The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 6: Afternoon Puzzle in the Sealed Cabin

Just like gravitational waves were speculated by Einstein in 1916 based on his general theory of relativity in the last century.

But it wasn't until 2016 that he won the Nobel Prize after making concrete discoveries and evidence.

Make bold assumptions and verify carefully.

Nothing can better prove the correctness of a theory than experimental results.

Considering the urgency of time, if he cannot succeed in three cycles, Lin Sheng really has to consider parachuting directly.

At the beginning of the ninth cycle, Lin Sheng found his secretary.

"Tian Yang."

As soon as Yu Tianyang heard it, he knew something strange had happened again.

In his and other people's eyes on the plane, Lin Sheng did a lot of "weird" things in the short "three-hour" flight.

For example, in just three hours, he discovered that his boss had eaten five boxes of pasta.

This was the result of Lin Sheng trying his best to cover it up. After eating secretly every time, he would quietly put the pasta box back to the bottom when no one was paying attention.

For example, every few minutes you would ask everyone what the weather is like outside.

While it does sound a bit odd to experience several noons, evenings, and nights in three hours, it's no big deal since the day isn't over yet.

"Yutian Yang?" Lin Sheng didn't know why his secretary suddenly became dazed, so he raised his voice slightly.

Lin Sheng felt very tired. After all, he still had to maintain a calm attitude in front of everyone, just to prevent himself from becoming a possible victim.

But to be honest, discovering all this made him really have the urge to become a murderer.

Could it be that so many cases in the Conan world are caused by some "ordinary people" subconsciously realizing these terrible truths?

Lin Sheng kept this guess in mind and planned to do some research on it when he had the chance.

"What do you want from me?"

"What do you think of Datian Xiaochuan?"

Lin Sheng decided to persuade him patiently, as he didn't want to become a murderer.

Overall, he considered himself a decent person.

Yu Tianyang breathed a sigh of relief. Now he was finally not facing those strange problems.

"Very talented," he said, not knowing which answer his boss would prefer. "But I feel he's not experienced enough and needs some practice. He's still young."

Lin Sheng got a very smooth answer.

"Then if I want him to be the director of the future detective theme park—"

"It's really a good fit."

As Lin Sheng's secretary for many years, he quickly figured out his next plan:

"Do you want me to go and test the waters?"

"Although the company has only collaborated with them a few times, considering the huge investment, recruiting someone here shouldn't be a problem."

Lin Sheng felt that he had laid the groundwork for the event:
"That's great, but I think... for the director of a detective theme park, being just a detective fan isn't enough."

"You mean?"

"I want to design a murder case to test him," Lin Sheng patted the plan in his hand. "After all, he said in it that the director needs to personally preside over some case activities."

Although Yu Tianyang felt that his boss's thinking was a bit jumpy, he quickly caught up with his boss's ideas.

"What arrangements do you want?"

Lin Sheng stood up and patted his secretary on the shoulder, smiling.

"It doesn't require any major arrangements. Just have three people see you do a few things," Lin Sheng pointed out a few key figures, perfectly satisfying the three-choice requirement of a classic Conan-style case. "The flight attendant, the chef, and a doctor."

"They are very suitable to play the murderer, and you are responsible for playing the victim."

"Ah? I'm playing the victim!"

“This year’s prize money has tripled.”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Well, you should also take a look at how to write this script. Oh, and you need to contact that doctor and make some preparations in advance. After the matter is completed, you should give her 200,000 yuan as a hush money."

"But the premise is that it has to be a perfect performance, understand? It better be like the real thing, and our 'detective' must not find out."

"Hey, don't worry."

This was the first time that Ameda Hiro had encountered such an interesting thing. He had never played a "victim" before. Although it was just a simple performance of a "corpse", his acting spirit was already burning.

After waiting for some necessary actions and setting up the mysteries and traps in the case, Lin Sheng asked Datian Xiaochuan to stay alone in the study to revise the plan.

He closed the door gently when he left, leaving a small gap on purpose.

Next up will be an interesting play called "Afternoon Puzzle in the Confined Cabin."

At noon during the tenth cycle, when everyone was taking a break.

Just like what had happened many times before, the plane was slightly bumpy due to the air currents, and the closed study door was pushed open a crack.

Datian Xiaochuan spent the entire "morning" revising the plan that Lin Sheng left him last "night". The turbulence of the plane caused the pen on the table to fall to the floor.

When he bent down to pick up the pen, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow lying across the middle of the cabin corridor out of the corner of his eye.

Looks like someone fell asleep on the floor?

Datian Xiaochuan pushed open the door, thinking of going to see what was going on.

Then he saw the flight attendant jogging towards him and let out a cry of surprise.

"Call a doctor! Someone is unconscious!"

The shout broke the silence in the cabin and there was a little commotion in the cabin.

Soon, the doctor hurried over, squatted down and carefully examined the "unconscious" person, then stood up and shook his head at everyone with a serious expression.

"There's no hope of saving him," the doctor said solemnly, just as described in the plan. He showed the bruises on the "deceased's" neck to the people around him. "Preliminary diagnosis: the cause of death is asphyxiation."

"What! This is impossible!" Lin Sheng ran from the end of the corridor and pushed aside the people around him to squeeze in. "Quick! Two people, help me carry him to the infirmary!"

The flight attendant nodded, and she quickly called two stronger flight attendants to carry the "corpse" to the infirmary.

It was obvious that the limited medical equipment on the plane could not save a single person.

The doctor covered the "deceased" person's body with a white sheet with a look of regret.

Yu Tianyang, who had taken sleeping pills in advance, now fell into a peaceful sleep. As for the slight ups and downs of the bed sheets caused by his breathing, they could be completely ignored due to the slight vibration of the plane.

In short, everything is ready now. Lin Sheng recalled his instructions to the doctor and has perfectly avoided the situation where Datian Xiaochuan might discover the flaw. Now the main show will begin.

"If a murder has occurred, we must land as soon as possible. We still have two hours to reach Tokyo Airport." The flight attendant pursed his lips a little nervously, "Which means..."

"In other words," Ota Xiaochuan took over, his face turning slightly pale, "we have to stay on this plane with the murderer for two hours."

These words instantly made the atmosphere solemn.

Lin Sheng even saw a few timid flight attendants hugging each other in fear.

Even Oota Xiaochuan's body was shaking slightly, but it was not because of fear.

Although Oota Xiaochuan is indeed very interested in cases with strange causes of death, he even collected a cabinet of photos or clippings related to various cases at home.

But maybe no one would believe it if he told them, this was really the first time he faced a murder case personally.

He is now in the middle of a murder!
"This is simply great!" As soon as he shouted, Datian Xiaochuan faced the suspicious and even frightened gazes of others.

Then he realized that his reaction was too abrupt.

"No, no, no! What I mean is that this might be my chance to become a detective! Mr. Lin knows that I've always loved detective stories. What's more, the real murderer is among us. For everyone's safety, we'd better catch him as soon as possible."

"Then I'll leave the case to you," Lin Sheng looked at him "seriously," trying to convey a hint of trust and expectation in his tone. "Mr. Datian, except for me, everyone else will follow your orders."

"Mr. Lin, what you mean is..." Datian hesitated.

Lin Sheng stared into Datian's eyes: "You don't think I could be the murderer, right?"

This is really a fatal question, Datian Xiaochuan wiped the sweat from his head, and his detective soul told him.

Before the truth comes out, everyone is a suspect.

But Lin Sheng can now be said to be the boss who decides his job!
Damn it! Datian Xiaochuan glanced at everyone's position and the crime scene, quickly recalled the entire scene in his mind when he walked from the study to the passenger area, and thought about how to determine whether Mr. Lin was a suspect.

"Of course not," he said, trying to sound calm. "Mr. Lin, you were walking from the rear cabin when the incident happened, not from the crime scene, right?"

"That's right," Lin Sheng nodded, "I was going to the kitchen to check the quantity of fast food."

"The suspect is..."

Lin Sheng patted Datian on the shoulder and interrupted him: "Since I have been ruled out as a suspect, I will go back to the study to rest."

"After all, after all, this happened," Lin Sheng said, making his voice sound calm but a little sad. "Tian Yang has been with me for a long time. I just, I just want to..."

Lin Sheng almost believed what he said. Everyone present thought that he was too sad and really needed to rest.

"Everyone else here is under your command, Mr. Ota. I will go back to the study alone and lock the door unless you catch the murderer or the plane lands at the airport."

"Of course, of course, it would be great if you could catch the real culprit in advance."

The study door clicked shut and the murderer was now among us.

Datian Xiaochuan felt the heavy pressure instantly.

Is this what it means to be a detective? To bear the resentment of the dead and the sorrow of the living, and then find the truth?
What on earth was I so excited about? Excited about the case?
Datian Xiaochuan slapped himself hard.

What do I take my life for?

"Don't worry, I will do my best to find the murderer!"

Even if you don't listen to the emotions behind a sentence, just look him in the eye.

Anyone who watched it could see the raging rage in the eyes of this detective, and the anger towards the murderer.

(End of this chapter)