I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 732 Is your nose like a police dog's? (1st update)
After successfully defusing the bomb and subduing the unidentified middle-aged man, the cabin was filled not only with the joy of surviving a disaster, but also with a layer of lingering unease.

Shiraishi E frowned slightly. He walked up to the still-shaken flight attendant and the captain who had rushed over after hearing the news, and made a suggestion that made everyone's hearts tighten again.

“Captain, Chief Flight Attendant,” Shiraishi E said in a serious and earnest tone, “terrorists rarely have only one plan.”

"Since someone was able to bypass security and bring a bomb onto the plane, it's hard to guarantee that he didn't have accomplices, or... tampered with the plane itself."

"For the safety of everyone on board, I strongly recommend that a thorough and comprehensive safety check be conducted on the aircraft before takeoff."

These words were like another pebble thrown into a calm pond.

The surrounding passengers had just experienced a bomb scare and were extremely sensitive to the word "safety".

The thought that they had just sat on a potentially larger powder keg sent chills down everyone's spine.

"This gentleman is right!"

"We must check! We must thoroughly investigate, inside and out!"

"Otherwise, who would dare to fly on this plane!"

"Support! Safety first!"

"........."

The passengers were in high spirits and expressed their support for Shiraishi E's proposal, since no one wanted to gamble their life on an unknown possibility.

The captain and the chief flight attendant exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity and lingering fear in each other's eyes.

They understood better than the passengers that if a structural problem occurred in the air, it would be a truly disastrous outcome.

Without any hesitation, the captain immediately made the decision: "Your consideration is very thorough! We will immediately organize personnel to conduct a full safety check on the aircraft!"

Subsequently, with the cooperation of ground maintenance engineers, all crew members and ground staff engaged in a tense and meticulous investigation.

They opened every access panel and inspected critical components such as the landing gear, hydraulic system, wing control surfaces, and engine connections.

Time passed by, and a full hour and a half had gone by.

When the results of the investigation were finally presented to the captain, the experienced pilot's forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat!
The report shows that a load-bearing structural connector under the left wing of the aircraft has developed severe metal fatigue cracks, and a section of the hydraulic system also has unexplained wear, posing a very high risk.

If either of these two problems worsens under the flight pressure at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it could very likely lead to catastrophic consequences—wing disintegration or control system failure!

"My God..." The captain leaned against the cabin wall, feeling his legs go weak.

He simply couldn't imagine what fate awaited the plane carrying hundreds of lives if that thorough inspection hadn't been conducted.

He glanced at Shiraishi E, who was whispering to Conan in the distance, with immense relief, his heart filled with gratitude.

The aircraft was immediately towed back to the maintenance hangar for emergency repairs and parts replacement.

Passengers were only notified to board again after all potential hazards had been eliminated and the tests were repeated to ensure there were no problems.

This time, despite the delay of several hours, no one complained.

Everyone wore a complex expression of relief and caution as they quietly found their seats and fastened their seatbelts.

Emi Shiraishi also had a slight hesitation in her heart, wondering whether she should continue this journey that seemed to be marked by misfortune.

But then he thought that if it was really like the plot of "Final Destination," and he was being targeted by some kind of "law of death" or "death," then running away might be meaningless, and disaster might come in another form in another place.

Instead of passively waiting, let's take the initiative and see what kind of "drama" unfolds on this flight.

He sat back down in his first-class seat. Conan next to him slumped his head, muttering sullenly, "What terrible luck... I finally got to go on vacation, and on the way back we had to deal with a bomb and a plane malfunction. Now I've wasted several hours."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E turned her head, a sly smile spreading across her face. She nudged Conan lightly with her elbow and whispered, "Hey, Detective, stop complaining. Have you forgotten something? Are you ready to run three laps around Beika Central Park naked, shouting 'I'm an idiot' all the while?"

Conan was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was happening, his face turning bright red instantly. He hurriedly protested, "Hey! How can that count?! Our bet was about whether the plane would crash during flight! But we hadn't even taken off yet! Strictly speaking, that was a ground incident! It doesn't count!"

Shiraishi E had anticipated his attempt to renege on his promise. She chuckled and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "What, even the renowned detective Shinichi Kudo can't play games anymore and is going to renege on his debt?"

"This isn't about being a sore loser!" Conan retorted, forcing back his blush, "This is a matter of principle! The spirit of the contract must be upheld! According to the agreement, I haven't lost!"

Seeing Conan's shameless demeanor, Shiraishi E smiled, ceasing her pressure. She gave a meaningful smile and said, "Fine, fine, if you say it doesn't count, then it doesn't count. Anyway..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the scenery outside the porthole that had already begun to move. "Judging from this trend, there's a high probability that more accidents will occur after the plane actually takes off."

Conan felt a chill run down his spine at his words and asked with suspicion, "Are you sure? Have you discovered something else that's not right?"

Shiraishi leaned back comfortably in her chair, closed her eyes, adopted a mysterious posture, and slowly said, "Didn't I tell you already? We're being watched by 'Death'."

"It's a kind of metaphysics, a probability, or rather... a kind of magnetic field surrounding you, the 'famous detective.' Unless we immediately return to Beika Town, back to your 'home turf,' we're in for a lot of trouble along the way."

Conan's lips twitched as he listened, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Please believe in science! There's no such thing as a Grim Reaper! It's all coincidence and human intervention! We need to speak with logic and evidence!"

Emi Shiraishi argues with the protagonist of this "Detective Conan" world about materialism, but only lets out a soft snort and ignores him. Just then, the plane's engines roared loudly, accelerated, pitched up, and lifted off the ground, finally taking off smoothly into the blue sky and entering the cruising phase.

The cabin returned to calm, with only the hum of the engine and Shiraishi E's even breathing, as if she had fallen asleep.

But Conan was wide awake, his big eyes darting around as if he was still processing the series of events that had just occurred.

Although Shiraishi E had her eyes closed, she could sense the little guy's restlessness beside her. She opened her eyes a crack and said lazily, "Stop fidgeting in your seat like a hyperactive person. You're just idling around anyway, so why not use your 'walking detective' skills to wander around the plane and inspect your... uh, 'temporary jurisdiction'?"

"Who knows, we might 'stumble upon' some unexpected surprises."

Conan thought about it and realized that there was some truth to it.

Instead of just sitting there, you should take the initiative to observe.

He nodded, nimbly slid off his seat, straightened his suit jacket, and stepped out of first class to stroll around the aisle.

He seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the corridor, but his large eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were like the most sophisticated scanner, silently observing everything around him.

As he walked to the connection between business and economy class, he ran into a flight attendant carrying a tray with a steaming cup of fragrant black coffee. She was carefully walking towards the cockpit.

"Little friend, please be careful and make way," the flight attendant gently reminded him with a smile.

Conan obediently stepped aside, and just as the cup of coffee brushed past him, an unusual smell mixed with the rich aroma of coffee slithered into his nostrils like a venomous snake!

Bitter almonds... an extremely faint bitter almond flavor!

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the nerves in his body tensed up instantly!
He turned abruptly, grabbed the hem of the flight attendant's sleeve as she was about to leave, and said urgently and in a low voice, "Wait! This coffee can't be given to the captain! There's something wrong with it!"

The flight attendant was startled by his sudden action. Looking down at the serious-looking little boy, she found it both amusing and perplexing: "Little boy, you can't cause trouble. This is coffee for the captain, what could be wrong with it?"

"I'm not joking!" Conan said, tilting his head back and looking sharp. "There's poison in the coffee! Smell it carefully. Besides the coffee aroma, isn't there a faint bitter almond smell? That's a characteristic of cyanide poisoning!"

"Cyanide... cyanide?" The flight attendant's smile froze. She subconsciously lowered her head and sniffed, but she obviously didn't have Conan's keen sense of smell and could only smell the strong aroma of coffee.

She looked confused and incredulous. "Little brother, are you sure you didn't smell something wrong? Or have you been watching too many movies? How could this be..."

Conan saw that she didn't believe him at all, and knew that arguing with her in the corridor would only alert her.

He had a sudden inspiration, grabbed the flight attendant's sleeve, and whispered, "If you don't believe me, you should believe him! Come with me!"

Without saying a word, Conan pulled the skeptical flight attendant to the first-class cabin and went straight to Shiraishi E, who was resting with her eyes closed.

"Brother Shiraishi!"

Shiraishi E opened her eyes and saw Conan returning, along with the flight attendant behind him holding coffee and looking uneasy. She raised an eyebrow slightly.

The flight attendant felt like she had found her pillar of support the moment she saw Shiraishi E.

The young detective's bravery and professionalism in defusing the bomb and investigating potential hazards have already won him widespread respect.

She quickly lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Shiraishi, I'm so sorry to bother you. This child... he said the coffee prepared for the captain is poisoned, it has a... bitter almond taste. Is... is that true?"

Shiraishi E's gaze immediately fell on the seemingly ordinary cup of coffee.

He didn't even need to carefully distinguish the smell like Conan did; a familiar, thorny sense of danger instantly rose within him, clearly pointing to the dark brown liquid.

He took the coffee cup, brought it close to the rim, and cautiously and gently fanned the air with his nose.

Sure enough, beneath the strong aroma of caffeine, he detected a faint, discordant scent of a deadly poison.

He looked at Conan in surprise and couldn't help but complain, "You can smell it from that far away, mixed with such a strong coffee smell? Is your nose like a police dog's?"

Conan crossed his arms, a signature smug smile on his face: "Hmph, my sense of smell is very keen!"

Having confirmed Conan's assessment, Shiraishi E nodded solemnly to the flight attendant: "He's right, there's definitely something wrong with this coffee, we absolutely cannot drink it."

The flight attendant gasped, nearly dropping her tray, her face turning deathly pale: "Really...really poisonous? Oh my god! How could this be..."

Conan's expression turned extremely serious. He pushed up his glasses, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "Please, take me to the kitchen where the food is prepared immediately. We must find the source of the poison, and... the person who poisoned us!"

"Okay, okay! Please follow me!" The flight attendant had no more doubts at this point, nodded quickly, and turned to lead the way.

Conan followed, but after a couple of steps, he noticed that Shiraishi E was still sitting calmly in her seat, showing no intention of moving. He turned back and asked, "Aren't you coming along?"

Shiraishi E yawned, waved her hand casually, and said in a lazy tone with absolute trust: "You can handle this kind of 'small case' by yourself, right? If I go, I'll just be watching from the sidelines. I might as well rest here and recharge. Who knows what kind of 'big surprise' might come later?"

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Go ahead and investigate, Detective. I'm leaving this to you."

Conan rolled his eyes helplessly at his "hands-off" attitude.

Without saying another word, he turned and followed the flight attendant, walking quickly toward the plane's galley. An urgent investigation to track down the poisoner at 10,000 meters altitude was about to begin!

(End of this chapter)