Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Most of the passengers in first class have been in society.

The sensitivity is extremely high, and the stewardess can hardly stand still. She can't sit still and asks loudly in various languages ​​​​what's going on.

The flight attendant walked to a secret door in the cabin wall with extremely high professionalism, pulled out the password keypad, and typed in the password.

Normally, the cockpit can only be opened by the pilot, but in special circumstances, the password can also be entered if the cockpit does not choose to open or lock the door.

The hatch will open after a while.

But time passed by, and there was no sign of the cabin door opening at all. The flight attendant's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Not opening it can only mean one thing.

Locking hatches were chosen in the cockpit.

The safety officer also came over at this time and asked the flight attendant in a low voice what happened.

The flight attendant didn't say anything, he just pointed at the cabin door. When he stretched his head to take a look, a look of shock immediately appeared on his face, he held his head and shouted:

"Oh, God!"

At this time, more and more people in the cabin felt something strange. They started shouting and shouting loudly, wanting to know what happened.

Several passengers in the first-class cabin couldn't hold it any longer. They ignored the obstruction of the flight attendant and safety officer and insisted on coming to the cockpit door to look in.

Then their frightened shouts rang out:

"There's killing, there's killing, there's killing inside."

Even the flight attendants and safety officers, who are well-trained and well-informed, don’t know what to do at this moment.

With the cockpit locked inside, they had no way to open it.

Zhang Xiao turned his head and asked softly: "Dad, this should come true, right? Should we go and have a look?"

Before Zhang Chengdao could answer, the flight attendant finally made his decision.

The steward suppressed his despair, picked up the phone and said in a trembling voice:

“Now I have to inform you of the unfortunate news that all three drivers in the cab seem to have died, and the cockpit door was locked.

I'm afraid we will soon die, in these last moments."

She couldn't go on anymore, she couldn't be more desperate than now.

In addition to being well-trained, the biggest reason why the flight attendants in the plane crash were able to maintain their composure was that they never lost hope.

Because even if all four engines stop at the same time, there is still hope, such as restarting and making an emergency landing.

But there has never been a situation where the captain killed his co-pilot and observer, destroyed the bridge, and locked the cabin door.

This is a situation where they are waiting to die. There is no hope at all. They are also human beings and they will collapse.

The flight attendant on the plane is still trying to assume his responsibility.

But now his face no longer needs to be described as pale.

She lowered her head and covered her face. After wiping her tears, she picked up the phone again.

"We give everyone a pen and paper"

A muffled sob suddenly erupted from the cabin.

The scene in first class is no better than in economy class. Death is the most fair thing God gives to all living beings.

No one is nobler than anyone else in the face of death. Some passengers even performed worse than those in the economy class. They cried bitterly and held the pens in their hands. They were trembling and couldn't even write a single word on the paper.

Zhang Chengdao opened his eyes, showing a trace of doubt, shook his head and said to Zhang Xiao:

"There is always a strange feeling, Xiaoxiao, let's go and have a look. Although our Taoist sect does not agree with showing the saint in front of others, there is no such thing as a bullshit confidentiality law.

Saving people is important. "

After a pause, he added:

"Be more vigilant, I don't feel right from the front."

The father and son stood up and walked towards the cockpit.

The people around him looked at him with tears in their eyes, but they didn't bother to ask. If they had the time, they might as well write a few more last words.

However, the flight attendant still retains a trace of professionalism. The flight attendant wiped away tears and said:

"Sir, please go back to your seat and stay with your children in the last moments of your life."

Only then did she realize that the two people in front of her didn't seem to be flustered or nervous at all.

Zhang Xiao smiled at her: "Don't worry, everyone will be fine."

Hearing this sentence, the surrounding passengers seemed to have heard some gospel, and they did not even bother to write a suicide note.

He called out in various languages, but neither of them paid attention and went straight to the cabin door.

The flight attendant shook his head: "If you can't open it, the hatch is very strong, so there's no need to try."

Zhang Chengdao tilted his head:

"You come?"

"Of course" Zhang Xiao's magic spell slipped out of his sleeve silently, gently tapped on the door lock, and murmured:

“Alohomora”

Only the sound of the cabin door being mechanically unlocked was heard. Under the dull gaze of the flight attendant, Zhang Chengdao opened the door and walked in.

Zhang Xiao looked serious and raised a finger to the stewardess:

"Shh, don't talk and don't come in. It might be dangerous inside."

The flight attendant hurriedly covered her mouth, her red and swollen eyes began to shine, and she regained hope.

Not only that, other first-class passengers also saw the two people opening the door and walking in, and they immediately roared with joy, even though the father and son had not done anything yet.

But the fact that they were able to open the door was enough to rekindle hope among the people who were already in despair.

Word of what happened in first class quickly spread throughout the plane.

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Zhang Xiao, who was standing at the door of the cabin at the front. His eyes were both desperate and expectant, and without exception, there was a desire for life.

After closing the hatch, those shouts were immediately blocked behind him.

The first thing I smelled was the pungent smell of blood, and the scene inside was almost like Shura Hell.

The flowing blood pooled on the ground, leaving a sticky feeling with every step.

The 'squeaking' sound made by the soles of the shoes when stepping on the blood is even more disturbing, both psychologically and physically.

Two men in flight uniforms had been put into a strange pose.

Their bodies were twisted in a shape that completely violated the human joints, and their limbs were cut with wounds of various sizes. Most of the blood on the ground came from this.

In addition, there were strange symbols and an unexplained sentence smeared with blood on the cockpit glass:

"O great, thy humble servants offer sacrifices to thee."

Cult sacrifice? The father and son's eyebrows wrinkled in unison, and Zhang Chengdao sighed:

"No wonder I always feel that this place is weird. It turns out to be a sacrifice, and they are planning to use a plane full of people as sacrifices. I'm crazy!"

The captain looked no better. His shirt had been taken off, and the tattoo on his back was a very evil and weird-looking demon.

The devil's mouth opened wide, as if expecting to eat something.