C1 Aerospace Case

Zhao Bofan tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His eyes were as heavy as lead, and his throat was dry. He wanted to say something, but he could not.

"I'm so tired. Where am I?"

Zhao Bofan could not hear anything other than his own breathing and heartbeat.

In the operating theater, Zhao Bofan was lying on the operating table. The doctor beside him was suturing his wound with a cold scalpel. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around with difficulty. His brain was struggling to figure out why he was in the hospital. The light on the operating table was dazzling. Zhao Bofan squinted his eyes. His eyes were lifeless as he looked at the light on the operating table. The voice in his heart gradually faded along with his consciousness. The last second he closed his eyes. This handsome young man slowly called out a name in his heart - Xiaoling!

A week ago. A Boeing 737 was traveling in the dark night sky. Lightning flashed across the night sky, shocking the sky. The violent lightning was like a violent beast rampaging in the night sky.

"Captain has turned on the safety indicator light. Please confirm that your safety belt has been fastened." The big sister in the sky smiled and comforted everyone.

The plane was still bumpy, and most of the people on the plane were panicking. In the back row, an elderly couple with gray hair held each other's hands tightly. There was always a sense of insecurity in the sky. They were thousands of feet away from the surface of the earth. Who knew if the sky would turn into a grave?

Sitting in the back, In the back seat, a man in a red and blue checkered shirt was panting heavily with sweat all over his forehead. It was obvious that he was more nervous than usual. Every time the plane shook, he gasped for air. He took out a syringe from his black briefcase, lifted his clothes, and slowly pushed the liquid inside the syringe at his abdomen.

Beside him, a woman with long red hair tried to comfort him. "Sir, don't be nervous. This is just a thunderstorm. Under such weather, it's normal for an airplane to be bumpy. Look at the stewardess, isn't she still smiling calmly? These were all common occurrences. According to what I know, a plane is the safest vehicle in the world. "

The man panted as he looked at the red-haired woman. It didn't seem like he was nervous because of the bumpy airplanes. "I know, bumpy airplanes are normal."

The man's cheeks were bulging and he was breathing heavily. He felt as if he was suffocating. He unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and walked towards the washroom.

"Sir! The plane is not allowed to get up during the bumpy ride!" When the flight attendant saw that someone was still standing up, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and quickly walked towards him.

It was extremely difficult to walk while the plane was bumpy. The man staggered forward step by step. The flight attendant behind him reached out and pulled him back. The man slowly turned around.

"Ah ~" The stewardess widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands as she screamed in panic. She did not dare to imagine the scene in front of her. The face of the man in front of her was badly mutilated, and the dark red and purple capillaries could be vaguely seen. The bright red capillaries crawled all over her eyes like bugs.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the space with a panicked and uneasy expression. Just as he was about to speak, a green viscous liquid was spat out from his mouth and splashed all over the stewardess' face.

"Ah!" The air stewardess had completely lost her mind...

The woman who had just sat beside the man and comforted him with her long red hair felt an unbearable itch on her face. She scratched her hand a few times and touched it with her hand. She pulled out a thick white liquid, like spider silk with snot all over it. Then, the long-haired woman's skin fell off piece by piece. Screams were like infectious diseases. One person called another person. The entire cabin was filled with sharp screams. The cabin was like a giant spider cave. The surface of each person's skin was covered with a layer of thick white transparent matter. This place was like hell, Living but longing for death.

The stewardess crawled to the walkie-talkie with difficulty and weakly called out, "Help!"

"Help. In the cockpit, the flight attendant's call for help was heard from the walkie-talkie.

The captain said to the co-pilot beside him, "Go and see what's going on outside. Why is it so noisy?"

The co-pilot opened the cabin door and looked at the cabin. He was so stunned that he couldn't say anything. This, this is not a plane. He turned around and looked at the captain, wanting to tell him what he saw. Just as he was about to speak, he felt an itch and pain. Then, his skin felt a burning pain. The co-pilot touched his face with his hand. The entire left side of his face began to fall. His eyes seemed to have melted in boiling water. There were only two bloody holes on his face! The white teeth at the back of his teeth were clearly visible...

The captain also felt that something was wrong behind his back. He looked back and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth in surprise.

The plane flashed with signal lights and continued to move in the night sky.

A black Honda SUV was driving on the road. It had just been snowing in B City, and there were very few pedestrians on the streets. Zhao Bofan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand and supported his chin with the other. A sweet-looking girl was sitting in the passenger seat. Her name was Ye Xiaoling. The girl would glance at Zhao Bofan from time to time.

"Why do you keep peeping at me?" Zhao Bofan smiled.

"How do you know I'm looking at you?" Ye Xiaoling blushed and asked back.

"I am a police officer. Who do you think you are talking to? I advise you to confess and resist strictly." Zhao Bofan turned his head and looked at Ye Xiaoling lovingly.

In the night of B City, there were only a few pedestrians on the streets. The dim neon lights reflected Zhao Bofan's face through the window. His face was angular. He had a high nose bridge and a pair of dark eyes. He was looking at Ye Xiaoling seriously.

It was said that she could not hide the look in her eyes when she liked someone. Of course, Ye Xiaoling understood the message behind Zhao Bofan's eyes.

Ye Xiaoling smiled softly, "Yes, yes, yes. Who do I think I am talking to? "Right, Great Scholar Zhao. You are the most outstanding student in the history of the People's University of China's Public Security. You are a young talent. "I can't escape your Fiery Golden Eyes!"

Zhao Bofan smiled apologetically. "Miss Ye, don't make fun of me."

Zhao Bofan was 27 years old. He graduated from the People's Public Security University's Institute of Counterterrorism Intelligence. He was the top student in his four years of undergraduate studies and postgraduate studies. When he was in college, his friend joked, "Sometimes, God is really unfair. For example, Zhao Bofan, with a handsome face and a smart brain, God created you because he was in a good mood that day!"

"We haven't had a good meal for half a month."

"Don't mention it. Last month, we were busy with a serial murder case. " As you know, the higher-ups have attached great importance to this case. Captain Wang didn't dare to neglect it. Our team has been looking for clues every day and night to solve the case. We finally closed the case yesterday. Today, we will be asked out by you. " After saying that, Ye Xiaoling reached out her hand and gently touched Zhao Bofan's arm.

"Your group works every day and night. I can't contact you or care about you openly. Zhao Bofan said with slight dissatisfaction.

Ye Xiaoling raised the corner of her eye and smiled like a star. "Look at you. We just joined the police force. You know that Captain Wang especially hates office relationships. He often warned the new people with a straight face that rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nest. If they can avoid office relationships, then they won't. " How are we going to solve the case if we fall in love every day? "We are still newbies. We live under someone else's roof. "We can only keep a low profile."