0p0 Chapter 162 [Domain - Red-Eye Flight] New Clues
Chapter 162 [Domain - Red-Eye Flight] New Clues
How can it be!
How could he not be dead!
Wu Zhou stared intently at Chen Ji's face, but he couldn't see any crimson in the other's eyes, only clarity.
"Wu Zhou, we already know that you accepted the deal."
Wan Xiaoshuang said in a deep voice.
"Deal? What deal?"
"what happened?"
Sun Weiming sensed that something was off.
He glanced at Wu Zhou's distorted face and noticed that the other entrants around him all had extremely serious expressions.
Wu Zhou remained silent.
But his heart was not as calm as it appeared; instead, he was filled with terror!
How did this woman know about the "transaction"?!
Could it be that she also...
No, that's impossible. If she had also been promised this deal, how could she have revealed it to anyone else?
Wu Zhou has become trapped in his own logic.
He didn't realize that there were things he was willing to do, but others might not.
Sweat poured down Wu Zhou's face, and he felt increasingly dizzy, making it impossible for him to think calmly.
His face was covered in water droplets, which dripped onto the ground.
But apart from Sun Weiming, no one reminded him.
Sun Weiming wanted to speak, but was stopped by Liu Zi's sharp glare.
"let me go!"
Wu Zhou grew increasingly panicked. He knew he couldn't stay there any longer. His breathing seemed to be going smoothly, but it was all just an illusion created by the face mask!
He needed to rush to the bathroom and peel off his face mask in front of the mirror!
Otherwise, they will suffocate and die very quickly!
"Row."
Chen Ji nodded.
“Tell us now what you did after you woke up early, and I’ll have Liu Zi release you.”
Wu Zhou felt dizzy: "I..."
If he said it, wouldn't that completely confirm that he accepted the deal and killed Zhang Peng?
"You don't have much time left."
Chen Ji said, glancing at his watch.
Wu Zhou's expression kept changing.
"If you talk now, you might still have a chance to live. If you don't, you'll go with Zhang Peng," Liu Zi said coldly.
"I got a hair!"
After a moment of silence, Wu Zhou suddenly broke down and shouted!
The words had just been shouted out—
His face turned deathly pale instantly, as if the shout had exhausted all his strength.
"Where did it come from?"
Chen Ji immediately pressed for an answer, grabbed Wu Zhou's arm, and pulled him toward the front cabin bathroom!
Chen was determined to ensure that Wu Zhou revealed all the information before he died.
However, the indicator light in the bathroom was flashing red.
There are people using it inside.
The lavatory in the rear cabin has been sealed off.
"Did this person give it to you?"
At this moment, Fei'er suddenly came out, opened the suggestion book, and displayed the paintings she had drawn earlier.
There's a pregnant woman on there.
Wu Zhou glanced at the portrait in horror, said nothing, but suddenly broke free from Chen Ji's hand and ran towards the front of the plane!
“There’s also a business class restroom there, but it’s been reported for repairs and is unusable right now,” Lan Meng said immediately.
The group followed closely behind and found Wu Zhou standing at the door of the business class bathroom, his face full of disbelief and his whole body trembling!
"The mirror... is broken."
His hands groped haphazardly across his face, trying to feel the mask, but to no avail.
Less than two seconds later, Wu Zhou's eyes, which were already red and swollen from being soaked in water, suddenly froze.
His body crashed to the ground with a thud.
A few seconds later...
A semi-transparent, wet, viscous substance floated in mid-air.
This is a face mask.
"Wu Zhou is dead..."
The manner of his death was exactly the same as Zhang Peng's.
Sun Weiming murmured, his face full of regret for being deceived.
He saw the face mask in mid-air and already guessed the truth.
Now only seven people remain in the domain.
Chen Ji frowned and walked a few steps to the door of the business class restroom.
The mirror inside had shattered, revealing countless tiny cracks.
"Wu Zhou is really unlucky."
Liu Zi muttered to himself, his face not looking too good, "He died so easily, and there are still many things we haven't been able to get out of him."
"Fei'er".
Chen Ji turned his head to look behind him: "Who did you draw?"
Fei'er placed the drawings from the suggestion book in front of everyone.
"One person in row 45."
Fei'er's drawing skills are so poor that it's hard to tell the difference.
All that can be seen is that she is a very advanced stage pregnant woman.
"There are no pregnant women on this flight..." Lan Meng looked puzzled. As a flight attendant, she had patrolled the cabin several times but had not seen anyone like that.
Fei'er kept her mouth shut.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"I draw men."
"A man with a beer belly, bald, in his 40s, who looked like a salesman or something."
This is a very common image. After Fei'er finished speaking, everyone had roughly described what this person looked like.
Liu Zi: ".....Don't draw anymore, just describe it verbally."
"Why did you paint him?" Chen Ji asked.
"After going back in time, I observed my surroundings and found this person to be very strange."
Phil said, "He kept wiping away sweat; he seemed to be feeling unwell."
Fei'er flipped through several more pages:
"And there's the woman in row 43 and the old man in row 44."
"These two would also stand up from time to time and walk around the cabin."
"..." Lan Meng looked at the pages of suspicious figures hastily drawn by Fei'er, and saw herself, the chief flight attendant, and the male flight attendant among them.
"How did I end up in there too...?"
Phil said calmly, "This was drawn before."
"You were very unprofessional back then."
At the same time, Chen Ji gave Liu Zi a wink, and the latter understood, picked up the walkie-talkie and walked to the side.
"In short, the source of this ghost has not yet been found."
Phil added, "I started observing these suspicious people."
"The strangest ones here are 45A and 45C."
"After the plane entered the stratosphere, both of them disappeared."
"The person in 45A is Wu Zhou."
Everyone was somewhat surprised by these words.
“I recognized Wu Zhou as soon as he arrived.” Fei’er stroked her chin, her eyes thoughtful. “He was sitting next to that middle-aged man who was always wiping his sweat.”
Chen Ji immediately praised, "Great job!"
No one expected that Fei'er would observe things so meticulously.
Moreover, Fei'er is short, and with the chair behind her, even if she blatantly peeks, it would be difficult for others to notice her.
"The middle-aged man with a 45C cup size is named Duan Cong."
After finishing his call with the flight attendant, Liu Zi came over.
His expression was very serious.
"Qi Chen, go check the restroom in the rear cabin right now to see if anyone has gone in."
Inside the sealed-off rear cabin toilet was the Hair Demon, who had previously been restrained by stone bullets.
"What's wrong?" Lan Meng asked, a hint of unease creeping in.
Duan Cong has disappeared!
Liu Zi said in a deep voice, "Just now, the chief flight attendant patrolled the entire cabin but didn't see him!"