Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Elsa, the passenger in the second row of first class, please press the call button. Go and handle this immediately."

"Okay, right away."

The pager crackled with static, and Aisha Fax patted her face before nimbly climbing out of the cramped flight attendant lounge.

This young and beautiful flight attendant is from Oklahoma. She is a typical Amerigo blonde with a pretty face and a graceful figure.

Like all young women who consider themselves beautiful, modeling, flight attendant, and acting were all careers she aspired to.

But after she actually became a flight attendant, she realized that being pretty was just a basic requirement.

Educational qualifications and professional licenses are both indispensable. She spent a lot of time learning about service etiquette, aircraft knowledge, and professional training before she was able to secure her position.

Difficult passengers, mundane daily tasks, and strict supervision from the flight attendant—these minor setbacks in life often leave her feeling exhausted.

But she still cherishes this job, which allows her to soar through the skies, showcasing her beauty, and serve others.

Moreover, as a single mother, she also has to support three younger brothers who are still young and inexperienced. She cannot easily give up this well-paid job.

However, this is ultimately a job that relies on youth. As experienced flight attendants say, most flight attendants have to consider changing careers around the age of thirty.

Therefore, she cherishes the present moment. Perhaps after a few years when her younger brothers have all grown up, she can consider starting the next chapter of her life.

Aisha quickly tidied her makeup, and after confirming that her appearance was impeccable, she gently pushed open the cabin door and tiptoed into the first-class cabin.

She dared not make too much noise, as most of the passengers were fast asleep.

The flight from Xinxiang to Hillstown is quite long, taking six or seven hours; even in first class, which is equipped with entertainment screens and work interfaces, most people still choose to pass the time by sleeping.

As soon as Aisha entered the cabin, she noticed a couple looking up at her from among a group of blindfolded passengers; they were the ones who had pressed the call button.

Both were Asian. The man had an average appearance, while the woman was slender and beautiful, but for some reason her skin was unusually pale.

Worry and unease were clearly visible on their faces, and their eyes were fixed on Aisha.

Are you feeling unwell?

As Aisha guessed, she tiptoed down the corridor to the two men, offering a professional smile: "Hello, what services do you require?"

The man raised his hand and pointed to the cockpit door: "Could you please contact the captain?"

Contact the captain?

Upon hearing this request, Aisha's heart sank.

In the past, passengers often noticed potential hazards such as wobbling overhead bins or sparks coming from charging ports and would immediately try to find the captain. However, these issues are actually handled by the cabin crew and do not require alarming the captain.

So she gently reassured him, "Sir, have you noticed any safety hazards? I can check for you without contacting the captain."

To everyone's surprise, the young man and woman in front of them both shook their heads.

"No, please contact the captain."

The man remained adamant and pointed to the hatch again.

"Isn't there a call panel on the door? Just ask the captain about the current flight status."

A hint of doubt flashed across Aisha's eyes.

Could this person be an experienced pilot who noticed the captain was dangerously piloting from some unusual vibrations during flight?

But under the other person's persistent gaze, she still turned and walked towards the cockpit door, holding onto this guess, entered the code, and opened the call panel.

The cockpit of all commercial airliners has a special design: it cannot be opened from the outside, but can only be opened from the inside.

Therefore, the crew must communicate with the cockpit through encrypted communication devices and obtain internal approval before opening the cabin door.

Every flight attendant knows very well the origin of this design: to prevent hijacking by those with malicious intent.

Aisha entered the password, unlocked the panel, and made a wired call through the cabin wall, which was only one layer away from her.

In the silence, time ticked by, second by second.

Elsa's brows furrowed more and more.

No response?

Feeling a little guilty, she subconsciously turned around and looked at the young man.

At this moment, he stood up, looked at himself, and his eyes became more solemn.

Aisha's heart tightened, and she hurriedly hung up the call, then dialed again.

Still no one answered.

The couple had already walked up to her.

"Can you open the hatch?" The young man stared at Aisha with a serious expression.

Elsa broke out in a cold sweat and shook her head. She was just an ordinary flight attendant, and this situation of the captain going missing was far beyond her authority and experience.

"Please wait a moment."

She swallowed hard, trying to remain calm, and pressed another number on the pager panel.

A moment later, a slightly older woman with a "Flight Attendant" badge pinned to her chest quickly crossed the aisle and came to the cabin door.

"What's going on?" The flight attendant glanced at the three of them nervously, then entered a line of numbers on the panel and called the cockpit again.

The deathly silence continued, and her face gradually turned pale.

"So we really can't get in touch?" Facing the flight attendant's puzzled and shocked gaze, the man said in a deep voice, "My name is Kong Jiu. The most urgent thing now is whether we can open the cabin door?"

Aisha and the flight attendant exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting panic.

"To open the cockpit from the outside, you must enter this key." The flight attendant looked at Kong Jiu and slid down the call panel to reveal a red interface.

"But once this code is entered, an alarm will sound in the cockpit, and the hatch will only open after thirty seconds."

The group turned around and looked at the first-class cabin behind them. The passengers were all wearing eye masks and fast asleep.

The alarm would inevitably wake everyone and cause a disturbance; if many people move around, it could even cause the plane to lose its balance.

After much hesitation, the flight attendant finally gritted her teeth and pressed down a long string of numbers.

"Beep beep—beep beep—"

The piercing alarm pierced through the bulkhead and spread from the cockpit to the passenger cabin.

Several passengers groaned as they removed their eye masks, groggily sat up, and then noticed a group of people gathered around the cockpit door.

"Flight attendant, what's going on?" someone shouted first.

Aisha looked toward the source of the sound, her face betraying her nervousness, unconsciously conveying her panic to the other person through her expression.

"Hey? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but judging from the flight attendant's expression, something seemed off..."

"It can't be..."

"Don't make wild guesses! I heard that if something really happens, they'll send food first to calm people down..."

A vague sense of panic, like ink dropped into clear water, suddenly spread and permeated the entire cabin.

The chief flight attendant acted decisively, using the paging panel to summon other flight attendants, who then went to each cabin to comfort the passengers.

Thirty seconds passed.

The alarm stopped abruptly, replaced by the soft sound of the airlock releasing pressure from the airlock leading to the cockpit.

As the alarm was lifted, the passengers stopped staring intently at the spot, but Kong Jiu and his companions remained focused, watching the valve slowly turn.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The valve turned three full rotations, and a blast of cold air, carrying the smell of blood, suddenly rushed into the passenger cabin from the cockpit.

wind?!

Feeling the chill, Kong Jiu's heart tightened, and he pushed open the door valve.

The sight before them made everyone gasp for breath.

Two bodies covered in white frost lay slumped in the driver's seat, their pupils dilated, each with a deep, bone-revealing gash on its neck. Blood splattered across most of the cockpit, then froze into glistening, glaring frost by the cold wind blowing in through the broken window.

"Damn it!" Unlike the three women beside him who trembled with fear, Kong Jiu rushed forward and began moving the body aside. "Flight attendant! Is there anyone on the crew who can fly? Quickly, get someone to fill in!"

He dragged the body while shouting urgently back at me.

The flight attendant, forcing a smile, retorted, "How could the company possibly assign pilots to the flight crew?" She suppressed her fear and looked away, glancing at the control panel.

In that one glance, the last trace of color drained from her face.

On the frost-covered control panel, apart from the faint glow of the autopilot indicator light, all the other instruments were completely dark.

"It's over..."

The flight attendant's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. "Ground control, control tower... all communication is cut off. Even if there were pilots... it's no use..."