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I let out a low groan, a sharp pain shooting through my temples.
The outline of the console blurred once more.
The digital clock's numbers flickered wildly.
I tried to grasp that tearing sensation.
It was a... frequency.
If I could... synchronize...
My fingers tapped frantically on the console.
Snowflakes began to form a faint rhythm.
Like... some kind of wave interference.
"…zz…zzzz…"
Amidst the static, an incredibly faint voice drifted through.
It was her!
My heart raced wildly.
"Meng Xiao!"
I shouted into the microphone.
"Dad is here! Can you hear me? Answer me!"
"…Dad… Daddy…"
"…It's cold… so cold…"
"The plane… it's… going down…"
My heart sank to the depths.
"Don't be afraid! Meng Xiao! What's happening? The cockpit? Where's the captain?"
"…It's malfunctioning… everything is malfunctioning…"
"…The captain… he…"
Her voice turned sharp, filled with terror.
"…His eyes… they looked strange…"
Strange?
"…The alarm… keeps ringing…"
"…Dad… I see… someone…"
"…Before the crash… they tampered with the black box…"
"Who is it?! Meng Xiao! Can you see who it is?!"
"I... can't see... wearing... ground crew..."
"But... he mentioned... a name..."
A name?!
"Quick! Meng Xiao! What is the name?!"
"...Zzzzzzz—!!"
"Meng Xiao!!!"
I slammed my hands on the control panel.
"Say it! Just say the name!!!"
"...Chronos..."
A vague word floated into my ears.
Then, silence.
The screen returned to static.
Only my heavy breathing echoed in the empty control tower.
"Chronos..."
I repeated the name, lost in thought.
Who are they?
An organization? A code name?
The black box...
The airplane...
"And the ground crew..."
Countless questions gnawed at my sanity.
There were too few clues.
I didn't know who "Chronos" was, nor where they were located.
But I knew one thing: they wanted Meng Xiao dead.
I would never allow that!
I threw on my coat and rushed out of the control room, kicking open the security door leading to the data center, and sprinted toward it.
The piercing alarm rang out briefly.
The security officer on duty frowned, looking at me with evident displeasure, as if my actions had displeased him.
“Meng Gong, this is not the time…”
“Emergency situation!” I interrupted him, my voice shaky from running.
“I need to access the cockpit voice recorder (CVR) and flight data recorder (FDR) for flight KUN9371 immediately!”
The security officer was taken aback, clearly surprised by my sudden intrusion and this command.
“But, Meng Gong, that’s against protocol… We need permission from the accident investigation team to access that.”
“There’s no ‘but’ about it!” I stepped closer, my gaze sharp and unyielding.
“This is a top-priority directive, authorization code Alpha-Zero-Nine.” This was a level of authorization typically reserved for extreme emergencies by the tower chief.
The security officer's expression shifted slightly, and he dared not hesitate any longer. He quickly began operating the controls.
“Permission confirmed.”
“KUN9371 black box data is being retrieved…”
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