"Where are your leaders? Call your leaders. Why hasn't the plane flown yet?"
Vaguely, Zhan Jingyi heard what seemed like the man shouting something.
Although the girl next to him kept trying to comfort him, and the airline staff kept trying to persuade him, the man looked as irritable as an irritable lion.
Soon, the man got entangled with an airline staff member. At this time, several passengers on one side stepped forward to break up the fight.
But unexpectedly, the man punched a male passenger on the chin who was trying to stop the fight. With a "pop", the passenger was knocked to the ground with a punch.
"Hey, police? This is Gate 13 of the airport. There's a fight here. Come quickly."
A female airline staff member behind her saw the man losing control and knocking down a passenger, and quickly called the airport police through the internal phone.
At this moment, the man began to get more and more angry, as if he was prone to violence, and began to chase and beat the male airline staff who communicated with him at the beginning.
If many people hadn't seen the cause, they would have thought there was some deep hatred between the two, but in fact, it was just a trivial matter like the flight being delayed.
The girl who was with the irritable man had a face full of panic. She was desperately pulling on the man's sleeves and yelling loudly, trying to calm him down.
But the man seemed to have completely lost his mind. He could only see the staff member. After dragging him to the ground, he chased after him and kicked the staff member in the stomach.
Zhan Jingyi frowned. He was very sure that the man in front of him was not a mutant, let alone a mental monster.
Because he didn't see any trace of a spiritual monster in this man, but why was this man so irritable and irritable?
Just as Zhan Jingyi was about to go out and stop the man, two airport police officers arrived in time.
When the police arrived, they saw the man kicking and hitting the staff on the ground. Without saying a word, he threw the man to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and directly grabbed the man's elbow joint to subdue him.
In the process, the man's hat and glasses fell to the ground, and for a moment, his entire face was exposed.
A pair of bloodshot eyes on a pale face looked at everyone present with a blank look.
There is no way to describe the feeling of being seen by those eyes.
In such a crazy state, this man suddenly stopped and slowly opened his bloodshot eyes to look at everyone, giving everyone a very strong sense of weirdness, especially when he looked at everyone, his pupils But there was no shrinkage or other changes.
It was as if even though he was looking at everyone, his eyes looked weird as if he hadn't seen these people.
If I have to say something weird about this look, then the feeling of being stared at is like being stared at by a dead corpse.
Moreover, this man's condition is very bad.
It gives people the feeling that they are about to faint in the next moment.
But at this moment, he seemed to be holding on, as if he didn't dare to faint.
…
"Brother, are you okay..."
The girl who was following the man also seemed startled by this look. She subconsciously took a small step back, but quickly pounced on him.
Hearing the girl's cry, the man didn't respond for a long time.
It wasn't until two police officers pulled him up and handcuffed him on his back that the man's pupils slowly shrank and became focused.
It was only at this time that his eyes looked a little angry, and he finally looked like a living person.
"What are you going to do? Why are you cuffing me? Let me go quickly."
When the man spoke, each sentence seemed to take a long time to think about, and there would be a gap of about half a second between the pronunciation of each word.
This feeling is like listening to a radio that is almost out of power. It is delayed and sluggish, making people feel helpless.
And when the man was talking, the man's bloodshot eyes were becoming brighter and brighter, as if blood could flow from his eye sockets at any time.
It's shocking to watch.
The two policemen beside him looked surprised and glanced at each other. The older policeman looked at the girl and asked, "Is this man your brother? How long has he not slept?"
The girl who tugged on the man's sleeve said in a tearful tone: "This is my brother. My brother has been in poor health recently. He hasn't slept well for a while, so he has a bad temper."
"Even if you have a temper, you can't hit people casually. Please come with us and explain it clearly." Two policemen escorted the man, took the girl, the passengers and airline staff who were beaten just now, and headed towards Leave far away.
Seeing that the incident had subsided, everyone watching the excitement dispersed. While walking, some people sighed and said: "Today's society is too complicated. Look at what this young man is forced to do."
Zhan Jingyi, who had already walked out of the cafe, looked at the police and the young man who were gradually going away. Although he didn't see anything wrong with the young man just now, he always felt that this young man gave him a familiar feeling.
What this feeling was, he couldn't figure it out for a moment.
At this time, the staff at Gate 13 announced via broadcast that boarding was ready.
Zhan Jingyi didn't think too much and quickly came to gate 13 and lined up to board the plane to Spring City.
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At 15:00, Zhan Jingyi got off the plane, took a taxi at the airport, and prepared to go to his friend's company.
His good friend Gouzi was his friend when he was wandering in Spring City when he was a child. Since Zhan Jingyi was adopted by his master, he was also adopted by a kind-hearted family named Mo, and gave him a new name, Mo Wenti.
Although they had no contact after being adopted separately, by chance, the two met at a wedding banquet in Chuncheng as adults. That was also the only time Zhan Jingyi came back to Chincheng after being adopted.
At that wedding banquet, a very good friend of his from the army was invited, and he was invited to attend as the best man. He did not expect to see his childhood friend again.
Fortunately, the two of them were already teenagers when they separated, so their appearance did not change much after they became adults. After meeting, the two easily recognized each other, and both of them felt a mixture of sadness and joy after meeting.
But because Zhan Jingyi's troops had missions and could not stay longer, they could only leave their contact information, and the two separated again. Since they had each other's contact information, the two have communicated many times by phone.
Mo Wenti studied well and was very ambitious. He was admitted to university and found a good company in Spring City after graduation. After several years of hard work, he is now a small leader of a branch.
This time Zhan Jingyi came to Spring City without telling his friends, hoping to give him a surprise.
Soon, the taxi drove out of the complicated roadway next to the airport, made three twists and turns, and entered a brand new spacious road.
The driver was a middle-aged man who was very talkative. He regarded Zhan Jingyi as a tourist visiting Spring City and kept introducing Spring City to him along the way.
While Zhan Jingyi was chatting with the driver, he looked out the window. He had left Chuncheng for many years and never came back since he left, because this was a sad place in his eyes.
The Chuncheng at this time has a completely different feeling from the Chuncheng he saw in his childhood.
At this time, Spring City had wide streets, clean pavements, and busy traffic, which made him feel both close and distant.
The buildings in Spring City are tall and clean, and the glass outside the building reflects the sunlight, which seems to make the whole world a little brighter.
Pedestrians walking in a hurry on the road are also well-dressed, and the flow of people interweaves into a sea, hugging each other towards different destinations.
Zhan Jingyi looked out the window at the pedestrians coming and going, and he suddenly realized a question he had thought about for a long time.
What are the mutants fighting for?
Isn’t all this in front of me the best reason?
Isn’t this kind of calm and ordinary day the day we have been looking forward to?
In order to protect all of this, doesn’t it require our dedication and efforts?
