Model worker and his little darling

Conan was speechless; he was very suspicious of Hirai's lazy demeanor.

"Brother Pingqing, you don't know something, do you?"

Ping Qing shrugged. "We've been together since yesterday, how could I have had time to find out anything else? Conan, stop being so suspicious all the time, or you'll end up with a nervous breakdown."

Unable to get any information, Conan started keeping watch, while also trying to figure out who might be Kid.

"Excuse me, Ms. Juri, I would like to ask you to sign your name as a souvenir."

Seeing this, Pingqing took out paper and pen and handed them over, "Ms. Juri, I'm also a fan of yours, yesterday's performance was truly wonderful..."

A barrage of flowery praise convinced Maki to happily sign her autograph for Hirakiyo.

The uncle glared at Pingqing, even though he was the one who arrived first.

Seeing Ping Qing happily put away the autograph, Conan asked with some confusion, "Are you also her fan? I've never seen you chasing after celebrities before."

Ping Qing glanced at Conan, thinking, "This is a rare, one-of-a-kind autograph!"

It might be very valuable.

We were so grateful to the uncle; otherwise, we would have missed this opportunity.

"Haven't I been following Yoko Okino all along? Listening to her songs, sending her flowers, and buying her photobooks..."

However, most of them were given to vodka.

Conan grimaced. Hirai was starting to resemble his uncle more and more—smooth-talking, neurotic…

Could it be that Taira no Kiyoshi will end up like his uncle when he gets old?

The thought of that possibility sent a chill down Conan's spine, and he continued to keep an eye on Maki.

Then I saw Mu Shuli get up and go to the bathroom, but she came out quickly.

At that moment, the flight attendant carried the coffee toward the cockpit, and Maki followed her into the cockpit.

Having been secretly watching over them, Conan, the lucky stone, quietly followed them and secretly lifted the curtain to observe the situation inside.

Pingqing silently mourned for Makiri for a second. It was a pity that the young life had already entered its final countdown.

The two pilots in the cockpit, however, were driving while fatigued, letting outsiders in, and even taking off their gloves to chat and kiss hands with them. They were so stupid it was unbearable to watch.

Or is this acceptable in Japan?

It would be fun if there were more drivers like that.

Not long after, Maki returned to the passenger area with a smug look on her face.

The manager, Masayuki Yaguchi, took out some chocolates. "Ms. Maki, here's some chocolate for you."

"Thank you."

Mu Shuli didn't stand on ceremony. She held her fingers up and carefully selected one, finally choosing the one that caught her eye the most and eating it. She even licked the cocoa powder off her two fingers.

"Mr. Mori, you should have one too." He said, handing the box to the uncle.

The uncle didn't stand on ceremony, casually picking one up and putting it in his mouth. "Then I won't be polite, it's delicious!"

No sooner had the uncle finished speaking than Maki Shuri grabbed her own neck, screaming, "Ah—"

It lay on the ground and twitched a few times before settling down.

Everyone was taken aback and quickly gathered around.

The middle-aged man checked the pulse and shook his head regretfully.

Conan sniffed. "Uncle, it smells like almonds."

"Hmm, it's probably cyanide poisoning."

The bespectacled Uncle Banheng next to him pointed at the chocolate and shouted, "It's chocolate! Someone must have poisoned it! Luckily, I didn't eat it."

"chocolate?"

After realizing what had happened, the man froze on the spot. He had just eaten a chocolate!

Xiaolan also thought of the chocolate her elderly father had eaten, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Dad—"

Knowing that the chocolate was poisonous, the man felt unwell all over, dizzy, and almost unable to breathe.

He plopped down in his seat, his hand trembling as he reached out to Ran and Eri, tears welling in his eyes.

"Ran, Eri..."

Before the uncle could show his true feelings and was still examining the body, Conan, who knew nothing about it, spoke up to comfort him, "Don't worry, if the chocolate you ate was poisonous, you would have shown symptoms by now."

???

For a moment, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Ping Qing slapped Conan on the head. He had his phone ready, but Conan interrupted him like that. He should have covered Conan's mouth first.

Conan looked at Hirai innocently, holding his head. Why did you hit him?

After realizing he wasn't poisoned, the man awkwardly withdrew his hand and sat up straight. "Haha... I was a little dizzy just now, but I feel much better now."

Ping Qing clicked his tongue. The uncle hadn't been poisoned to death, but he was almost scared to death.

Everyone present was shrewd; they simply laughed it off and let the matter drop.

Ran gave Conan a complicated look. If things had continued like that, maybe her parents would have made up.

Hey……

Conan gets even more confused when faced with a murder case; what he has done that has angered both heaven and man?

To avoid causing panic, the captain and flight attendants decided to keep it a secret from the other passengers for the time being, while the middle-aged man and Eri Kisaki, having calmed down, also began investigating the case.

The agent who took the chocolate is the prime suspect, but she has been protesting her innocence.

"It really has nothing to do with me. I bought this chocolate this afternoon at my usual shop in Ginza, and I just opened it. Right, Natsuki?"

Sakai Natsuki smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't notice."

Eri looked at the chocolate. "Since you ate it and were fine, that means only a portion of the chocolate was poisoned. So how did the murderer get Ms. Maki to eat the poisoned piece?"

"I think the agent should be very familiar with Ms. Juri's habits."

“I didn’t poison her. Besides, she always eats the chocolate in a different order.”

Conan also confirmed, "Miss Juri did hesitate for a moment when choosing the chocolate just now."

Seeing this, the uncle took the evidence chocolate away for safekeeping, and Conan also fell into deep thought.

To protect the scene, everyone sat in the back, and Kuroba Kaito, disguised as Shinjo, sat next to Hirakiyo.

Kaito Kuroba, driven by curiosity, scanned the suspects, then nudged Hirai and whispered, "Hirai-nii, do you know who the murderer is?"

"I know."

Kaito Kuroba asked in confusion, "Then why didn't you say so?"

"I'm lazy. With Conan around, he'll figure it out."

Just as the two were whispering to each other, Uncle Mori suddenly stood up.

“I know who the murderer is. After the poisoned Miss Juri boarded the plane, she only ate two things: that box of chocolates and Miss Tenko’s vitamins. So the murderer is Miss Tenko.”

The emperor stood up agitatedly, "What a joke! You're making baseless accusations, and I had absolutely no motive to kill anyone."

However, Natsuki Sakai, who was standing next to her, suddenly launched a sweeping generalization, saying, "Shouldn't we all have a motive to kill Juri-san?"

"Mr. Ban is just a nominal director; Ms. Juri has actually been directing this play all along. I've seen Mr. Ban's wife, Ms. Tenko, get angry about this several times. Mr. Naruzawa divorced Ms. Juri three years ago at her request, and his attempts to reconcile have been rejected several times."

"Now Ms. Juri is also getting tired of her young boyfriend, Mr. Shinjo, and even asked me if I knew any other young men. In addition, Ms. Juri often says that the manager is dull and not quick-witted, and that she always humiliates you in front of everyone."

"As for me, I was always bossed around by the capricious Ms. Juri, and she even blocked my attempts to change jobs. So, it wouldn't be surprising if anyone killed her."

After explaining everyone's motives for murder, Sakai Natsuki sat down leisurely.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Pingqing looked at Kuroba Kaito, who was wearing a new cloak. He did have a good face; no wonder he could hook up with a rich woman.

Under Pingqing's gaze, Kuroba Kaito moved further away, trying to get as far away from Pingqing as possible; that look was too terrifying.

Seeing Douzi's actions, Pingqing rolled her eyes and looked away.

Just then, the detective team's voices came from the side.

It turned out that Genta was eating something, and Conan noticed that he had licked the crumbs off his fingers. Conan suddenly remembered that Maki had done the same thing when she ate chocolate. Could there be poison on her fingers?

The surveillance finally paid off. Conan began to recall the people who had come into contact with the deceased after boarding the plane, and discovered that anyone could have been the poisoner.

Then I thought of a strange phenomenon: the deceased came out of the bathroom very quickly after entering it.

With his brain working at high speed, Conan quickly figured out the key point.

They looked around, then huddled together next to Pingqing, and the two began to whisper among themselves.

After agreeing on the script, the "tool" character, Ping Qing, made his appearance.

"I know who the murderer is."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Pingqing.

"The murderer knew that the victim would experience ear discomfort when flying, and that she would definitely use the pinch-nose breathing technique she learned while diving. However, since women are usually embarrassed to do this in front of men, she went to the restroom, which is why she came out so quickly."

"The murderer took advantage of this, placing cyanide around her nose beforehand. When the victim was in the bathroom, the poison got on her fingers. Then, while eating chocolate, she was poisoned because of her habit of licking her fingers."

As they talked, Pingqing began to show some disgust towards the deceased. The glamorous celebrity in public sounded a bit unhygienic...

"The only person who had the opportunity to apply poison to the victim's face was her personal makeup artist, Ms. Sakai Natsuki. You are the murderer who killed Ms. Juri."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Sakai Natsuki.

Sakai Natsuki was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"How could that be? That reasoning is quite interesting."

Pingqing didn't care. "The murder weapon was foundation stained with cyanide, which is why you stopped Ayumi from touching the foundation in the dressing room."

Sakai Natsuki stood up angrily, "Can you produce concrete evidence?"

"If the powder mixed with poison were detected on the thumb and forefinger of the deceased's right hand, it could be used as evidence. Unfortunately, it was destroyed when the deceased licked his fingers."

Upon hearing this, Sakai Natsuki, who was still angry, smiled slightly.

"You wouldn't take foundation stained with cyanide on a plane, and throwing it directly into a trash can at the airport is too dangerous. I assume you mailed it home. Just contact the airport post office and ask them to investigate."

After finishing his speech, Taira no Kiyoshi gracefully withdrew, leaving the stage to the protagonist—Sakai Natsuki.

Sakai Natsuki also readily admitted to her crimes.

“That woman ruined my dream. I’ve always wanted to be a Hollywood makeup artist. To achieve that dream, I went to Los Angeles to study and even learned to speak fluent English.”

"After returning to China, I continued to apply for jobs in Hollywood while doing her makeup. A month ago, a Hollywood actress came to Japan. Her agent recognized my makeup skills and asked me if I would like to work in Hollywood."

“For me, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But that woman ruined it all by working behind my back. She treated me like a servant she could boss around. She destroyed my dignity as a makeup artist.”

Then she knelt down with a thud, covered her face and started crying.

After hearing this, Pingqing could only say, "Girl, you've chosen the wrong place. You should go to Hawaii."

The middle-aged man sneered and reprimanded him mercilessly, "The dignity of a makeup artist? Don't make me laugh. Then why did you use cosmetics as a weapon? You have no right to talk about dignity anymore."

The doctor was still the gentlest, saying, "You're still young. Aton for your sins and start over."

The case has been solved, but looking at Sakai Natsuki who is crying uncontrollably, Conan has a bad feeling and can't feel at ease.

The murderer has been found; once the plane lands, it can be handed over to the local police.

Miss Juri's ring was still on her hand; it hadn't been stolen by Kid. Even though Kid was on the plane, as long as he kept an eye on things, Kid wouldn't have had a chance to steal the ring.

His gaze swept over the crowd, and when he saw the flight attendant at the cockpit door, he instantly remembered Ms. Shuri following the flight attendant through the cockpit.

Her fingers, which were contaminated with poison, touched the captain and first officer, and a flight attendant even brought them snacks!

Thinking of this, Conan immediately shouted at the flight attendant, "Sister, tell the captain and the others not to eat the snacks you just gave them, or they'll be in danger."

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed to the cockpit to check the situation. However, it was too late; the two captains looked terrible, with beads of sweat on their foreheads and appearing to be struggling to breathe.

"duang~"

The captain plunged headfirst, landing squarely on the autopilot stick, which also disengaged the autopilot.

The plane plummeted straight down, and the people on board were instantly thrown about.

Seeing this, Hirai dragged the captain out, and Conan desperately pulled the control stick back to its original position.

At the same time, Kaito Kuroba, dressed in a new cloak, stepped forward and pressed the autopilot button.

The plane has stabilized temporarily.

Pingqing glanced at the two captains who were still groaning beside him, then his gaze fell on Douzi.

As expected of a peace dove, it withstood cyanide and the aura of death.

"Dear passengers, a passenger on board has suddenly fallen ill. If there is a doctor among the passengers, please inform the nearest flight attendant immediately."

A doctor arrived quickly and was shocked when he saw the situation. He never expected that the "passenger" was sitting in the cockpit.

If the captain collapses, will he still be able to get off the plane alive?

After a brief examination, the doctor was already sweating profusely.