The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

Zhou Ling stepped forward.

The female doctor, who had been quiet the whole way, stood up from her seat when Ji Bai sat back down and the cabin was still buzzing.

She didn't huddle together and tremble with fear like the others, nor did she steal glimpses of Ji Bai with those terrified eyes. Instead, she walked straight to the dwarf woman's body, squatted down, put on the disposable rubber gloves from her first-aid kit, and began to examine her carefully.

First, they lifted the dwarf woman's eyelids to observe the pupils' reaction to light; then they pinched open her jaw to check the wear and tear on her teeth.

Then she touched her cheekbones and jawbone to feel the degree of closure of the bone sutures.

Zhou Ling smiled!

really!

Then she pulled a miniature pistol from the folds of the dwarf woman's puffy skirt, held it up and waved it at the crowd, her voice clear and bright:

"Look closely, everyone! She's one of the robbers too! She's carrying a gun!"

"Also, look closely at her bones and skin condition. This is not a little girl at all; she is an adult with dwarfism."

Zhou Ling reached out and tapped the other person's jawbone and hand joints: "Bone age is at least twenty-five years old. Have you ever seen a child that mature?"

A chorus of gasps erupted from the cabin.

Some people craned their necks to get a better look, some gasped and shrank back, and some covered their mouths in disbelief that they had just spent more than an hour on the same plane as an adult assassin disguised as a little girl.

But most people remained standing there, their eyes filled with doubt.

The gun is in your hand; whatever you say goes.

You say she's a dwarf, so she's a dwarf? You say she has a gun, so she has a gun? Could it be that this gun was planted by one of your own people to frame her?

The middle-aged man who had been shouting the loudest earlier shrank back in his seat and muttered, "Who knows if that gun was found on him?" His companion next to him quickly pulled him aside and told him to shut up.

Seeing that no one believed her, Zhou Ling was even more direct this time.

She crouched down, grabbed the dwarf woman's collar by the back of her neck with both hands, and tore it open with force.

"Sizzle—!"

On the upper back of the dwarf was a black and red venomous snake totem, with sharp lines and deep color, which looked like it had been there for many years.

"Now you believe me, right?"

Surely no parent would take their daughter to get a full back tattoo, right?

The cabin fell silent instantly.

Zhou Ling glanced at the crowd, then squatted down and cut open the collars of several white robbers on the ground one by one. Without exception, their backs were covered with identical snake tattoos.

Now, all the dissenting voices have fallen silent.

The cabin was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in enthusiastic applause.

"Well done! Well done, young man! We misunderstood you!"

"That was amazing! That flying kick was so satisfying to watch!"

"Sorry, young man, we were just being rude. Please don't take it to heart!"

"My God, it was a dwarf in disguise! That's incredibly insidious! Thank goodness you reacted quickly, otherwise we would all be doomed!"

"A hero indeed! This is a true young hero!"

The people who were just yelling the loudest are now clapping the loudest!

Zhao Chuang also breathed a heavy sigh of relief, his heart finally settling back into his stomach.

Fortunately, the person he was protecting wasn't some indiscriminate violent maniac.

But then he started to wonder, how did Ji Bai recognize that this was a dwarf robber at a glance?

Also, his skills are amazing!

He knocked out the American underground boxing champion with one kick, took down three armed mercenaries in three moves, and subdued the most hidden dwarf assassin with a swift move.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary dodging or probing.

Zhao Chuang himself is involved in combat sports, so he knows all too well what this level of skill means.

Without more than ten years of high-intensity, eight-hour-a-day combat training, it would be impossible to develop this kind of muscle memory.

Ji Bai is only eighteen years old this year. Did he start training in the womb?

Or is this... what genius is?

On the other side, Zhou Ling pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and was also subtly sizing up Ji Bai.

She remembered clearly that just before Ji Bai made his move, he seemed to mumble something like "He won't let me eat."

What should we eat?

At this critical juncture, he's actually thinking about food?

The more she thought about it, the more unfathomable the boy in front of her seemed. Not only was his academic talent extraordinary, but his skills, observation, and mental fortitude were all top-notch, making him seem nothing like a student who had just graduated from high school.

Ji Bai ignored the applause and comments behind him, leaning back in his chair and looking at the clouds outside the porthole with a slight frown.

Something is wrong!

He always felt that something was missing.

But my thoughts are like a knotted thread, and I can't untangle them in a short time.

The atmosphere in the cabin gradually relaxed, and the joy of surviving the ordeal spread. Some wiped away tears of relief, some took out their phones to let others know they were safe, and others huddled together to discuss the situation.

"Let's head back right away! This was terrifying. Let's make an emergency landing at the nearest airport!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Contact the ground immediately and find the nearest military airfield for an emergency landing. I don't dare sit on this plane for even a second longer!"

"Returning to base..."

Ji Bai's mind suddenly skipped a beat.

He realized something was wrong!

captain!

When he rushed into the cockpit, there were indeed only the captain and co-pilot inside; there were no third-party hijackers.

He initially thought the hijackers had broken in and taken control of the crew, but now, looking back... what if the captain himself was the mole?

Under normal circumstances, when an aircraft encounters a major security incident such as a hijacking, the first reaction should be to disconnect the autopilot, contact the ground, and make an emergency landing and return to the nearest airport.

But when he casually said, "Continue flying along the original route," the captain actually nodded in agreement without saying a word!

There were no questions, no requests for instructions, and not even the slightest hesitation.

This is so unusual!

Ji Bai's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up and rushed towards the cockpit.

This time, however, the driver's cab door was locked from the inside.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Don't hide inside and stay silent, I know you're home!"

"Open the door!"

Ji Bai knocked on the door from the outside, but no matter what he said, there was no response from inside.

"Grass!"

Ji Bai slammed his fist on the cabin door.

Careless.

The lowly crew members, so busy tidying up the passenger cabin, completely overlooked the most crucial part: the cockpit.

He weighed the gun in his hand and aimed it at the keyhole.

One second, two seconds...

Three seconds later, Ji Bai put the gun down again.

never mind!

What if we hit some important parts?

Airplanes are so precious, what if they get damaged?

If the plane crashes, wouldn't that be a complete waste of the simulation?

Fine.

After going around in circles, I still have to make a trip to that island.

Perfect timing! I missed out on a meal last time, so I should make up for it this time.

……

Five hours later, the plane landed on the makeshift runway on the deserted island, bumping along the ground.

Ji Bai was escorted by heavily armed guards and once again entered that familiar reinforced room.

It was the same leather sofa, and the same blonde woman in a black satin dress.

"Ji Bai, you really are fearless in the face of danger..."

"Let's be frank, if you cooperate, the annual R&D funding will start at one billion US dollars, with no upper limit..."

"A commercial airliner crashed into the Pacific Ocean, killing everyone on board. The black box could not be recovered. Is this explanation enough...?"

"You have plenty of time to think it over, there's no rush..."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Ji Bai's voice slowly came from behind her:

"Feed".

The woman turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

Ji Bai sat on the edge of the bed, raised his chin, and spoke with the nonchalant ease of someone urging service at a restaurant:

I'm hungry.