It takes one and a half hours to fly from Mingyue City to Zhongzhou.
As time went by, Cao Mingliang became increasingly uneasy.
He knew that according to Yang Ning's usual style, if these forty-three people from the Santa Group could die happily, it would be a gift.
Cao Mingliang himself thought those people deserved to die.
He even wanted to kill those people himself.
But......
Cao Mingliang turned to Peng Yong beside him and asked: "Old Peng, if there is a person who can deal with those people from the Santa Group by personal means, will you support him?"
Peng Yong is a police officer.
He felt that Cao Mingliang's question was a little unclear.
But he responded: "Of course not."
Hearing Peng Yong's answer, Cao Mingliang felt much more at ease.
Sure enough, what I am doing now is correct.
However, what Peng Yong said next made him feel confused.
"But it doesn't matter whether I support it or not."
"Because I am not the most direct victim, I am still alive."
"Only those who were killed by them are qualified to express their opinions on this matter."
Cao Mingliang: "..."
From then until the plane landed, Cao Mingliang didn't say another word.
His mind was filled with thoughts: Did he do anything wrong this time?
I was helping people track down the culprit of the arson attack, so why did I act like a thief?
Thinking like this, Cao Mingliang suddenly felt a chill around him.
He turned and looked into the cabin.
I saw that this flight, which had been delayed for almost a day, had many empty seats, about thirty or forty.
The passengers in other seats looked tired, and most of them were sleeping.
An uncle with an empty seat next to him frowned and pressed the pager above his head.
The stewardess immediately walked over and asked, "Hello? How can I help you?"
The uncle asked doubtfully: "I smell something burning, can you smell it?"
The stewardess smiled, "How is that possible? There will be no open flames on the plane. Please rest assured."
As she said this, she even smelled it specially, and indeed she didn't smell any strange smell.
The uncle still didn't believe in evil, and asked the passengers behind and behind him: "Didn't you smell it?"
The passengers in the back were sleeping, and only the female passenger in the front responded to him: "Except for the smell of my husband's fart, I didn't smell anything else."
The uncle had nothing to say.
The stewardess smiled and asked: "Look, there is indeed no smell. How about I change your seat?"
The uncle waved his hand and said, "No need, it may indeed be my problem. That's it. It's troublesome."
"No trouble. If you have any questions, come back to me."
The stewardess smiled and left.
Cao Mingliang's eyes became solemn.
His five senses were sharp and he didn't smell any peculiar smell, which meant that there was indeed no peculiar smell on the plane.
However, he also saw that the uncle was not causing trouble just now.
After a while, Cao Mingliang stood up and walked to the uncle. He glanced at the empty seat next to the uncle and asked, "Hello?"
The dozing uncle looked up at him and said, "Hello, what's the matter?"
Cao Mingliang looked at the empty seat next to his uncle again and asked, "Are you born with a sensitive sixth sense?"
Suddenly, the uncle was full of surprise, "How do you know? Young man, you are quite capable!"
Cao Mingliang smiled stiffly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Looking at the empty seats on the plane, he stayed where he was for a moment, not knowing what to do.
Moreover, at this time he also smelled the faint smell of burning.
The smell emanating from the burned ghost cannot be felt with the five senses.
You have to rely on your sixth sense.
After experiencing a death, Cao Mingliang's sixth sense was also activated.
It's just that his sixth sense is not very stable and works sometimes.
Now, Cao Mingliang clasped his hands together towards the empty space in front of him and bowed slightly.
He knew that on this flight, in addition to living people, there were also dead people.
To be exact, in addition to these passengers, there were more than thirty ghosts who were burned to death in this cabin.
These ghosts will go to Zhongzhou with him.
In an instant, Cao Mingliang felt that the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.
Based on Cao Mingliang's experience in the past month or so, he is not afraid of ordinary ghosts, let alone ordinary ghosts!
Think about the scene in Qianzhi Village on Qingyu Mountain where ghosts were driving people away in broad daylight. What do these mere ghosts burn to death?
In another place, if it wasn't on a plane, I'm afraid Cao Mingliang would have started asking people to exorcise ghosts.
But now, it is obvious that most of these burned ghosts have something to do with Yang Ning.
Then this way...
Captain Cao's legs were a little weak.
Before Yang Ning takes action, make the crimes of everyone in the Santa Group public and arrest them;
Catching Yang Ning’s ghost;
Even the passionate and upright Captain Cao could tell which of these two things he could do and which he couldn't do.
The previous incident did not touch Yang Ning's bottom line.
The second thing is that it is no different than seeking death.
After all, last week, a second-level agent of the Special Administration Bureau who was one level higher than himself had his hands disabled by Yang Ning.
Cao Mingliang looked back at his seat.
A dark shadow was reflected on the empty seat. On the side, Peng Yong, who was in a daze, suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to him, with a look of surprise on his face.
He seemed to feel something.
After all, among the more than thirty ghosts, there is his niece.
...
At the last moment before twelve o'clock, the plane landed smoothly.
Passengers began to disembark.
Cao Mingliang held Peng Yong until the end before leaving.
Outside the exit corridor, Cao Mingliang's ordinary special agents from the Special Administration Bureau were already waiting there.
Pulling Peng Yong, Cao Mingliang came to his men in a panic, stretched out his hand, "Have you brought anything?"
The special agent nodded: "Boss, I brought it!"
He said and handed over a small medicine bottle with light blue potion inside.
Cao Mingliang asked Peng Yong: "Lao Peng, do you want to see your niece one last time?"
Peng Yong was suddenly startled, and his expression suddenly changed: "W-what do you mean?"
Cao Mingliang raised the potion in his hand and said, "Put this drop on your eyes and you will be able to see what you just felt on the plane."
Peng Yong naturally didn't believe it.
But after these days, he didn't think Cao Mingliang would harm him.
So, he took the potion in Cao Mingliang's hand and applied it on his eyes.
It was refreshing and cool, similar to Fengyoujing, slightly spicy, and it was difficult for Peng Yong to open his eyes for a while.
Cao Mingliang also applied it to his eyes. He did not react as violently as Peng Yong. He opened his eyes after a while to adjust.
After about a minute, Peng Yong also adapted. Just as he was about to open his eyes, Cao Mingliang covered his eyes, "Old Peng..."
"I was wrong, you better stop reading."
Peng Yong trembled, "What, what?"
Cao Mingliang's voice was choked up: "Don't, don't watch it, really don't watch it, it doesn't look good at all."
Peng Yong slowly held Cao Mingliang's hand and took it away from his eyes bit by bit.
He slowly looked up and saw that the airport was bright at night and the lights were pale. At first glance, there was no life or vitality at all.
Under this kind of light, in a row of seating areas, a total of thirty pitch-black humanoid figures were sitting there quietly.
Don't talk, don't move.
Just sitting there, as if waiting for something.
...
