novelden Chapter 32 I understand now, the cockpit is actually right there...
Chapter 32 I understand now, the cockpit is actually right there...
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"Holy crap! Digestion?! So this whole plane is actually a living thing?!"
"SAN value is plummeting! This isn't just weird, this is Cthulhu-level terror!"
"Don't panic! What kind of situation hasn't I, Feng Shen, seen? He must have anticipated this!"
"Where's the flight attendant? Xia Ning! Come quick and save her! Can you bear to watch your husband get digested?"
"The cockpit? Can we trust this warning? It feels like it's leading us into an even deeper trap!"
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Inside the cabin.
"Then...what do we do?!" a woman asked, her voice trembling with tears.
"Following the instructions over the loudspeaker," Lin Feng's sharp gaze swept forward, "we've reached the cockpit! That's very likely its brain, or rather... its 'heart'!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a terrible change occurred inside the cabin!
The originally hard cabin walls began to soften and become sticky, secreting a viscous, yellowish-green liquid with a pungent, acidic smell, like strong stomach acid.
The surface of the wall panels revealed textures resembling muscle fibers, and began to pulsate and contract rhythmically like a living thing, with the entire cabin space slowly squeezing inward at a visible speed!
"Damn it!" Ivan from Grizzly Bear Country roared, jumping up from his seat.
Like an enraged brown bear, the burly man rushed to the front of the cabin and flung open the curtain leading to the front sections of business and economy class.
However, behind the curtain was not the expected passage, but a despairing, writhing, flesh-colored wall covered with vascular-like veins!
The wall, like the internal organs of a living creature, was still undulating slightly.
Where are the flight attendants now?
They were as if they had never existed!
"What the hell! The road's gone!"
Ivan roared and slammed his fist into the writhing flesh.
But all I felt was a slippery and resilient texture; my fist sank in a little, only to be slowly pushed out again.
"Are we just going to be digested like this?!" someone cried out in despair.
The slime had spread onto the carpet, corroding the soles of the shoes and making a sizzling sound.
"No! That movie we just watched! The path to redemption must lie within it!"
Evelyn from the Fog City shouted a reminder, trying to remain calm in the increasingly cramped space and the pervasive acid mist.
Lin Feng's brain raced as he recalled every detail of the movie, especially the unusual... inverted scene!
"I understand!" Lin Feng slapped his thigh suddenly, a look of enlightenment flashing in his eyes.
"Later in the movie, the screen suddenly flips! This isn't just to add to the sense of the bizarre; it's also a reminder to think outside the box!"
He looked around at the increasingly tight "stomach wall" and said loudly:
"Perhaps... the cockpit isn't at the front of the plane at all, but at the back!"
"Behind the plane?!"
"But behind... isn't there that indescribable monster?!" someone exclaimed in horror, pointing to the tail of the cabin.
As if to confirm his fear, the shadows at the rear of the cabin surged as soon as the man finished speaking, and a huge, thick tongue covered in disgusting slime and taste bud-like protrusions suddenly shot out!
It didn't immediately lash out at the passengers, but instead flared wildly in the rear of the cabin, making a whooshing sound, as if trying to drive them away and intimidate them, preventing them from getting close.
Upon seeing this, Evelyn immediately perked up:
"It...it seems to be preventing us from going!"
"Lin Feng is right! There must be something behind this that it doesn't want us to get close to!"
Another passenger was nearly in despair: "But if we go like this, won't it eat us right away?!"
"But if we don't move, we'll be digested by this stomach acid and the contracting walls!"
Ivan roared, "Damn it, we're going to die anyway, might as well take a gamble!"
He looked around, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings, and instantly locked onto his target—the armrest of the front seat.
Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off with both legs!
With a crisp "crack," the handrail broke off at its base.
He deftly grabbed the metal-clad handrail, gripped it tightly, and slowly moved toward the terrifying, waving tongue at the rear of the cabin.
With each step closer, the invisible pressure and fear intensified.
Ivan's heart pounded like a drum, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He stared intently at the tongue, his muscles tense, ready to respond to any attack.
When he finally moved to the last row of seats, the tongue that had been waving warily lashed out like a giant python, whipping towards Ivan with a stench!
Ivan roared and frantically swung the handrail at the tongue!
"Bang! Bang!"
A heavy thud resounded, the tongue was slightly dented from the impact, and mucus splattered, but the attack seemed to have little effect, only making it more ferocious.
The tongue tightened abruptly, instantly wrapping tightly around Ivan's strong body. The immense force made his bones crack, and the armrest in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"No……!"
Ivan only had time to let out a short wail before the tongue dragged him into the darkness at the rear of the cabin with irresistible force.
Immediately afterwards, a loud chewing sound came from the darkness.
The cabin fell into a deathly silence, with only the bubbling of stomach acid and the undulating sounds of flesh contracting.
Ten survivors remain.
One of the chosen ones from a small tropical country suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud.
However, the ground was already covered with yellowish-green slime.
"Ah—!" A piercing burning pain immediately came from my knee.
He screamed and jumped up as if he were sprung from a spring.
The trouser legs had been corroded and torn, and the exposed skin quickly became red, swollen, and blistered, emitting a pungent odor.
The excruciating pain, mixed with boundless fear, completely broke him down, and he burst into tears like a child.
"Mommy... Waaah... I'm going to die, I'm going to be digested by monsters! I want to go home..."
At the same time, the "digestion" process in the cabin has accelerated significantly.
The flesh walls, which had been pulsating slowly, now began to contract more violently and frequently, like a powerful fist.
The ceiling above, covered in a slippery, sticky substance, began to slowly press down.
"Could it be... that he's really dead?"
Even Lin Feng felt a deep sense of powerlessness gripping his heart at this moment.
Do not!
There must be some other hint that I overlooked!
He forced himself to calm down, ignoring the despair and wailing around him, and immersed himself in the memories of the short film "Searching for Fearless Youth".
Images flashed through my mind, frame by frame, finally settling on the protagonist Li Yan's perpetually calm and unwavering eyes...
"Born without the 'amygdala fear reflex'..."
A flash of inspiration, like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, suddenly struck Lin Feng's mind!
He suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with renewed fire, and shouted:
"I get it! The movie has another important hint, and that is—'fearlessness' itself!"