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

Chapter 733 This plane is more dangerous than rice cakes (2 updates)
The next three hours of flight felt like a marathon in a suspenseful thriller, leaving Conan with almost no time to catch his breath.

In the kitchen, thanks to his precise analysis of time, personnel movement, and subtle physical evidence, he accurately identified the flight attendant who attempted to poison the food in less than half an hour.

Faced with Conan's calm reasoning and irrefutable evidence, the once gentle and refined flight attendant's psychological defenses completely crumbled.

With tears streaming down her face, she confessed that she and the captain had a secret relationship, but the captain had coldly abandoned her for the sake of his career and even insulted her.

In despair, she conceived the extreme idea of ​​"if I can't have it, then let's destroy it together," and used her position to mix prepared cyanide into the captain's coffee.

Having just dealt with this attempted poisoning case stemming from a romantic relationship, Conan felt a bit tired and decided to go to the restroom to wash his face and clear his head.

Just as he came out of the restroom, he brushed past a short-haired man with a gloomy expression.

In that instant, Conan's well-trained observation skills once again caught the anomaly—the man's walking posture was very awkward, his right leg seemed somewhat stiff, as if he was deliberately avoiding the normal friction between the inner thigh and the trouser fabric, and there was an unnatural tension in his steps.

"This posture...it looks like there's something hard strapped to his legs?!"

A thought flashed through Conan's mind like lightning, instantly setting off alarm bells!

This is a sealed aircraft at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Any slight mistake could kill everyone on board!

Whether it's weapons or other dangerous items strapped to it, it absolutely cannot be ignored!
He immediately turned around, found a familiar flight attendant, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely serious tone, "Sister, please notify the air marshals immediately! The short-haired man in the gray jacket who just passed by may be hiding a sharp weapon in his right leg. Please check him discreetly and as quickly as possible!"

Conan's previous performance had earned him the crew's absolute trust.

Without hesitation, the flight attendant nodded immediately and turned to find the two plainclothes air marshals on the plane.

Upon receiving the report, the air marshals acted swiftly. Under the pretext of verifying ticket information, they politely led the short-haired man to a relatively quiet area behind the catering preparation area, where they then made their inspection request.

The man's expression changed drastically, his eyes darted around, and he fiercely resisted, shouting, "What are you doing? What right do you have to check me? I didn't do anything!"

But his reaction only deepened the air marshals' suspicions.

Without further ado, the two air marshals worked in perfect unison, and with a single grappling move, firmly pinned the struggling man to the ground.

When one of the air marshals lifted up his trouser leg, a gleaming homemade dagger, tightly bound to his calf with duct tape, was exposed to everyone's eyes!
"I...I just brought it as a gift for a friend! It's a handicraft!" the man still weakly tried to justify himself.

The air marshal and Conan, who was observing from a corner, both sneered inwardly—the intention behind carrying such a sharpened weapon on an airplane was self-evident.

The air marshals unceremoniously handcuffed the man and, along with the flight attendant who had previously attempted poisoning, temporarily detained him in the storage compartment and temporary isolation area at the rear of the aircraft.

"What on earth is going on with this plane?!" Conan roared inwardly as he watched the two people being taken away.

In just a few hours, bombs, structural defects, poisoning, and carrying weapons... the frequency of these incidents is even higher than the most chaotic day in Beika Town!

An extremely ominous premonition, like a cold vine, coiled around his heart.

At this moment, he completely forgot about his "streaking bet" with Shiraishi E; a strong sense of crisis compelled him to immediately inform Shiraishi E of the situation.

He took long strides and hurried towards the first-class cabin.

However, misfortune never comes singly. Just as he was passing through economy class, what he saw terrified him—a little boy, about five or six years old, with a chubby face, was taking advantage of the flight attendant's distraction while she was calming other passengers down, and curiously reached out to pull the red handle of the emergency exit!

"Stop! Don't touch him!!" Conan practically roared, his body darting forward like an arrow, pulling the little boy away from the door.

His heart pounded, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He crouched down, grabbed the little boy's shoulders tightly, and sternly reprimanded him, "Do you know how dangerous that was?! This door must never be opened while flying! If it were opened, we would all be sucked out and die! Understand?!"

The little boy was stunned by Conan's unprecedented sternness. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, he burst into tears and ran back to his seat.

Conan, still furious, followed them and solemnly explained the situation to the mother who was reading a magazine.

Upon hearing this, the mother's face turned deathly pale, then turned into boundless rage.

She apologized to Conan repeatedly, then grabbed the still-sobming little boy and dragged him menacingly toward the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of a loud slap and the little boy's even louder cries could be heard through the door, interspersed with the mother's angry shouts, "You're so disobedient! I'll teach you to behave!"

Conan stood there, listening to the "mixed symphony" playing inside, and could only offer a helpless, bitter smile.

He rubbed his temples wearily, feeling that the journey had been the ultimate test of his physical and mental endurance.

Conan dragged his leaden legs and staggered back to first class, almost collapsing into his seat.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his throbbing temples, and let out a long, deep sigh filled with exhaustion and disbelief.

"What exactly happened?" he asked, as if to Shiraishi E, but also as if to himself. "How much time has passed since we took off from Los Angeles?"

"Bombs, equipment malfunctions, poisoning, hidden knives... and now we have a brat who almost opened the escape door!"

"Is this plane cursed? It's more dangerous than rice cakes!"

He weakly recounted the "bratty kid incident" that had just happened in economy class, as well as how the air marshals dealt with the man carrying a dagger, to Shiraishi E, who was leisurely flipping through a magazine next to him.

Listening to this absurd rambling, Shiraishi E showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, a knowing smile crept onto his lips. He closed the magazine, turned his head, and teased in a tone that said, "I told you so," "See? What did I tell you before? The gaze of 'Death' is no joke. Now you believe me?"

Conan's "scientific materialism" has indeed been impacted like never before. The series of low-probability events that have occurred so frequently can hardly be explained by mere coincidence.

But he still refused to admit defeat, stubbornly retorting, "No, I don't believe it! It must be just a coincidence! It's just... it's just that the density of these coincidences is a bit too high!"

Shiraishi E shrugged nonchalantly, picked up the magazine again, and spoke as casually as if predicting afternoon tea snacks: "Believe it or not. Anyway, the journey is still long and there's plenty of time, so just wait and see... I bet there are even bigger 'surprises' waiting in line."

"Again?!" Conan almost howled, burying his head in the back of his seat, his voice muffled, "Spare me! I'm exhausted, I just want to get some sleep..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E offered an even more "malicious" blessing, saying with a smile, "If you're tired, just rest and recharge."

"At worst, the plane will break apart in mid-air, and everyone will line up to become 'flying acrobats'... Don't worry, I promise I'll catch you all, and I won't let you fall too alone."

Conan suddenly looked up and gave Shiraishi E a big eye roll: "Please don't say such scary things with such a cheerful expression!"

That being said, a sense of unease rooted in his detective instincts lingered in his heart like a tiny claw.

He simply couldn't get any real rest.

After sitting on pins and needles for less than ten minutes, Conan gritted his teeth, tied his shoelaces again, and got up to leave first class.

"I'll go for another walk," he told himself, trying to dispel the growing sense of foreboding in his heart.

However, as soon as he stepped through the curtain and into the economy class area, the scene before him made his blood almost freeze instantly!
Not far away, the little boy who had just been stopped by him and then dragged into the bathroom by his mother to "educate" him was now standing next to the emergency exit!
The little boy's face was still wet with tears, his cheeks were flushed red with anger and grievance, and his eyes were filled with vengeful rebellion.

Under Conan's horrified gaze, that small hand, yet capable of causing destruction, pressed the red unlock button on the emergency exit door handle fiercely and resolutely!
"No! Stop!!!"

Conan's scream pierced the air as he tried to stop the inevitable disaster.

But it was too late.

"Screech—click!"

A dull mechanical unlocking sound, like the sigh of death, clearly reached Conan's ears amidst the cacophony of engine noise.

Immediately following was the deafening, extremely violent roar of a hurricane!

boom! ! ! !

The huge pressure difference between the inside and outside of the air gives the air a physical strength.

The heavy emergency escape door was violently torn open as if by an invisible giant hand!

The little boy, still stunned at the door, couldn't even let out a proper scream before being sucked out through the crack in the door like a weightless feather.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the endless sea of ​​clouds and blue sky outside the cabin, without a trace!

The disaster is not over!

Several passengers sitting in the rows near the emergency exits, who happened to be without seatbelts for various reasons, had no time to react. Amidst terrified screams, they were forcibly pulled from their seats by the irresistible, terrifying suction, like leaves caught in a whirlpool, and were thrown out of the cabin one after another, following in the footsteps of the little boy!

"Ahhhh——!"

"Help!!"

Screams, cries, and the sounds of objects flying and colliding instantly filled the entire economy class.

Paper, blankets, lunch boxes, cell phones... everything that wasn't secured was flying around wildly, leaving the cabin in a mess, as if it had been hit by a tornado!

Conan, who had just pounced on the nearby passenger, felt a tremendous force act on his entire body, causing him to lose his balance and lift his feet off the ground. He was about to follow in the footsteps of those unfortunate passengers!
Damn!

In the nick of time, his survival instinct kicked in and he unleashed all his strength, gripping the sturdy metal base of the seat next to him with both hands!

His body was blown almost parallel to the ground by the strong wind, his clothes fluttered in the wind, his cheeks stung from the gale, and he found it extremely difficult to breathe.

He gritted his teeth, using all his strength to resist the deathly suction that was dragging him outwards.

This hellish scene lasted for what seemed like a century.

The terrifying suction only weakened and disappeared when the air pressure inside the cabin gradually reached a dangerous balance with the external high-altitude air pressure.

The cabin fell into an eerie, deathly silence, with only the howling of the wind rushing in through the breach.

Several flight attendants who were nearby, also holding themselves tightly, were ashen-faced. Suppressing their immense fear and grief, they scrambled forward and, with all their might, pushed the emergency escape door—a symbol of death and disaster—back up, temporarily sealing it off.

Conan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.

He stared at the tightly closed hatch and the azure sky outside that had swallowed several lives, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head.

Shiraishi E's prophecy has come true in the most cruel and bloody way!
(End of this chapter)