Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1655 1655 [Case closed]

  The hatred of the makeup artist went deep into the bone marrow: "After graduating from school and returning to China, I wrote a letter to Hollywood to apply for a job while doing makeup for that woman.

  “A month ago, I finally got the chance to realize my dream—a Hollywood actress came to Japan. Her manager praised my makeup skills and asked me if I wanted to go to Hollywood.

   "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, but that **** in Mushu is playing tricks behind his back, messing up my good business!

"If she keeps me just because she loves my skills so much and wants me to do her makeup, I can't bear it, but it's not like this at all! She just thinks I'm quick at work and wants to squeeze a few more years—this kind of A **** who can mess up other people's dreams with his own desires is not worthy of living in this world!"

The director snorted: "If you want to kill her, go ahead and kill her. We didn't stop you. But what's the matter if you lead the suspicion to us." - Fortunately, he heard that a famous detective was coming to the crew, so he stopped himself in time murder plan. Now the hated person is gone, and I don't have to go to jail... This is too wonderful, there is such a good thing like a pie in the sky.

  No matter what everyone was thinking, at least on the surface, the real culprit knelt down, the matter calmed down, and everything was resolved smoothly.

   But watching this scene, Conan felt restless, always feeling that he had forgotten something very important.

  He frowned and stared at the makeup artist kneeling on the ground, thinking quickly in his mind: "Could it be because there were no police car sirens on stage, so I subconsciously thought that the matter was not over yet? No, it shouldn't be like this..."

  Conan always had an extremely bad premonition in his heart, and soon, even his head throbbed with pain. Some kind of powerful intuition warned him that something big was about to happen.

   But, what is it?

  The desire to survive made Conan forget about the small rivalry between the detectives for a while, he asked Jiang Xia: "Do you feel that something is very wrong?"

Jiang Xia thought for a while: "No. The only thing to pay attention to is that we are not sure how many times Mu Shuli touched the nose, and how many places he touched after his hands were poisoned—in other words, there may be There are still some residual toxins. Before arriving at the destination, it is best not to eat anything, and try to avoid the places where Mushu has been active."

  …

   Not far away, in the cab.

  The captain loosened his collar uncomfortably, a little out of breath, he casually asked the co-pilot, "Why are you so bored all of a sudden?"

   "You think so too? Just now I thought it was my illusion, but now it seems that this should be a problem of the environment." The co-pilot was also out of breath, and was also unbuttoning his collar.

But no matter how loose the clothes were, he still felt short of breath. The co-pilot muttered suspiciously: "Could it be that the thunderstorm caused the air pressure in the cabin to change? But the instrument didn't show it, and it didn't happen in previous thunderstorms. What a weird day!"

   "Forget it, hold on a little longer, maybe the ventilation facility is out of order." The captain sighed, "When I get to the place, I must go out and take a good breath of fresh air."

  …

  The two people haven't realized that the disaster is imminent, and they are talking one after another.

In the cabin, Conan only felt that his brain had become a movie player, and all the pictures just now flashed in front of his eyes, but compared with what he actually saw, the playback in his mind this time The image is spliced ​​with other content.

  The movement track of Mu Shuli...

   If you look at it in order, the actress first walked into the bathroom and pinched her nose to breathe. After coming out, she originally wanted to go back to her seat, but suddenly saw the stewardess passing by her and went to the cab, so she followed decisively.

  Recalling this, Conan's thoughts suddenly stopped.

  —When Mu Shuli greeted the drivers in the cab, he happened to peek curiously behind the curtain. And if I remember correctly, at that time the two captains held Mu Shuli's fingertips and gave her a hand kiss... Wait, held her fingertips? !

  Conan jumped up and grabbed the stewardess next to him: "I remember you delivered coffee and snacks to the cab just now—tell them immediately and tell them not to eat it!

  The stewardess looked at the child in surprise, then obviously failed to understand what he meant, and smiled: "Little friend, I didn't poison you."

  Ireland didn't take the first-grader too lightly. He casually searched for Conan's words, and then suddenly remembered a terrible thing.

  —When Mu Shuli returned to his seat just now, he walked in a slightly strange direction. She didn't seem to be coming back from the bathroom, but more like coming from the direction of the cockpit.

   I don’t know what Mu Shuli did with the pilots in the cockpit, but if the poison on her hands gets on those snacks, the snacks are eaten by the pilots...

  Ireland thumped in her heart, and stood up straight suddenly. In the face of an "air crash" that is comparable to a natural disaster and almost fatal in case of encounter, even the organization cadres who have seen many storms and waves can hardly maintain true calm.

  Hashimoto Maya seldom saw his boss look so groggy, he was taken aback, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

   Before Ireland could answer, another person answered his doubts first.

  —The flight attendant suddenly received an internal call for help from the cockpit.

Holding the phone in her hand, she unconsciously raised her voice due to surprise: "Difficulty breathing?! Both of you are like this?! No, there is no problem with the oxygen and air pressure in the plane... I, I will be there soon, please persevere one time!"

  The stewardess put down the phone, stepped on the high heels that almost ran off, and rushed to the cockpit anxiously.

  Jiang Xia followed quickly. The captain and co-pilot had an accident at the same time, and the stewardess couldn't stop the passengers from entering the cockpit for a while. Except for Jiang Xia, everyone else also realized that something was wrong, so they kept up.

   A group of people quickly gathered at the door of the cab.

  Looking into the room, I saw the captain and the co-pilot sitting in front of the dashboard. Both of them were slumped in their seats, holding their necklines with their hands raised. Their movements were strange as if possessed by an evil spirit, and the scene looked a little scary.

   "Captain?! Mr. Nakaya! What's wrong with you?!"

  The stewardess ran to them to call, but neither of them had the energy to pay attention to her. The captain and the co-pilot struggled with their necks clutched, and seemed to have stepped on the bridge of Naihe with one foot.

   "How is it possible... is that guy crazy?!"

  Ireland watched this scene, and her bad premonition suddenly swelled—how dare Uzo, how dare he attack such a large plane? !

  The air crash is definitely a large-scale accident that attracts the attention of the whole country, even the world. Members of the organization making news of this level are almost equivalent to being on the death penalty list.

  ... No matter how much you fight among yourself, there is no need to engage in such battles! Uzota was really a lunatic? !

  (end of this chapter)