Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The cold wind blew through the cockpit, making the bloodstain appear even whiter and more glaring.

"Is only the automatic flight system still operating?"

Looking at the dense array of dimming indicator lights, Kong Jiu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Impossible. If the plane is still flying, it means it can still be controlled."

He rushed to the control panel, unwilling to give up, intending to pretend to turn the joystick or press a few buttons to restore everything to normal.

But when he actually faced those rows of dull and lifeless instruments, he clearly realized that he couldn't understand them at all.

"Damn it, parachuting is fine, right?"

Kong Jiu was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks, then suddenly stood up and grabbed the flight attendant's shoulder to say something.

"Skydiving from 10,000 meters?"

The flight attendant glanced at him listlessly, her face haggard: "Mr. Kong, let's not even talk about how commercial airlines don't have parachutes. Even if they did, could these ordinary people open the parachutes?"

Kong Jiu's lips trembled, as if something was blocking his mouth, preventing him from opening them.

"How could this happen..." Aisha's lips trembled as she looked at the two stiff, lifeless bodies on the ground. Her body went limp, and she slowly slid down the cabin wall.

A cold wind howled into the cabin, and some passengers curiously peered closer to take a look.

Just one glance, and she saw the two frost-covered remains on the ground, and she instantly burst into a shrill scream.

Terror, following that scream, spread throughout the entire plane in just a few seconds...

"We regret to inform all passengers that this aircraft has lost contact with the ground. We are making every effort to repair it. Passengers with flying experience are requested to proceed to the front cabin immediately for assistance..."

The announcement, choked with sobs, echoed through the cabin, plunging the entire crew into utter chaos and uproar.

"Isn't it said that the probability of a plane crash is lower than that of a car accident...?"

"Hey, honey, I'm fine. Is it noisy around here? No, no... I just couldn't sleep and wanted to hear your voice..."

"How could this happen? I'm supposed to be teaching at Hills University... My life was just beginning..."

Noise, helplessness, guilt, farewell...

The cabin was filled with the voices of countless men, women, and children, from first class to business class, with tears streaming down their faces.

Elsa moved through the aisle, her makeup smudged from crying, but she still managed to comfort the passengers, asking them to stay seated to prevent the plane from becoming unsteady.

Some people who were indifferent to life and death were moved when they saw this girl with her makeup ruined by tears still comforting others.

After the panicked cries gradually subsided, the entire plane fell into a somber silence.

A deathly silence called despair slowly enveloped everyone.

Kong Jiu looked back and saw faces exhausted from crying. He raised his hand and scratched his hair, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him.

Just then, a slender, cool little hand quietly grasped his.

Mina leaned close to his ear and whispered, "If all else fails... let's jump. I'll turn into a bat and carry you; we should be able to land safely."

These words reassured Kong Jiu somewhat.

But... is it really as simple as it sounds?

He had learned that amateur skydivers typically jump at altitudes of around 3,000 meters.

At this moment, they are at an altitude of over 9,000 meters, approaching 10,000 meters.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Mina's blood magic could withstand him.

However, the low temperature, air pressure, and wind pressure at an altitude of 10,000 meters outside are probably conditions that skydiving cannot handle.

Kong Jiu shook his head: "Don't do that unless it's absolutely necessary."

Mina wanted to ask why, but when she met his "trust me" gaze, she stopped asking.

In the dead silence, a bespectacled young man walked dejectedly to the cockpit door.

"Zane Minford... I've played over three thousand hours of flight simulation on the Steam platform, and I was thinking... see if I could help."

The flight attendant nodded and let the young man into the cockpit.

The broken porthole has been barely plugged up with a passenger's belongings, which, while blocking a large part of the view, at least prevents the cold wind from blowing in directly.

Zain and Kongjiu exchanged a glance and silently sat down at the control panel.

"The computer control unit, flight control unit, radio management, main flight display, communication system... why are they all off?"

As Zain stared at the rows of darkened buttons, despair crept onto his already haggard face.

"It seems... only the thrust rod and rudder are still usable."

His voice was filled with utter helplessness as he reported to the purser, "I simply don't have the ability to land manually without a control tower or flight controller!"

"Could we try to... make an emergency landing at sea?" Mina suddenly asked, her tone filled with innocent bewilderment.

"What's the difference between falling from that height into the sea and onto concrete?" Zain retorted, almost on the verge of tears.

The cockpit fell silent once more. The scale of despair seemed to have sunk another notch.

After a long while, Kong Jiu sighed and pulled Mina to a corner.

"I've thought of a more feasible way than turning into a bat and carrying me away," he said in a low voice.

Mina blinked.

"Didn't you just ask me why we didn't just use warp to return to Hills regardless of distance? Well, I'll open a warp rift, we can go in, and then sense the nearest anchor point; maybe we can land safely?"

Mina's eyes lit up: "Great idea! So when are we leaving?"

Kong Jiu raised his head, his gaze falling on Zane's dejected back in the cockpit.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked, "What do you think would happen if I created a subspace rift in front of the plane and let the entire plane pass through it?"

Mina shook her head vigorously, gritting her teeth and whispering, "Are you crazy? Your transit station isn't even half the size of a first-class cabin. If you try to squeeze in, you'll be the first one who can't stand it!"

Forcibly stuffing objects into a warp-space transfer station beyond its capacity will not only cause the stuffed objects to become lost in the Chaos Sea, but the holder will also suffer a psionic backlash, with unimaginable consequences.

Mina is right. Kong Jiu sighed and said softly, "Then... we have no choice but to send them in one by one..."

"Big boy, do you want to save them?"

"We can't just stand by and watch them die..."

ten minutes later……

"Mr. Kong's method cannot guarantee success, nor can it save everyone... Please allow your children to line up in the cockpit first. Thank you for your cooperation..."

Aisha's tearful voice echoed through the cabin. One by one, the children were brought before Kongjiu.

"I don't know what methods you have to help my son escape, but if he survives, I'll send out this electronic will immediately, and all 12% of my shares in Pudu Pharmaceuticals will be yours!"

"Sir, my apprentice has been working with me on the research of artificial intelligence since he was a child. If he dies on this plane, it will be a huge loss to the research on the modernization of the Iron Man..."

"Hey, you yellow-skinned guy, take this necklace. Yeah, have my brother take it back to my dad, and half of the Model Cult will be yours..."

With the help of their parents, teachers, and elder brothers, the children gathered around Kong Jiu, some crying loudly, others trying to hold back their sobs.

"Okay, stop coming any closer. The plane needs to stay balanced so I can transport more people!"

With a thought, Kong Jiu transformed the pitch-black subspace rift into a path to survival, tearing open beside him.

"Now, the first batch of children, go in first, quick."