The next day, Zhang Ruonan sent Song Keke to the airport. Although she really wanted to go with her, she had already used up her vacation in the previous two days, and today she only had half a day to send off the plane.

Standing at the ticket gate, Song Keke smiled and hugged her: "Remember to come and accompany me for two days when you are free." ”

"Okay." Seeing Song Keke walking into the waiting room with his suitcase, Zhang Ruonan turned to leave, his eyes were a little sharp for a moment, and he should also take care of his own affairs - such as the slut who always stumbles on her.

Song Keko bought a cup of coffee and drank it, and there was still half an hour before the boarding, and she could slowly walk to the boarding gate.

Well?

Song Ke subjects are sluggish - on the ceiling of the waiting room...... Lowering her eyes, not paying much attention, she continued to drag her luggage forward. Then he paused, turned and walked towards the cake shop.

There's nothing more healing than a fragrant chocolate sauce cake!

Song Koko thought a little more relaxed as she sat in her first-class seat with her cake and luggage.

"How many times have I~ Mom told you! your psychiatrist, I don't! Need! Want! Gu Yi, who was dressed in casual clothes on the next seat, sneered at his mobile phone: "Silly, fork." "Put...! He's not sick!

Song Keke glanced at him, and opened the cake box without paying much attention - who is not sick now? She picked up a fork and scratched off a piece of cake and put it in her mouth......

"Passengers are very sorry, now the crew has unknown redundant personnel entering, please get off the plane in an orderly manner, the crew will re-check the aircraft body and re-check the ticket. We apologize for the impact this may cause, and please be patient. ”

The radio was repeated over and over again, and the cake on Song Koko's fork "snapped" back into the box - who would tell her, is she crazy or the world is crazy?!

I saw a man-tall, slimy, wet white calloon, firmly glued to the roof of the cabin by worm silk with crystal slime.

No, and not only that...... Song Keke picked up his backpack and rushed off the plane, his back soaked in cold sweat in an instant.

The same broadcast was played over and over again on the stereo, but the voice of the flight attendant on the radio became more and more eerie, the voice became more and more mechanical, and it seemed that there was a woman's terrifying scream in the background.

The most terrifying thing is not that, the waiting room and the cabin, which were extremely lively a minute ago, suddenly fell silent at some point.

It's a joke, right? In such a place......

Song Koko took a deep breath, her high heels almost silently stomped on the ground, and she pulled out two things from the side of her backpack - a black hairpin less than a foot long and a small makeup mirror.

Standing in the corner outside the cabin door, Song Keke raised the mirror slightly and looked into the cabin-

There was no one, not even the cocoon was gone.

Song Keke lightly put the mirror back in his bag, clenched the hairpin with his right hand, and carefully moved towards the waiting room.

This is a big deal...... With her many years of experience in writing essays, I guarantee that this matter will definitely be a big deal.

The airport radio is still repeating over and over again, or in other words, all the sound equipment in the airport is repeating the same broadcast content over and over again.

Song Keke shuddered, and his skin stirred up small particles, was it an illusion? It seems to be getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, Song Keke's hand holding the hairpin burst into green tendons, what did she see! In her constricted pupils, the mirror diagonally opposite was reflected.

And in the mirror, it was reflected that there was a floating one in the distance, no, it wasn't floating...... Song Keke's hand holding the hairpin moved slightly, and the hairpin was split in half from the middle and turned into two short daggers like spikes.

In the distance, the strange white mask seemed to be carried around by an unseen person, pausing for a moment, as if searching for something.

Song Keke quietly retreated along the gate passage, but she didn't want to suddenly feel the hem of her clothes being moved, so frightened that she almost screamed subconsciously.

Suppressing the cry that was about to break out, Song Keke looked back, cold sweat broke out on his back again, and there was only one sentence lingering in his heart-

Damn, classic bridge.

A little boy looked at her with tears in his eyes, his hand was still tightly pinching the hem of her clothes, his little body trembled slightly, and he said to her with his mouth: I'm afraid.

Rub, in the end, save or not......