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

Chapter 734 Oh dear, they're not even going to act anymore.
The emergency exit door of the plane was forcibly opened, and several passengers, along with the unaware child, were instantly sucked into the sea of ​​clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters—this was undoubtedly an extremely tragic and serious aviation accident.

The cabin was filled with a deathly silence, suppressed sobs, and an unyielding panic.

Given such a serious safety incident, the plane could no longer fly as originally planned.

Upon receiving the report, the captain announced over the intercom in a somber but decisive voice: "Dear passengers, due to an emergency mechanical failure, this flight will make an emergency landing at the nearest airport, F Airport. Please remain calm, follow the instructions of the flight attendants, and double-check that your seatbelts are fastened."

The broadcast carefully avoided mentioning the truth about the "hatch opening" and "missing persons" to prevent further panic.

In economy class, the mother who had lost her child was completely devastated.

She slumped down in the aisle near the emergency exit, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down her face. She clutched the hem of a flight attendant's uniform tightly, as if grasping at a last straw, her voice hoarse as she repeatedly cried out, "My child... my child! Give him back to me! Give him back to me!! Please!!"

The flight attendant who was caught was still in shock. Faced with this heart-wrenching interrogation, her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she almost burst into tears.

She tried to soothe her with her professional knowledge, her voice trembling with tears and utter confusion: "Madam... please calm down, I understand how you feel... but, but this really doesn't make sense!"

"The aircraft's emergency exits are equipped with a complex double safety system of mechanical and pneumatic locks. Under normal circumstances, even an adult male would need to exert considerable strength and follow specific steps to open them... Logically speaking, it is absolutely, positively impossible for a small child to open them by simply pressing a couple of buttons..."

However, at this moment, the mother was completely consumed by the pain of losing her son, and any rational explanation sounded to her like a sophistry to shirk responsibility.

She just pulled even harder at the flight attendant, hysterically repeating that heartbreaking plea: "I don't care! Give me back my child! Give him back to me!!"

Conan, standing to the side, watched this human tragedy with endless regret and deep sympathy in his heart.

The child was certainly naughty, but his crime did not warrant death. However, this mother will spend the rest of her life tormented by endless pain and self-blame.

But what was stronger than sympathy was the suspicion and professional instinct that was instantly ignited in him as a detective.

The flight attendant was right!

This crucial point of doubt, like a cold needle, pierced his emotions and reached the core of his thinking.

Emergency escape doors are designed to prevent accidental activation and opening. The force and steps required to open them are far beyond what a young child can accomplish independently!
However, the undeniable facts are right before our eyes—the little boy did indeed "press lightly," and the theoretically indestructible door opened right before everyone's eyes!
This completely violates common sense in physics and the logic of engineering design!

Unless... someone tampered with the emergency exit door's switch?

A terrible thought popped into Conan's mind.

Someone had compromised the door lock's security mechanism beforehand, making it extremely vulnerable. The little boy, unaware of this, became the "trigger" that triggered this deadly trap.
But... he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

This is impossible!

Before takeoff, the airport ground staff conducted the most rigorous and repeated inspections and maintenance on the entire aircraft!

Every critical component, including all the hatches, has been confirmed to be in an absolutely safe condition!
Conan's brows furrowed tightly; the enormous contradiction between logic and reality plunged him into deep confusion.

He couldn't help but recall Shiraishi E's words, which were both mocking and unwavering—"Death has its eyes on us."

At first, he scoffed at this idealistic, almost superstitious claim, firmly believing that everything must have a scientific and materialistic explanation.

However, from bombs to equipment hazards, from poisoning to hidden knives, and now this completely illogical hatch opening incident that seems to be controlled by an invisible hand...

This series of low-probability disasters, with all the clues seemingly pointing in the same direction, ruthlessly confirms Shiraishi E's seemingly absurd prophecy!

A chill crept up Conan’s spine and down his neck, making his heart sink.

He couldn't spare any more time to comfort the grieving mother, and he temporarily put aside his investigation into the mechanical malfunction. At this moment, he had a more pressing question to confirm.

He turned abruptly, weaving through the still chaotic cabin, and hurried toward the first-class section.

He had to find Shiraishi E immediately and confirm with him again this thing called "Death God" that was beyond his comprehension.

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When Conan, with a complicated expression, told Shiraishi E about the bizarre incident of the brat "easily" opening the emergency hatch, Shiraishi E's usual nonchalant attitude disappeared.

He sighed deeply, his eyes revealing a knowing "I knew it" attitude.

“It seems,” he said in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm, “that our ‘Grim Reaper’ has given up on acting altogether and is just flipping the table.”

He stood up and said decisively, "In that case, we have to go. We can't stay on this 'Death's private jet' any longer. If we stay, who knows who will be the next one sucked out."

This time, Conan surprisingly didn't refute it.

A series of events that defied common sense had completely shaken his materialistic worldview.

He simply looked up, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, and asked, "If we're really being targeted by it, will leaving the plane... guarantee our safety?"

Shiraishi shrugged, her expression slightly grave: "It's much better than staying in this iron coffin. In the air, we have nowhere to escape. On the ground, at least we have some room to maneuver."

After saying that, he didn't delay any longer and immediately found Ran, Sonoko, Yukiko, and Eri.

He knew he couldn't directly reveal the shocking truth of "being hunted by Death" to avoid causing unnecessary panic, so he quickly fabricated a more realistic and threatening excuse.

“The situation has changed,” Shiraishi said in a low voice, her expression serious. “There are still terrorists lurking on the plane. We suspect… they may be connected to the captain. The situation is extremely dangerous.”

Upon hearing this, Eri Kisaki's expression changed drastically. Her lawyer-like composure prompted her to immediately press, "Can you find them? Or bring the situation under control?"

Shiraishi E shook her head decisively, making her lie airtight: "It's difficult. They could be any passenger, a flight attendant, or even a crew member... There are too many possibilities, it's impossible to guard against them all."

At this moment, Conan stepped forward and, with his childlike appearance, spoke with undeniable authority: "Yes, Aunt Yukiko, Aunt Eri, in short, leaving the plane now is the safest option!"

Even the usually perceptive "little detective" said so, which undoubtedly increased the persuasiveness of the statement.

Yukiko, having weathered many storms, was surprised but didn't mince words: "I've learned skydiving, no problem."

Sonoko patted her chest confidently, her adventurous spirit coming in handy: "I've jumped over Mount Fuji several times, no problem!"

Ran and Eri looked embarrassed and frankly admitted that they had no skydiving experience.

Yukiko and Sonoko immediately offered to dance with them.

"No, don't separate." Shiraishi E waved her hand, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Separating in this situation would be even more unsafe. I'll lead you all to jump together."

His tone carried a reassuring yet powerful confidence.

Conan immediately nodded in agreement. Faced with this crisis that defied all reason, Shiraishi E seemed to be their only hope. Just as they reached an agreement and were about to take action, a flight attendant, pale-faced and frantic, ran over and said to Shiraishi E in a trembling voice, "Mr. Shiraishi! Please go to the cockpit immediately! Something...something terrible has happened!"

Shiraishi E and Conan exchanged a glance, and at the same time a strong sense of foreboding rose in their hearts.

The two immediately got up and rushed to the driver's seat.

The moment they pushed open the driver's seat door, even with Shiraishi's extensive knowledge and Conan's composure, the sight before them left them instantly stunned—

A large hole was visible in the windshield of the cockpit, and strong winds were pouring into the cabin.

Even more chilling was the sight of dozens of bird carcasses, their feathers disheveled and their flesh mangled, nailed to the captain's and co-pilot's seats!

The birds seemed to pierce through the specially reinforced glass, which was theoretically impenetrable even by bullets, at the speed of cannonballs. Like countless sharp arrows, they pierced the two drivers, leaving them riddled with holes and lifeless.

The dashboard was splattered with blood and feathers, a scene straight out of a nightmare.

Looking at this scene that completely defied the laws of physics, Shiraishi E actually chuckled softly, her laughter filled with a sense of absurdity: "See, I told you, it's not even going to put on an act anymore."

Conan's lips twitched, revealing a helpless, bitter smile.

This time, he simply couldn't find any scientific evidence to refute it.

The cockpit windows are made of specially treated impact-resistant material; even a barrage of gunfire would hardly cause such devastating damage, let alone a flock of birds.

But now, the stark reality is laid bare before us.

"It really is... they're not even going to act anymore," Conan muttered, his last shred of hope completely shattered.

Shiraishi Ei immediately stopped delaying and gestured for Conan to go back and prepare.

Before leaving, he said to the flight attendant who was already terrified, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and find the parachutes, organize the people who can still move to jump! This plane is beyond saving." After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation.

When Shiraishi E emerged from the cockpit, she already had several parachute suits and helmets in her hands.

He quickly returned and told Ran, Conan, and the others to put on the jumpsuits. He then used special safety buckles to tightly connect everyone together and had them wear communicators, forming a temporary parachute team.

The first-class passengers around them looked at them with suspicion and questions when they saw their strange behavior.

When asked, Shiraishi E simply waved her hand and casually made up a story: "It's nothing serious, just a few of us suddenly felt like doing something exciting, like skydiving. If you want to try it too, feel free! I've put a lot of spare parachutes in the cockpit."

This explanation left the other passengers looking at each other in bewilderment, speechless, and thinking to themselves: What kind of time is this to have such a bizarre hobby?

Shiraishi E didn't bother with other people's criticisms. Anyway, she had given them all the opportunities they were supposed to have, and if they didn't cherish them, she couldn't blame anyone else.

He carefully checked everything, making sure everyone's safety devices were securely connected, before walking to the emergency exit next to him.

He tried to open it according to the normal procedure, but no matter how hard he tried, the hatch wouldn't budge.

Shiraishi E was so angry she laughed: "Oh, you still don't want me to jump? Are you trying to cheat?"

He stopped talking and gestured for everyone to step back.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he took out a small bomb from his pocket, skillfully adjusted its yield, and precisely placed it at a key point in the hatch structure.

"Cover your ears!" he commanded curtly.

"Boom!" A not-too-loud but still powerful explosion rang out, and the stubborn emergency hatch was blown open, revealing the howling sky and rolling sea of ​​clouds outside.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.

Shiraishi E glanced back at her connected companions, a crazy yet confident smile spreading across her face.

"Let's go!" Before he finished speaking, he took the lead and leaped out of the plane, along with Ran, Conan, Yukiko, Sonoko, and Eri, like a string of puppets linked together by fate, resolutely jumping out of the death flight shrouded in "death" and falling towards the vast earth below.

Just as they stepped out of the cabin and were instantly enveloped by the raging air currents at 10,000 meters altitude, the intense feeling of weightlessness and the oncoming gale almost suffocated them.

The experienced Shiraishi E reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively pulling down the breathing mask she had prepared beforehand. The cold oxygen rushed into her lungs, fighting against the thinness and cold at high altitude.

He shouted urgently through the communicator on the connection device: "Put on your mask! Quickly!"

Although terrified, Ran, Sonoko, Yukiko, and Eri were driven by their survival instincts and prior preparations, and they did as instructed, pulling down their masks to ensure a basic supply of oxygen for their lives.

At the same time, the specially designed parachute suit automatically activated its temperature control system, and an invisible heat insulation barrier was quickly generated, effectively resisting the extreme cold of nearly minus tens of degrees Celsius at high altitudes. Like a mobile fortress, it preserved their core body temperature and avoided the fatal danger of sudden hypothermia and freezing.

After the initial shock subsided, in the weightless state of their rapid descent, the group, linked together by safety ropes, couldn't help but be drawn to the enormous creature they had just escaped from above.

Ran and Sonoko held each other's hands tightly, looking up at the passenger plane that was still flying smoothly, their eyes filled with a strange emotion.

However, this sliver of hope was utterly shattered in the next second!

Against the backdrop of the azure sky, the massive Boeing passenger plane above resembled an exquisite toy model. Without any warning, a dazzling, blinding orange-red fireball suddenly erupted from the middle of its fuselage!
"BOOM!!!!!!"

Even from a considerable distance, and amidst the howling winds at high altitude, the deafening roar of the explosion still struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer!
The massive fireball instantly engulfed the fuselage structure, followed by a slow-motion, yet brutally devastating disintegration!
The plane's wings broke off in the middle, the tail fin tumbled off, and the massive fuselage was torn into countless huge fragments in a series of internal explosions. The burning aviation fuel, like spilled paint, drew a hideous black trail of smoke across the sky.

The giant steel bird, which had just carried hundreds of lives, was reduced to countless burning, falling debris in just a few seconds, like a desperate rain of metal falling from the sky.

"No...!!" Ran and Sonoko cried out in disbelief, their eyes filled with terror and grief, feeling despair for the passengers who had not been able to escape.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints in that instant!
After the initial shock, his detective instincts immediately made him realize an even more deadly crisis!

not good! !
His mind raced, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

When an airplane explodes and disintegrates in mid-air, the resulting shockwave and countless fragments will scatter in all directions at extremely high speeds!
Although they had already parachuted, they had only been falling for a short time and were still within the "shrapnel zone"!
Sure enough, just as the thought flashed through his mind, the burning, twisted fragments of the aircraft—huge metal skins, broken frames, sharp engine parts—were like a deadly meteor shower, propelled by the immense force of the explosion, hurtling towards their airspace at speeds far exceeding their free fall!

Smaller fragments whizzed past with a sharp whistling sound, while several huge pieces of aluminum alloy debris, their edges gleaming with a cold light, were tracing deadly paths, like the scythe of death, about to slice them, along with the parachute lines, into pieces!

"Watch out for the shards!!" Conan roared with all his might, but his voice sounded so weak in the strong wind.

The shadow of death had never loomed so clearly over them.

Having just escaped the exploding plane, they now face a deadly pursuit from the wreckage!

(End of this chapter)