The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Shi Ling and others were all shocked by the man's death state, and they all wondered how this dead body 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 that someone hijacked the plane with a gun?"

Sister Lu was more scared than him, and felt that everything was weird: "But why did this person suddenly appear in the first class cabin? I clearly remember that there were only four of us in the first class cabin. And there was no gunshot just now. How did he die?"

"Where's the stewardess! Stewardess!"

Ji Zhuo hurriedly ran to other cabins, trying to find the flight attendants for help.

However, when he opened the door curtain of the economy class, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

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

However, when his voice broke the silence, everyone in the cabin turned to look at him.

The stewardess stood still, but her head seemed to have turned 180 degrees, and she looked at him like everyone else, showing a strange smile.

"what!!!"

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

"Where is the ghost?"

When Shi Ling heard the ghost, she felt a strange sense of intimacy and ran over immediately.

Yu Chen glanced at Shi Ling helplessly, and was about to follow Shi Ling's pace, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the pistol held by the dead body hanging at his side.

He was slightly startled, took the pistol out of the dead body's hand, opened the magazine, and found that the gun only used a handful of bullets. The spent bullet obviously landed on the owner of the gun.     Did this person commit suicide? Going to all the trouble of taking a gun on an international flight to commit suicide?

Yu Chen looked at the corpse's hand holding the gun and quickly rejected this guess.

This person's gesture of holding the gun is obviously not suicidal. Moreover, if he used this gesture to hold the gun to commit suicide, most people would choose to hit the temple instead of directly between the eyebrows.

"I'll go, it's quite permeable!"

Shi Ling went over and opened the door curtain, and when he saw the strange faces filling the cabin, he was startled even though he was mentally prepared, and he suddenly lowered the door curtain.

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

Shi Ling clenched her fists and thought with some melancholy, wondering if she could beat him.

Ji Zhuo was in a daze, "Didn't there just be a sudden power outage? Why are there not only corpses but also so many ghosts in the cabin? Sister Lu, I must be dreaming, right? I must have been catching up on announcements all day long. I’m so tired. I fell asleep on the plane and that’s why I have this kind of dream. I’m going to wake myself up now.”

Ji Zhuo said, gritting his teeth and making up his mind, he closed his eyes and pinched his thigh and twisted it hard, "It won't hurt in the dream...ah ow!"

Ji Zhuo let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and the pain made him burst into tears. However, when he opened his eyes, he was still in this bizarre cabin, and he couldn't help but feel helpless.

Although Sister Lu was panicked and scared at the moment, she didn't pay any attention to her own artist.

She tried to seek help from the outside world, but found in despair, "There is no WiFi and no signal in the cabin."

Shi Ling said: "This is not the plane we took before. If I guess correctly, this should be Baihang 513, which has been missing for ten years."