Vaguely, Gu Ji seemed to sense someone calling his name near his ear.
He suddenly opened his eyes!
In front of him was a row of blue fabric-covered seats and heads. Three small gray plastic trays lay across his chest with a brown-haired and a black-haired foreigner sitting on either side. At the far end was an oval-shaped little window, with an expanse of blue sky outside.
Am I on a plane?
Instantly, Gu Ji recalled the Emirates flight disaster involving his father. A faint light of excitement flashed in his pupils, but he quickly came to his senses.
This is a modern level, a game predicting what will happen in the future, not the past.
"Sir?"
"Hey, sir, the flight attendant is calling you!"
At this moment, the brown-haired woman with sunglasses on his left gently nudged him with her elbow.
