Mysterious Revival

Chapter 396: Chapter 395 Airplane Malfunction

Wan Delu, although not familiar with Yang Jian, recognized him as a significant character. He had personally witnessed that very moment at the airport security check before boarding the plane, when this young man passed through and immediately drew the attention of the airport’s person in charge, along with nearby special operatives.

The reason was simple: he was carrying firearms, and not just one.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably end up behind bars for a long time, but this man was allowed to pass through, and even his luggage was permitted onboard the plane.

Glancing at the black carry-on bag at Yang Jian’s feet, Wan Delu was certain it contained weapons.

For someone to have connections to obtain weapons was not surprising to him, but to walk through airport security and board a plane so boldly was extraordinary. This indicated that authorities at a higher level had allowed him to carry on board, and he likely even had a permit to carry a firearm, all at such a young age.

It was a terrifying thought.

Perhaps, the big shot of Dachang City wasn’t just boasting—there was a good chance it was true.

With that in mind, Wan Delu felt that making friends with this person was more important than making a few billion.

“Brother, how about I treat you to a meal after we get off the plane? It’s rare to meet someone on a plane. Meeting is fate, and I hope Brother Tui would honor me with his presence.”

Wan Delu said with a grin, a man in his forties or fifties addressing Yang Jian, a young man not yet twenty, as Brother Tui, which seemed like he was ingratiating himself.

It might look a little embarrassing, but he didn’t mind. In business, if your skin wasn’t thick enough, what business could you do?

However, Yang Jian said, “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I don’t have the time. Maybe next time we can do it together.”

“Then would you mind leaving a phone number?” Wan Delu wasn’t upset and asked again.

Feeling a bit cornered by this persistence, Yang Jian had no choice but to leave his mobile number: “I don’t have a business card. This is my number. But most of the time, I’m quite busy. Although you kindly invited me for a meal, I really may not have the time. You can’t blame me for not giving you face then.”

“Of course, of course.” Wan Delu took note of the number, his face blooming with a smile as if he had found a bag of money, which seemed to bring him even more joy.

At that moment, Yang Jian’s satellite locator phone suddenly connected to a call, and Qin Meirou’s voice came through: “Yang Jian, are you there?”

“What’s the matter?” Yang Jian had just given out his number and took out the satellite locator phone upon hearing the sound.

“Ten minutes ago, an incident occurred on the plane you’re currently on. Since the plane is in the air, many other departments are unable to handle it. Although it may seem like overkill, we hope you can go and check it out. Someone will contact you soon, and we hope you won’t refuse,” Qin Meirou said earnestly.

Yang Jian casually replied, “If it’s just someone feeling airsick, falling ill, or even hijacking the plane, I definitely will refuse. I’m not a temp, not everything should fall on my shoulders. Can’t someone else handle it?”

“While it’s still under suspicion, we can’t rule out the possibility of a special incident. It’s better if you go and confirm. If it’s nothing, the air marshal on board will handle it,” Qin Meirou added.

“What a hassle. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have taken the flight,” Yang Jian reluctantly agreed.

Qin Meirou might have made it sound simple, just to take a look and not necessarily get involved, but could any assignments from headquarters ever be pleasant?

In other words, would good news ever make its way up to headquarters?

Of course not.

So, Yang Jian had learned early on, any mission assigned by headquarters that could be refused, should be refused—unless it truly couldn’t be avoided.

“Who is Yang Jian?” At that moment, an air hostess came in with a hurried expression, quickly asking.

That was fast.

“It’s me.” Yang Jian stood up.

“I have been informed to ask Yang Jian to…” The air hostess apparently didn’t know the situation and was just relaying orders.

“No need to say more, I already know. Take me to check on the situation,” Yang Jian said, picking up his carry-on bag and taking out two golden pistols which he strapped to his waist. “Make sure someone keeps an eye on my luggage. If it gets lost, I will be asking your company for compensation.”

“What happened?” Wan Delu, seeing Yang Jian actually taking guns with him, was stunned and asked somewhat panic-stricken.

Yang Jian replied, “You ask me, whom should I ask? The boss has given out an assignment, and there’s no choice but to comply. That’s just how it is when you’re working for someone. You all be careful.”

After speaking, he then followed the flight attendant and left the first-class cabin.

“Who is he? He couldn’t be an undercover cop, could he?” The man in the suit was also taken aback when he saw this.

Wan Delu whispered, “Definitely not, his rank is very high. I overheard his phone call just now; the way he was tasked by the higher-ups was almost consultative, and they didn’t dare to offend him. He’s absolutely a prominent figure. If it weren’t for an incident on the plane and a shortage of staff, he would never have been assigned such a task on the fly.”

“You saw it too, he pulled out two guns just like that, without any concealment. What does this indicate? It shows that he’s openly carrying a gun. If he were someone shady, he would definitely be hiding his gun.”

Hearing this, the man in the suit fell silent, and after a while, he said, “President Wan, do you think it’s too late for me to go apologize now?”

He had thought Yang Jian was just some rich thug, never expecting that the guy’s background was frighteningly significant. Leaving aside whether he had money or not, at the very least, he definitely had the right to carry a gun, and not a small one at that.

However, Wan Delu voiced his concerns, “Whether you apologize or not is none of my business. I’m worried about what major trouble might occur now that Brother Tui is walking around with a gun.”

“Could it be a hijacking, just like in the movies? Haven’t such things happened in America before?” Suddenly, the sexy female passenger who had been eavesdropping from the next seat took off her sunglasses and said a bit excitedly.

“Hijack my ass.”

Wan Delu swore without any class: “With so many people on patrol during the security check, they won’t even let you bring nail clippers, who would dare cause trouble on the plane? The issue is definitely much more serious than that, otherwise, someone as important as Brother Tui would not have been called out.”

“If something happens to the plane, it’s no joke. We could all end up dead.” The man in the suit said with a mix of fear and suspicion.

Wan Delu, of course, understood this, which is why he was particularly anxious.

“No, I have to check out the situation. I won’t be 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 sit still any longer. Although the announcement had instructed passengers to stay in their seats, he ignored it, immediately slipping away stealthily to see what exactly had happened.

At the moment, Yang Jian was following the flight attendant toward the front. As he passed the other passengers, he noticed that they all seemed calm: those who were sleeping, those who were on their phones, it was as though nothing had happened. It seemed the news had been kept secret and had not spread, avoiding panic.

“Tell me, what exactly happened?”

The flight attendant spoke very quietly, “I only heard it from my colleagues; a passenger died in the restroom, and they said the way they died was very strange.”

“How strange?” asked Yang Jian.

He was highly desensitized to death and corpses, and was almost never uncomfortable around them.

“I didn’t see it myself. I just heard it from a colleague,” said the flight attendant.

“Qin Meirou, you sent me to handle this without even collecting proper intelligence. That’s very irresponsible,” Yang Jian said into his satellite-positioned phone. “Regardless of whether it’s a special incident or not, without sufficient information and analysis, if one rashly gets involved in the event, even the most skilled ghost master could stumble.”

The unknown terror of supernatural events is the biggest threat to a ghost master.

Therefore, intelligence and observation are crucial.

“The matter was sudden and circumstances did not allow HQ to gather intelligence; I’m sorry,” Qin Meirou apologized, her tone very serious.

Yang Jian said, “It’s too late to discuss that now. I will confirm whether this is a special incident first.”

He didn’t complain or blame Qin Meirou and HQ because, at this critical juncture, he still needed to rely on HQ’s resources to resolve his own situation. So, for the time being, he had to be on his best behavior.

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

He saw a female corpse lying on the floor, with an article covering her face, hiding her features, and there was a strange chill in the air around her. There also seemed to be a faint trace of an abnormal odor lingering in the air.

That was the smell of cadaveric decay.

“A supernatural event?”

Yang Jian’s heart chilled slightly. He didn’t even need to examine the body; he could tell simply by instinct.

There was a ghost on this plane.