The plane took off again, and the next stop was HK.
Half an hour has passed, and Sixty-Three and Benjamin are still in a deep sleep.
Jiang Xueming was curious, so she fiddled with the two people's boarding passes, hoping to find out their identities and contact their families and police officers.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
"Jiang Xueming? Him?" Xueming was stunned for a moment when he got the boarding pass for No. 63.
Identity certificates, boarding passes, and ticket stubs all point to the same answer.
"Why did this guy impersonate my name and ID?"
Woodpluck: "Let me see?"
Xueming immediately handed the certificate to the driver and waited patiently.
The commander held it in for a long time and finally said.
"It may be someone from the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. Send him to Balasong for interrogation. Maybe he can get the answer."
Jiang Xueming: "Why are they pretending to be me?"
"I don't know." Captain Wood made an assumption: "You are [JoeStar]'s rising star, and you still have the red double sticks given by BOSS. You will open up territory for all mankind in Niflheim.
You have made great contributions, and maybe people regard you as a breakthrough point. If I were a member of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, I would also like to take this opportunity to kill you, and then enter the railway system under your name, and then rise to the top."
"But how did they pass the polarizing sextant test?" Jiang Xueming was still worried. He decided that the matter was not that simple: "This guy, look at this guy's face."
Wood went to carefully observe Sixty-Three's demeanor and facial features: "I'm very old. Although I look like you, I'm still very old."
Jiang Xueming thought to himself, and then said: "Yes, this guy will definitely be found out in the DNA test, let alone the polarized sextant. I guess the security guy outside Longhua Road will recognize him immediately when he sees him.
Come out with this fake."
After saying that, Xueming got up and went all the way to the first-class cabin according to the seat on the ticket. Maybe this guy had other accomplices.
Woodpluck wants to go along.
Xueming put on his mace: "No, commander, you stay here."
"Are you alone?" Wood was deeply surprised.
Xueming: "Their target is me, not you."
Wood: "You think I can't fight? Are you looking down on me? Oops, I'm going to be angry."
Xueming shook his head and pointed at the two weirdos who fell asleep.
"I wonder if they'll suddenly wake up."
As he spoke, he dismantled Mingde's remains into two nunchucks and handed one of them to Wood.
"Captain, please keep an eye on them. I'll come as soon as I go. No matter what happens, I will ask you for help as soon as possible."
In the end, Xueming gave Wood two of the few panacea injections left in his pocket.
Wood smiled brightly: "That's not necessary."
However, Xueming was extremely persistent and insisted that Wood accept it until the round cylindrical syringe was stuffed into the commander's pocket. He grabbed the commander's arm again to prevent the commander from being polite.
He walked step by step toward the customer service room.
Woodpluck took out the dental syringe and suddenly didn't know what to say.
The conductor was still leaning on the pillow of his seat, like a loyal knight, grabbing Benjamin's arm and observing the clock hands on the gold watch.
He shook his legs in boredom and waited.
A full three minutes have passed since Xueming entered the curtain of the customer service room. There was no sound or anything abnormal.
"Wait a moment."
Wood began to talk to himself.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute."
He grabbed Benjamin's arm, but was attracted by the red mark on his arm.
Those are three red marks that look like the claws of a wild beast——
——Then the cautious commander opened the cuffs of his black woolen coat.
"Oh crap."
There is also the same mark on Wood Placker's right forearm.
"It's finished."
There is no doubt that Jiang Xueming's soul power has begun to take effect.
Wood Plunk couldn't detect any fluctuations in spiritual pressure, and he didn't even know when he was attacked by the spirit power.
"What a terrifying ability"
The commander repeatedly slapped his cheeks and rubbed his nose and ears, trying to wake up his physical body from these weak pain signals, but he couldn't do it.
He can't wake up!——
——Completely immersed in dreamland.
"Was it just now?" Wood lowered his head and pondered: "Just now, when he grabbed my hand and stuffed the panacea into my pocket, he just grabbed my arm, and the soul power attack took effect immediately, making my brain behave.
Obedient, just turn off the phone and go to sleep? No, no, no, no, no, I have to confirm again."
Wood ran to the tea room at the end of the plane, found American ginseng and brown sugar from under the counter, and made a cup of tea soup that was so damn sweet that it was almost killing people. Sugar can activate the brain. This formula, combined with some panacea, can make
People realize whether they are in an illusion.
Drink this cup of tea, stare directly at the bright light for ten seconds, and then close your eyes.
Wood murmured——
"——If there are light spots similar to floaters left on the retina, it means that I am in reality and the optic nerve is still working normally. If there are no traces of strong light, it means that I am in a dream. Then come on."
He drank the tea soup in one gulp, and then stuck out his tongue, like a dog that had eaten chili, screaming at the excessive sugar, which made his mouth water.
Immediately afterwards, turn on the strong light of your mobile phone and shine it on your eyes for ten seconds.
He closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated on fighting the dizziness in his brain.
There are still remnants of that strong light spot in the eyes. It doesn’t seem to be an hallucination. Isn’t it an hallucination?
Woodpluck breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Billy the Kid, six rows back, turned around and asked.
"Mr. Wood, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Wood Plunk breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward.
But after taking a few steps, he circled around like a sophisticated machine.
He squatted under the cabinet in the tea room and then asked the second soul torture.
"Why?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Why can I find brown sugar and American ginseng here?"
"why?"
"Generally speaking, airlines have strict regulations on food rationing standards. Such health products containing traditional Chinese medicine ingredients will never appear on the plane for passengers to drink - black tea, green tea, coffee, and cola are more common.
"
Woodpluck frowned.
"Combined with the previous abnormal phenomena, could it be that I, like those two guys, have fallen asleep? That's why this dream comes true?"
"Teacher Wood." Billy Boy's voice became urgent: "Teacher Wood, I have a heartfelt request."
Conductor Plack closed the cabinet door, opened it again and again, and repeated this action, as if he was trying to perform a magic trick.
"Change it for me! Make it more delicious!"
But the beverage counter in the tea room was not as he expected. When he opened the cabinet door for the first time, there was no other change.
Wood immediately stood up and turned back: "Here we come!"
He came to the two little guys, lowered his body and asked, "What's the matter?"
Billy was sweating profusely and grimacing in pain: "Teacher Wood, help me, the package in my stomach must have torn apart. Please do the surgery for me and take them out."
"No problem." Wood smiled brightly and turned to Foianini: "Can you please go to the customer service room to get some tools."
Foianini was so anxious that he almost shed tears and immediately ran to the customer service department, almost falling down.
Wood is still not sure——
——Is all this a dream or his hallucination?
Because it's too real, too real.
He took out a sweat towel and wiped the sweat from Billy the Kid's forehead, and immediately tasted the bitter and regretful pheromones on his tongue.
The emotion of the young man in front of me, the slightly trembling muscles on his face, the messy hair, and the pupils that were slightly dilated due to pain and unable to focus.
Everything is lifelike and cannot be faked at all.
Until Foianini came back——
——He was holding a toolbox in his hand, which probably contained things like electric drills, screwdrivers, and wrenches.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Wood rolled his eyes: "Your friend is Doraemon? Now I have to fix his treasure bag?"
Foianini: "You told me you wanted to find some tools? I just thought so."
Wood interrupted: "Genius."
Foianini: "What do you want? Come on, come on, Teacher Wood! If you want anything else, I'll find it right away!"
Billy: "Don't blame him, Mr. Wood, he has a bad mind."
Foianini: "You have a bad mind!"
The quarrel between the two young men soon attracted the attention of the passengers.
Wood also became busy and had no time to think about whether this was a dream or reality.
He stood up and took out a loudspeaker from his toolbox.
"Passengers, we have a patient here. He has acute appendicitis and needs surgery. Is there a surgeon? Is there a doctor who can help him overcome this difficulty?"
A passenger in the fourth row raised his hand.
"I!"
Woodton felt relieved: "Brother, which department are you from? What kind of surgery have you done?"
The passenger said: "I am a dentist."
Wood: "Sit back!"
Then the commander said helplessly into the loudspeaker.
"Dear passengers, it's a pity that we didn't find this hero. This opportunity to shine can only be given to me - you should try to move closer to the front of the cabin to leave enough space for this patient and let him breathe in oxygen.
I hope he can survive this."
After saying this, Wood immediately greeted.
"Give me the knife, Foianini."
Foianini picked through the toolbox and finally handed over a small hacksaw.
Billy's eyes were straightened and he glared at his friend fiercely.
"Relax, I'm a professional." Wood took off the saw blade and pulled out a table knife from the side of the wafer packaging bag.
Foianini: "Hey! Teacher! There's plain cream on top! It's not clean! I've just eaten cake with it!"
Wood attached the saw blade to the table knife, and then spread the vegetable butter evenly on the blade.
"Sex Bomb! Sex Bomb!"
Before he finished speaking, the goat-headed demon with a flame structure waved its hoof-shaped fist at the table knife!
The heart-shaped fist prints overlapped and fit together, and the plain cream continued to make a blasting sound similar to frying. In just one breath and one breath, the saw blade and the main body of the scalpel clamped with steel were forged into shape.
Billy: "Wow!"
Foianini: "Wow!"
"Do you want anesthesia?" Wood picked up the knife and prepared to disembowel him: "Billy?"
Billy looked fearful: "Will it affect the brain? I read in the news that anesthesia may affect people's intelligence."
Wood: "Then let me ask you a question. What is sixty-three times sixty-three?"
Billy bit his fingernails and didn't answer for a while.
"Uh uh. Three thousand uh. Three thousand six hundred."
Wood's face was expressionless: "Your intelligence is basically free from brain damage caused by anesthesia. This worry is unnecessary."
Billy: "Then give me anesthesia, Mr. Wood."
Wood remained expressionless: "It's a pity that I didn't prepare narcotics."
Billy almost went crazy: "Then why are you chatting with me like this? I'm going to die! Teacher! I feel like the bag in my stomach is bloating, and it seems like it's going to burst."
Wood: "There is another anesthesia method, do you want to try it?"
Billy: "Is it alcohol?"
Wood: "I don't have wine, and flammable items can't get on the plane."
Billy: "Did you knock me out?"
Wood: "No, your intelligence will be visibly reduced due to this kind of anesthesia."
Billy: "What kind of anesthesia is that?"
Wood took out a Playboy magazine from his clothes and showed off the sexy figure of the cover girl.
Billy: "Oh! This can be done! This can be done!"
"I have a panacea in my hand." Wood took out the denture injection: "The whole process will be very, very fast, very, very fast, do you understand? It won't hurt - it will just be over in an instant, like a dream.
"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Billy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the panacea, thinking that he was finally saved, finally saw a reliable person, and finally met a reliable thing.
Foianini jumped up and down happily, almost hitting his head on the roof of the cabin.
Billy: "Teacher Wood, your actions are really reassuring. Have you treated other students like this before? Or are they your comrades?"
"Yes, I saved Van Cleef." Wood said.
Billy: "The name sounds like a bloody, often injured outlaw."
Wood: "She's a female dog, and my wife likes it very much."
The entire cabin was quiet for a while.
None of the passengers spoke—
——It seems that all the melon-eating people, all happiness or curiosity were killed in an instant.
Billy: "Besides what? What about Van Cleef?"
Wood pursed his lips and shrugged meaninglessly: "I have basically never been injured. There are thousands of soul powers in the world, and they all have all kinds of strange uses - I am the best among them. When encountering a big crisis of life or death, I can either defeat the enemy intact or not.
, or he will be carried sideways and taken to first aid."
Billy watched as the clothes on his belly were cut open with a knife——
——Teacher Wood used red and blue pens to draw the path of the knife on his belly.
When faced with the gleaming white knife, Billy finally began to tremble uncontrollably. Without anesthesia procedures, and without the gravitational acceleration of chocolate milk, people would still be nervous when facing a knife.
"Teacher Wood, you must be careful. If you puncture the package of hallucinogens, I'm afraid I will die and never survive again. Before I die, I want to ask you to do one thing for me.
"
Wood: "You tell me."
Billy: "There are a lot of big names in the railway system"
Wood: "Actually, I am one."
Billy: "Can you get me an autograph?"
Wood: "Hahaha, I'm going to put my name on your stomach, oh no! I'm going to sign it on your duodenum."
Billy vowed: "David Victor's signature. If I die, can you get this signature for me?"
Wood's eyes turned from blue to red in an instant.