Most of the first-class passengers had spent years navigating the rough and tumble of society.
They were already highly alert, and with the flight attendants looking ready to collapse, they could hardly remain seated. They loudly demanded to know what had happened in various languages.
Drawing on her considerable professionalism, the chief flight attendant walked to a concealed panel in the cabin wall, pulled out a keypad, and entered the code.
Normally, only the pilots could open the cockpit door. In an emergency, however, a code could be entered. If nobody inside chose either to open the door or engage the lock,
the door would open after a short wait.
But the seconds ticked by without any sign of the door opening, and the flight attendant's heart sank lower and lower.
Its failure to open could mean only one thing.
Someone inside the cockpit had locked it shut.
The security officer came over and quietly asked the flight attendant what had happened.
She said nothing, merely pointing at the cockpit door. He leaned forward to look inside, and shock instantly filled his face. Clutching his head, he cried out,
"Oh God!"
By now, more and more passengers had realized something was wrong. They shouted and called out, desperate to learn what had happened.
Several first-class passengers could no longer restrain themselves. Ignoring the flight attendant and security officer's attempts to stop them, they insisted on approaching the cockpit door to look inside.
Their terrified screams followed.
"Murder! Murder! Someone's been murdered in there!"
Even the well-trained, experienced flight attendants and security officer had no idea what to do.
With the cockpit locked from within, they had no way to open it.
Zhang Xiao tilted his head and whispered, "Dad, does this count as the prediction coming true? Should we go