Wang Wei continued to stare at the clouds approaching from the porthole window, consciously trying to awaken his subconscious (unconscious thoughts, desires, actions), and stared at the violent nature outside the window...
He really wants to silently do his best to let his reaction generate words and actions——
I hope that the entire plane and the people inside, the passengers feel safe and that he is doing his best to protect everyone, and are safe and sound!!
They appeared - slowly! The sound of darkness and howling wind came again, deafening, continuing, getting louder and louder until he felt his head was about to burst! Oh, his head...
The wind was hitting his head and half of his face, burning his skin, forcing him to raise his left shoulder to protect himself... his left shoulder...
Left arm!
He raised his arms, grasping a straight metal edge with the gloved fingers of his left hand, and... a strap with his right hand, waiting for something!
A signal, a flash of light or a tap on the shoulder, or both!
Trapped in darkness, emptiness, and trouble, his body was tumbling, twisting, and rushing into the night sky. He... jumped by parachute!!
"No wonder I was inspected at the airport, no wonder I have such an extra-large penis in my pants! Everything... is weird..."
"Are you feeling unwell, sir?"
A soft question suddenly rang in my ears.
His almost crazy fantasy was suddenly shattered. The passenger sitting next to him touched his left arm——
The fingers on Wang Wei's raised arm were spread out, as if he was desperately resisting and maintaining his original position!
But what he saw when he opened his eyes was a smiling service face, a stewardess!
Well?
Wang Wei recovered from his hysterical struggle and blushed. What the hell is he...
He found that his right forearm was lying across his chest and pressed against the suit, and his fingers almost touched a round, soft ball of flesh. Fortunately, the ball of flesh was dodged in time, but his right hand was tightly grasping the lapel...
…
Moreover, cold sweat was pouring from his forehead, as if he had just escaped from the clutches of death!
How embarrassing!!
I’m sorry for the beautiful stewardess facing reality like this??
Something happened and one thing became clear - briefly, wildly!
Just on your own!!
"Uh, I'm sorry," Wang Wei paused for a moment, adjusted himself, and strongly despised himself in his heart. He was not being a hooligan.
He smiled and put down his awkward arms, "It's a nightmare, I'm sorry, I... had a nightmare..." He apologized to the concerned stewardess without thinking.
"It's okay, just be fine!"
The stewardess smiled, very sweet and understanding, after confirming that he was really fine!
Before leaving, he told the passengers around him: "The plane will pass through the clouds soon, please don't be nervous..." Then he turned around and walked away with his beautiful buttocks twisted.
Wang Wei finally woke up from his fantasy!
Well, at that moment just now, I really had a nightmare. His gaze was very violent, very yellow, and extended. After all, it was a very beautiful and attractive twisting thing. I really liked it...
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The sky suddenly cleared up and the plane flew more smoothly.
The smile on the face of the busy stewardess became real again. When the confused and worried passengers looked around at each other, normal service, communication and laughter finally resumed on the plane.
Wang Wei felt that all of this seemed to be related to himself, and even related to his past - or the Switzerland he was about to arrive in? Switzerland. Otherwise, such celestial phenomena and strange encounters could not be explained!
He observed his surroundings but could not draw any conclusions.
There are no devils or people with whom he has crossed paths in the past - on this flight with him, no one!
If there is, his abnormal ability and nerves will definitely detect the shadow of that person among all kinds of strange travelers like them!
He was filled with images and sounds clearly portrayed by the eyes and ears of his mind and the invisible "third eye" on his forehead.
He imagined that if he had just been thrown out of the plane...at night...the signals, metal, and straps were all related to his jump.
Did he skydive?
Where? Why?
"Stop torturing yourself!" He warned himself in a low voice!
Just to free himself from this madness, he reached out from his pocket and took out the fake passport that was made at a high price, opened it and looked at it...
Yes, as expected, the name "Wang Wei" is still retained.
The name was commonplace, and its owner had told the captain and the thin man who gave him the passport that it would cause no trouble.
Just call it Wang Wei! What’s the name? I don’t know, I can’t remember, I really can’t think of it! Don’t ask again!!
But the captain said at the time it was best not to use this name.
"Why can't it be used?"
"Wang Wei? Haha, it's more like a nickname. How could such a beautiful and handsome young man be named Wang Wei? What do you think, young man?" The thin man who actually wanted to make the fake passport for him also repeatedly hinted to him that he shouldn't.
It's better to call it this strange and rustic name.
"Just call Wang Wei!"
He emphasized that he was very tough and stubborn. At that time, even Wang Wei himself didn't know why.
In fact, it was not the case. Wang Wei knew that he was in trouble. His past memories had been completely lost—deleted. What was his name? He really didn’t know and couldn’t remember it.
But now I always feel that some things and experiences in the past are quickly recovering in my brain, and Wang Wei is the only flash memory that existed in his entire brain when he fell from the sky!
This will not be lost! He confirmed!
The letters and spaces in the passport were handled extremely expertly, and the photo used for the police ID card was also well-edited, no longer looking like a cheap photo taken by an automatic camera in an amusement park.
In short, you get what you pay for, so those idiots at the security check didn't even give him the extra-large meat?balls that were tilted inwards from his thighs - like small cannons, firmly embedded in the middle of his two thick?strong?legs.
Let it go, but completely believe that his passport is genuine!
Ha ha!
It seems that I am really lucky. Of course, the passport number has completely changed, seamlessly, and it is guaranteed not to cause an alarm on the computers of the Chinese customs or the Swiss customs or the immigration office.
At least this is the case when the passport holder submits it for inspection for the first time. As for the Swiss customs inspection in Switzerland in the future, is it also the case? It is the responsibility and luck of the buyer Wang Wei!
Haha... Wang Wei smiled inwardly when he thought of this, hey! It doesn't matter!
This kind of guarantee requires a high price in francs, which is no less than the price of process technology and equipment. For various reasons, Wang Wei seems to have understood that this requires a certain relationship between Interpol and the Immigration Bureau.
In order to obtain this extremely important information, the gangsters often paid regular fees to customs officials, computer experts, and all the officials and clerks who worked behind the captain and the thin man.