Chapter 16581666 [Caring Little Brother] Asking for Monthly Tickets ()

Conan was so anxious that he wanted to jump out of a plane: "I promise I won't use this to catch you, okay?"

"real?"

Conan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Kuroba Kaito thought about it, raised his hand and made a gesture to signal him to "listen carefully".

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to getting closer.

The next moment, his arm hurt—Kid stabbed him with a needle, even more decisively than when Conan shot him with an anesthetic needle last night: "Take a break."

"!!" Conan grabbed him, "I'm not kidding, you may be controlled, I'm saving you! You..."

Before he could finish, the drug took effect and he fainted again.

Kuroba Kaito breathed a sigh of relief silently.

He picked up Conan and took him back to the two high school girls as if he knew the way. "Your kid ran away again. By the way, don't let him read strange books. He even wanted to tell me a ghost story just now."

Mao Lilan felt even more embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will definitely keep an eye on him this time!"... When did Conan run away? She didn't even notice him at all just now.

Suzuki Sonoko came over in confusion, staring at Conan who was not at all peaceful and dizzy: "Why did he fall asleep again?"

Kuroba Kaito said immediately, "Oh, he just accidentally hit the handrail again. As you know, the air currents are strong these days, and the plane is always shaking. It's easy for children to lose their balance."

Mao Lilan looked even more grateful: "Luckily you picked it up, otherwise if it rolled to a corner and got stuck, it might be life-threatening. Thank you."

Kuroba Kaito nodded without any guilt, accepted the thanks, and returned to his seat.

His ears were finally quiet, and he turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. He thought he could just wait for the plane to land, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Conan's words just now flashed through his mind.

"Although the mini detective looks childish, he is still the famous high school detective in his heart." Kuroba Kaito thought, "So why did Kudo Shinichi say that? It's as if he suspected that everything I did was not out of my own will, but was controlled by something... It's really inexplicable, how could I be influenced by others."

"Yes, that's what I would do." Kuroba Kaito tried not to be affected by Conan's weird look and comforted himself, "I'm not affected by anyone. I should have suggested to Mao Lilan that Conan find a psychiatrist. That guy's mental state is a bit strange..."

He was thinking idly while looking at the thunderstorm outside the window. This kind of weather is prone to accidents, and he didn't expect that all the drivers would lie down.

Thinking about it, Kuroba Kaito couldn't help but sigh: "Ah, Conan is right about one thing. I should wait until the plane lands before contacting the detective, instead of being stupid enough to share the same long-distance flight with them - this is too dangerous.

"I hope that old flame of Makiri can hold out a little longer under Inspector Nakamori and not get caught. Otherwise, I, 'Shinjo Isao' who is on the passenger list, will be in trouble."

…

Hakodate, Hokkaido.

The genuine Shinjo Gong, now wearing Kidd's clothes, was speeding down the street.

He awkwardly fixed the monocle on his eye socket, stepped hard on the accelerator, and the car sped along the wide street.

While running, Xinzhuang Gong suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose in confusion and suddenly realized:

"Miss Makiri must be missing me - all the hard work now is worth it. When the flight arrives and I appear in front of everyone in Kid's handsome style, she will definitely forget about that immature little detective and fall in love with me again!"

"but……"

Shinjo Ko glanced at the rearview mirror - there were dozens of police cars following him on the road behind him. Kaito Kid's influence was definitely not small. Even in Hokkaido, Inspector Nakamori had a large number of police cars on loan. The sirens blared, and the dazzling light surged like a tide, and the entire road was almost dyed red.

Shinjo Isao swallowed his saliva and stepped on the accelerator even harder: "Stop chasing me, ahh ...

Inspector Nakamori seemed to sense the driver's panic from the slight sway of the vehicle in front.

He was happy when Kidd panicked. The middle-aged police chief was determined to catch someone here. He raised his loudspeaker and shouted, "Give up resistance, pull over, get out of the car and surrender! You can't run away!"

Xin Zhuanggong snorted coldly: In order to win the favor of Miss Maki Juri, he must hide away handsomely until the others arrive by flight.

only……

Why is there still no news about the flight?

…

The flight he was talking about was still flying smoothly at this time.

Jiang Xia sat in the cockpit, looking at the dashboard screen, then at the autopilot system that had completely replaced his functions, and yawned.

Hashimoto Maya immediately asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Can I get you some coffee?"

After saying this, he suddenly remembered what happened to the captain just now, and wondered if there was any residual poison in the cockpit. He quickly changed the subject: "Well, forget it - I'll tell you some ghost stories to wake you up?"

Jiang Xia: “…” Before he even turned around, he already started to care about his boss. This little brother is very sensible.

"Okay, what are you going to tell?" Jiang Xia was still very interested in ghost stories. "It would be best if it was adapted from a true story, or had a specific location - you know, I'm a detective, I pay more attention to reality. I won't believe anything that's too fake. If it's true, I can go and take a look, and help the nearby residents solve their problems."

Hashimoto Maya: "..." Why are there so many requirements? Ghost stories are not true stories! I think I'd better give you some coffee.

Having said that, Hashimoto Maya still didn't dare let Jiang Xia touch the food on the plane.

He silently swallowed the outrageous ghost story he was about to tell and thought about how to make up one.

But before he could think it through, the radio suddenly rang, and the airport tower's instructions came: "Mr. Jiang Xia, can you hear me?"

Jiang Xia came to his senses and sat up straight again.

Seeing that he was no longer sleepy, Hashimoto Maya finally breathed a sigh of relief: "..." That's great, no need to tell ghost stories - he was really afraid that when satisfying Jiang Xia's requirement of "adapting it based on real people and real events", he would mix up the places and accidentally say something like a corpse hiding place or an organization's base.

Jiang Xia's attention had indeed returned to the plane. He responded calmly, "I can hear you."

"Okay." The tower commander said, "Now please change the frequency to 118.35."

Jiang Xia found the radio and reached out to tune it.

Hashimoto Maya stood nearby and was very pleased: "You learn quickly! As expected of a high school detective, your IQ is not bad. Keep it up, the plane should be able to land smoothly."

(End of this chapter)