Hearing the explosion of the plane crash, Arthur immediately stood up. He walked onto the platform outside the cave entrance and looked into the distance, but in the overly humid air, the fire quickly went out, leaving only a thin wisp of smoke rising from the nearby forest.
"Go! Arthur! Go... It might be a plane crash. Someone needs help!" Oliver clutched his chest and tried to stand, but fell to the ground again. He coughed hard twice and shook his head, looking far from clearheaded.
"You stay here. I'll go take a look." Arthur also realized the seriousness of the situation. Judging by the shock from that explosion, the entire plane had probably been destroyed. If there really had been passengers...
Arthur did not dare think any further. He quickly jumped down along the protrusions in the cliff face, then pushed aside the scattered plants and fallen trees on the ground and ran toward the crash site.
From far away, he saw thick smoke, but by the time he got there, it had quickly dispersed. He spotted two figures standing in the distance, and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. If they were standing, then their lives were not in danger.
But when he got closer, Arthur was shocked to discover that the two people standing there were Schiller and Hal.
"Professor, and Mr. Pilot, what are you doing here?" Arthur hurried over and asked.
"I..." Hal wore an extremely unwilling expression. Schiller poked him with his umbrella again, and Hal sighed before reluctantly admitting, "I wanted to fly over to find you, but who knew the plane would crash? It must have been a problem with the plane's quality. It had nothing to do with my flying skills."
Arthur opened his mouth and looked at the mangled wreckage