Chapter 1652-1660 [Irish Good Guy Card]
Suzuki Sonoko looked at Hashimoto Maya with sympathy: "Are you afraid of crime scenes? It seems that you still don't exercise enough - you should visit more crime scenes when you have time. That way, next time you encounter someone who needs emergency treatment, you will be able to do it boldly."
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Murder scene? Why go to such a ghost place, to brush Uzo? Even if you are lucky enough to encounter a case that has nothing to do with Uzo, those policemen are difficult to deal with.
Although she felt that the high school girl's advice could be completely ignored, Hashimoto Maya could only smile and say, "Thanks for the advice. I'll try my best."
When Hashimoto Maya was dealing with high school girls.
Next to them, two other people were chatting.
——The stewardess remembered that she had been unable to lift the captain for a long time, and Ireland picked him up and threw him to the side. Although she didn't know why the enthusiastic passenger's face seemed to be slightly distorted after doing this, no matter what, this kind passenger helped a lot.
The stewardess was moved and said: "Thank you, you are such a good person."
Ireland:"……?"
He had never been treated as a nice guy by anyone before, and when he heard this grateful thank you out of the blue, he felt a pang of pain in his teeth: "..." Was Wu Zuo trying to disgust him on purpose?
But at the same time, seeing the grateful look of the flight attendant, Ireland was secretly alert again: there was no way around his previous action. In the future, he must reduce his presence and never let more people notice him - if so many people noticed him after the plane landed smoothly, and several people spontaneously promoted him as a "considerate citizen", and it ended up being on the news, things would be troublesome.
While Hashimoto Maya and Ireland were chatting with each other.
At the door of the cab, in the shadows behind the curtains.
A small shadow was hiding there, watching quietly.
It was rare for Conan not to solve the problem in a high-profile manner. In this incident, under Ireland's nose, he behaved a little more like a normal child.
After all, the detective's intuition told him that if he was high-profile again, before he could resolve the crisis, an anesthetic needle would hit him from a dark corner, and he would not even be able to be a spectator. He could only listen to the scene described by others afterwards - just like what happened just now.
Conan: "..." Don't rush, hide and collect clues secretly. In addition, these people on the plane must have many secrets, so we must sort out these relationships first.
For example, the positions of "that gentleman", the anonymous person, and the tall man in black, and what they are doing... Oh, and Kidd, by the way, where did Kidd go? Could he have really given up stealing?
While Conan was thinking seriously, he moved back a little and sat on the passenger seat near the driver's cab.
Kuroba Kaito, wearing an actor's disguise, held his chin and looked at the first-grade child at the door of the cab in surprise: "..." How did this guy wake up so quickly?
For people who don't smoke or drink, the effect of anesthetics should often be better. What's more, Conan is so light in weight. In theory, the effectiveness of various drugs should be doubled when used on him.
But now, not long after the anesthetic injection, how come the detective woke up? It's like he has resistance...
Kuroba Kaito sighed.
Unfortunately, Conan's anesthetic watch only had one needle, so he was unable to steal the extra spare part.
Fortunately... hehe, it was just anesthetic needles, and he secretly brought a few with him.
Kuroba Kaito was spinning a thin needle on his fingertips boredly, looking at the mini detective, with a sinister and cold light of a villain flashing in his eyes.
Ahead.
Although Conan saw Kidd's disguise as "Shinjo Ko" sitting in the guest seat, he always felt that Kidd didn't like to use anesthetic needles to prick people. In comparison, this was more likely to be the anonymous person who liked to prick people with needles from head to toe.
Of course, whether it is Kidd or Anonymous, compared with Ireland and the mysterious cadre hiding behind the scenes, Conan feels that they can barely be considered friendly forces.
Therefore, compared to the faint gaze from behind, Conan's attention was now focused on the cockpit.
He hid in the corner and looked at Maya Hashimoto, then at Ireland, and finally his eyes fell on Ireland.
"I remember when the captain was poisoned just now, this 'Mr. Edward' rushed into the cockpit and blurted out 'How is it possible? Is that guy crazy?' Who was 'that guy' referring to?"
Conan stroked his chin with his fingertips and quickly made a guess:
"No matter how I think about it, it seems to be referring to the mysterious cadre who asked the woman in black to give me the passport, or the 'sir' the woman in black mentioned.
"Is this accident related to him? ... But whether it was this time or the previous ones, I didn't find any other suspicious factors except Edward who always appeared at the crime scene. Even Edward's experience itself can be explained by simple 'bad luck'."
"If Edward hadn't been a suspected member of the organization and the woman in black had indeed appeared, I would never have found any problems in this series of events. I might even suspect that Edward was too unlucky and it triggered his paranoia."
Conan frowned as he thought about it: "So how did 'that adult' do it? Is he or his subordinates on the plane now?"
He tried to reconstruct what had happened.
Then I was disappointed to find: no clues, still no clues - it’s not that I can’t think of any factors that could affect the direction of the case, but on the contrary, there are too many similar factors.
Because of this, every link, every time point, and every person can lead to countless possible outcomes, and the results of events are ever-changing. The outcome of each case is made up of countless accidental coincidences.
"If the case was really manipulated by someone, then it would be impossible for the mastermind to push a case to this extent without contacting all the people involved in the case. It could be considered good luck if it happened once, but if every case along the way was like this, it is really beyond my imagination."
Conan couldn't help but have another thought: "Could it really be a coincidence? Or did 'that person' only arrange one or two accidents for Edward, and the rest of the series of events were just Edward's own bad luck?"
It is really difficult to find any clues about "that adult".
Conan had no choice but to recall all the passengers he had met in the first class cabin, especially everyone's reactions to the plane crash.
Then my mind slowly locked onto two suspicious people:
Edward, and 'Mr. George' who was said to be a medical student.
——Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, these two people still have the biggest problems.
(End of this chapter)
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