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Zzz—!
The white light faded, and the chaotic noise began to unfold on cue.
"The radar is down!" "Communication is lost!"
I stared intently at the radar screen, focusing my thoughts on the sensing point at the back of my neck.
This time, my guidance was clearer and more specific.
"Meng Xiao, passenger in seat 7C, pay attention to his watch."
"Every cycle, the hands stop at the same strange time."
"Tower communication, white noise on a specific frequency, the peaks are regular."
"Check the display at Gate 13, pay attention to the last two digits of the flight number; it’s flashing."
I transmitted all the hauntingly persistent anomalies I had observed through countless cycles.
Time ticked away second by second.
The chaos in the control room escalated.
My heart raced in my throat.
Success or failure hinged on this moment.
Beep… beep…
The intermittent distress signal pierced through the electrical noise once more.
"Dad… help…"
The voice still trembled with fear.
But this time, in the last half-second before the signal cut out, I seemed to sense a faint response.
It was neither language nor image.
Instead, it was a kind of... confirmation?
She received it! She understood!
Zzz—!
The cycle began again.
Before the control room fell into complete chaos, I immediately focused my mind.
"Meng Xiao, analyze those repetitive details."
"They are not random."
"The time on the passengers' watches points to thirty years ago."
"The peak pattern of the white noise is a Binary Code."
"The flashing number at the boarding gate, 71, is... is the flight number of the incident that happened to me back then!"
I transmitted all my deductions to her.
I could sense that on the other end, Meng Xiao was analyzing, validating, and feeling fear.
I could feel a slight tremor beneath her cold emotions.
"Don't be afraid."
I sent her a reassuring thought.
"We'll face this together."
This time, the distress signal did not sound.
The light spots on the radar screen suddenly... slightly changed their course indication!
The change was minuscule, almost imperceptible!
But it was definitely not a system malfunction!
That was her response!
Not only did she understand, but she was also telling me in this way that she was trying, that she was… resisting!
Another cycle began.
It was exactly two o'clock in the morning.
“Binary Code points to a coordinate,” I quickly relayed the information, “an abandoned air defense facility underground at the airport.”
“The plane crash thirty years ago was no accident.”
“Someone is exploiting the time rift… creating disasters… to obtain… something.”
My voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Chronos.
The name surfaced in my mind.
Although there was no direct evidence, my intuition told me that they were the masterminds behind it all.
They were taking advantage of the loopholes in time!
This time, I did not receive a clear response.
But I could sense that Meng Xiao’s emotions had become more complex.
Shock, anger, and a hint of… understanding.
It was as if the message I conveyed validated a long-held suspicion in her heart.
Time was running out!
I took a deep breath, and a bold, almost insane plan began to take shape in my mind.
Since Chronos can utilize the rifts in time and space, why can't we?
"Meng Xiao, listen!"
My thoughts became incredibly clear and resolute.
"This loop is artificially created, utilizing the special electromagnetic fields generated by the tower and the aircraft passing through, resonating with the rifts in time and space."
"If we want to break it, we must create an even greater... temporal disturbance!"
"At the precise moment of the loop's reset, we need to interfere with the main transmitter of the tower!"
"Use a specific electromagnetic pulse to disrupt the stable structure of the rift!"
I could feel Meng Xiao's shock.
This was too risky.
A slight misstep could lead to a complete collapse of time, trapping us forever in fragmented timelines.
"We have no choice," I conveyed my determination. "This is our only way out."
Silence.
A long, suffocating silence.
Just when I thought she would refuse, a cold but firm thought responded to me.
"Coordinates."
"Pulse frequency."
"Trigger time."
No questions, no hesitation.
Only the precision and calm of a pilot belong here.
In that moment, I seemed to see the elite co-pilot, dressed in uniform and meticulous in every detail, maintaining absolute professionalism even in the face of despair.
My eyes began to sting.
"I've locked onto the coordinates, right below where we lose signal each time."
"The frequency... you'll need to fine-tune it based on real-time data from the cockpit. I'll provide you with the baseline parameters."
"The trigger time... is 0.1 seconds before the cycle resets!"
"I need you... at that instant, to adjust the engine output to its critical value while releasing the interference pulse!"
"This will resonate with the chaotic field from the control tower, forcibly tearing apart this closed loop!"
I quickly relayed the details of the plan.
"Can you... do it?"
After transmitting the last piece of information, I couldn't help but ask, a hint of worry creeping into my voice—one I hadn't even realized was there.
After all, this was a complex operation to perform in the final moments before a crash.
"Dad."
A clear thought, imbued with a complex emotion, reached me.
No longer cold code, but... my daughter's voice.
Though faint, it felt incredibly real.
"You’re always busy guarding the sky..."
My heart tightened sharply.
"...yet you can't see me."
Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave.
I'm sorry... Meng Xiao... truly... I'm sorry...
"But this time..."
Her thoughts paused, as if gathering strength.
"I'm here."
"I can do it."
"Trust me."
These three simple words carried immense power.
In that moment, the barriers, misunderstandings, and years of estrangement seemed to dissolve quietly in this silent exchange.
Zzzz—!
The cycle... was about to begin again.
But this time, it would not be a desperate repetition.
Instead, it was... the prologue to a counterattack!
I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms.
"Get ready, Meng Xiao."
"Mm."
A faint yet resolute response.
I knew that in the cockpit of KUN9371, my daughter was already prepared.
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