Chapter 8: You Might Not Believe It If I Tell You

"Excellent, we survived."

"We finally landed; we didn't die!"

After high-altitude flips risking life and death, decompression during descent, and a landing rollover, every single crisis was fatal on its own.

Yet they all safely weathered and endured them.

Everyone couldn't help but embrace and weep.

Never before had they felt life so precious, or human life so fragile.

Fortunately, they survived.

"Right! Captain, quickly call the captain out!"

"Yes, yes, go get the captain now. Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint against you."

"Complain, we must complain!"

Amidst the joy, the passengers were highly agitated.

There was anger, complexity, dissatisfaction...

NH137 landing safely and weathering the crisis was certainly the captain's achievement.

But the danger of NH137 was inextricably linked to the captain.

Like dominoes, or like the butterfly effect, mentioning the captain, the passengers, filled with righteous indignation, surged toward the cockpit, demanding answers.

Over two hundred passengers surged forward.

The momentum was like a flood, like a beast ready to devour people.

Where had the flight attendants ever seen such a scene? Terrified and panicked, they could only keep urging the passengers to calm down.

As for reaching out to stop the passengers?

They did not do it.

In fact, not just the passengers, but the flight attendants were also angry, wanting to question how the captain flew, nearly sacrificing everyone's lives.

Only Flight Attendant Zhujiang was stopping the passengers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down, listen to me."

Flight Attendant Zhujiang was closest to the cockpit.

She faced the passengers' anger head-on, yet she did not retreat, spreading her arms to block the cabin door.

Others not knowing the truth did not mean she did not know.

She knew very well that none of this was the captain's fault.

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me. The plane's accident has nothing to do with Captain Hasegawa; do not blame Captain Hasegawa."

It was like a rebound from the bottom.

The moment Flight Attendant Zhujiang spoke, the angry passengers, hearing her words,

had their fury ignited in an instant, exploding with a roar.

"Bullshit! The plane flew like this, if not the captain's fault, whose fault is it?"

"Do you take us for fools? The plane flying like this is definitely inextricably linked to the captain's piloting."

"Yes, yes, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Hundreds of curses, one after another, drowned out Flight Attendant Zhujiang's earlier words.

At the same time, the passengers rushed forward.

Charging toward the cockpit door.

Since the flight attendant wouldn't move aside, they would break the door open themselves.

"Akiyama Mina, charge with me, let's grab the captain together and get answers."

"Yes! Rush in, grab the captain and ask. Damn it, I want to see what his true intentions were to try to kill us."

At this moment, the passengers' anger was ignited, exploding completely.

However, just as the passengers surged forward crazily,

"The captain is already dead!!!"

The words, hoarse and desperate, were shouted from Captain Zhujiang's mouth.

Captain Zhujiang was seen spreading her arms, blocking the cabin door, eyes tightly shut, shouting the loudest volume she had ever felt in her life, her voice cracking from the effort, giving her all!

The noisy cabin fell silent in an instant.

The passengers' faces, filled with righteous indignation, froze in shock, unable to believe it.

It was as if they had heard the most absurd words in the world.

Only a moment passed.

The clamor rose again.

And this time, it was more intense than before.

"Impossible! How could the captain be dead? If he were truly dead, who was flying the plane? Who just landed us safely? You are lying!"

"Yes, you are definitely lying to us."

"You just don't want us entering the cockpit, so you say such things."

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Facing the questioning, the passengers' disbelief, and the passengers surging forward again,

Flight Attendant Zhujiang did not get angry or retreat, still spreading her hands to block:

"The captain is truly dead; he died when the plane was ascending. He was..."

Click!

The cockpit door opened.

Including Chief Steward Zhujiang, everyone shut their mouths and looked toward the cabin door in unison.

Huh?!

A teenager?!

When the cabin door opened and they saw the person stepping out, everyone except Chief Steward Zhujiang was stunned.

"Yo."

Wang Zun walked out, found himself stared at by over a hundred pairs of eyes, and couldn't help but raise a hand and give a casual "yo."

In an instant, some people's eyes went wide as saucers, some wore wild expressions.

Their looks were remarkably uniform.

Shock, astonishment!

What kind of joke is this—how could there be a high schooler in the cockpit of a commercial flight? Could it be… the plane's trouble was because the high schooler was messing around?

Right!

Where's the captain? Where's the co-pilot?

How could the cockpit have let a high schooler in?

One question after another swirled in the hearts of the passengers and flight attendants.

Just then.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please make way."

Stepping out of the cockpit, Wang Zun waved his hand, signaling everyone to clear some space.

Right after, someone walked out from behind him.

"Hiss! Is that the captain?!" Just as everyone was confused by Wang Zun's behavior, someone suddenly shouted.

In an instant.

Everyone turned pale with fright, and some couldn't help crying out.

In their gaze.

After a high schooler walked out of the cockpit, two more people followed in succession.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes, and the co-pilot.

The reason they identified that person as the co-pilot rather than the captain was that the two of them didn't walk out on their own—they were carrying something out.

It was a corpse.

The corpse of a middle-aged man in uniform.

Judging by appearance, he was older than the co-pilot—clearly the captain.

"It really is the captain… he's dead…"

Looking at the captain's corpse, the passengers and flight attendants suddenly turned to Chief Steward Zhujiang.

So the chief steward hadn't been lying.

What she said was true.

"What on earth is going on? The captain's dead—so who's flying the plane?" a passenger muttered, eyes full of bewilderment.

In response to everyone's confusion, Chief Steward Zhujiang gave them an answer.

"Actually… the captain died even before the plane took off. At the time… when I opened the cabin door, I saw…"

Chief Steward Zhujiang told them what she had seen.

Not long after.

She finished speaking, looked up at everyone, her expression sorrowful, and reached up to wipe her tears.

"The captain must have hit a bird, and then died."

The passengers' expressions turned complicated.

They had wronged the captain. From start to finish, the captain had been doing his duty, flying the plane until the very moment he died.

"If it wasn't the captain flying, then who was?" someone asked Chief Steward Zhujiang.

Without hesitation, Chief Steward Zhujiang reached out, her finger swept past Co-pilot Nakano, paused briefly, then pointed at Tian Wu.

"I don't think I'm wrong—it was this Mr. who was flying the plane, who saved all of us."

In her view.

The co-pilot's eyes were injured.

It was clearly impossible for him to pull off superb flying skills.

Only Tian Wu—this man who, amid the crisis of the plane's ascent, kept his composure—could possibly have rescued NH137.

Involuntarily, Chief Steward Zhujiang grasped Tian Wu's hand, her face full of gratitude.

"Thank you for saving…"

The other passengers also stepped forward at this moment, wanting to properly thank Tian Wu.

Now, everyone understood the cause and effect of the plane's incident, understood that their safe return was inseparable from the person flying the plane.

Without the person flying the plane, they would absolutely have been doomed.

Being alive now was entirely thanks to the person flying, so naturally everyone expressed their boundless gratitude.

"You've got it wrong. I didn't save you, and I wasn't the one flying the plane." Tian Wu cut off Chief Steward Zhujiang.

Huh?

It wasn't you flying?

Including Chief Steward Zhujiang, everyone was stunned, and instinctively looked at Co-pilot Nakano.

If it wasn't Tian Wu, then it must be Co-pilot Nakano.

Instantly, everyone's eyes lit up one after another.

Nakano the co-pilot is incredible — so dedicated.

Injured eyes, yet still able to pull off such superb piloting — that's against the heavens.

But the thought had only just begun to form in everyone's minds.

When they saw Tian Wu point to Wang Zun beside him.

"You won't believe it when I say it, but after the captain died, the one flying the plane the whole time was Kamikawa-kun. He's the one who saved all of us."

Tian Wu's words rang out.

At the first instant, every passenger had only one thought.

What kind of international joke are you cracking?

As if he understood what everyone was thinking, Tian Wu spoke bluntly, recounting the entire process.

As the only person in the cockpit with nothing to do, all Tian Wu could do was listen and watch Wang Zun fly the plane.

Therefore, regarding the details of Wang Zun flying the plane, he knew them very clearly.

In just a few short minutes, Tian Wu told the story vividly, while everyone listening turned pale again and again.

Emotions of shock, horror, eeriness, amazement, and the like.

Surged up in everyone's hearts.

When Tian Wu finished speaking.

The men kept swallowing saliva, the women kept trembling, every person felt a chill run straight down their spines, a wave of belated fear.

They never imagined that the NH137 they were riding had gone through so many terrifying dangers.

Speaking of it, it was simply a miracle — amid such danger, they had actually survived…

The next moment.

Everyone looked at Wang Zun.

It was him!

This Gao Zhongsheng had saved them!

Feeling the convergence of everyone's gazes, Wang Zun was at a loss for words.

This kind of grateful scene — it was what he least liked having to deal with.

"Mina-san."

Wang Zun opened his mouth, preparing to change the subject, but just then, from outside the cabin, a voice came in.

"Listen up, the hijacker inside — you are surrounded by us. Don't think about escaping; you have no way to do it. Put down your weapon, don't add to your own crimes. You still have a chance to get a lighter sentence. Otherwise, what awaits you will be a painful legal sanction."

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(Begging for recommendation tickets!!!!)