Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1673 Chapter 1673 [The plane is out of fuel] Ask for a monthly ticket (〃〃)

  The last flag was not finished, Captain Shimaoka's mouth seemed to be covered.

  Ireland: “…” Well done.

  He has never believed in any metaphysics, but at this time, when he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, he wanted to believe in everything.

  Jiang Xia cheered up and sat up straight: "What's wrong? Someone sneaked up on you?"

   "Ahem, no, I'm fine." Captain Shimaoka struggled to break away the hand of the director of control, and talked about the business, "Tell me the specific situation of the plane, and I will teach you how to operate it next."

  Jiang Xia leaned back on his seat again: "Oh, I see."

  He conveyed the situation of the aircraft to the captain in detail, and adjusted the rudder as he said. Without the automatic driving system, there are more steps to operate, but fortunately, it is not difficult for Jiang Xia.

   Not long after, the plane temporarily stabilized.

  Captain Shimaoka: "What's the current altitude and speed?"

   "Altitude 3000 feet, speed 200 knots."

Captain Shimaoka was relieved: "Adjust the wings to five and change to level flight. Adjust the nose to a direction of 180 degrees and rise to 4,500 feet. Just hover over the sky and wait for the autopilot system to restart. We will take advantage of this Clear the runway urgently for a while, and after the autopilot system resumes, you can attempt a second landing."

  Jiang Xia plans ahead: "What if you can't recover?"

"Impossible, it will definitely recover!" Captain Shimaoka tried to break the crow's mouth on the plane with firm confidence, "Don't be nervous, according to my technology, even if the autopilot system is not used, I can remotely teach you how to Do it manually."

  Captain Shimaoka said this with a guilty conscience: this kind of weather, this kind of difficulty, for a novice passenger to operate, he always feels that he has foreseen the tragic future of the crash.

  Now, we can only pray with all our strength for the smooth recovery of the automatic driving system.

  …

  Jiang Xia adjusted various instruments to keep the plane hovering stably in the air.

   Matsuda Jinpei was still working hard to get murderous. But smoking is a hobby, and machinery is also a hobby. When you squeeze it, it can't help but float to the driver's seat again, touch it here and there, it looks very itchy.

Jiang Xia grabbed the ghost by its collar, pulled the ghost that was floating around blocking his view, and communicated along the tattoos: "If you want to fly a plane, we will trick the organization's helicopter into it in the future, so let's forget it this time— You're not on the passenger list at all, and you haven't passed the security check. As long as you come out, you will be targeted. Do you want me to change to a new Uzo? I haven't found any other suitable adult male ghosts yet, so you have to wait a little longer. and…"

  Jiang Xia patted Noah who was on his lap at some point. A ripple appeared on the surface of the jelly-like ball.

  Usually Noah doesn’t often come out of the print space, because it has no feet, and its hands are very short. It is a transparent ball, and it takes more effort to move than other ghosts. So rather than floating outside, Noah prefers to nest in the tattoo space and rub his virtual world.

  But now, it's time to let it out.

  Noah's short hand patted his chest: "Don't worry, Mr. Matsuda, I can take over the plane at any time, please trust my piloting skills."

  Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

  The industrious ghost couldn't get over the AI, so he had to float aside silently, continuing to work hard to gather his murderous aura.

  Jiang Xia followed the tattoo and quietly told Noah: "When you repair the loopholes on the plane, remember to cover up the instrument panel, and don't let it show an objective situation."

   As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at Ireland.

   At this time, Ireland seemed to be a big cloud of smoke, and almost the entire cab was filled with his murderous aura.

  Jiang Xia sent all the ghosts except Noah to gather murderous aura, but he was still almost overwhelmed—even Gin had never sprayed murderous aura like this. After all, Gin just has a bad temper and rarely faces danger to his life. However, Ireland now has new and old hatreds and death threats, and it has simply become a murderous fountain, which is inexhaustible.

  Jiang Xia counted the excess production, and suspected that when he got off the plane, the pile of smoke would smell murderous and even exceed the stock of gin.

   After watching for a long time, Ireland noticed his sight.

  Jiang Xia didn't look away, looking upright. He also casually asked: "Are you okay, why are you still sitting on the ground?"

  Ireland gritted her teeth and endured the pain: "...it's okay."

  Just now the lightning struck and hit the building, and the plane was engulfed by the air current. In an extremely violent jolt, Ireland unfortunately hit his shoulder again—the same side he had injured before.

  There were many people in the cab before, and Ireland was worried that people walking around would hit him, so he let the shoulder on the injured side face the inner wall.

  Unexpectedly, the plane shook and threw him up. This position just caused his shoulder to hit the wall hard. The heart-piercing pain at that moment made Ireland think for a moment that he had come to hell.

  Ireland: "..." This is probably what Uzo had calculated. Did he figure out his psychology of protecting the wound in advance?

  When the plane takes off and lands in a thunderstorm, it may be struck by lightning. What's more, when the airport was cleared just now, they were the only plane flying through the thunderstorm, like the only big tree in an open field, the most likely to cause thunder.

   At the thought of Uzo and his never-ending schemes, hatred and rage propped Ireland up from the ground.

  —As long as there is breath left, he will never give up sending Uzo to Hell!

  Ireland did not rest. He endured the pain and checked the situation of the plane, but found that the safety of the autopilot system showed no signs of repair.

   "That bastard..." Thinking of the recording in the cab, Ireland dryly made amends, "If she hadn't poisoned and murdered people, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

  Jiang Xia: "..." Don't think I can't hear you scolding Uzo. Things have developed to the present, and even the lightning strike has been involved. Don't you have any responsibility for your bad luck?

   Uzo is the most innocent. The whole thing is not because you are always targeting the gin, rounding up is targeting the handle of the gin "Kudo Shinichi", so it is bad luck.

  Jiang Xia silently carried the pot on his back, while thinking about how to cover the pot back one by one if something bad happens in Ireland, so that this unlucky ghost can face the reality bravely.

  At this time, Ireland's complexion suddenly changed, ten times uglier than before.

  Hashimoto Maya was a little frightened: "...what's wrong?"

  Ireland gritted its teeth: "The fuel is gone."

   Maya Hashimoto was stunned, and blurted out: "Impossible! It was clearly enough before!"

As he said that, he hurriedly looked at the fuel gauge, and the remaining fuel displayed on it made him feel a buzzing in his head—the supposedly abundant fuel was only enough to support the plane for another ten minutes, and the remaining fuel was still in excess of 10 minutes. A speed drop visible to the naked eye.

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  (end of this chapter)