The plane was still flying, and the captain was still calling the ground command center.

The passengers are still whispering in private, and the flight attendant Xiao Zhu has become the first victim of this flight.

A steady stream of blood piled up in her lungs, taking away her right to breathe little by little.

Amid the roar of the engines, the fragmentary sound of glass marbles, nearby passengers and flight attendants could hear her breathing louder and louder—not her vitality and vitality, but the opposite.

With each breath, she will need to exert more and more force, but the result of each breath is less and less oxygen.

Iron blue gradually crept up her face, and her eyes were already breathing hard and protruding slightly, making her originally delicate face so hideous.

The purser had no choice but to hold her in his arms with tears in his eyes, crying silently.

Several flight attendants forgot about their duties for a moment and silently stared at their former colleagues.

In a short, high-pitched breath,

Her hand softened.

It was at this time that the bald man who had been ignored finally woke up.

In a jolt, he was in a coma, and in the confusion, he was finally placed in an empty seat by a kind passenger, and he also thoughtfully helped him fasten his seat belt.

However, he had just woken up and glanced around a little dazedly, then he was furious again, unfastened his seat belt a few times, and then questioned the purser who was holding Xiao Zhu, "What's the matter with you!" ”

He strode out of his seat, then walked to the purser, "I want you to apologize to me for this flight!" ”

It's just that he didn't seem to notice the inconspicuous glass marbles under his feet......

Yes!

A hurried shout.

Then, with a heavy, muffled thud, the screaming came to an abrupt end.

Yu Zhao saw the bald man step on a few glass marbles, the marbles rolled up, and then the bald man accidentally slipped.

It stands to reason that slipping and falling is at most a pain in the buttocks, and it is not a big deal.

But after adding glass marbles, he lost his center of gravity and fell down almost lying flat.

With Yu Zhao's eyesight and reaction, he naturally saw the glass marbles that were still scattered on the ground not far away.

Then, as expected, in Yu Zhao's frowning, the back of the bald man's head slammed heavily on a glass marble.

There was an inaudible crunch.

The bald man's exclamation was his last words, and his eyes glared angrily, but the life in his eyes faded quickly.

The doctor didn't know at first, but it wasn't until a few seconds later that he noticed that the bald man hadn't stood up, and that something seemed wrong.

But by this time, it was too late.

By the time the doctor came to the bald man, the bald man had stopped breathing, and the doctor saw the bloody hole in the back of his head, which was slowly flowing blood, silently staining the blanket on the ground.

Perhaps because of the strong momentum, the glass marbles on the ground completely sank into the back of his head, and even destroyed part of the brain tissue, which was the direct cause of his death.

The doctor's face froze, he stiffened his head and told the flight attendants, as well as the passengers who were paying attention to him.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and everything is silent.

Another human life, another person died inexplicably.

Will there be the next unlucky one?

Who will be next?

Everyone was in an uproar, and the discussion couldn't be suppressed.

Everyone is an ordinary person, and they all think that this is just a short journey in their lives, but no one can imagine that this journey will seem to be the end of their lives?!

Two people have died inexplicably in a row, and next, whether more people will die, no one knows.

But none of them are stupid, and no one wants to be the third to die.

Especially, it's inexplicable to die like this.

Yu Zhao silently calculated, not counting the pilots, there were at least nearly fifty people in the cabin, and it seemed a bit slow to die one by one......

Because as mentioned in the previous routine notice, this is only a short flight, and the duration is only two hours.

And for now......

He glanced at the wrist of his right hand, which was clearly marked that he was nearly a third of the way through the journey.

At this rate of death, he did have some confidence that he would survive this flight, with ......

He glanced at Jia Ren, who was still holding the vomit bag, and continued to observe the situation in the cabin quietly.

This Jia Ren, who looks exactly like him, also needs to be saved, and he is very suspicious that the company will do something to Jia Ren.

Wait, Yu Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly raised his arm and looked at his face through the glass of the watch.

Although the display on the watch is not very clear, Yu Zhao can still see that the face reflected on the glass is not his original face.

Now it seems to be in control of another body?

Or did the company make a slight change in the appearance of the body?

Yu Zhao pondered as he silently checked the situation around him, trying to exclude some fatal factors as much as possible.

Although he has the talent of "shit luck", but Jia Ren doesn't, if he is inexplicably killed by the company's program effect, who will Yu Zhao talk to?

However, at this time, his aimless gaze actually inexplicably caught up with a traveler?

What made Yu Zhao even more puzzled was that this traveler actually nodded at him slightly?

What's going on?

Yu Zhao also bowed his head slightly as if nothing had happened, which was considered a response to the passenger, but his heart tightened.

He didn't know the traveler at all!

Why did he still nod at him?

Is that traveler crazy or stupid?

Yu Zhao quickly recalled, and once again confirmed that the traveler was indeed looking at him at that time, and the slight nodding action was indeed done for him.

The flight seemed to be getting more and more wrong......

At this point, however, the situation changed again.

"Who's bringing the glass marbles!" The doctor couldn't control his emotions anymore, and gently put down the body of the bald man, looked around the cabin, and yelled loudly.

No one could have imagined that someone would be so strange that they would bring a box full of glass marbles on the plane and not check it in!

The people in the cabin were silent, and no one responded.

"Who the hell is it!" The doctor was furious, his slightly sleek face filled with out-of-place rage.

A few pairs of eyes betrayed the middle-aged woman who was huddled in the corner, shivering.

The doctor watched his steps, slowly walked to the middle-aged woman's seat, and looked down at the middle-aged woman condescendingly.

The people around silently watched the scene in front of them, no one said anything to stop them, and the purser was still holding Xiao Zhu in her arms at this time.

Several flight attendants on the side glanced at each other, exchanged glances, and finally did not intervene.

The middle-aged woman curled up in fear and apologized incessantly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to, I just want to ......"

At this time, the fuselage suddenly encountered a strong air flow again, and rolled uncontrollably!

The half-emptied suitcase rolled over and slammed into one of the windowpanes!

The high-strength glass barely blocked the sudden attack, but the glass windows were already crawling with cobweb-like cracks.

At this time, Jia Ren, who was struggling to support it, finally couldn't support it anymore, and began to vomit with a "wow" sound after a roll, and the disgusting sour smell spread in the cabin.

And this sour smell also caused some other people in the vicinity to feel unwell, and for a while, as if it would be contagious, several people began to vomit one after another.

The flight attendants had to put aside unnecessary thoughts and start taking care of the passengers who were feeling unwell.

At this time, the pilot had to bite the bullet and inform the purser again: "Until now, we have not contacted the ground command center......"

It has been more than 20 minutes since I found out that I was missing, but under the continuous attempts to contact, I have not succeeded in contacting even a second!

Even the captain had the illusion that the plane was not equipped with a communication transmitter at all!

After such a long period of missing contact, people should be aware of it, right?

But why is there still no information?

The cold sweat in the captain's head grew more and more.

Strictly speaking, they have deviated from their original course.

Switching to manual mode, coupled with multiple consecutive rolls, shaking, strong air currents, and no computer-assisted positioning, the captain didn't know whether to continue driving.

Until this time, the faces of the two pilots instantly turned much paler, and cold sweat poured out like money.

They found that the computer system on the plane seemed to have a small glitch.

Positioning system, I haven't updated the information for a long time......

This means that they don't know exactly where the plane is flying now, or what altitude it should be at, let alone whether there are passenger planes nearby......

If two planes collide because of a route problem, then the fun will be great.

The probability of surviving the collision is infinitely equal to about zero.

Considering what could have happened in the cabin, the two pilots wisely did not share this important information with the purser.

Because they know that once they tell the purser, it means that the passengers around them can hear it.

As for finding a reason for the purser to stay in a small corner?

This practice of not having three hundred taels of silver here will only further arouse the dissatisfaction of the travelers.

They can only pray that nothing extra will happen.

But, is this possible?