"Loop Flight": Looks Like Something's About to Happen

On the screen, the young man had changed his posture at some point.

The relaxed, reclining posture was mostly gone.

He still appeared expressionless, but the subtle yet palpable aura emanating from him spoke volumes about the impending storm.

Upon seeing this, the comments section also fell silent.

Ji Yang subconsciously straightened his posture, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Looks like something bad is about to happen."

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As Xu Xi felt the turbulence of the aircraft, she thought to herself, "Here we go."

He subtly touched the seatbelt around his waist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to unstable turbulence ahead, the aircraft is experiencing a slight bump. Please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you for your cooperation."

The other four people, who were organizing the clues, were all interrupted by the sudden jolt and the broadcast.

Manya was the first to notice something was wrong, and she immediately took out her Item.

It was still that ballpoint pen; after all, it was pitch black outside the window, and only Item could tell the time.

However, the test results made her expression freeze.

"Sizzle--"

The cabin lights started flashing without warning.

With each flicker of the lights, the light dimmed a little more, and the bulkhead became more damaged.

Everyone noticed this.

They all left their seats and gathered in the aisle, their expressions filled with vigilance.

This was because the same change had occurred among the passengers around them, and no one dared to remain in their seats and wait for the change to complete.

Xu Xi turned her head and glanced at her seatmate.

The blond, blue-eyed man continued to read the magazine with great interest, but his skin gradually turned pale and bluish-white as the lights flickered.

Even the corners of the magazine pages were curling and yellowing at an unusual rate.

However, in a short while, the cabin, which had been relatively normal just moments before, was now visibly lifeless.

"This is..." Itanu steadied himself and cautiously observed his surroundings.

"Time has started flowing on this plane," Manya whispered, revealing her discovery.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

What would it mean for a stationary airplane if time started flowing again?

His gaze swept quickly across the rust and dark stains that were gradually emerging on the bulkhead, and Yansheng's voice finally became urgent. "It means this plane is heading towards its inevitable end."

Itanu was taken aback upon hearing this.

The fog in my mind seemed to be lifted a little in that instant.

'What time is it now?' 'Time stands still on this plane.' 'Time has started to flow on this plane.'...

Their previous state was actually the moment before the plane crashed! Or rather, frozen in that moment!

Time has now resumed its flow, which also signifies the start of the crash countdown.

So... what the young man said was actually reminding us of this?

Their task was clear: find a way to survive before the plane completely crashed.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Itanu subconsciously wanted to look at that person.

Since the other party was able to see through this so quickly, their understanding of this Dungeon is clearly far superior to theirs.

If someone is willing to offer advice, it's either because they're "genuinely kind," or... they simply don't mind sharing the information they receive with them.

Because the truly crucial information is still in that person's hands.

However, he suddenly stopped a second later.

Amidst the sea of gray figures, the black-haired youth sat out so conspicuously that it was impossible to look away.

... The other person did not get up and leave their seat like they did.

Itanu's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, others also noticed this scene.

What's going on? Why are you still sitting still in this situation?

Before they could think it through, the plane suddenly dipped downwards.

The feeling of weightlessness during the fall made the four people's hearts clench, and they instinctively gripped the backs of the seats closest to them.

The lights inside the cabin flickered even more rapidly at that moment.

Amidst the violent jolting, the group could only barely grip the backs of their chairs to try and steady themselves.

Itanu gritted his teeth and struggled to move towards his seat.

Although it's unclear what the black-haired youth knew, the fact that he remained completely still under such unusual circumstances at least indicated that he wasn't at his wit's end.

He decided to follow the example of the young man.

Yansheng nearby, saw through Itanu's intention.

He suddenly said, "Just because he can sit still doesn't mean you can."

"If you don't know his trump card, then even if you sit back down, it's still a completely different matter between you and him."

Itanu paused for a moment, then turned his head away.

In the dim light, the man's eyes seemed to possess a certain peculiar allure.

Yansheng's lips twitched slightly. He asked, "You seem quite interested in him. Why?"

Itanu felt a momentary lapse in consciousness, and was about to speak—

The fuselage suddenly dipped again.

This time the drop was even greater than before.

This also brought Itanu back to his senses.

He knew without even thinking what had just affected him.

The player with the mole on the corner of his mouth is carrying some kind of mental Item that can interfere with his consciousness through dialogue or eye contact.

The fact that the other party chose this moment to use it on him clearly indicated that they wanted to extract information from him while he was distracted... information about the black-haired youth.

Mean!

Yansheng met the Tattooed Man's wary gaze and sighed silently.

How come he always times things so perfectly? He really just wants to get some information out of me.

Was he just incredibly unlucky, or was this guy blessed by Lady Luck?

"Whether I pay attention to him or not is none of your business." Itanu looked away, no longer meeting the man's gaze. "You'd be better off thinking about how to survive."

The words proved prophetic.

Manya was initially quite steady, but during the rapid and violent jolts, an invisible force struck her wrist.

The plane suddenly tilted again at that moment, and she was thrown to the other side of the aisle by inertia. Her shoulder slammed heavily against the edge of the seat, and she groaned as she fell to the ground.

Aleksye reached out and grabbed her arm, his knuckles turning white with force. "Get up first."

Manya gritted her teeth, trying to use the momentum to stand up.

Sudden--

"Pfft!"

A Table Knife pierced through her body.