How can I save your failed life?

There is no other way.

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At an altitude of 8,000 meters, a civil aviation aircraft with white paint is no different from other passenger planes. It is safe and reliable, and can also enjoy the blue sky like oil paintings.

Women of 1.75 meters are rare, but this urban beauty is at least like this, high heels, palm coats, knitted turtleneck sweaters, brand bags, and exquisite makeup. They are all impeccable. This is an excellent woman.

She sat quietly in her seat, with her two fingers pressing against her chin, and looked at the clouds outside the window with a melancholy look, not knowing what she was remembering.

Smack...

The thermos fell into the aisle without any signs because of the woman's loss of consciousness, but thankfully, the lid of the water cup was tightly screwed on.

A middle-aged gentleman with glasses chains closed the book in his hand, politely picked up the water cup under his feet, and handed it to the woman sitting next to him.

"Do you go to work or play?"

The middle-aged man with a shaved head caught up and said that he looked very gentle in his meticulous clothes and glasses.

"I hope both."

The woman smiled and had no intention of rejecting this man who was dressed in a very delicate manner.

"What do you do?"

“I’m a model.”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard her answer and said, "Sorry, I should have seen it long ago."

The woman noticed the compliment in his words and politely replied thank you.

“Stage display or graphic advertisement?”

"Stage show, what about you? What do you do?"

"[You] made me sad. Am I that old? It seems that I should have a hair transplant." The middle-aged man touched his hair, which was not particularly thick, "I am a book reviewer, has you disappointed?"

The woman felt a little interesting, and a strange figure appeared in her mind. She replied: "No, I was not disappointed. On the contrary, my first boyfriend was a writer, although I had no income."

The middle-aged man smiled and asked with interest: "What's his name?"

The woman waved her hand and smiled, with a little recollection in her eyes, and replied, "He is not very famous. When we were together, he published some works, but it seems that he has not published them. His name is Rhodes."

When the middle-aged man heard this name, his expression gradually solidified. Then he took off his glasses and murmured: "Rod... I would have said that I was a businessman, not a book reviewer."

The middle-aged man no longer looked at the woman. He straightened his head and stared at the ground, his eyes lost focus. When he thought of the ridiculous appearance of that person, he couldn't help but curl up a playful smile, "He submitted his works to the essay contest. I was the chairman of the jury at that time, and I judged him to the point of being indecent."

The woman was also a little surprised and felt that there was a coincidence in the dark. She said, "You were really cruel to him at that time. He fell ill in bed after reading the comments and lay down for a full week."

The middle-aged man said seriously: "Sorry, but sometimes, sometimes I have to hurt some poor self-esteem to protect the audience's eyes. Sometimes I may make a mistake in judgment, but this time... Rhodes... his works are really... not familiar with literature and science and have no talent. Are you still with him now?"

The woman shook her head and said, "No, I broke up with him a long time ago, and we didn't have a good time."

The middle-aged man sneered, "I think so, if I participate in the competition with that kind of work... He must have had some mental illness. Rhodes... How could he forget him? The jury staff including me laughed at him for several months."

At an altitude of eight thousand meters, the sound of the plane operating was slightly harsh.

At this time, a woman in the front seat, who was nearly fifty years old, stood up, looking extremely surprised. She turned around and said to the two: "I just heard your conversation, and I can't believe it... It's such a coincidence that I am a literary teacher at Rhodes University, St. Michael's School of Art."

It is a coincidence that middle-aged men and women are both surprised.

Rhodes's university teacher said with surprise: "I informed him of his grade at that time. From that time, I was sure that he had mental problems. I taught books for thirty years and never saw someone like him. What he wrote violated human ethics..."

The Rhodes University teacher hasn't finished speaking yet.

An unfamiliar voice came from the side of his ear.

"Teacher Salmon? I'm Frank, do you still remember me?"

A young male said to a university teacher.

At an altitude of eight thousand meters, the sound of the plane operating was uncomfortable.

The university teacher was extremely surprised and murmured: "Frank... This is simply incredible, just like there is a connection in the dark. Isn't Rhode your classmate?"

Frank nodded and said excitedly: "This is such a coincidence. The world is so small, isn't it?"

The middle-aged man who was doing the book review felt a little uneasy and asked Frank: "Are you friends with Rhodes?"

Frank replied, "That's right, but we were not very kind to him at that time and always tricked him."

hiss……

A man in suit and ties in the plane seat stood up and took a deep breath. He walked towards the four people who were discussing. His expression was extremely unnatural and he suddenly said to the four people: "This is really weird. I am the manager of a supermarket. This guy... Rhode used to work for us because he always had disputes with customers, so I had to fire him in the end."

The uneasiness in the middle-aged man's heart became more and more intense, and even turned into a little fear. He stood up, his expression was nervous, and some sweat oozed out of his forehead. Things could never be such a coincidence. Several people who had never known each other flew to the same place at the same time and took the same plane, and they were all related to Rhodes. Three or four people were considered miracles... But there was a fifth person, and there must be some hidden information in this.

The middle-aged man glanced at everyone on the plane and shouted to the surroundings: "Does anyone else know Rhodes here?"

After a brief silence, there was a overwhelming outbreak, and the originally quiet passenger plane was immediately ignited.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"I know him, too, I am his landlord..."

"Rod...he always buys cigarettes in my store."

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Noises lingered throughout the plane, and everyone raised their hands, and everyone on the plane was someone who had something to do with Rhodes.

The middle-aged man frowned and asked in panic: "Why are you all on this plane? Did you buy your own ticket?"

All kinds of answers are endless.

"No, someone sent me to guard a farm."

"I'm going to have a meeting with the Tourism Director, and they bought the tickets for me."

"I won the air ticket in the lottery, and I can't change the date. I must take it today, otherwise I will not have a share."

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When the middle-aged man heard these answers, his pupils shrank suddenly. His plane ticket was bought by his boss who had a good relationship with him for him, so he asked him to go abroad to relax. Everyone on this plane did not buy the tickets he had on his own. What is the reason?

Everything...maybe it all has something to do with the man Rhodes.

Soon, the middle-aged man's questions were answered.

A female flight attendant was staggering towards everyone. Her body was trembling, and her cold sweat had already wet her entire back. She had to hold the handle of the chair beside her before she could barely stand firm.

The makeup on the female flight attendant's face was soaked with sweat, and she was covered in all her face, but she could no longer care about this at this time. She said to everyone with a crying voice in her voice: "Ro...Rod is the captain of this plane. We are trained together and are friends. Once he asked me out and I refused, he began to become moody. Forget it... nothing important."

The female flight attendant lost all strength, and then knelt on the ground with a loud bang. She said tremblingly, "After the plane took off, he entered the cockpit with a cup of coffee. The door was locked. The captain did not respond. I...I don't know what to do..."

boom!

This news was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in everyone's hearts, and even before everyone could react.

Bang!

The plane seemed to have encountered airflow disorder and shook violently. In an instant, people in the entire cabin were overturned. From the scene outside the window, it could be seen that the plane was falling rapidly.

An old man with gray hair rushed to the closed cockpit door, slapped it with all his life, shouting almost crazy: "Rod! I am John, John Jensen, come out and talk to me! I beg you!"

In the violently shaking cabin, the middle-aged man climbed to the position where the white-haired old man was, hoping that he would be helpful to this situation.

"What is your relationship with Rhodes?" the middle-aged man asked the old man.

"I am his psychiatrist. Once I increased the medical expenses and it was too high, which angered him and he would not come."

After saying that, the old man knocked on the hatch door desperately and said to the captain of the plane, Rhodes, "Open the door, Rhodes, listen to me! This is not your fault. You are also the victim of the whole situation. The person who ruined your life is your parents! They have asked too much from you since they adopted you. They put frustration on you, and they made you suffer! It is not us!"

Rhodes' first girlfriend struggled to climb to the window and saw the entire plane falling down to the city. Her expression had become distorted by fear and began to make a whine like a livestock.

The cabin was filled with screams and howlings, and useless resistance to the cockpit door.

The captain of this flight, Rhodes, came...prepared.

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No matter what purpose, humans are always full of ways to torture each other.

And this show was an impeccable round of perfect revenge, enough to be recorded in history.

Falling, falling constantly...

4000 meters...

3000 meters...

In the cockpit, a man, who was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, collapsed on the seat, smoking a cigarette dejectedly, and placed his legs on the dashboard very indecently, which was quite unruly.

This is a pale man, almost sickly pale, making his originally handsome face a little scary. Even the long hair that was deliberately aroused to maintain the literary atmosphere also looked gloomy.
To be continued...