Plane Anomaly

Although Wan Delu didn't know Yang Jian personally, he knew that Yang Jian was an extraordinary person. He had personally witnessed the young man being surrounded by airport officials and special forces personnel as soon as he passed through security at the airport.

The reason is simple: he possesses firearms, and more than one.

An ordinary person would probably be jailed for life, but this person was allowed to go, and even his luggage was allowed on the plane.

Looking at the black handbag at Yang Jian's feet, Wan Delu was certain that it contained weapons.

It's not surprising that someone has the means to obtain weapons, but to be able to pass through airport security and board a plane so brazenly is unusual. It means that he has permission to bring them on board, and most likely he is even qualified to carry a gun, especially at such a young age.

That's terrifying to think about.

Perhaps this Dachang City isn't just bragging; it's quite possible he really is.

For this reason alone, Wan Delu felt that making this friend was more important than earning hundreds of millions.

"Brother, how about I treat you to a meal after we get off the plane? It's rare to meet on a plane, it's fate that we met, I hope Brother Leg 'll do me the honor."

Wan Delu said with a smile, the man in his forties or fifties calling Yang Jian, a young man not yet twenty, "Brother Leg" repeatedly, which made it seem like he was trying to curry favor.

It seemed a bit embarrassing, but he didn't care. What kind of business can you do if you don't have a thick skin?

Yang Jian replied, "I'm afraid that won't work. I don't have time. Let's do it together next time."

"Would you mind leaving your phone number?" Wan Delu asked again, not annoyed.

Yang Jian was getting a little cornered by this persistent pestering, so he had no choice but to leave his phone number. "I don't have a business card, this is my number. But I'm usually quite busy. Although you kindly invited me to dinner, I'm not sure I'll be available. Don't blame me for not giving you face then."

"Of course, of course." Wan Delu wrote down the number, his face immediately lighting up with a smile, seemingly even happier than finding a bag of money.

At that moment, Yang Jian's satellite-guided phone suddenly connected to the communication, and Qin Meirou's voice came through. "Yang Jian, are you there?"

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian had just given the number when he heard the noise and took out his satellite positioning phone.

"Ten minutes ago, the plane you're currently on encountered a problem. Because the plane is in the air, there are many things that other departments can't handle. Although it's a bit of a waste of your talents, we still hope you can go and check on the situation. Someone will contact you shortly, so please don't refuse," Qin Meirou said very seriously.

Yang Jian casually replied, "If it's just something minor like someone getting airsick, getting sick, or hijacking a plane, I'd definitely refuse. I'm not a temporary worker who has to handle everything. Can't I find someone else?"

"Although it's only in the suspicion stage, we can't rule out the possibility of a special event. You'd better go and confirm it. If it's not, the air marshals on the plane will be in charge of this matter," Qin Meirou added.

"What a hassle. I should have known better than to fly," Yang Jian reluctantly agreed.

Although Qin Meirou's suggestion was reasonable—that it was just a visit and you didn't necessarily have to get involved—would it really be a good thing for something sent from Headquarters?

In other words, if it's good news, will it be relayed to Headquarters?

Definitely not.

Therefore, Yang Jian had long since learned his lesson. No matter what task Headquarters assigned him, he should refuse if he could, unless he really couldn't refuse.

"Which one of you is Yang Jian?" At this moment, a flight attendant walked in hurriedly and asked anxiously.

They arrived really quickly.

"It's me." Yang Jian stood up.

"I received a notification asking Yang Jian to come over." The flight attendant clearly didn't know what was going on and was just relaying orders.

"No need to say anything, I know everything. Take me there to see what's going on." Yang Jian picked up the bag at his feet, opened it, took out two gold pistols and tucked them into his waistband, then said, "Have someone keep an eye on my luggage. If it gets lost, I'll be asking your company for compensation."

"What, what happened?" Wan Delu was stunned to see that Yang Jian had even brought a gun, and asked in a bit of panic.

Yang Jian said, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? The boss gave me a task, I have no choice but to go. That's just how helpless working is. You guys better be careful."

After saying that, he followed the flight attendant out of the first-class cabin.

"Who is he? Could he be an undercover officer?" The man in the suit standing nearby was also taken aback.

Wan Delu lowered his voice and said, "It's definitely not. He's a very high-ranking person. I overheard him on the phone just now. The way he was giving orders was all in a consultative tone, and they didn't dare to offend him. He's definitely a big shot. If there hadn't been some issues on the plane and we hadn't been short-staffed, he would never have been given such a last-minute assignment."

"You saw it yourself, he pulled out two guns without hesitation, without any attempt to hide it. What does that mean? It means he carries the guns openly and honestly. If he were someone with questionable character, he would definitely hide his guns."

The man in the suit fell silent upon hearing this, and after a long pause, he said again, "Mr. Wan, do you think it's too late for me to apologize now?"

I thought Yang Jian was just a small-time hoodlum with a bit of money, but I never expected that this guy's background was so terrifying. Putting aside whether he has money or not, he certainly has the right to own a gun, and a significant one at that.

Wan Delu said with some concern, "Whether you apologize or not is none of my business. What I'm worried about is that this Brother Leg with the gun walked out. What if something serious happens to the plane?"

"Could someone be hijacking the plane? Just like in the movies? Hasn't something like that happened in the US before?" Suddenly, the sexy female passenger who had been eavesdropping next door took off her sunglasses and asked excitedly.

"Hijack my ass."

Wan Delu rudely swore, "With so many people patrolling security, and they don't even allow nail clippers, who would dare cause trouble on the plane? The problem must be much more serious than this, otherwise someone as important as Brother Leg wouldn't have been blown out like that."

"If a plane crashes, it's no joke; everyone could die," the man in the suit said, sounding uncertain.

Wan Delu certainly understood this, which was why he was particularly nervous.

"No, I have to go and check it out. I won't feel at ease until I get to the bottom of things."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Wan Delu couldn't stay seated any longer. Although the announcement told passengers to sit down, he ignored it and immediately followed the announcement, intending to see what had happened.

Yang Jian followed the flight attendant forward. As he passed other passengers, he noticed that they were all calm, some sleeping, some playing on their phones, as if nothing had happened. It seemed that the news had been kept from them and had not spread to avoid causing panic.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The flight attendant said in a very low voice, "I heard it from other colleagues. A passenger died in the lavatory, and I heard the death was very strange."

"How strange is it?" Yang Jian asked.

He is highly immune to things like death and corpses, and experiences almost no discomfort from them.

"I didn't see it, I just heard my colleague say that," the flight attendant said.

"Qin Meirou, you haven't even gathered enough intelligence on your end before asking me to handle this. That's very irresponsible," Yang Jian said into his satellite-guided phone. "Regardless of whether it's a special event or not, even if it is, without sufficient information for analysis, rashly getting involved could lead to disaster, even for the most skilled Ghost Tamer."

The unknown terror of paranormal events is the greatest threat to those Ghost Tamer.

Therefore, intelligence and observation are very important.

"Because things happened so suddenly, the situation and time did not allow Headquarters to collect intelligence, I'm sorry," Qin Meirou apologized, her tone very serious.

Yang Jian, "It's too late to talk about this now. Let me confirm whether this is a special case first."

He didn't complain or blame Qin Meirou or the Headquarters for their mistakes, because at this critical juncture he still needed the Headquarters' resources to resolve his own situation, so he had to perform well in the near future.

Led by the flight attendant, Yang Jian quickly arrived at a small compartment on the passenger plane.

He saw a woman's corpse lying on the ground, her face covered by a garment, and a strange chill permeated the surroundings, with a faint, unpleasant odor lingering in the air.

This smells like the stench of a corpse.

"A paranormal event?"

Yang Jian felt a slight chill. He didn't even need to examine the body; he could tell just by feeling.

There's a ghost on this plane.