Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 13
Of course, she hadn’t brought any. Even the sweater she gave to Lin Qiao was a women’s sweater; how could she possibly have brought clothes for Yan Ting? Fortunately, Lin Qiao didn’t seem to want to ask further questions. The female lover breathed a sigh of relief and hesitantly said, “You should be more careful. I mean, live longer.” After speaking, she handed Lin Qiao an apple. Shaking her head, she got up and left, feeling a bit ridiculous. The other party was just an NPC; she didn’t need to have any psychological burden, even if the other party had donated blood for her. The fleeting sense of guilt quickly vanished without a trace.
Lin Qiao took a bite of the apple, paused in chewing, and silently spat it into the trash can. The texture of the apple was off. Although it looked plump, juicy, and fresh, when bitten into, it had no flavor and felt like chewing on paper. He couldn’t determine whether it was his sense of taste that was malfunctioning or if there was something wrong with the apple. Fortunately, Lin Qiao didn’t ponder for long. The brown-haired man shouted, angrily grabbing the collar of a passenger: “This is the fruit you handed in, right? Did you deliberately bring this thing to deceive me?”
The passenger, caught by the collar, quickly said, “I don’t know either. I just took a bite and it had no taste.” Only then did the other passengers start to chime in: “Well, actually, mine doesn’t taste like anything either. It feels like chewing on sand.” “I was terrified. I thought I had mutated. Not only did the fruit have no taste, but the burger didn’t either.” “Could it be that food exposed to sunlight becomes inedible? Can it still fill our stomachs?” “Everyone should probably avoid eating it. Who knows if there will be side effects? What if we mutate?”
The passengers began to inspect their supplies. Some had only taken ordinary food, and anything that wasn’t sealed or stored in the dark had become problematic. Only the canned goods from the warehouse, the meat from the freezer, and some processed items were still edible. One passenger, realizing that everything he had was spoiled, burst into tears. What was he supposed to do? The supplies he had risked his life for were now inedible. The other passengers didn’t offer any help. No one knew when the plane would land next, and food and water were scarce.
“My fruit was clearly taken from the store’s warehouse. There’s no way sunlight could reach in there. Why did it spoil?” The female lover, with a serious expression, quickly drew the attention of the other players. The brown-haired man also curiously asked, “Are you sure? Maybe the warehouse could be exposed to sunlight, and you just didn’t notice?” The female lover affirmed, “I’m certain that place isn’t exposed to light. I even thought it would be a good hiding spot at the time.”
Before the brown-haired man could raise further doubts, the captain from the cockpit walked out. His expression was grave, but he said nothing and headed straight for the tail of the plane, where the barrel fuel was stored. The brown-haired man quickly followed: “Wait, are you hiding something from us? What did you report to Yan Ting separately?” “And Yan Ting might die anyway. Are you still treating him as the leader? Tell everyone what’s going on. We’re all on the plane, and we have the right to know.”
The captain looked embarrassed. The bodyguard player cursed the brown-haired man under his breath. If he wanted to know something, couldn’t he ask privately? Announcing it now would only increase panic. The food issue had everyone on edge, and the passengers were persistent. They didn’t want to be kept in the dark anymore, especially since it concerned everyone’s survival.
With no choice, the captain explained, “There’s a problem with the plane’s fuel. The plane keeps indicating that the fuel isn’t enough for the distance I set. It can only fly halfway before having to make an emergency landing, and it might not even make it halfway.” If the plane could fly 300 kilometers per ton of fuel, why would it indicate insufficient fuel on a route set with a full tank?
As soon as the captain finished speaking, a passenger immediately said, “Did those men in black suits not fill the fuel tanks properly?” “No,” the captain denied. “The plane shows the fuel level, and the weight is correct, but the consumption rate is wrong.” “Moreover, there’s extra fuel in the tail. It’s only stored there when the tanks are full.”
Lin Qiao had a rough idea of what was going on. He looked down at the apple, estimating that the fuel, like the apple, had its internal molecular structure altered, causing it to no longer provide energy.
The passengers were still making wild guesses. Some said the men in black suits had mixed something else into the fuel. Others thought there was still a problem with the plane’s fuel tanks, perhaps they were leaking. Lin Qiao couldn’t help but say, “If the sun can mutate food, could it also mutate fuel?” Lin Qiao’s voice was not loud, and the others didn’t pay attention. Only the bodyguard player, Zhong Minglang, who had been paying close attention to Lin Qiao, had a somewhat complicated look in his eyes. He not only heard it but also seemed suspicious.
The noise from the passengers disturbed Yan Ting, who was receiving treatment. After having the doctor player tend to his wounds, he walked out. Yan Ting was wearing a sweater found by the men in black suits. It was a very ordinary style, also a sweater, black with a high collar that covered all the wounds tightly. Apart from his pale complexion and lips, it was hard to tell that he had been severely injured, but he was clearly weak.
Yan Ting’s arrival silenced all the passengers. One of the men in black suits went to check the extra fuel. He not only examined the color and smell but also used tools to take out a portion and ignite it. The man’s frown deepened as he showed everyone the color of the gasoline: “Aviation gasoline is colored for easy identification. This is 83-octane fuel, but the burning speed is wrong.”
The brown-haired man muttered, “Isn’t this very fuel-efficient and burns slowly?” The man in black didn’t respond. Everyone had eyes; although it burned slowly, the flame was small, and the color of the flame was also wrong. The brown-haired man was still being stubborn: “It could also be that the Iceland airport is cutting corners…” Yan Ting had no interest in arguing with him. After asking the captain how long he could hold on, he reset the flight plan. If there was no airport to land at, finding an open square would do.
The passenger without food had his eyes light up. If the journey was shorter, he could hold on, and maybe he could find food at the next airport. All the players, except for the brown-haired man, had solemn expressions. They had thought that as long as they kept flying and survived for 14 days, everything would be fine, but now it seemed not so simple. Food, fuel, and the dark shadows… especially the fuel, which would continue to deteriorate. Would the plane still be able to take off then?
“It’s important to store fuel in cool places, avoiding direct sunlight, after all, it’s flammable and explosive,” someone said. “But even so, problems still arise,” the female lover sighed. “Just like the fruit I took, it seems that avoiding sunlight alone is not enough. There must be some kind of radiation in the light.”
Lin Qiao was listening to the female lover’s analysis when the system’s cold voice reminded him: [Pay attention to your character. Zhong Minglang is suspicious of you.] Lin Qiao looked up and indeed saw Zhong Minglang staring at him. He could only go to Yan Ting again. Lin Qiao shyly leaned against Yan Ting, his hand reaching for the other’s thigh, and asked, “Master, with the apocalypse coming, don’t you want to do something meaningful? We can…”
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