“Why haven’t these two people ran yet? Could it be that they’re planning on hiding in the hotel the whole time?”
“Speaking of which, the investigation team is pretty stupid too. Their targets are clearly hiding in the hotel right under their noses, yet they still haven’t found them after searching for so long.”
“The key thing is, Xu Mo actually doesn’t seem worried at all about the investigation team finding them, as if he’s determined that the team won’t come up here. I’m very curious what basis he has for this judgment?”
In order to conceal their whereabouts as much as possible, Xu Mo and Yang Jingxuan had already spent two days in the hotel without even leaving their room.
The livestream viewers saw them lying around in the hotel room for two whole days.
During this time, Xu Mo didn’t do much, spending almost the entire time on his phone doing who knows what.
The show’s executive director Song Yixue was also watching the livestream. Seeing the composed Xu Mo appearing on Camera 3, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help curving up.
“This season of the show is indeed much more interesting than previous ones.”
She really underestimated this Xu Mo. With the investigation team so close by, what gives him the confidence to still be so calm?
Does he still have some backup plan?
...
Knock knock knock.
Hearing the knocking on the door, Yang Jingxuan instinctively looked to Xu Mo.
“We didn’t order any room service right? Could it be the investigation team here to find us?”
“No,” Xu Mo shook his head. “The person we’re waiting for is here.”
After speaking, Xu Mo got up to open the door.
“The person we’re waiting for?” Yang Jingxuan muttered to herself in confusion.
When she turned to look towards the door in puzzlement, she saw the person who had knocked was no longer there. But there were now several large and small delivery packages in Xu Mo's hands.
Xu Mo carried the pile of packages into the room and told Yang Jingxuan to close the door.
As Yang Jingxuan went to close the door, Xu Mo started opening the packages.
After closing the door, Yang Jingxuan came to Xu Mo’s side and curiously pointed at the packages. “Are these the things you ordered with that flight attendant’s phone the other day? What’s inside them?”
“A special printer, special paper, and all kinds of random stuff like ink, chemicals, and stage makeup supplies used by TV crews. ”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jingxuan became even more confused.
“What do you need all this stuff for?”
Xu Mo didn’t offer much of an explanation, simply replying in a composed manner, “You’ll see soon enough.”
As he spoke, he began busying himself opening up the packages one by one and taking out their contents.
Yang Jingxuan stood at the side, completely unclear about what Xu Mo was up to. Her clothes camera was pointed right at him too.
The livestream viewers also had no idea what Xu Mo was planning to do.
...
Ten minutes later, Xu Mo stopped his movements, satisfied as he flicked the pilot qualification he had produced after those ten busy minutes. “Done.”
Seeing the pilot qualification that Xu Mo had been fussing over to produce for half an hour, Yang Jingxuan’s voice went up several notes higher.
“A pilot qualification? You were making fake documents?!”
At the same time, the viewers in Camera 3’s livestream were also dumbfounded.
“What exactly does this Xu Mo guy do? He even knows how to make fake documents?”
“This is insane! Did you see how skilled his hands were just now? If he told me he makes a living by forging documents I would believe it!”
“Dude’s breaking the law here, making fake papers so smoothly. Speaking of which...what’s he making a fake pilot qualification for? Can that thing help him escape?”
...
“Stop making a fuss, let’s clean up and get ready to head out,” Xu Mo said to Yang Jingxuan.
Xu Mo took one of the smaller packages into the bathroom. Shortly after, when he emerged, there was stubble on his face and a scar—looking completely different from before. If Yang Jingxuan hadn't seen him go into the bathroom with her own eyes, she wouldn't even recognize this middle-aged man as Xu Mo.
“What are you...”
“I’m going to apply for a pilot job at an airline company, and you’ll apply to be a flight attendant. We’ll go together,” Xu Mo replied.
Hearing this, Yang Jingxuan’s little head was filled with immense confusion.
Apply for pilot? Apply for flight attendant?
What was Xu Mo trying to do?
Shouldn’t they be thinking of ways to evade the investigation team right now?
Seeing Yang Jingxuan’s expression, Xu Mo had already guessed what she wanted to ask.
“Let me guess, you want to ask why we should apply for jobs right?”
Yang Jingxuan nodded vigorously, hoping Xu Mo would resolve her doubts.
The next second, Xu Mo walked to the window and pointed downstairs. “Take a look. As the investigation team’s home turf, they have way too many advantages here in Ram City. They can easily pull together so many people anytime, which is very disadvantageous for us.”
“What does that have to do with you applying to be a pilot?”
“Dummy,” Xu Mo rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we can walk out of Ram City, and to leave by plane or high-speed rail we’d have to buy tickets under our real names now, which we obviously can’t do. But just because we can’t buy tickets doesn’t mean I can’t fly the plane right?”
Yang Jingxuan: “???”
She understood what Xu Mo meant now.
He was going to apply for a pilot job at an airline, then use his pilot status to fly a plane out of Ram City and escape!
But...could Xu Mo even fly a plane?
“In a bit I’ll print out a flight attendant resume for you to use when applying too,” Xu Mo ignored Yang Jingxuan’s terrified gaze and busied himself printing out a flight attendant resume for her.
No need to forge the resume itself, she could fill it out however she wanted as long as it wasn’t too outrageous. Furthermore, Yang Jingxuan’s looks and height already met the requirements to become a flight attendant, so there wouldn’t be an issue with her applying.
Tugging at Xu Mo’s sleeve, Yang Jingxuan said, “Let’s just turn ourselves in, Xu Mo...”
Even driving requires passing a driving test. Surely flying a plane is much harder than driving a car?
Even if his forged pilot qualification didn’t raise any red flags, there’s no way Xu Mo knew how to fly a plane right?
Clearly impossible.
Seeing this, the livestream exploded.
“F*ck...escape Ram City by flying a plane? I can’t believe Xu Mo came up with that!”
“So that’s why he went through the hassle of making a fake pilot certificate, he’s planning to fly out of Ram City?”
“He’s crazy, absolutely crazy. Since when can regular people become pilots?”
“Xu Mo probably doesn’t know that airline companies don’t just look at your qualification when hiring pilots. They’ll definitely ask some technical questions during the interview too, he’ll totally get exposed as a fraud!”
“Xu Mo is screwed now. If his fake certificate gets discovered, the airline staff will definitely call the cops and he’ll get caught red-handed.”
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