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The Prisoner of Thirteen Minutes
墨書 Inktalez
In the air, the scent of caffeine intertwined with that of electronic devices, carrying a hint of chill.
I, Meng Beiye, was the only night watchman tonight.
My fingertips brushed against the cold control panel, and an indescribable pain surged in my heart.
Damn it, the time perception disorder was about to strike again, always hitting me when I least wanted to face it.
On the radar screen, light dots moved methodically, outlining a busy network of flight paths. Suddenly, the green dot representing flight CA876 displayed two trails.
One was CA876's real-time trajectory, while the other was ahead by a full thirteen minutes! That was flight KUN9371, which had lost signal for quite some time!
My pupils constricted suddenly, and a thin mist instantly clouded my lenses.
What on earth was happening?
I instinctively touched my old mechanical pocket watch; the cold metal chain pressed against my skin, and a sharp pain like needles pricked at the back of my neck—this time more intense than ever before!
I forced myself to calm down and tapped on the communication panel.
"KUN9371, this is Yundu Tower. Please respond!"
Static crackled in response—only the harsh sound of electrical noise.
"KUN9371, if you can hear me, please respond. I repeat, if you can hear me, please respond!"
Still, there was only dead silence.
That plane, along with its ghostly shadow appearing thirteen minutes early, seemed to have vanished from this world!
The radar screen was filled with chaotic interference disrupting all signals. Just then, I caught a faint pattern amidst the deafening noise.
Intermittent and flickering.
Was that... Morse Code?!
My heart raced; as an experienced tower controller, I was unusually sensitive to any signals.
This weak signal lay hidden within the overwhelming noise. I stared intently at the screen, struggling to translate those light dots as my fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
S…O…S… It’s a distress signal! Who is calling for help?! The signal is so weak it’s almost imperceptible.
I held my breath, afraid to make a sound.
M…E…N…G…
X…I…A…O…
Meng…Xiao…
My daughter!
In an instant, my breath caught, as if time itself had stopped flowing.
She’s okay?! She’s still alive?
I stared intently at the flight path that was thirteen minutes ahead.
The source of the signal is right there!
From thirteen minutes ago in time!
“Daddy… help…”
The signal vanished completely!
My mind went blank, my daughter’s voice echoing in my head: “Daddy, you’re always busy protecting this sky, yet you never see me.”
Thirteen minutes…
The strange flight path on the radar, leading by thirteen minutes, belonging to KUN9371…
The distress signal from thirteen minutes ago…
The lingering sharp pain at the back of my neck…
In the air, the scent of caffeine and electronic devices intertwined, carrying a hint of coldness.
I, Meng Beiye, am the only night watchman tonight.
My fingertips brushed against the cold control panel, an indescribable pain surging in my heart.
Damn it, the time perception disorder is coming again, always striking at the moments I least want to face.
On the radar screen, the light dots moved in an orderly fashion, outlining a busy network of flight paths. Suddenly, the green dot representing flight CA876 displayed two trails.
One was CA876's real-time trajectory, while the other was ahead by a full thirteen minutes! That was flight KUN9371, which had lost signal for quite some time!
My pupils constricted sharply, and a thin mist instantly covered my glasses.
What on earth is happening?
I instinctively touched the old mechanical pocket watch, its cold metal chain pressed against my skin. A sharp pain like needles pricked at the back of my neck, more intense than ever before!
I forced myself to calm down and tapped on the communication panel.
"KUN9371, this is Yundu Tower, please respond!"
Static crackled in response.
"KUN9371, if you hear me, please respond. I repeat, if you hear me, please respond!"
Still, there was only dead silence.
That plane, along with its ghostly shadow appearing thirteen minutes early, seemed to have vanished from this world!
The radar screen was filled with chaotic interference disrupting all signals. Just then, I caught a faint pattern amidst the deafening noise.
Intermittent and flickering.
Is that... Morse Code?!
My heart raced; as an experienced air traffic controller, I was unusually sensitive to any signals.
This faint signal was hidden within the blaring noise. I stared intently at the screen, struggling to decode those light dots as my fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
S…O…S… It’s a distress signal! Who is calling for help?! The signal was so weak it was nearly imperceptible.
I held my breath, afraid to make a sound.
M…E…N…G…
X…I…A…O…
Meng…Xiao…
My daughter!
Breath caught in my throat, as if time itself had come to a standstill.
She’s okay?! She’s still alive?
I stared intently at the flight path that was thirteen minutes ahead of us.
The source of the signal was right there!
From thirteen minutes ago!
“Daddy… help…”
The signal vanished completely!
My mind went blank, my daughter’s voice echoing in my head: “Daddy, you’re always busy protecting this sky, yet you never see me.”
Thirteen minutes…
The strange flight path of KUN9371, leading by thirteen minutes…
The distress signal from thirteen minutes ago…
The persistent sting at the back of my neck…
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