When we came out of Jinan Airport, my sister was so exhausted that she almost hung on me. If I hadn't supported her, she probably wouldn't have been able to get off the plane.

But then again, this little plane is too brittle, as if it is made of plastic. It is said that airplanes are the legendary means of transportation with the lowest accident rate. Damn, it does have the lowest accident rate, but what if?

One day something bad happened to my family, and I really didn’t even have time to write a will. If something happened on land transportation, there would still be 120, and if the plane fell, even 120 would not dare to come!

When we came out of the airport, it was still very bright outside, and a cool breeze blew in our faces.

I supported my sister and looked around for the bus home.

As a result, I suddenly saw a faint figure not far away.

I suddenly felt that the figure looked familiar.

It was as if I had seen him somewhere.

"dad!"

Before I even recognized her, my sister screamed next to me, waving her hands vigorously while shouting back.

The figure seemed to have heard the shouts from our side, noticed us, nodded, and walked over.

But I couldn't see his face clearly.

Moreover, his figure is a bit blurry, giving people a very unreal feeling.

I grabbed my sister who was about to pounce on me, and carefully looked at the person approaching us in front of me.

It's afternoon now and it's still very bright.

But underneath his clothes was a dark patch.

I can't see his legs.

My sister looked at me doubtfully.

I watched him approach step by step, and even saw the smile on his face.

"What's wrong, kid? I haven't seen you in half a year. I don't even recognize you anymore? Aren't you carrying a magic mirror with you? Take it out for inspection." Dad walked up to me with a smile and patted me with his generous palm.

my head.

"Damn it, why are you reading about things that happened when I was four years old?" I blushed and instantly confirmed the identity of the person in front of me.

Yes, he is my biological father, the captain of the Changle County Criminal Investigation Brigade. Unlike my petty gangster, he is a real criminal policeman.

After my father graduated from the police academy, he began to work hard in the officialdom. He has dealt with all kinds of people from all walks of life in society, and has quite a lot of experience in handling cases. As a child, I was innocent and pure, but I was often fascinated by his boasting.

reverse.

In fact, my father has always wanted me to inherit his father's career, and I really want to become a criminal policeman. However, there was a slight mistake when I filled out my application for the college entrance examination last year. I originally scored 30 points in the major.

He was inexplicably transferred to a certain third college.

Although my father didn't say anything to me or force me to read it again, I could still clearly see the regretful expression on his face. So whenever I had the chance, I would discuss some bizarre mystery stories with him, so that's about it

It might be able to comfort his lost heart a little bit.

"Recent crimes have become less and less technical. Those criminals commit the same crimes and then run away, and then we chase them. It's like a hawk catching a chicken. It's not exciting at all." Dad waited for us to get on.

After getting in the car, he started complaining again.

"Exciting? You'd better take it easy. I've really been stimulated these past two days. If you want excitement, don't call me." I sat in the co-pilot, thinking of the experience on the plane just now.

I still have lingering fears.

"What? What happened to you?" Dad suddenly became interested and looked at me with interest.

I took a long breath and then let it out slowly.

"It's nothing serious. It's just that the plane almost crashed." I still haven't told my dad about last night's weird experience. My sister is still lying in shock and resting on the back seat. I don't know if she fell asleep. Just to be on the safe side.

It's better not to talk about those things.

"Hahahaha," Dad laughed heartily, "How exciting are you? I remember when I took a plane from Qingdao to Shanghai to catch a murderer alone, but before I was halfway through the flight, someone jumped up on the plane.

Four robbers came out and shouted loudly that they were going to hijack the plane. I didn’t have anything at hand at that time, and I was really bare-handed. But as a policeman, who wouldn’t you dare to do something like this? Just when the situation was extremely urgent, I suddenly jumped up.

, come forward..."

Damn it, as soon as this guy mentions those bad things from back then, he immediately gets drunk. He is so eloquent that no one can get in his mouth.

I was no longer the innocent child who had never seen much of the world, so I simply ignored him and took out my phone to play games.

As soon as I turned on the phone, the phone rang with a text message.

Who will send me a text message at this time?

I opened the text message with some curiosity. My scalp was completely numb, and a chill ran up my back.

I saw a line of small words on the screen, which made my hands tremble:

"Boy, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't pick you up. I'll take the car home by myself."

Sign it, Dad!!

grass.

I secretly glanced at my father next to me who was still chattering non-stop.

While he was busy driving, he kept talking.

There is no time to send text messages at all.

There was another cool breeze behind me.

"Hey, hey, wait a moment." I interrupted my father's boasting, emboldened me, and asked him directly: "Didn't you say you wouldn't come to pick us up? Why are you here again now?"

"Why, no?" Dad was interrupted by me, a little unhappy, "I was supposed to receive the leader, but the leader didn't come, so I came. Why do you care so much? Hey, where did I just say it?

"

"So, you sent me this text message?" I ignored him, pulled out the text message, and handed it over directly. If I don't say something clearly now, I will definitely choke to death.

This is my dad. Even if he turns into a ghost, he can't harm me, right?

"Yes, I sent it, what do you mean?" Dad was a little confused.

He actually admitted it?

And judging from his expression, he still doesn’t understand what I mean?

Could it be that I made a mistake somewhere?

Suddenly, a question occurred to me.

I opened the text message and saw, sure enough, the time it was sent was 1:23 pm, and I was still sitting on the plane at that time.

However, mobile phones are not allowed on the plane, so I didn’t receive this text message until I turned on the phone now.

Damn, what a false alarm.

My whole body relaxed and I lay down weakly on the seat.

These past few days have made me really nervous.

I just wanted to take out my headphones and listen to music, but I felt the cool breeze was still blowing behind me.

A very uncomfortable feeling.

Suddenly, the father who had been talking non-stop stopped talking.

His eyes were staring straight ahead.

It was like seeing something particularly terrifying.

Ahead?

What's there?

I followed his gaze and saw that there were only a few cars in front of me. Except for a BMW, I had never seen any other cars among those cars, and I couldn't tell them their brands.

But my father kept stretching his neck and staring ahead, with a very strange expression.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" I felt something was wrong and asked aloud.

"I don't know what's going on lately. I keep seeing some messy things. I don't know if I'm dazzled by them." Dad paused and then said, "Look at the car in front of you now. The one on the far left

In the passenger seat, is there an old woman leaning against the window looking at us?"

After hearing this, I felt a little chilly all over and stared at the car, but all I saw was the closed window on the passenger side.

Where is the old woman?

Dad suddenly seemed to have discovered something again, and shouted to me loudly: "Hey, look, look, the old woman got in again! Can't you see?"

All I heard was that the hairs on my hair stood on end, and my scalp felt like it was exploding.

Dad was talking and gesticulating, and he was speaking very vividly, but I didn't see Nashan's window open.

Dad talked for a while and then fell silent again.

Suddenly, the car we had been staring at suddenly broke through the guardrail on the highway and overturned.

There is another cool breeze.
To be continued...