American Zombie Detective

Chapter 160 On the Eve of Fusion

Qin Jin's bloody dismemberment attracted everyone's attention. Although the scene of Alessa with the bear cub was cute, no one went up to talk to her. All the passengers were focused on Qin Jin's actions.

Soon, the three bodies were dismembered. The security officer and the chief flight attendant barely managed to stuff the remains into garbage bags, and the pale-faced flight attendants dragged them towards the restroom. Qin Jin hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath—

Another suppressed, short scream and commotion erupted in the middle of economy class!

This time, panic did not spread like a plague.

Almost simultaneously, several voices rang out, with a forced calmness and even a hint of smugness: "Quiet! Quiet! Don't be afraid!"

"See! I told you so! Someone must have scared themselves to death again!"

"My God! It's Tom—he was just bragging that he wasn't afraid at all, and now—"

Qin Jin and Klaus, the security guard, rushed over immediately.

Sure enough, in three other completely unrelated locations, three more corpses appeared out of thin air, stiff in posture and in the same state of decay as before!

Although the surrounding passengers were pale and their eyes were filled with fear, their reactions were completely different from the first time.

Instead of pushing and screaming, they quickly and orderly fled from the seats next to the corpse, found an empty seat some distance away, gasped for breath, and tried to calm their racing hearts. Their eyes, however, involuntarily glanced at Qin Pu as he approached, as if seeking approval.

Some even boasted to those around them with a sense of relief, as if they had survived a close call: "See! I knew it! Fear is the key! As long as you're not afraid, it can't find you!"

Qin Jin's strategy was like throwing a lifebuoy to a group of people who were about to drown. Although the lifebuoy itself may not be very sturdy, it miraculously stabilized the situation temporarily, transforming the chaotic panic into a kind of morbid competition of courage.

Qin Jin's expression remained unchanged. He simply examined the three newly appeared corpses carefully and confirmed that their condition was exactly the same as before.

"It seems the pattern is correct."

He said it casually, as if he were speaking to the passengers around him who were listening intently.

Then, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, he raised the blood-stained Cold Steel kukri once more.

Click! Click! Click!

With swift, precise, and ruthless strokes, he repeated the process of dismembering and churning the body, splattering dark, putrid liquid and releasing an indescribable stench.

But this time, the response he received was no longer vomiting or whimpering in fear.

Someone started clapping, and then a few claps rang out from the crowd, followed by a chorus of applause, whistles, and cheers! It was as if he wasn't dismembering a body, but performing a spectacular surgical procedure.

"Well done, Inspector!"

"That's it! These evil things can't cause any more trouble!"

"Need any help, Inspector? I'm brave!" Two burly men even volunteered to help dispose of the garbage bags, trying to prove they were free from fear.

Qin Jin was happy to let them participate, and the flight attendant immediately led the two passengers to start collecting the bodies. Taking advantage of the opportunity to wipe his knife, Qin Jin instructed Klaus: "Go find a few places and count how many bodies are left on the other side. I want to know how many replacement slots are left."

"Understood!" Klaus was now completely obedient to Qin Jin and immediately nodded to do so.

Just then, a flight attendant with a somewhat strange expression jogged over and whispered to Qin Jin, "Detective Qin, that Mr. Jason and his wife want to apologize to you in person. They said it was for their child's rudeness and their own offense."

Qin Jin frowned, as if only then remembering the family's existence, and waved his hand: "Tell them it's unnecessary."

He really didn't take it to heart; compared to the supernatural crisis at hand, that level of offense was nothing compared to a mosquito.

The flight attendant left, but returned less than a minute later, her expression even more troubled: "Mr. Jensen insists—he says he is not sincere and hopes to gain your forgiveness—" Her voice lowered even further, "They—look very frightened."

Qin Jin understood instantly.

In this life-or-death situation, the kindness of an "expert" who seems to be in control of the situation may be a lifeline for them.

What they feared was not only the ghost plane, but also the fact that Qin Jin, a powerful figure, held a grudge against them and might become a hindrance at a crucial moment.

Qin Jin pondered for a moment, then said to the flight attendant, "Tell them directly when you get back that, according to Chinese tradition, when a child causes trouble, the parents' sincerity doesn't seem to constitute an apology—let her figure it out herself!"

The flight attendant nodded as if she understood and left. Qin Jin also went back to the front and checked the toilet where the body was kept. Three bags lay quietly inside, motionless.

Two minutes later————

Passengers throughout business class and the front economy class could clearly hear the noise coming from the direction of the Johnson family's seats.

It wasn't an apology, but rather the woman's sharp rebuke, the child's sudden burst of wailing, and—the crisp, loud sound of a slap landing hard on flesh!

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!

"Oh God!"

"They're abusing his child?!"

The passengers stared in astonishment as they saw the Chinese mother forcefully pressing the boy down on the seat, pulling down his pants, and whipping his buttocks hard, her face flushed with excitement and some inexplicable conviction.

Mr. Jensen, who was standing next to him, initially seemed to want to stop it, but after his wife said a few words to him, he opened his mouth, looked at the gazes coming from all around, and finally turned his head away awkwardly, tacitly agreeing to everything.

The boy cried his heart out.

Qin Jin smiled and turned to Captain Dyson beside him, whispering, "Captain, remember! Child abuse. Remember to call the police when you get back."

Captain Dyson's expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation, and he could only nod stiffly, "Okay—okay, Detective Qin." What on earth is going on?!

At that moment, another flight attendant, her face beaming with almost worshipful admiration, jogged over and excitedly reported to Qin Jin: "Detective Qin! Your strategy was incredibly effective! Everyone's attention is now drawn to it, and many are even betting on who will be next—virtually no one in economy class is showing any fear! You're amazing!"

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This absurd black humor reached its peak, using fear as a means of maintaining stability, dismemberment performances to boost morale, and beating children as an apology—

The plane is gliding into a bizarre and inexplicable state that defies common sense.

However, amidst this eerie calm and twisted courage, Alessa returned from the corridor with her bear cubs, tugged at Qin Jin's sleeve, and pointed out the window.

Qin Jin looked in the direction she pointed, and a genuine smile bloomed on his face.

The captain, security officer, chief flight attendant, and all the passengers nearby who noticed the scene also looked out the window.

In an instant, all sounds—applause, chatter, the sound of hitting children, and boasting—came to an abrupt halt.

A bone-chilling, bone-chilling cold instantly gripped everyone's heart!

That JetBlue JSN317 ghost flight, somehow, has completely stuck to us!

No longer are they spaced tens of meters apart, nor are they wings virtually overlapping.

Instead, the entire fuselage, the rusted, hole-ridden, and filthy body, was tightly and seamlessly attached to their passenger plane!

Through the porthole, you can clearly see everything inside the opposite cabin:

Passengers, rotting to the bone, their tattered clothing fibers, even the minute details in their empty eye sockets—they still maintain that uniform, maddeningly close-up staring posture!

What's even more terrifying is that a huge, ripped hole in the fuselage of the other plane is now tightly fitted to the front boarding door of their aircraft!

It was as if the people of two worlds had been silently connected at that moment.

Looking inside from the ship's window, one sees a bottomless, dark expanse, exuding an aura of decay and death.

The hatch on this side was cold and sturdy, while the entrance on the other side resembled the gaping maw of a monster.

Clinging tightly, a silent invitation, or rather, a silent devouring.

The entire cabin fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the roar of the engines and a faint, indistinct sound coming from behind the door—

An invitation to death!