It was night, 1:08 a.m. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ten minutes ago, a hurricane swept by, setting off a wave twenty meters high, and no one dared to break into this sea.

It was pitch black, without any markings, and no captain or pilot dared to cross this sea area even if he was brave and skilled. The dark clouds in the sky took away the last bit of light in the night sky, and the QF30 could only carefully bypass the hurricane with a radius of about 20 kilometers according to satellite navigation, and the flight that was expected to enter the airport's airspace at 8 p.m. was delayed for nearly five hours, directly entering the ranks of half-red-eye flights. Thankfully, there were no other accidents, and a large black shadow appeared on the sea in the distance, which was not shown on the radar screen, but the three pilots knew that this was the destination of their voyage.

"This is the No. 13 command tower of the airport under the Air Traffic Management Bureau of District 36, please enter the airspace of District 36 after verifying your identity." An emotionless voice came from the pilot's headphones, cold as ice, and the pilot was uncomfortable to hear. Holding the joystick tightly in his hand, the pilot gave the third co-pilot a thumbs up and motioned for the third co-pilot to answer the No. 13 control tower of the airport under the Air Traffic Control Bureau. The third co-pilot shrugged helplessly, raised his hand and turned off the plane's active radar.

"The radar is on, we are Qantas flight QF30, delayed due to weather, there is not much fuel left, and we request to land."

"Identity verification, welcome to the 'World Tree', please land on runway four, the runway navigation lights are on." Again, there was a cold sound like ice cubes in the headphones. As if hearing half of the Bible's forgiveness, the three drivers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but they were still not too relaxed, and there was no room for sloppiness here.

The pilot gently pushed the joystick, and the plane drove downward, with an inclination angle of less than ten degrees, which was a safe angle, but the bad weather that followed behind the plane still brought a lot of trouble to the flight, even if it bypassed the center of the storm, but there was still a six-level gale and heavy rain. The raindrops the size of beans clanked on the glass of the cockpit, like a midnight bell. A flash of lightning flashed in the distance, followed by a rumbling thunder, and the driver felt that all the displays on the dashboard were flashing.

"We're going to land quickly." The driver's breath was a little short, but after years of driving experience, the old driver who was over forty years old was still calm with the joystick in my hand. The plane tilted a little more, but the surrounding clouds still obscured the pilots' vision, and they didn't see the runway lights.

"The height is one thousand three, the clouds are too thick, we need to circle!" The second co-pilot shouted to the captain, "Pull the plane up, and if you descend again, we will hit the runway." ”

"Wait, we're almost there." The captain remained calm, and the angle of inclination of the plane increased. A flash of lightning flashed in the distance.

The cockpit was filled with the red light of the warning lights, and the altimeter suddenly failed, and the altitude value fell down as quickly as if jumping off a building.

"Help, help, here is flight QF30, we need an emergency landing, repeat, here is flight QF30, we need an emergency landing." The third co-pilot immediately took off the walkie-talkie, pressed the call button, and shouted.

The captain tried hard to lift the plane, but the level malfunctioned so that the captain did not dare to act rashly, once the plane stalled and circled, it would not be a matter that could be solved by a forced landing.

"Now the airport is being navigated and the planes are being steered by me." The voice in the headset changed, and the cold voice before disappeared, replaced by a crisp female voice, "Altitude five hundred, reduce the inclination angle, you are now facing the runway, and when the altitude is reduced to three hundred, you will see the runway navigation light." ”

"Yes, got it." The captain was sweating, he didn't know that listening to a little girl who sounded less than twenty years old was not right, but there was really no other choice, the captain must be responsible for the lives of the people in this plane, it is impossible to climb, and climbing is the most dangerous thing when the instrument is damaged. The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead, gently pushed the joystick, and the plane continued to fly downward. Without instrumental navigation, flying in a storm is like a blind man finding his way home on the Arctic ice cap, relying not only on technology, but also on more than 20 years of flying experience and extraordinary courage.

"The height is down to three hundred." The girl reminded again. The captain stared out the window, there were still dark clouds, and the three pilots in the cockpit were in their throats, and the tense atmosphere instantly infected everyone.

"Flight QF30, stable, 700 meters away from the airport." The girl was still calm, but no one in the cockpit could speak.

- Hurry up, hurry up, show up.

The captain was also panicked in his heart, and he couldn't see the runway navigation lights, and the plane crashed was no different.

Suddenly, a little bit of starlight came out of the dark clouds, although only a little, but the captain caught him in his eyes.

"We're here."

The captain nodded. The second co-pilot and the third co-pilot breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The second co-pilot picked up the microphone on the side.

"Hello passengers, I am the co-pilot of this plane, welcome to Qantas flight QF30, this flight will arrive at the 'World Tree' 13th airport in ten minutes, please prepare to leave the plane, welcome your choice, thank you, goodbye."

The second co-pilot smiled slightly, and the Airbus A380 plane tore open the clouds in front of him, although the rainstorm was still hitting the plane, but there was no danger. The clouds were so low that it was breathless, but the captain was still quite happy.

The plane landed safely, and the lights in the cabin lit up, illuminating the faces of every passenger.

"It's an unlucky number." A man looked out the window at the pouring rain in the dark night, and the approaching straw hat-shaped, dazzling white terminal in the rain, and muttered quietly.

"Wake up, sir." A blonde stewardess on the side nudged him, and he raised his head and smiled at the stewardess.

"Thank you." He nodded, got up, removed his black backpack from the luggage rack, blended in with the crowd and left the plane. Walking through the docking aisle leading to the terminal, he looked around, sat down on a bench in the waiting area, and took a slight nap.

"You look laid-back, shouldn't I wake you up?" A voice rang out, and he looked up.

"Captain Officer of the Defense Department of Area 0202, Ye Zifeng, did you come here to get it to sleep?" The girl unceremoniously scolded her face, but the treacherous smile on her face made people really not feel that this was a reprimand.

"I think I should apologize to you, I'm really sorry for disturbing the sir's rest?" Seeing that Ye Zifeng still didn't move, the girl raised her foot and kicked Ye Zifeng, but Ye Zifeng's face hidden under the hood showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of her mouth. The right foot immediately tripped, and the girl lost her balance and fell to the ground screaming.

"You're really annoying, am I familiar with you?" Ye Zifeng finally got up, pulled the girl up from the ground, and then picked up the black suitcase that the girl was carrying.

"Even if it's the first time we meet, it should be said that it's the first time we meet in reality, you can't do this to me, right?" The girl covered the back of her head with some pain, and looked at Ye Zifeng with tears in her eyes. Ye Zifeng ignored the girl's acting and pulled the work card off the girl's chest.

"It seems that there is no problem, Ms. Guan Yi, the captain liaison of the ground command center." Ye Zifeng gently read out the contents on the identity card, "I'm going to ask you, your duty is to work as a commissioner of the 0202 District Joint Defense Circle, why did you come to the 'World Tree'?" ”

"......" Guan Yi was a little hesitant, but after looking at Ye Zifeng's funny expression, he immediately blushed, "Wow, you are playing me!" ”

Guan Yi would raise his fist and hit Ye Zifeng's chest, Ye Zifeng didn't dodge, Guan Yi's fist was really on Ye Zifeng's chest, but the person who hurt was not Ye Zifeng, but Guan Yi. Holding his fist that was a little painful and kept blowing, Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, and the expression on his face turned serious.

"Let's go, we can't stay here for too long."

After speaking, Ye Zifeng walked directly in the direction of leaving the terminal, and at the same time took out his wallet and took out the electronic money card from inside. Although it is called so, it is really not a bank card, and the currency in it has no physical exchange, which means that if it is not legally marked as a currency in circulation, it is simply worthless. walked to the vending machine on the side, pasted the electronic money card, and the amount inside was automatically displayed, adding seven zeros to the end, a full 10 million, Ye Zifeng was also taken aback, when he left, Feng Fengxiang promised to have such a high activity fund, I really didn't expect it.

Ye Zifeng is not a money-saver, let alone a Virgo with obsessive-compulsive disorder, seeing that the whole 10 million heart has no other feelings except being shocked, he clicked on each of the two hot coffees side by side, and the two cans of hot coffee fell almost at the same time, Ye Zifeng stuffed the electronic money card back into his wallet, bent over and picked up the two cans of hot coffee.

"You drink two cans by yourself?" Guan Yi looked at the two cans of hot coffee in Ye Zifeng's hand, leaned over and asked.

"You want to care?" Ye Zifeng glanced at Guan Yi, looked at Guan Yi's smiling face and couldn't help but smile, and handed the can in his hand to Guan Yi, "Anyway, the event is very well funded, even if I invite you." ”

Guan Yi looked at the coffee handed by Ye Zifeng, and took it with both hands. didn't say thank you, Guan Yi's eyes were a little complicated, she remembered the first time she saw Ye Zifeng, there was no light in the cold medical room, Ye Zifeng was lying in the medical box like a coffin, and the crying of the girl in her arms even infected Guan Yi.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ye Zifeng's hand shook in front of Guan Yi, Guan Yi came back to his senses, and immediately leaned back and took a step back.

"No, nothing, I'm fine."

"Then what are you crying about, you see, you see, you are shedding tears." Ye Zifeng took out a tissue from his waist bag and handed it to Guan Yi, "Shall I wipe it for you, or will you wipe it yourself?" ”

"I'll just do it myself." Guan Yi blushed, snatched the tissue, and pulled out a face that was a little wet in the corner of his eye.

"By the way, I remembered something." Ye Zifeng leaned against the wall on the side and stuffed the tissue that Guan Yi handed back back into his waist bag, "I remember if there is a new person who wants to go with us?" ”

"Yes, indeed." Guan Yiqi opened the coffee, and by the way, threw the facial tissue and pull ring into the trash can and returned to Ye Zifeng's side, "But I haven't seen it yet, I don't know what kind of person it is." ”

Guan Yi leaned against the wall and took a sip of coffee.

"By the way, your memory has really been restored, is it?" Guan Yi asked cautiously, and at the same time turned his head to peek at Ye Zifeng's reaction.

"Hmm." Ye Zifeng didn't react excessively, just nodded lightly, and put the phone back into his waist bag, looking a little stunned. I didn't want to reminisce anymore, but as soon as Guan Yi said this, Ye Zifeng's thoughts drifted back to that night a week ago.

It's been five days since I came to the Laurel Crown Base, but the lights are on all day and night, and the only way to judge the dark sky is the clock. Ye Zifeng was very uncomfortable with such an environment, so insomnia lasted for four days. At the same time, there is nothing to do, except for the daily routine check-in and check-out, there is nothing Ye Zifeng needs to do, which is also one of the reasons why Ye Zifeng is not used to it. But Ye Zifeng is really not easy to speak, find me something to do, I am bored, this kind of rhetoric seems to be a bit of a begging.

It's been five days, and there is still no news on the ground, since he got out of the "Stalingrad" on June 11 and stayed on the "Domiha" for a whole week, Ye Zifeng has not received a little news about Naoto Sakurai and Ye Kexin, Ye Zifeng's heart is becoming more and more depressed, although he has asked similar questions to the crew in the bridge, and the care and eagerness are also reflected between the lines, but unfortunately, the answer given by the crew is "I'm sorry, we haven't received any updated news, as soon as there is new news." and we will inform you immediately".

Ye Zifeng was tired of hearing it.

When he arrived at the laurel base, Ye Zifeng did not get any news from the crew of the "Dominia".

Ye Zifeng began his life in the Laurel Crown base. There was a crowd of unfamiliar faces all around, but everyone politely greeted them, and everyone called themselves sir. Ye Zifeng began to feel a little overwhelmed, and he began to want to escape. However, when Ye Zifeng found the hangar, he was told that access control would be carried out within a month, and no one was allowed to leave the laurel base. Despair spread in Ye Zifeng's heart.

Looking at the moon scenery outside the window of his room every night, Ye Zifeng is always in a daze. Vague memories tell Ye Zifeng that when he was young, he always liked to sit on the windowsill at night and look up at the moon. Now Ye Zifeng can see the moon without looking up.

The time displayed on the window was 0:24 in the morning, but Ye Zifeng still didn't feel a trace of sleepiness, maybe a depressed person wouldn't feel anything other than chaos. Ye Zifeng has always had a velvet blanket on his body, watching the clock every day to go out, and after eating some mashed potatoes with a cup of coffee in the restaurant, he wanders around the laurel base. It's bland, everyone in the base has their own things, but all Ye Zifeng can see is confusion.

In this way, Ye Zifeng lived in the laurel base for five days.

Ye Zifeng can't stand it anymore, even if he is not sleepy, his spirit will collapse if he doesn't sleep. I went to the infirmary and asked for half a diazepam, returned to the room, and poured the tablet into my stomach with water. Ye Zifeng didn't notice that there were some other things in this medicine, maybe it was deliberate. The mental pressure and the effect of settling Ye Zifeng fell asleep immediately, and the reactor in the room detected the changes in Ye Zifeng's body temperature, heartbeat, breathing rate, and secretory chemicals in the body, and judged that Ye Zifeng had entered a state of light sleep, and dimmed the lights in the room to achieve the most suitable sleeping conditions.

Originally, the mental pressure accumulated for five days would make Ye Zifeng enter a deep sleep state all of a sudden, but a certain substance in the diazepam prevented Ye Zifeng from excessively reducing the active state of the brain, so Ye Zifeng began to dream.

I don't know why, Ye Zifeng saw many people in his dream, the scene was different, but Ye Zifeng could still recognize the human face. A certain shackle in his brain trembled as if he had been slammed, and Ye Zifeng saw that these familiar faces gradually became blurred, as if they would disappear at any time. Ye Zifeng began to panic, he wanted to keep these faces. The intense activity in the brain prevents the inhibitory protein from breaking down the recognition protein, and the brain secretes a large amount of dopamine, which in turn breaks down the inhibitory protein.

Ye Zifeng felt a buzz in his head, and when he woke up, there was already a shadowless lamp above the operating table above his head.

"This is ......" Ye Zifeng just spit out two words when he felt the dryness in his throat and couldn't happen, a person wearing a light blue surgical gown next to him put down his mask, took a flashlight from the tray on the side, and shook it towards Ye Zifeng's eyes.

"Well, the pupils are constricted, and it seems that there is no problem." The doctor handed the flashlight to the nurse who walked up beside him, "Sir, can you hear me?" ”

"Who are you?" Ye Zifeng forcibly endured the dryness in his mouth and said this sentence.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem." The doctor took a form from his neglected hand and ticked it off, paused in the middle and pointed to the drip rack beside him, "Go and pick the glucose, and tell them to prepare some salt water." ”

"Got it, doctor." The nurse nodded and walked away from the operating table, first helped Ye Zifeng remove the drip tube inserted in his left arm, and then left the ward with the drip stand.

"Doctor, is this?" Ye Zifeng asked again, and Ye Zifeng, who was illuminated by the shadowless lamp above his head, couldn't open his eyes.

"This is the ward, you are the patient, have a good rest." The doctor replied without raising his head, "You slept for three days, we are afraid that you will die of thirst and give you glucose injections, it seems that the body function has not been affected, just take a little rest." ”

The doctor said.

"Looks like you're recovering well, you should be recovering your memory." The doctor picked up a tablet from the side, turned off the game he was playing, and brought up the picture.

"Who is this?"

"My sister, Ye Shi."

"Where's this?"

"Artoria."

"And this."

"I don't know this."

"Huh?" Puzzled, he looked at the photo on the screen, a beautiful woman with a good figure was running on the beach in a bikini, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is a private collection." ”

The out-of-tune doctor swipes the screen and changes to a photo.

"Where's this?"

"Sister."

Ye Zifeng looked at the person in this photo, and everything about this person in his mind was like a dictionary, all of which were turned out, but it seemed to be new. Ye Zifeng recalled this person's voice, Ye Kexin's voice, and then thought about the conversation with another motorized infantryman on the "Stalingrad", Ye Zifeng's eyes widened suddenly.

(To be continued)