Gao Shuai Skinny White disappeared in the heavy rain for a moment, leaving no trace, as if she had never appeared on this plane.

"They... won't die, right?" Kuang Jinxin's voice was hoarse, and he was still worried about his opponent.

Xu Wang couldn't answer because he was unsure either.

"No," Qian Ai was still lying on the ground. The "numbness aftertaste" made him unable to get up for a while, so he had to continue to slow down. Fortunately, his language function was restored. "This place is like this. Once you have assessed that you have suffered too much, you will be sent home early. I was pounced by a bear and swept into the sky by a fish roar, and it was bounced back to reality."

"Isn't the fishing rogue your own or your teammate's stationery?" Xu Wang couldn't figure it out, "Why were you sent home by the fishing rogue?"

Qian Ai turned his face away: "I refuse to recall."

The passenger sitting next to the bomb did not respond to the sudden disappearing long legs, but was blood-colored at the bomb, and the accusation sounded like crying: "Didn't the captain say that the bomb will be removed immediately? It's been more than an hour..."

Wu Sheng didn't talk to him in one go, and directly pressed the three numbers that were not entered by long legs - 9, 1, 4.

There is still 01:40:00 before the explosion...

01:39:59…

01:39:59.

Countdown, stopped.

Wu Sheng couldn't believe it was going well, but he couldn't control the ecstasy that arose in his heart.

"How is it? Have you stopped-" Qian Ai at the end of the machine stood up with the help of Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin, shaking, and not forgetting to care about the situation here.

Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to respond, but something suddenly flashed in his mind!

He instinctively turned around and looked at the bomb again. The countdown that had already been fixed was moved again.

and--

01:39:49…

01:39:44…

01:39:39…

It is still a frequency that changes every second, but the time value is a five-second and five-second retreat.

Countdown, speeding up by five times.

"Damn! This is to kill us!" Xu Wang, who was called by Wu Sheng, couldn't accept this reality. He wanted to kick the bomb with one kick!

"No," Wu Sheng suddenly remembered something and kept shook his head, "No, it's not them."

"Isn't it me?" Xu Wang wanted to go crazy.

Wu Sheng suddenly approached, his nose to nose and eyes to eyes, one word at a time, slowly but clearly: "They don't have blood gourds."

Xu Wang's throat was dry for no reason and repeated softly: "Blood gourd?"

Wu Sheng nodded: "Yes, the glass gourd that will bleed after offering sacrifices in that booklet. According to legend, the blood in the gourd is full of blood, which is the proof of the completion of the sacrifice and can be ascended to immortality. Since they believe in this, they even dare not sacrifice the entire plane for sacrifice. It is impossible not to make a exactly the same gourd hanging around their necks, but when Lao Qian just circled their necks, there was no red-lined gourd at all."

"Can they hide it?"

"If they could think so far, it would be impossible for them to knock on the door until we came out with evidence before we thought of running away."

"The times are developing and society is progressing. Maybe they have more advanced statistical tools for sacrifices now?"

"If you put the thinking mode in reality here, then the matter will be insolvent. Think carefully, why is it so coincidental that you triggered the luggage drop when you asked the luggage compartment, why are they the only two of them coming to help you pick up your luggage? If this is reality, the only two 'helpful' people are actually criminals, how low is this probability?"

Xu Wang looked at Wu Sheng calmly, his irritability gradually cooled down, and his reason slowly recovered.

"So every piece of information related to the main line given here is not useless. The booklet specifically said that the man was carrying a blood gourd, so he must have some meaning."

Wu Sheng sighed and touched his head with praise: "You finally got it done."

Xu Wang wanted to slam the man's claws, but because of his "losing of composure" just now, he always felt that he was not confident enough, so he let him go.

Xu Wang was truly impressed by Wu Sheng, who could maintain at least basically remain rational and calm under any circumstances, although he had never said this to the other party. I remember that in the past, whenever he encountered questions he could not do, he started to be upset. He wanted to turn over the table every minute, and he didn't have to answer the entire paper behind him. He was also restless and irritable and messy when answering it.

Regarding this question, he humbly asked Wu Sheng for solutions. Wu Sheng generously shared his experience: the first step is to skip this question and continue to answer other questions; the second step is to answer all the questions, and then go back to answer these skipped ones.

Xu Wang always felt that saying this experience was equivalent to not saying it.

Even if you skip it, you will be thinking about it. In the end, it will still affect your condition. If you answer these questions you can't do, will you suddenly be enlightened? - He asked the class monitor like this at that time.

If I remember correctly, that year, the class monitor blew his bangs and gave him an unforgettable answer with a charming and handsome look on his body - why does it affect his mentality? There are no questions in this world that I can't solve. I answer them early and late, but just a question of order.

"It's dead ahhhhhhhhhh--" The passenger suddenly screamed from the tail of the plane, pulling Xu Wang's thoughts back.

Wu Sheng had already stood up before him, left a sentence "Watch the bomb", and ran to the tail of the machine.

Xu Wang was on standby, and could only stretch his neck and look at the tail of the machine just like all good passengers.

I saw that Feng Liuyi and An Qijiu, who were originally sitting on the ground, both of them were falling to the ground, and the flight attendants were giving first aid to the two of them.

Three minutes later, Wu Sheng returned, his face gloomy: "I haven't saved it."

Xu Wang was shocked, but a sense of absurdity arose. The illusory world and the real emotions intertwined into a confusing experience.

"Take poison," Wu Sheng said, "they took the medicine too quickly, and neither Lao Qian nor Xiao Kuang could react."

Xu Wang drooped his head.

Originally, he was hoping to pry out clues of the bleeding gourd from the two of them, but now he has to start from scratch again.

There is still 01:20:04 before the explosion.

Wu Sheng suddenly asked: "How many people in economy class do you have to talk about?"

Xu Wang didn't understand the meaning, but answered truthfully: "I've talked about the fact that I have been talking about forty, and there are still more than forty left."

"It's too late," Wu Sheng glanced at the time, "Let's go at five times the speed, and the countdown to end in another 16 minutes, so I can only have a gamble."

Xu Wang asked: "What are you betting on?"

"Everyone in the first class has a story line. I have talked about business class, and I didn't find suspicious. There are many people in the economy class, so I want to suppress the incident, that is, the murderer is in the economy class." Wu Sheng said, "But we only have enough time to do one thing now. Either you tell me the information about the people you have talked to at the fastest speed, we peel off the thread and look for clues, or we split into two groups and talk directly about the remaining ones that have never spoken. So you have to gamble, is the murderer among the people you have talked to or among the people you have never talked to?"

If you answer instinctively, Xu Wang would definitely say that the murderer is among those who have never talked about. But given the painful lesson of "Jiang Saner who has talked about, he still did not notice any clues", Xu Wang rarely had a trace of "reflection". After pondering, he looked up and solemnly gave his own choice: "Among those I have talked about."

Wu Sheng frowned slightly: "You have talked to more than 30 people, and there are still more than 40 people left. Are you sure you bet on a few people here?"

Xu Wang shrugged and honestly explained: "I'm not sure, but if you ask me to choose, I can only believe in intuition."

Wu Sheng looked at him for two seconds and raised the corner of his mouth: "You believe in intuition, I believe in you."

Xu Wang was unprepared and felt sweet. He almost couldn't hold back his expression. He was fighting with his eyebrows that were trying to bend down. Suddenly, he heard a silly call: "Uncle--"

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng turned their heads together and saw a five or six-year-old boy standing in the aisle, tilting his head and blinking his big eyes at them. His face was white and red, and he was extremely cute.

"Little Yisi?" Wu Sheng naturally recognized this child. The little guy was wandering in Xu Erling's list of suspects for a long time and was compared with Washington, Edison, Luo Binwang, and Cao Chong.

"Uncle," Shen Yisi looked for Wu Sheng. Seeing him responding, he immediately smiled like a milk flower, "My grandmother said she was cold and asked me to come over and ask for a blanket."

"Grandma?" Wu Sheng was stunned, "Aren't you taking the plane by yourself?"

"Wait," Xu Wang patted Wu Sheng's arm hard. When the latter turned his head, he winked and his eyelashes were almost flying. "Hair, blanket."

The words "good" made Xu Wang's speech fragmented.

Wu Sheng was instantly blessed to his heart, and the soft Wu words like pear blossom needles sounded in his ears again.

"I'm not taking the plane by myself," Shen Yisi didn't know so, but he still smiled sweetly. "I'm with my grandmother, but our seats are not next to each other. I'm on top and she's on the bottom. She said it's so spacious below, just a little cold."

Xu Wang: “…”

Wu Sheng: “…”

Air, condensed.

Old grandma, kid, the two most deadly elements in horror movies, all of them are tat

"uncle?"

"Uh, that's it," Xu Wang found his voice. Although his voice was still very tight, he still tried hard to be friendly. "Little boy, go to the rear of the plane to find the flight attendant's sister. She has a blanket."

Shen Yisi was obedient and nodded vigorously: "Thank you uncle!" Then he shook his head toward the tail of the machine.

The light pulled his little body out of his long back, and Xu Wang always felt that something was about to pop out of the shadow at any time.

His eyes followed Shen Yisi to the end of the machine, and a flight attendant came out of the tea room. Shen Yisi seemed to have called, but he didn't seem to have called. In short, the flight attendant did not hear it, so he bypassed Shen Yisi and continued to walk forward.

Shen Yisi stood there in a daze, and could feel his helplessness just by looking at his back.

The bodies of Feng Liuyi and An Qijiu were moved to the corner by Qian Ai and covered with clothes. The tail of the machine is now Qian Ai and Kuang Jinxin. One guards the body and looks at the overall situation, while the other has no mission. He simply helps Qian Ai look around.

So soon, Kuang Jinxin discovered Shen Yisi, walked two steps forward, bent down with a smile and talked to the child.

Qian Ai didn't move, but also noticed this place and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement.

From the distance between Wu Sheng and Xu Wang, he couldn't hear their conversation, but could see clearly that Chen Yisibi had drawn a few times. Kuang Jinxin nodded, turned around and went to the tea preparation room. Qian Ai, not far away, also clearly heard the conversation. Unlike Kun Jinxin who was unaware of it, he took the call from his grandmother, so he was tensely pressed against the wall of the machine, with a despair of "I really don't want to watch horror movies, why do you force me?"

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng sighed at the same time, giving Qian Ai a true understanding from the air.

In the blink of an eye, Kuang Jinxin took the blanket out and handed it to the little guy.

Chen Yisi probably said thank you to him, so Kuang Jinxin smiled and touched his head.

The child returned happily holding the blanket. Kuang Jinxin looked at him and suddenly felt satisfied with "respecting the elderly and loving the young".

He looked at the child, and his three teammates looked at him, feeling subtle.
To be continued...