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Looking at the serious and nervous flight attendant in front of him, Evan Bell's mind was full of messy thoughts. Although he had experienced many incredible things in his two lives, this situation caught him off guard: How many people can experience a terrorist attack in a real way?

Many people say that when facing a life crisis, or when life is on the verge of the front line, it is easy for people to play a memoir to recall the most exciting moments in their lives. Evan Bell doesn't know what others are like, anyway, he doesn't have it at the moment. Isn't it still a time of life crisis?

Evan Bell didn't have too many thoughts in his mind at this time, just some random thoughts, and various messy scenes rushed left and right in his head. He couldn't even tell a clear picture, and his eyes were always locked in the busy cabin crew, hoping to confirm at the first time whether the black man was a bomb.

However, the scene was completely chaotic at this time, and there was an indescribable suppression spreading in the cabin. Evan Bell's chaotic mind surged in too much information, which made him feel his head seemed a little swollen, and he couldn't help but raise his right hand to rub his temples. The blue veins in the temple began to twitch, as if someone was pulling the blue veins on his neck and constantly exerting force. This made Evan Bell unable to concentrate. He strongly doubted whether he had started to inhale too much smoke, which caused his head to feel a little lack of oxygen. However, he could not enter the bathroom to breathe a little fresh air. This was the worst situation in the closed environment in the cabin.

Evan Bell could clearly feel a tyrannical feeling in her brain, as if someone had brought a set of drums into his head intact and then started a metal rock carnival. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Ha!" Such intense drumming sounds turned Evan Bell's head into a battlefield.

The drum beats were mixed with explosions, gunshots, shouts, and tearing sounds roaring wildly in Evan Bell's head, and the tendons all over his body tense, making all his muscles stiff. This feeling was very bad because it made Evan Bell start to bite his gums involuntarily, otherwise he would explode like a bomb in the next moment.

The muscles began to become sore because they were too tight. It was as if countless people were hitting them at themselves with stones. The touch between the stones and muscles splashed blood. The sound of broken bones and the drum beats in their minds shone together, like a grand symphony. However, Evan Bell felt as if he was tied up by a rope and could not move. He could only silently bear the crazy and raging pain on his body like a tide. He rushed towards his head in a swarm.

Evan Bell is just like a steak that has been tormented repeatedly in the fire of hell. He wants to struggle to resist and exert force, but because his hands and feet are tied up, he can only silently bear the pain from his body to his spirit and then to the depths of his soul. He even gritted his teeth too much and could not release the pain in his bone marrow through screaming. He could only endure the muscles of his body tightly.

Suddenly, the irregular drum beats in my mind began to become orderly. The sound of the bliss and the string of drum beats that Evan Bell had been conceiving just now was perfectly integrated. He could even depict the scene of his voice traveling through the violent drum beats, tearing and shouting.

Almost unconsciously, the soul deep in Evan Bell's heart began to shout. "It's eight o'clock in the morning!" The hoarseness was as if all the power of the body and soul had been vented. "I'm in hell!" The physical and mental pain made the voice louder to the limit, as if it would tear it into pieces in the next moment. This extreme shout was not common in Evan Bell's many years of singing career, but this kind of completely hard rock, before that, Evan Bell's Bell rarely tried, but now he was walking through his soul in a natural way. "Your voice is so strong!" When all the power in his body was gathered in the sound, the feeling of catharsis made Evan Bell feel like he was shaking the earth, and the drum beats that stirred up the stormy waves in his mind were a kind of tragic tragedy. When combined together, it became a powerful force that could change the color of the world. It gathered in the lyrics and simply rushed out violently, "Now, make the trouble!"

This is an unprecedented experience. Evan Bell has never experienced such an extreme challenge in his creative career. It is like jumping down from the cliffs of Mount Everest without any protection. The stimulation from all directions blocked all 36,000 pores. The secretion of adrenaline can no longer catch up with the earth-shaking stimulation in his head.

When Evan Bell roared out the last sentence "Now, let the trouble go." in the depths of his soul, it was like a giant dragon that had been suppressed for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years breaking free from the constraints and roaring to the sky, concentrating all the negative emotions in his heart in these words and completely burst out. There was no hesitation or hesitation, no grace and softness, just a rude feeling of flesh and blood, like a heavy hammer, directly suppressing all the complexities in his head.

"Bang!" Evan Bell could clearly hear the sound of something breaking in his ears, just as if the dinosaur's giant feet were directly stepped down, crushing all the resistance power. All the chaotic thoughts in his mind were instantly destroyed. Tension, worry, hesitation, miscellaneousness, fear, panic, disappeared in an instant at this moment, not only vented with the roar, but also directly destroyed by powerful means without leaving any room for anything.

Evan Bell's eyes, which were already congested, almost at the same time, had their temples twitched miraculously calmed down in an instant, and even the tense muscles on their bodies relaxed. If it weren't for the residual soreness of the muscles being too tight, reminding Evan Bell of what had just happened, even the still tight breathing would not have allowed Evan Bell to confirm that everything that happened in his mind was real.

Evan Bell let out a long breath, which calmed down the chaos of his entire person. Although his head had already ended a battle on the battlefield of fire, it was actually only a few seconds. When Evan Bell's eyes refocused, what he saw was the chaotic cabin, and the depressed despair, panic, and pessimism still spread in the confined space.

Evan Bell looked back at Teddy Bell. Before Teddy Bell could even find Evan Bell's abnormality, he returned to his calm. It has to be said that the power of music is really magical, with an unexplained healing effect and an indescribable venting effect, which made the war that happened in Evan Bell's head ended violently without bloodshed but was extremely cruel.

So Evan Bell, who calmed down, patted his brother's shoulder and said with his eyes, "Everything will be fine." This look was firm and confident and unquestionable. Teddy Bell looked at his younger brother's blue eyes. He hesitated for a while, and finally breathed a long sigh and returned to his calmness. Indeed, the two brothers are standing side by side now, are there any difficulties that cannot be overcome? No.

Evan Bell did not expect that the musical inspiration he produced on the set of "Inception" would eventually turn into such a form of melody, full of uncontrollable tyranny, like an out-of-control rocket, running wildly in his thoughts, but there was a sense of venting, venting all negative emotions.

However, now it seems that this melody only has four sentences, and I don’t know what the final product will look like. Evan Bell can only name it “Turn the truth” and hope that one day in the future, it will produce new inspiration and fill this song.

After suppressing all the negative emotions in his mind, Evan Bell temporarily suppressed his inspiration for music creation. He began to try to appease the anxious passengers in the business class. It was not Evan Bell's greatness, but because in this confined space at high altitude, if this commotion continues, it is likely to cause unpredictable consequences, so this is not only saving people, but also saving himself.

Evan Bell's calmness and calmness, as if it was contagious, quietly gradually brought the impetuous atmosphere in the business class to control. Of course, the most important thing is that the flight attendants have been carrying out unremitting comfort work, and Evan Bell's joining only slightly accelerated the process.

But listening to the commotion in the economy class was still in chaos, with low crying and riots endlessly. Evan Bell looked at the crew members who were checking all possibilities. He knew that only by eliminating all possibilities from the root, the stability in the cabin could come back.

At this moment, the flight attendant walked over and said, "Please go back to your position. The plane is about to land in Dubai. We will land as soon as possible to rule out all possibilities."

Evan Bell did not expect that the plane had arrived in Dubai, and it was always uneasy to be alive in the air. After landing, the sense of security on the land would indeed make the situation essentially improve. So Evan Bell returned to his role in a very good manner, watching the uneasy passengers return to their positions one after another, looking at the black man who was still tied to the ground with a panic expression. The black man was like an irregular time bomb, and no one knew when he would suddenly explode. Fortunately, the news that the plane was about to land gave people a little comfort, which made the cabin almost lose control and finally did not escape control.

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