Conan: The Mechanic

The pressure of the death of the gods permeated the cabin, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the judgment of fate.

Afterwards, the **** of death really swung out his scythe and slashed the DC-10 airliner with a slash—with a tremor, many passengers sitting on the left side of the plane could hear a crisp crash. Then, the whole plane yawed and banked uncontrollably to the left.

"Boom!" The engine on the left immediately roared, and together with the engine on the right, which had also increased its power, saved the plane from the imbalance. However, at the same time, everyone can feel that the whole plane has raised its head again in the process.

The landing failed.

……

Cockpit.

"Tower, can you see our situation visually?" Sadaji Takamori asked. "What happened to us just now?"

"You may have encountered a turbulence just now, so you yawed sharply to the lower left and hit the lights next to the runway." After the plane had raised its head again, the tower resumed communication. "Also, we can observe that your No. 2 engine and tail are almost completely detached."

"Did the tail also come off?" Takamori Sadaji, who slightly reduced the thrust of the left engine, didn't seem too surprised. "Okay, so can you see how our left wing is doing? I suspect our wing hit something."

"Your wings are intact," the tower said after waiting for a few more seconds. "But we can't see it clearly here. At least your wings have no major structural damage."

"Understood, but I think there might be something wrong..." Takamori Sadaji frowned. "The power on the left side has declined. If there is no problem with the engine, then there is probably a problem with the aerodynamics of the wing."

"What are you going to do now?" the tower asked immediately.

"Spin on the left and try to land again," Takamori Sadaji replied. "I hope the firefighters will be in place as soon as possible... A circling like this is very risky for the aircraft. If the next time the situation is not particularly critical, I guess I may force a forced landing. The situation of the aircraft is still unclear. If there is a second go-around, there may be a disintegration situation, but there is really nothing to do. To be honest, I am actually not optimistic about this go-around. If it is not really impossible to land, I will not delay it until now. ."

Thanks to the fact that the nose landing gear cannot be lowered, the aircraft does not need to be so delicate when it touches the ground - the two main landing gear and the nose will form a more stable support system than the three landing gear, making the aircraft As long as it is aligned with the runway, it is basically impossible to roll over no matter what way you land. In addition, the stability of the aircraft is now difficult to be called stable, so Takamori Sadaji made a forced landing as a potential alternative.

"Understood." After a long silence, the tower responded. "Can I help you?"

"Please wait for the fire-fighting vehicle, that's all." Takamori Sadaji said. "Also, please let them wait farther away, our landing speed will be very fast, so the demand for the runway will never be closer than the average aircraft, please pay attention to this."

……

Meanwhile, the last section of economy class.

"Don't worry, we should just be performing a go-around now," Conan comforted Ayumi next to him and Motota Mitsuhiko in the row in front of him. "All the plane has to do now is just turn around and re-approach."

Just as he said this, the plane suddenly entered a short-term free fall without warning.

"Ah!" No matter how strong the psychological quality is, it is difficult to overcome the innate sense of fear in this situation. When the plane regained its altitude after the roar, it continued to stagger like a drunkard. After the staggered flight, everyone's faces were already full of anxiety - if before, because Chiba and Takamori Sadaji managed the plane properly, everyone's mood was more exciting even when it was thrown by gravity. Fearful words, now for the first time they clearly realized that the **** of death was beckoning to them.

"What are you doing?" A few rows in front of them, a middle-aged man asked his companion curiously.

"Write a letter." His companion answered briefly while he wrote quickly.

"Paper and pen—" The middle-aged man immediately realized that it seemed it was time to do this, and took out the pen and paper from his briefcase. After the graphite on the tip of the pencil left a hesitant touch on the paper, he began to write hard.

[Mariko, Jinqing, Chiyoko, you all have to take good care of your mother. Dad is really sorry, this time may really be helpless. I never want to fly again in my life, God bless me! 】

When I wrote this, the plane bumped a bit~www.readwn.com~, causing the nib to draw several lines below, and the middle-aged man seemed to have no patience to re-align the nib to the line that should be written on it. Write it on this line.

It seems that there is still a little time, and the most important thing has already been explained, what will you write next?

[I didn't expect that eating with everyone yesterday would be the last goodbye. ... whatever happens, son, it's all up to you. 】

With the rotation of the plane, he suddenly felt that his eyes were stinged by the light of something - it was his wedding ring.

[Wife, I'm really sorry that this happened. Please take good care of the children, just like I want to travel far, I will try my best to bless you in the sky! ! ! 】

When writing this, the middle-aged man took another deep breath, and the tears couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes.

[I can pat my chest and say, my life so far is really happy! thank you! Goodbye (Sayonara). 】

At the same time, many members of the detective team are actually writing.

"..." Conan held the pen and paper, but he was hesitant to move his hand, and it took about half a minute to start writing.

[Lan, I'm on a long trip.] When writing this, Conan felt that the tip of his pen was trembling. [Don't waste time on me, forget me, you still have a life that belongs to you. 】

After hesitating for a moment, Conan wrote the words and signature he had not written for a long time at the end of the paper. 【——Love you Kudo Shinichi】

After writing this, Conan put away the piece of paper and stuffed it in the net pocket behind the front seat - at least there will be no loss here, as long as the seat remains intact, perhaps the contents in it will be searched and rescued personnel found.