Conan: "..." In addition, Edward and Mr. George must have a close relationship - although they pretend to be friends, the way they get along in critical moments seems a bit classy, making people unconsciously think of gin and vodka. .
——This Mr. Edward, if he is really a member of the organization, then he is probably a cadre. And now, Edward seems to be being
"That adult" was very targeted. There were indeed a lot of struggles within that organization. Or
"That adult" really has second thoughts about the black organization, so he not only concealed aptx4869's smaller experimental body, but also didn't mind killing a few other cadres?
Conan felt itchy like a cat scratching his heart, and his strong curiosity made him want to tear down the curtain immediately to see what the mastermind behind the scenes was planning.
But now, he couldn't even find the curtain anywhere. Conan sighed sadly. Except for him, others were obviously not so entangled.
Suzuki Sonoko was still thinking about the plane. She looked at the corpses of the pilot and co-pilot, and then realized: "Wait a minute, Maki died because he licked the poison on his fingers. What about these pilots?" How did the crew members get poisoned? - Could it be that they also licked Maki Shuri's hand?" Thinking of the strange and depraved scenes in the cab at that time, Suzuki Sonoko felt like she saw a group of perverts and shuddered.
Conan came back to her senses and silently corrected the strange scene in her mind: "How is it possible! In a large public, even if they really wanted to, they would definitely not lick the hand of a female star in front of their colleagues." Suzuki Sonoko felt even more Strange: "So you actually lick in private? This is so unhygienic! ... Huh? Wait, how do you, a first-grade primary school student, know these things!"
"..." Conan,
"That, Brother Hattori told me." Jiang Xia: "..." It's a pity that Hattori-san was not there, otherwise I really wanted to see if he would show some steely murderous aura.
Conan realized that Suzuki Sonoko had taken the topic astray, and quickly returned to the topic, speaking in a child's voice: "Oh, what adults do in private is not the point at all! The point is that the driver uncles were poisoned, not because of licking Makiri Auntie's hand - I was following Auntie Mushuli to protect the ring, and accidentally saw what happened in the cab.
"At that time, the captain wanted to shake hands with Aunt Mu Shuli, but she handed her hand flat, so the captain turned to kiss her hand, and the co-pilots did the same. If the handshake was normal, Aunt Mu Shuli's fingertips The poison would only stick to the backs or palms of the pilots' hands, but because of the hand kiss, the place where they held the poison became their fingertips. Afterwards, they used their poisoned fingers to pick up the food that the stewardess gave them. We went to taste the meals, but unfortunately they all fell down." Maya Hashimoto: "..." Why do we let the passengers into the cab!
Why don’t you wash your hands before eating, or even wipe them with wipes! And why did the three of them obediently kiss their hands?
Can't there be an aloof man who stands out from the crowd and refuses her? ——In short, it’s all the fault of these three pilots!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have to face Wu Zuo's serial killing moves in embarrassment. Maya Hashimoto became angrier as she thought about it. Looking at the captain in front of her who was being inspected by herself, she wanted to hit his head a few times to vent her anger.
But in front of everyone, a cheerful and kind-hearted doctor obviously shouldn't do such a thing. Maya Hashimoto: "..." And if you think about it carefully, even if the captain abides by the rules and doesn't do this, Wu Zuo will definitely take advantage of it in other ways.
To round things off, he and the captain can be regarded as brothers, so it’s better not to hurt each other.
Thinking of the terrible devil who forced everyone into a miserable situation, Maya Hashimoto's anger quickly dissipated, and he sighed tiredly.
As soon as there was any movement here, other people who were paying attention to the captain looked over. They asked nervously: "How is it? Is there any help?" Although the others were also angry at the captain's stupid behavior just now, at least for now, they We also need to rely on these pilots to fly the plane and land it safely.
Maya Hashimoto came back to her senses and cleared her throat: "It is indeed poisoning caused by acute poison - first move them to a more spacious cabin and take oxygen to relieve the symptoms." A group of people heard that they could be saved and hurried over to move them. The captain.
The co-pilot was also slumped in the seat next to him. Jiang Xia walked to the passenger seat and rolled up her sleeves to lift the passenger.
But obviously you can’t just rely on yourself to carry people. So Jiang Xia casually looked at the nearest Ireland: "Come to help?" After saying that, he suddenly realized and changed his words apologetically and sympathetically: "Forget it, I forgot that your arm hurts and you can't even pull the joystick. It's even more difficult to move people..." He turned to Maya Hashimoto, who was the second closest: "Then help me." Maya Hashimoto nodded and came over to help this temporary friendly force carry the wounded.
Although he rarely engaged in rescue work, he had moved corpses a lot in the past, so he was particularly skillful in moving people, which earned Jiang Xia's admiring glances.
Ireland was standing quietly by the side thinking about the whole accident, but suddenly his injured arm was lifted up.
When he mentioned that arm, he inevitably thought of Wu Zuo's countless insidious plots, and the murderous aura in his body could not be controlled.
Just as he was tearing that bastard Wu Zuo into pieces in his mind, the plane suddenly encountered airflow and bumped violently.
Ireland's body swayed, and he raised his hand to support the roof next to him, barely standing still. The area near the driver's seat in the airplane, from top to floor, is densely packed with instrument panels and buttons.
Ireland nudged her elbow. He pressed his arm, which started to hurt again, to maintain his balance, and was mentally beating up that hateful curly guy with sunglasses, when he suddenly realized that beside him, Jiang Xia was looking directly at him.
Ireland frowned: "What's wrong?" Jiang Xia hesitated: "When you held the top cover, you seemed to have touched a button on it - I just saw a few shadows rotating on a certain screen from the corner of my eye. For a moment, the vibration was so severe that I couldn’t see clearly what went wrong.”
"It turned? And several shadows turned at the same time?" Maya Hashimoto suddenly thought of something. He glanced at the complicated instruments, and his eyes quickly stopped on a dashboard composed of several groups of circles and lines: "Ai...Mr. Dehua must have accidentally touched the fuel exchange valve, so the marks on the screen turned in unison, showing that the valve was open." This kind of aircraft often carries several fuel tanks, and the fuel tanks are usually separated from each other, but There are also some interconnected channels.
When flying in the sky, in order to maintain balance, the amount of oil on both sides of the aircraft should not differ too much. If the difference exceeds a certain level, the valve must be opened to allow the side with more oil to flow to the side with less oil to prevent accidents.
