Chapter 771: Cloud Cave

Nan Ming, that brat, actually played with the Silence as a remote-control toy. The greatest mathematician in the world probably couldn't figure out the area of ​​Lu Xingcheng's psychological shadow at this time.

But at this moment, the Silence, which was out of control, suddenly turned its head down and headed towards the download!

"Ah!" On the Silence, the scream broke through the sky, and on Mount Kilimanjaro, the tourists were even more shocked.

The Silence was like a piece of wood that got out of control, with its head down, plunged into the sea of ​​clouds near Mount Kilimanjaro, and disappeared.

Tourists on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro looked down in fear, waiting for the roar of the explosion to come.

but none.

nothing.

After engulfing the Silence, the sea of ​​clouds on Mount Kilimanjaro, like the surface of water after a high tide, floats slowly, and you can faintly see that there are occasional red lights in the gap between the clouds, which is silence No. of tail inflammation.

The huge Silence still looks so small in this sea of ​​clouds. The entire Silence seems to be swallowed by this sea of ​​clouds, and nothing can be seen except for the slightest red light.

After entering the sea of ​​clouds, there is no visual intuition feeling, and for the people on the Silence, it is even more frightening to go crazy.

Want to skydive? Is it about to hit a mountain? what to do? what to do?

Lu Xingcheng was about to be frightened. He held the handle and flicked it frantically, trying to pull the Silence back up. The Silence seemed to be hovering and falling. No matter how he manipulated it, the Silence still maintained its original trajectory. It seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

"Hahahaha..." It wasn't until Nanming laughed loudly that he realized that this guy actually had a handle in his hand!

Lu Xingcheng wanted to take it back, but Nan Ming hurriedly said: "Don't! If you take it again, the plane will really crash!"

"I don't believe you! It's Xiaobai who is in control now!" Lu Xingcheng suddenly realized, how could a handicapped party like Nan Ming use the handle to control the Silence?

The Silence is such a huge behemoth that ordinary pilots can't fly it. Can Nan Ming do it?

"Then you try?" Nan Ming made a gesture to throw away the handle in his hand, Lu Xingcheng was terrified, and quickly said: "Don't! Don't!"

He couldn't figure out what Nan Ming was thinking. Who knew who was manipulating the Silence?

No matter who was operating the Silence, there is no doubt that the Silence did not crash.

A few seconds after the Silence plunged into the cloud, the cloud suddenly shook, as if it had been boiled.

For this cloud layer that is thousands of meters thick and has a radius of hundreds of kilometers, the Silence is very small.

But the Silence is, after all, a behemoth more than a hundred meters long and ten meters high.

On the mountainside of Mount Kilimanjaro, in a camp shrouded in clouds and mist, many people who are unable to climb to the top of the mountain, or dare not continue to climb due to lack of guides, but have to wait here, are also looking up looking at the sky.

They heard that the Silence was above the clouds, but the thick clouds blocked their sight, making them unlucky to witness the heroic appearance of the Silence with their own eyes.

Most of the people who will chase here are supporters of Lanshen Technology, or crazy fans of Silence. They have already come here, and they are just short of the last point, but they cannot realize their dreams. This feeling is not to mention how uncomfortable.

A few middle-aged people were discussing, and they climbed up directly without waiting for the guide, and a few older and more stable people were advising them: "Don't be impulsive, even if you go up, the Silence will probably be gone." Let's go, once you have an accident on the mountain climbing road, it will be troublesome..."

Their persuasion was actually right, but the annoyance of not being able to achieve their goals made these people very stubborn. No matter what the result was, if they didn't try, they might not forgive themselves.

There are two people here, a father and son. The father held his son tightly and refused to let him go. The son was helpless, but couldn't help sighing, and looked up at the sky helplessly.

There are many "fans" in this world. Train fans can work tirelessly and use all their holidays to ride all kinds of trains all over the country. No matter how tired or crowded, they will never tire of it. Ship fans can rush to a specific seaport for any favorite ship to dock, and have a glimpse of the ship. Bus fans will know the transfer of each bus line well...

And they were boat fans before. Both father and son have been engaged in ship-related work. The father is a ship worker and the son is a ship engineer. Later, the father and son opened a small shipyard together. Unfortunately, the shipyard is now pre-cooling , the two people's shipyard was in difficulty, and almost all the workers were dismissed, and they relied on the father and son's private work to subsidize maintenance.

Even so, the two spent all their savings and came to Africa.

This kind of infatuation cannot be described in words, it cannot be called noble or humble, but it is extremely sincere.

I really just want to see it with my own eyes.

But this dream may not come true.

"Let's wait for the next time, the next legendary journey, there is still a chance..." the father persuaded earnestly.

"Next time, I'm afraid we don't even have the air ticket money." The son struggled in his heart, looking at his father's pleading eyes, he couldn't say anything about going up the mountain.

They are not extreme sportsmen, and mountaineering is indeed a very dangerous activity for them, let alone without a guide.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Look!"

What?

Everyone looked up in the direction the man pointed.

In the clouds, it was as if a flame had been ignited. In the gaps in the clouds, red rays of light burst out, which was particularly dazzling.

Like red lightning.

This red light became brighter and brighter until it formed a clearly visible red circle, and the clouds around this circle seemed to be stirred up by a giant hand.

The huge cloud layer with a diameter of at least ten kilometers rolled up and down and gradually thinned, revealing a figure flying rapidly in it.

"Is that... the Silence?" The father and son stopped arguing and stared at the sky with wide eyes.

The Silence is flying in a circle around an invisible center. The huge fuselage and extremely high speed have generated a huge pressure in front of the Silence, causing the water vapor in the sky to condense rapidly. The four main engines , The engines of the six auxiliary engines ejected extremely hot flames, re-evaporating the water droplets in the clouds into water vapor.

Under the simultaneous action of two different effects, the cloud layer in this circle quickly turned into a torrential rain, pouring down crazily, forming a fine thread between the sky and the earth.

And on the periphery of this circle, the clouds gradually faded and expanded at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, as if an expanding black hole appeared in the sky.

No, it's a blue hole.

Behind the huge cloud cave opened up by the Silence, there is a blue sky that is as blue as a jewel.

The rays of the sun, projected from the cave in the clouds, slanted on the camp on the mountainside, coating the tents, wooden houses and all the people on the mountainside with a layer of gold.

At this moment, almost everyone felt the enthusiasm of the sun shining on them. They seemed to hear the voice of the Silence, and the sunlight was the voice of the Silence. It said: "This is for you."

Lazy God, never let his fans down.

After all this was done, the Silence swooped down from above the clouds in a spiral circle, and when it fell to a very low point, it raised its hull again, piercing the sky like a sharp sword, and submerged again. Among the clouds.

This is the posture specially shown for them on the half slope of Mount Kilimanjaro, so vigorous and charming.

On the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro, everyone looked at the golden-blue cave opened above the clouds, unable to speak for a long time.

The father and son who were still together looked at each other and saw the uncontrollable tears in each other's eyes.

Because of all the unimaginable sights in front of them, because of the beauty of the Silence, and because it was specially for their appearance.

On the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, tourists looked down at the Silence soaring into the sky from the clouds, piercing the sky like a sharp arrow, flying all the way eastward with a rumbling roar, never looking back.

Several J-7s followed the escort, and the legendary journey is about to come to an end.

The cloud hole that was forcibly dug out of the cloud layer remained there for a long time, and it took several hours before it was smoothed out again.