Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Today was supposed to be your day to reunite with your mother, Rez Hill, but a meddlesome demon has taken your soul, so the Ivy League won't have to issue a nasty obituary tomorrow morning..."

"Leon Daniel, the underground gladiatorial arena should be thanking you tomorrow morning for finally dying in an innocent disaster. Unfortunately, some meddlesome demigod has used your soul as payment, allowing you, this bastard, to once again fight within its walls..."

"Fax, oh Fax, your three brothers will be weeping their hearts out at dawn. Ah well, go back and enjoy your life, for your soul has been destined for the angel of death..."

Almost simultaneously, a whisper rang in the ears of everyone who wrote their real names on the list, exchanging their ethereal 'souls' for a chance to live.

Amidst the whispers, Aisha Fax, a flight attendant, swayed slightly, her consciousness gradually fading.

She forced her eyes open, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Extreme darkness enveloped the surroundings, and even when she stretched out her hand, she couldn't see her own fingers.

"Where is this? Mr. Kong? Are you there?"

Elsa nervously stretched out her hand and waved it wildly in the darkness, her fingertips tracing the empty void.

Ding-dong!

The crisp metallic clanging sound, like the ringing of bells, was followed by a beam of golden light that suddenly pierced the darkness and entered Aisha's eyes.

As if grasping at a straw, she hurriedly ran towards the golden light, her steps unsteady yet resolute.

As you approach, an exquisite door slowly comes into view.

"Open it, and you may return to the place you long for, but after your soul dies, it will belong to the angel of death..."

Just as Elsa's hand gently touched the doorknob, the whispered words rustled again, like a gentle breeze brushing past her ear.

Where does one's soul belong?

Elsa came from a devout Prophetic evangelical sect and was a rather unconventional Amerigo girl from a young age, maintaining a pure and chaste lifestyle.

She devoutly believed that under the protection and guidance of the prophet, her life would surely get better and better, and her brothers would also grow up healthily.

Most importantly, you will go to heaven after you die.

The soul belongs to the angels of death...

Aisha's hand, gripping the doorknob, trembled slightly, a hint of wavering in her resolve.

"Madosa, is someone outside?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind the door, clearly reaching Elsa's ears.

It was the voice of his eldest brother, Gemas, while Madosa was the name of his youngest brother.

Is this my own door?

Aisha took a small step back in surprise, eagerly examining the doorway before her.

As she tried to examine the details of the door more closely, the golden light made it appear somewhat blurry.

"Brother, I feel like sister is outside."

Her younger brother's voice came from behind the door again, his voice childish yet tentative, as if he were subtly tempting her.

"Don't be silly, our sister is a flight attendant, she's flying in the sky right now."

"Shall we open the door and take a look?"

"You just want to go out and play, don't you? No, your sister said you're not allowed to go out until you finish your homework."

"But I really don't know what 91 ÷ 7 equals."

The conversation between her two younger brothers kept coming from behind the door, and without realizing it, Aisha gently placed her hand on the doorknob again.

This time, without the temptation of whispers, she still slowly turned the handle.

"It should be 15, right? I don't have enough fingers, can you show me... Hmm, the door's open?"

As Gemas was explaining a math problem to Madosa using his index finger, he suddenly noticed the door being gently pushed open.

"elder sister!"

Madosa jumped up excitedly and threw himself into Aisha's arms, only to feel warm drops of liquid gently dripping onto his head.

He looked up and saw his sister Elsa's tearful expression.

"Sister, why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

Madosa timidly released her grip on Aisha, her little face full of worry as if she had done something wrong.

Elsa remained silent, only bending down and tightly embracing her younger brother, tears silently streaming down her face.

"It's alright, it's all alright, my sister is back," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

beep, beep...

A series of hurried footsteps echoed as the second brother, Jurano Fax, rushed down from the attic. His eyes met those of his eldest sister, Aisha, and his gaze first fell upon her in astonishment, then turned to disbelief.

"Sister? What's wrong...?"

Zhu Langlu glanced down at the news on his phone that "a passenger plane traveling from Xinxiang to Hills has lost contact in the evening," then looked up at his sister in front of him. He was speechless for a moment, his lips slightly parted but unable to utter a complete sentence.

But after taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he strode over and hugged Aisha tightly.

"I'm so glad to see you're alright, sister. I thought we'd never see each other again." Zhu Langlu's voice trembled slightly.

Aisha nodded, sobbing, and pulled her two younger brothers into a tight embrace, leaving Jemas standing there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene.

……

"Sigh, I didn't even get a tenth of my soul, and you're offering such a dedicated temptation to make them willingly give up their soul and open the door."

The doorman lazily twirled the keychain, making a soft jingling sound.

One by one, the people in the cabin vanished into thin air, until only the two devout old men remained.

"Shouldn't you share with me...?" the doorman said to Kong Jiu in a tone that was half teasing and half complaining, but when he caught sight of the little girl next to Kong Jiu, he swallowed his words back.

"Where did they all go?"

Kong Jiu frowned, watching the figures disappear one by one, and asked curiously, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Who knows?" The doorman scoffed and curled his lip. "The top floor of your own property company? A cozy family home? A prestigious sports field? Everyone's 'dream' place is different."

"So they all survived, right?" Kong Jiu asked, his brow still furrowed.

The doorman nodded, and with a casual wave of his hand, a golden door slowly appeared behind him.

"For Abby's sake, this time you owe me, you angel of death."

He gracefully took a step back and gently stepped into the misty area behind the door.

"We'll meet again. I hope that by then I won't be a phantom, and you won't be a paralyzed divine messenger..."

The doorman's voice drifted further and further away, until the door closed gently with a "snap," ending completely.

The black and white world slowly regained its color. Kong Jiu and Abi looked at each other blankly, their eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

"What kind of person is he exactly?"

Kong Jiu spoke first, unable to contain his curiosity, asking a question with a tone full of inquiry.

Abby shook his head, gently loosened the large jar in his hand, and a small door quietly appeared. The jar fell into it and disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Men is a good person. He taught me this strange magic for opening doors," she said earnestly.

No matter how Kong Jiu looked at it, he felt that the doors to the magic were exactly the same, clearly indicating that a portion of some kind of power had been transferred out.

Forget it, I can't worry about that anymore.

With the doorman no longer in control, the black and white world gradually regains its vibrant colors, and time begins to flow again.

The cabin became empty, with only two elderly people sitting quietly in their seats, their eyes piercing as they watched Kong Jiu approach.

"Old folks, would you rather die here?"

Kong Jiu looked at the two elderly faces and asked with a helpless expression.