Shi Ling and the others were all taken aback by the man's death, and they all wondered how this dead corpse could appear here out of thin air.

Ji Zhuo hid behind Sister Lu in fear: "This looks like a gunshot wound, the plane broke down just now, could it be someone hijacking the plane with a gun?" ”

Sister Lu was more afraid than him, and felt weird everywhere: "But how could this person suddenly appear in first class?" I distinctly remember that there were only four of us in first class. And there was no gunfire just now, how did he die? ”

"Where's the flight attendant! Air hostess! ”

Ji Zhuo hurriedly ran to the other cabins, wanting to find help from the flight attendants.

However, when he lifted the curtain of the economy class, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the crowded economy class, only one light flickered on, the light was dim, and the seats on both sides of the aisle were full, and the stewardess pushed the car with her back to him. Everyone seemed to stand still.

However, when his voice broke the silence, everyone in the cabin turned their heads towards him.

The stewardess stood still, but her head seemed to turn a hundred and eighty degrees, and she looked at him in unison like everyone else, showing a strange smile.

"Ah!!h

Ji Zhuo was so frightened that he retreated, lowered the curtain suddenly, and grabbed Sister Lu's sleeve tightly, "Sister Lu, there is a ghost!" It's over, our plane didn't crash, but it hit a ghost! ”

"Where the hell?"

Shi Ling felt a strange sense of intimacy after hearing the ghost, and immediately ran over.

Yu Shen glanced at Shi Ling a little helplessly, and was about to keep up with Shi Ling's pace, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the pistol held in the hand of the dead corpse hanging by his side.

Slightly startled, he broke the pistol from the corpse's hand, opened the magazine, and found that the gun had only used one bullet. And the bullet that was used obviously fell on the eyebrows of the owner of the gun.

Is this man suicidal? Suicide by taking a gun on an international flight?

Yu Shen looked at the hand of the dead body holding the gun, and quickly denied this speculation.

The gesture in which the man held the gun was obviously not suicidal, and if he committed suicide with a gun in this gesture, most of them would choose to hit the temple instead of facing the eyebrows.

"I'm going, it's quite infiltrating!"

Shi Ling went over and lifted the curtain of the door, and after facing the strange face full of the cabin, even if he was mentally prepared, he was startled and lowered the curtain suddenly.

It's not like she's never seen ghosts, but it's the first time she's seen so many ghosts!

Shi Ling clenched his fists, thinking a little melancholy, and he didn't know if he could beat it.

Ji Zhuo's whole person was in a trance, "Didn't you just suddenly have a power outage?" Why are there not only corpses in the cabin, but also so many ghosts? Sister Lu, I must be dreaming, right? I must have been so tired from catching up all day that I was dazed on the plane that I had this kind of dream. I'm going to wake myself up right now. ”

Ji Zhuo said, gritted his teeth and relentlessly, closed his eyes and pinched his thighs and twisted them vigorously, "It doesn't hurt in dreams...... Ahh ”

Ji Zhuo let out a scream like killing a pig, and tears rushed out of his eyes, however, when he opened his eyes, he was still in this bizarre cabin, and he couldn't help but feel a little loveless.

Although Sister Lu was flustered and scared at the moment, she didn't look at her own artists.

She tried to ask for help, but in despair she found that "there was no WiFi and no signal in the cabin." ”

Shi Ling said: "This is not the plane we were on before. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the White Air 513 that has been missing for ten years. ”