Chapter 1653 1661 [Cut off your own retreat] Ask for monthly votesヽ(〃〃)~
Conan: "..." In addition, Edward and Mr. George must have a close relationship - although they are disguised as friends, their interactions in critical moments seem to have a sense of class, which makes people unconsciously think of gin and vodka.
——If this Mr. Edward is really a member of the organization, then he is most likely a cadre.
And now, Edward seems to be being targeted by "that master". There are indeed many struggles within that organization. Or does "that master" really have second thoughts about the Black Organization, so he not only concealed Aptx 4869's shrinking experiment, but also didn't mind killing several other cadres?
Conan's heart was itching like a cat scratching, and his strong curiosity made him want to tear off the curtain immediately to see what the mastermind behind the scenes was planning. But now, he couldn't even find the curtain.
Conan sighed sadly.
Except for him, no one else was so conflicted.
Suzuki Sonoko was still thinking about the plane. She looked at the dead pilot and co-pilot lying there, and then she realized, "Wait, Makishuri died because he licked the poison on his finger, so how did these pilots get poisoned? Did they lick Makishuri's hand, too?"
Thinking of the strange and decadent scenes in the cab at that time, Suzuki Sonoko felt like she was seeing a group of perverts and shuddered.
Conan came back to his senses and silently corrected the strange picture in her mind: "How is it possible! In public, even if they really wanted to, they would definitely not lick a female star's hand in front of their colleagues."
Suzuki Sonoko found it even more strange: "So he actually licks in private? That's too unhygienic!...Huh? Wait, how do you, a first grader, know these things!?"
"..." Conan, "That, it was Hattori-san who told me."
Jiang Xia: “…” It’s a pity that Hattori-san is not here, otherwise I would really like to see if he would show some iron-like murderous aura.
Conan realized that the topic had been diverted by Suzuki Sonoko, so he quickly returned to the topic and used the child's voice:
"Alas, what the adults do in private is not the point at all! The point is that the drivers were poisoned, not because they licked Auntie Makuri's hand - I followed Auntie Makuri to protect the ring and accidentally saw what happened in the cab.
"The captain wanted to shake hands with Aunt Makuri, but she held her hand out flat, so the captain kissed her hand instead, and the co-pilots did the same. If they had shaken hands normally, the poison on Aunt Makuri's fingertips would only have been on the backs or palms of the pilots' hands, but because of the hand-kissing, the poison was on their fingertips. Afterwards, they used their poisoned fingers to pick up the food brought by the flight attendant and tasted it, and unfortunately, they all fell down in the end."
Hashimoto Maya: “…”
Why put passengers in the cab?
Why don’t you wash your hands before eating, or even wipe them with wet wipes!
And why did all three of them kiss her hand obediently? Couldn't there be a cool and outstanding man who rejected her?
——In short, it was all the fault of these three pilots! Otherwise, he wouldn't have to face Uzo's series of killing moves in such an embarrassing way.
The more Hashimoto Maya thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at the captain who was being inspected in front of her, she wanted to hit him on the head a few times to vent her anger.
But in public, a cheerful and kind doctor obviously shouldn't do such a thing.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." And if you think about it carefully, even if the captain abides by the rules and doesn't do this, Uzo will definitely take advantage of it in other ways. Rounding it off, he and the captain can be considered brothers in distress, so it's better not to hurt each other.
Thinking of the terrible demon king who forced everyone into a miserable situation, Hashimoto Maya's anger quickly dissipated, and he sighed tiredly.
As soon as there was movement here, the others who were paying attention to the captain immediately looked over and asked nervously: "What's going on? Is there any hope?"
Although the others were also angry at the captain's stupid behavior, at least now, they still had to rely on these pilots to fly the plane and land safely.
Hashimoto Maya came back to her senses and cleared her throat. "It is indeed poisoning caused by acute poisons. Let's move them to a more spacious cabin and give them oxygen to relieve the symptoms."
When a group of people heard that there was still hope, they rushed over and carried the captain.
The co-pilot was also slumped in the seat next to him.
Jiang Xia walked to the passenger seat, rolled up his sleeves and tried to lift the passenger. But he obviously couldn't do it alone. So Jiang Xia looked at Ireland, who was closest to him, and asked, "Can you lend a hand?"
After saying that, he suddenly realized what was happening, and changed his words with apology and sympathy: "Forget it, I forgot that your arm hurts. You can't even pull the joystick, let alone move people..."
He then turned to Hashimoto Maya, who was the second closest: "Then come and help me."
Hashimoto Maya nodded and came over to help this temporary friendly army carry the wounded. Although he rarely engaged in medical treatment, he had carried corpses many times before, so he was particularly skilled in carrying people, which earned Jiang Xia's admiring eyes.
Ireland was standing quietly by and thinking about the whole accident, but his injured arm was suddenly mentioned.
When he mentioned that arm, he inevitably thought of Wu Zuo's countless sinister plots, and the murderous aura in his body floated out uncontrollably.
Just as I was imagining tearing that bastard Wuzo into pieces in my mind, the plane suddenly encountered turbulence and shook violently.
Ireland's body swayed, and he raised his hand to support the roof next to him, barely able to stand firm.
The area near the cockpit in the plane is filled with dashboards and buttons from top to bottom.
Ireland's elbow hit him. He held his arm, which was beginning to hurt again, to keep his balance. He was mentally beating up the hateful curly-haired man with sunglasses when he suddenly noticed that Jiang Xia was staring at him.
Ireland frowned, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment: "When you supported the top cover, it seemed that you touched a key on it. I just saw a few shadows spinning on a certain screen out of the corner of my eye. The vibration was so strong at the time that I couldn't see clearly what went wrong."
"It turned? And several shadows turned at the same time?"
Hashimoto Maya suddenly thought of something. He glanced at the complicated instruments and soon stopped at a dashboard made up of several circles and lines. "Mr. Edward must have accidentally touched the fuel exchange valve, so the marks on the screen all moved, indicating that the valve was open."
This type of aircraft often carries several fuel tanks, which are usually separated from each other, but there are also some pipes connecting them.
In order to maintain balance when flying in the sky, the amount of oil on both sides of the aircraft cannot 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.
(End of this chapter)
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