Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

Although Natsuki Sakai's words sounded somewhat formulaic, Gin felt that this motive for murder was much more normal than those he had seen before.

Destroying someone's future is like killing their parents; I can understand that...

Seeing Sakai Natsuki kneel down and confess her sins, Gin didn't bother to say anything more and returned to his seat.

"Mr. Yin!"

As soon as Gin sat down, an arm naturally came around him, followed by Sonoko Suzuki's voice.

"How did you know that the poison was put in the foundation and applied to the face?"

Gin didn't even need to turn his head to imagine those big eyes staring at him, waiting for a response.

I'm just waiting for you... cough cough, no, that's not it.

He simply pitied her and wanted to satisfy this foolish woman's curiosity, not because he was expecting anything from her...

No, that's not quite right either...

Gin's usually calm mind was a little muddled, but he still managed to say something understated.

"Because she's stupid."

"Huh? Who? The murderer?"

Sonoko Suzuki blinked. Was this murderer stupid?

How come she can't see any flaws?

"Cyanide is colorless but has a odor,"

Gin said calmly,

"There was a faint smell of bitter almonds on the corpse's face; I could tell as soon as I smelled it."

"Wow—Mr. Gin is amazing!"

Sonoko Suzuki immediately exclaimed and applauded.

Vodka, who was listening to these words, and Nishino's secretary, who was eavesdropping, both twitched at the corner of their mouths.

Sonoko Suzuki is a poor student, but they are all highly educated.

Although cyanide has a smell, it is very faint. Even if it were placed in front of you alone, about 40% of people would not be able to smell it.

In the original work, it was already absurd enough that everyone in Conan's group could smell it.

Now you tell them that someone can smell cyanide mixed in with foundation on a corpse covered in cosmetics, and even knows exactly where it is...

Is this scientifically sound...?

Whether it's scientific or not, Secretary Nishino doesn't know.

However, vodka can clearly tell others that this is scientifically sound.

The older brother's sense of smell is just slightly more sensitive than the average person's, while Cherry and that Kyokushin guy completely ignored gravity and flew out...

Gin was only responsible for solving the case, while the task of calming everyone down was naturally left to the maintenance personnel and the all-powerful Nishino secretary.

After some reassurance, everyone accepted the idea of ​​temporarily sharing a room with a corpse.

The plane's destination was naturally the nearest airport to land at, where they would hand over the matter to the police and then quickly transfer to another flight.

Yes, the theory is very sound.

However, accidents always happen...

boom--

The plane suddenly experienced a violent turbulence, and everyone felt a sudden ringing in their ears, as if the plane was plummeting straight down.

"What's going on, Mr. Yin? Is the plane going to crash?!"

Sonoko Suzuki clung to Gin's arm, her face filled with terror.

Yes, her expression now isn't one of playfulness; it's that Sonoko Suzuki is genuinely scared.

Gin didn't indulge her this time. He shook off Sonoko's hand, glanced at Vodka, and quickly stood up.

Vodka understood immediately and quickly followed his older brother's lead.

"Oh no!"

The flight attendant in front of us seemed to realize something; her pretty face turned pale.

"Just now, I just sent the captain and co-pilot to the high point, and they... they seemed to have shaken Miss Maki's hand..."

boom--

A loud noise interrupted the flight attendant's monologue.

She turned her head and saw that Gin had broken down the cockpit door and led Vodka and the other man inside.

"Mr. Kurosawa, you can't go there..."

The flight attendant quickly tried to stop her.

But when she arrived inside, she found that Gin and Vodka had already started fighting.

Gin glanced at the captain and co-pilot's condition and then yanked them out of the cockpit.

Vodka quickly pulled up the control stick that the captain had already pushed down, and after the plane reached a safe position, he immediately pressed the autopilot button.

The two operators moved with such fluidity and skill that even the semi-professional flight attendant was stunned...

"Aren't you going to take these two idiots down with you?"

Gin saw the flight attendant standing there blankly, pointing at the two pilots struggling on the ground, and said coldly.

It's all because of those two good-for-nothings; they almost lost everything.

Luckily, he brought vodka with him...

"Mr. Kurosawa, what's going on here?"

When Secretary Nishino saw that the plane had stabilized, he also came over and asked Gin a question.

Gin pointed his hand again.

"As you can see, the two idiots are poisoned."

"That plane..."

"The plane is being piloted by vodka."

Having received Gin's reply, Secretary Nishino nodded, indicating that there were no further issues.

The flight attendant, though regaining her composure, still appeared quite worried.

"What do we do now? What should we do about the two captains' current condition...?"

"They can't do anything,"

Gin said calmly,

"Go and get two oxygen cylinders and give them some."

"That's all we can do for now. As for other methods, they can only implement them after the plane lands."

"As for the plane, didn't I already say we have vodka?"

this.......

Gin's words, though forceful and clear, still left the flight attendant somewhat incredulous that just anyone could pilot an airplane.

Moreover, their plane was a large aircraft that crossed the Pacific Ocean; if an inexperienced person were to fly it, they would probably just be waiting to die...

"Relax, relax,"

Vodka sensed that he was being questioned, but smiled nonchalantly.

"Miss, I've learned a little bit of driving, so I'm sure I won't have any problems."

"You'd better hurry up and get the oxygen cylinders for the two captains."

"But this..."

The flight attendant wanted to say something more.

Vodka, however, had already contacted the nearest airport terminal and started a conversation.

"Hey, the two pilots on this plane, flight number XXXXXX, have collapsed from poisoning..."

"Yes, it's alright, it's alright. I've already switched to autopilot, and the plane is fine now."