PD -Chapter 55 No Rescue Attempts Succeed

Could it be that Tang Shanshan had activated her precognitive mode again?

Thinking back to the recent missing children incident in the deep pond, I couldn’t help but suspect that this plane crash… just like the pond case, had been foreseen by Tang Shanshan in her dreams.

But the airport was in complete chaos right now, and it wasn’t the time to ask in detail. Soon, airport staff came to direct the evacuation and arranged for us to move to a safe area.

“Qiu Han!”

I was holding Tang Shanshan’s hand and following the crowd when I suddenly heard someone calling my name.

“Qiu Han!” the voice called again, as if afraid I hadn’t heard it. It sounded somewhat familiar.

I stopped and turned around. Not far away stood a man in airport security uniform. I immediately recognized him—he was the son of one of my relatives. In the family, everyone called him Xiao Hu (Little Tiger).

I had heard long ago that Xiao Hu worked at the airport, but since our families weren’t that close and only interacted during holidays, I never knew he was actually working in the same city’s airport.

“Xiao Hu!”

I called out, stopping in place, somewhat surprised.

Xiao Hu walked over. Looking at the four of us, he hesitated for a moment before coming up to me and pulling me aside, signaling for me to follow him.

I was a bit confused, but still instinctively led the other three to follow him through the panicked crowd until we arrived at an office inside the airport.

“Xiao Hu, aren’t you supposed to be handling emergency duties? Don’t worry about us, we can go back on our own,” I said, assuming he was kindly trying to let us rest in the office.

But Xiao Hu shook his head and said very seriously, “I have something I need your help with.”

I froze for a moment, feeling something was off, but still asked, “What is it?”

“It’s about the plane crash… you’ve seen it,” he said, pointing toward the window, where thick smoke was still rising.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help but glance at Tang Shanshan beside me… thinking, could this guy know that she had predicted the crash?

But I immediately dismissed the thought. Other than me, Liu Xiaopeng, Zhu Zhu, and Tang Shanshan herself, no one else knew about it.

Besides, even if someone did know, they would never believe something so absurd. Xiao Hu definitely wouldn’t assume we were involved in the crash just because of a dream.

Seeing me suddenly freeze in thought, Xiao Hu continued on his own: “Qiu Han, I know what your family does. So… I want to ask you to use your perspective to help the airport investigate some very strange things that have been happening recently.”

His words were very indirect, but I understood immediately. He wasn’t talking about Tang Shanshan at all—he was asking me to use my family’s inherited knowledge from the “Book of Insight into Heaven’s Secrets” to help investigate.

It seemed the airport had encountered something supernatural. And from what he had just said, this crash might very well be connected to it.

Xiao Hu gestured for us to sit down. Clearly, this couldn’t be explained in just a few words.

After a brief hesitation, I signaled everyone to sit, preparing to hear him explain everything from the beginning.

As soon as we sat down, Xiao Hu turned on a computer, connected it to speakers, and played an audio recording.

“This is flight GH2845, requesting tower…”

“Mayday, mayday… GH2845 has a mechanical failure, requesting instructions from the tower, we—”

At first, the captain’s voice in the recording was still clear, but gradually it became more and more chaotic…

Yet it didn’t sound like signal interference or fading audio. Instead, it felt like some other extremely strange sound was drowning out the captain’s distress calls.

Everyone in the room held their breath, trying to make out what that sound actually was.

“Roar… heh…”

The sound was like the growl of some beast, and at the same time like someone retching from deep in their throat. No matter how you described it, it was disturbingly unnatural.

“Is… this the recording from the plane that just crashed?” I finally asked after the recording ended.

After hearing that sound for so long, my throat felt unusually dry.

But Xiao Hu shook his head.

“This is from another flight—25 days ago.”

“There was another crash?” I stared at him in disbelief.

Two plane crashes in one month—this would be a catastrophic, unacceptable disaster for any airport.

Xiao Hu nodded and sighed.

He told us that tonight’s crash was already the second one this week.

Twenty-five days ago, at the same time, a Boeing 737-800 carrying 162 people took off from this airport and crashed 45 minutes later in a remote wilderness 80 kilometers away.

Out of the entire aircraft—including crew members—only three people survived. Everyone else died.

“In the distress message, the crew said there was a mechanical failure that caused sudden cabin decompression, loss of balance, and loss of control,” Xiao Hu continued.

“I’m responsible for flight safety. Before that flight took off, we conducted full inspections. All data was normal. There’s absolutely no way such a sudden decompression could have happened mid-flight.”

“What happens when the cabin suddenly loses pressure?” I asked, not really understanding aircraft mechanics.

Xiao Hu frowned, thinking about how to explain it.

“We know that the higher the altitude, the lower the temperature and atmospheric pressure, and the thinner the air becomes. At 10,000 meters above sea level, temperatures can drop to -50°C, and pressure is only about one quarter of sea level pressure. The human body cannot survive such conditions for long.”

He picked up a small airplane model and continued:

“Normally, the cabin pressure and oxygen levels inside a passenger plane are regulated to be close to ground-level conditions to ensure passenger safety and comfort.”

“If cabin pressure suddenly drops, the pressure difference between inside and outside causes rapid loss of air inside the cabin. Structural damage can occur, and air rushes out violently through any breach—people can even be sucked out of the aircraft.”

“And most of the passengers on that flight actually died… from brain hypoxia while still seated in their seats.”

As he spoke, Xiao Hu removed his glasses, looking extremely frustrated. The investigation was still ongoing, but it was clear he had already taken some of the blame upon himself.

However, looking at Xiao Hu, a question suddenly rose in my mind.

With such a serious accident, shouldn’t all personnel involved in that flight be under long-term investigation?

Why had he already returned to duty so quickly?