Jiang Tian didn't take this Fang Jinyu to heart, and soon, his interest was attracted by those flying machines again.

The so-called flying machine competition is only two competitions, altitude and speed.

Altitude is higher than who can fly. Speed is less time than who gets to their destination.

The aircraft started on the boulder in the sand, and ended on the opposite shore downstream, about 5,000 meters in a straight line. The total score is the algebraic sum of the high ranking and the speed ranking. The algebra and the smallest are the champions of this aircraft competition.

For safety, each competitor is equipped with a parachute. Equipped with the latest pneumatic reducers, the parachutes are highly advanced and can be opened at a minimum height of 120 meters, allowing for a safe landing in six to seven seconds and are easy to operate.

The organizer also distributed a breathing apparatus equipped with a walkie-talkie to each contestant to prevent the contestants from suffocating in the high vacancy.

Considering the possibility of aircraft malfunctioning, the organizers specially arranged the race to fly across the river, and at the same time deployed a large number of rescue personnel on the river section of the track to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Due to the limited venue but the large number of participants, in order to avoid "crashes" in the air, the contestants need to compete one by one, and the order is determined by drawing.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, but Jiang Tian found a strange phenomenon: some of the politicians on the side of the stands. I don't know when all the government officials "disappeared", and Jiang Cheng was also not in the stands, and a small number of seats were vacant.

"It seems likely that it was a confidential meeting." Jiang Tian thought to himself.

Jiang Tian didn't guess wrong, this was indeed a confidential meeting. But Jiang Tian would not have thought that it was precisely because of this confidential meeting that his fate would be completely rewritten. And he is not the only one, the fate of many people will be turned upside down.

It reopened the secret history of more than 60 years ago, found a twisted and deformed family relationship, and released the "angels" who came with blood and death.

It has brought so many "gifts" in the hope of a return that will destroy humanity.

But that's all for later, so let's move our attention back to the present.

The first player to appear was Wang Zuhao.

Wang Zuhao walked to the take-off area and glanced back at Xiao Fan in the audience, Xiao Fan only glanced at him, and then turned his head with a cold face and stopped looking at him.

Wang Zuhao closed his eyes and sighed calmly, leaned down and fastened his shoelaces, and walked straight towards his flying machine.

After a simple adjustment, Wang Zuhao put on the aircraft on his back, put on an oxygen mask, and stood on the stone platform. Subsequently, he activated the flying machine.

Wang Zuhao's aircraft rose very fast, and after rotating at an altitude of 200 meters for several weeks, it plunged headlong into a higher sky.

All the spectators present let out heartfelt admiration, and even those next players showed admiration.

Gradually, as Wang Zuhao's aircraft flew higher and higher, cold sweat began to break out on the foreheads of the technicians present. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted nervously: "Player 1, player 1, can you hear me?" Your aircraft flies too high, it will be dangerous, its propeller will stall due to the lack of lift in the thin air at such a high altitude, and it will fall, do you hear? Number 1, number 1! ”

No response.

Wang Zuhao and the flying machine slowly turned into a black spot.

Seeing that the instrument in his hand showed that Wang Zuhao's aircraft had exceeded 3,000 meters altitude, the technician almost put the walkie-talkie to his mouth at this time and shouted: "No. 1!" Number 1! Come down, quick! Number 1! ”

Jiang Tian was standing not far from the technician at this time, and when he heard this, he also looked at the sky nervously.

High in the air, Wang Zuhao looked at the ever-growing numbers on the dashboard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The wind around me was very strong, and my eyes were blown and hurt.

But Wang Zuhao didn't care about this, he just stared at the dashboard intently.

Finally, the walkie-talkie made a "rustling" sound, and then Wang Zuhao's voice came out.

"I want to fly, I want to fly higher, a little close, just a little bit."

Suddenly, an unexpected situation occurred, and that black dot in the sky suddenly became very small, and then began to fall!

After a while, everyone present saw clearly that Wang Zuhao was falling down with some fragments.

Only then did people realize that Wang Zuhao's flying machine had disintegrated!

The technician sighed, "I told you not to fly so high, but fortunately there is a parachute."

However, as Wang Zuhao's figure became clearer and clearer, he still did not open the parachute.

The technician shouted anxiously: "No. 1, hurry, open the parachute!" Don't tell me you slept! Yes? What the? The technician brought the walkie-talkie to his ear.

After more than ten seconds, it was impartial.

Wang Zuhao slammed it on the stone platform.

His body was like a watermelon that had accidentally fallen to the ground, scattering and splattering on the surrounding beaches and several close spectators.

The audience took a look at the flesh on their bodies, screamed a few times, and ran away like crazy, taking off their clothes as they ran.

Fortunately, the wreckage of the disintegrated aircraft did not fall into the crowd, but fell on the beach and in the water not far from the crowd.

Xiao Fan looked at the stone platform that had been stained with flesh and blood in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that this moment was a farewell.

"Stupid, stupid!" Xiao Fan shouted hoarsely with a crying voice, and then fainted to the ground.

Jiang Tian's face was pale, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, feeling a wave of nausea. The technician next to him was already frightened, sitting on the ground, his body trembling, sweating like rain, but he couldn't say a word, just his eyes were wide.

Ten minutes later, Shen Sen arrived at the scene with the police and pulled up a cordon.

These police officers and medical personnel may never forget this scene. The beaches around the place where Wang Zuhao fell were dyed with red, scattered with large or small flesh and blood. It was almost impossible to find any complete part of Wang Zuhao's body, so it became very difficult to collect Wang Zuhao's body, and there were a few people with poor psychological quality who had already vomited on the side.

"A sun-drenched beach, a Shura field shrouded in black mist." A familiar man's voice came from behind Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian turned his head violently when he heard the voice, and found that Fang Jinyu was standing behind him, looking at him.

"Is that you? What were you just talking about? Jiang Tian looked at him suspiciously.

"Nothing, just a sigh, Detective."

Jiang Tian suddenly had a sense of disgust for Fang Jinyu in front of him, "Who wants to be this so-called 'Great Detective'?" Do you think I will feel good watching the lives pass by in front of my eyes? ”

"It seems that your heart is still not hard enough." Fang Jinyu looked at the blood-colored beach over there, and his expression seemed to be thinking about something.

Jiang Tian didn't want to talk nonsense with this Fang Jinyu anymore, so he turned around and left.

Looking at Jiang Tian's back, Fang Jinyu said: "One day you will understand that when your heart is hard enough, you can protect life." ”

Fang Jinyu looked at the beach again. On the beach, the police are collecting Wang Zuhao's wreckage little by little.

"This scene seems a bit familiar." After a long time, two tears crossed Fang Jinyu's face, "Yaxue, I miss you again." ”