Chapter 1: Beginning

Chapter 1: Beginning

  Chapter 1 Beginning

In the cabin, the flight attendants were repeating words of comfort to the passengers over and over again, even though their voices were trembling beyond recognition. Many passengers were sobbing desperately, and some took out paper and pen to write down their last words.

 Xu Chuan was sitting on the window seat. Through the porthole, he could see the burning aircraft engine. The flames were stretched by the speed of the aircraft into a straight line and printed in the night sky.

 If someone saw it, they would probably think it was a shooting star.

 Unlike the others, his face was silent and emotionless.

 ‘This scene is so familiar. ’, he thought in his mind.

 “Ha”, I don’t know why, but he actually laughed under such circumstances.

The plane began to descend rapidly, the lights in the cabin had gone out, and the passengers made all kinds of desperate sounds, but Xu Chuan just turned his head and looked at the seat next to him. There should be someone he knew very well there.

 He reached out his hand to grab something, and then the plane shook violently.

 Explosions, screams, and darkness invaded.

 …

 Xu Chuan woke up from his dream. Everything in the dream seemed to be vivid in his mind. He rubbed his forehead, sat up from the sofa, and took a deep breath, "Oh, I haven't had this dream for a long time."

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked up at the person in the mirror. He was young and had medium-length hair. His cheeks were a little thin and his eyes were a little red because he didn't sleep well. His appearance was a little baby-faced. Too out of age.

“I’ve been here for more than ten years, and it still feels so out of place,” he said to himself.

 Come out of the bathroom and pick up the alarm clock on the bedside. It shows: 2011050703:04 "It's just 3 o'clock, and I actually slept for 12 hours."

I turned on the TV and there was an Arabic TV series playing. It was really fun to watch Sucre, a prisoner played by a black American actor, and his new roommate Michael introducing various people in the prison. The two chatted in Arabic with a Moroccan dialect accent. picture.

"Thank me, if I hadn't come here, you wouldn't have even watched Prison Break." Xu Chuan leaned on the bedside and faced the TV, as if speaking to the whole world.

 It has been more than ten years since I came to this world because of the plane crash. When I woke up, I found that I was an eight-year-old boy, and the time had returned to 1998.

Lying in the hospital ward at that time, Xu Chuan could only look blankly at the anxious but unfamiliar people around him. He was extremely nervous in his heart, but there was also a hint of joy. Since he could come here, his wife who was on the same flight as him was He would also come here. Thinking of this, he almost used up all his rationality to prevent himself from jumping out of the hospital bed.

 After coming out of the hospital, Xu Chuan also knew from the information he obtained every day and the memories in his mind how horrible what happened to this body was.

The original owner’s mother committed suicide by turning on the gas at home but did not know that her son was also at home. After being discovered and sent to the hospital, the original owner’s mother became a vegetative state due to lack of oxygen to the brain for too long. The original owner was rescued, but of course it can be said that he was not rescued, because the one alive now is Xu Chuan, who has the same name as the original owner.

In the following years, Xu Chuan took care of the mother of the original owner while getting familiar with the world. He searched for his parents in his previous life. After all, they were in the same city. He found his home in his previous life at this time, but found that he lived there. It's not my former parents.

After he became an adult, he conducted in-depth investigations and found that his family had become completely different from his great-grandfather's generation, which in turn affected his father's generation to become completely different. However, his mother's side had always been in her hometown in Hebei Province and had never been to Tianjin. At the store, the family search plan was aborted before it even started.

The situation with his wife is similar. This person does not exist at all, but Xu Chuan does not want to give up, because they are all on the same plane. Since he can come over, it means that others can too, maybe not the same person, maybe she too Looking for herself in her own way, maybe... there are many possibilities.

He even posted some songs and novels from previous lives that both of them liked after the Internet became popular. However, the email address used for contact contained nothing except spam messages and invitations from some music companies. Hope rose again and again. He was disillusioned for many times until now, many years later, he had almost forgotten what that person looked like.

"I'm so hungry. I don't know if I can find anything to eat outside at this time." Xu Chuan said to himself after getting dressed, and put an HK45T in the holster of his armpit.

Talkada, a famous port city in western Morocco, also has a name that is famous because of a movie, Casablanca.

Xu Chuan walked on the street, habitually wearing the hood of his clothes on his head. There were not many people on the street. After all, it was still late at night. The shops on both sides of the street were all closed. After 10 minutes, Xu Chuan sat helplessly. In a 24-hour KFC on the street, I was eating a burger that tasted completely different from that in China, and at the same time I looked out the window alertly.

  Recently, the Middle East and North Africa have been very uneasy. A few months ago, a Tunisian committed suicide, triggering riots that almost swept the entire Middle East. The West took the opportunity to shout that the spring of Rabo was coming.

This has caused serious problems in the security situation of many countries in the region. The streets are full of people who can't survive and are ready to commit suicide. The social order is on the verge of collapse. You must be careful when going out.

Looking outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, not far away is a white four-story building. The building is brightly lit, and there are staff walking around working overtime. The sign at the door seems to be a newspaper office, and there are flowers planted in front of the door. There are a few coconut trees and a small parking lot across a narrow road, with a few scattered cars parked inside.

"Yohou", Xu Chuan, who was accustomed to observing his surroundings, glanced at an unlit alley not far away, and felt a sense of vigilance inexplicably.

The entrance to the alley in the dark is very narrow. If you are not a local or don't look carefully, you will never find it. Not to mention that it is early in the morning. As long as you are a normal person, you will never go there. So what are the flashing cigarette butts there? Who is this lunatic who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night? "Smoking is bad for your health, you idiot."

Curiosity suddenly aroused, he finished the burger in a few bites, quietly took out the pistol from his arms, covered it with a backpack, installed the silencer, opened the safety, and put it back into the holster under his arm.

Picked up the happy water on the table, sipped it and walked outside. Trying to look as natural as possible, he unzipped his coat so that he could pull out his pistol at any time.

Xu Chuan walked slowly like an ordinary person who couldn't sleep at night and wandered around. When passing by the alley, he glanced inside seemingly unintentionally. A white man about 30 years old was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette out of boredom. There were already several cigarette butts on the ground.

Seeing someone walking by, the white man also glanced at Xu Chuan warily, then quickly threw away the cigarette in his right hand and stretched his back.

Xu Chuan also did not hesitate. First he threw the paper cup in his left hand and hit the opponent's face accurately. He quickly took out the gun with his right hand and shot twice in the chest. Then he raised the muzzle slightly and accurately shot the head. The whole process was extremely smooth. Slippery and smooth.

"FUCK", Xu Chuan cursed secretly, and quickly hid in the alley. After making sure there was no one else, he kicked the P226 away from the white man's hand, then looked around in the dark to make sure no one noticed, and touched it. After feeling the man's pulse, he couldn't help but say, "It's so **** unlucky." He grabbed the body's clothes and dragged him deep into the alley.