feng said to heart at all.

Ling Feng walked towards the economy class.

Gatosha, who was sitting in front of his seat, seemed to sense something, she looked straight at Ling Feng, although she didn't say anything, her eyes were already asking Ling Feng what had happened.

Ling Feng shook his head at her, motioning her to leave it alone, and then walked past her and went straight into the economy class.

In this matter, even if she sued Sù Katosha, she would not be able to help much.

Economy class has a higher number of passengers, and the space between seats is small, making it crowded. The passengers are not as glamorous and decent as the first-class passengers, so it looks a bit "three-minded" and the picture is more complicated.

Ling Feng's gaze quickly swept over each passenger's face, and after a few minutes, he came to a conclusion, there was no woman in the economy class who poured water for him just now, there was no space, and there was not a single female passenger similar to her.

Back in his seat, Ling Feng's mood couldn't be relaxed.

What's going on here?