The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 3: A Cold, Shaking Cycle
Cold, shaking...

Today is December 1993, 12, and the flight number is MN12.

Lin Sheng is on a flight to Tokyo.

Even if we are not on the train heading to the honeycomb tunnel, these two words are still very appropriate here, because their destination is some kind of devil's cave.

What surprised Lin Sheng a little was that the luxury charter business was already very mature in 1993.

This Boeing 737 is decorated like a luxury apartment, with a conference room, a study, and even a kitchen dedicated to catering.

Although the current aircraft lighting system is not as flexible as the future LED lights, the specially designed warm-toned incandescent lampshade still tries its best to bring a soft warm light to Lin Sheng.

Although Lin Sheng felt more like the large, yellowish, cold lights on the operating table.

Leaning back on the soft leather seat, Lin Sheng could smell a slight mixture of grease and leather in the air, mixed with the wood scent of the dark mahogany panels inlaid on the cabin wall.

Very nice smell.

Unfortunately, it is not on the ground, but forms a secret room in the sky from which there is no escape.

Lin Sheng is thinking about and perfecting his future plans.

Although having a photographic memory is almost a standard feature of every "time traveler", for some logical things or network-structured plans, it does not mean that you can match them just by remembering them.

What's more, Lin Sheng still hasn't figured out how to get into the "main line".

He was not like other travelers in Conan's world. As soon as he traveled through time, he found himself in the black camp, that is, the winery camp. He was also afraid of approaching the red camp.

First of all, Lin Sheng will not play the role of a prophet or a fortune teller, not to mention the difficulty of playing the role of a "prophet" in front of Conan.

Nothing is more frightening than a complex plan.

Secondly, there is a huge risk in telling others the plot you know.

This is the worst option for any time traveler, and it is impossible to tell others unless it is absolutely necessary.

Considering the length of time that the Conan comics span, Lin Sheng even felt that even if he told others some of the inside story, it would most likely be of little use - there are simply too many episodes of Conan animation.

The most important thing is how to accurately evaluate this world, and no one can do this except him, the time traveler himself.

Lin Sheng has already thought of several possibilities——

The best case scenario now is that you traveled through time to a future movie that you didn't know about, or it was actually a pure Conan fan fiction.

But it is equally possible, or even more likely, that you are in a certain infinite flow of the universe, or even in a story world under the jurisdiction of a certain main god space.

Considering the fact that Kudo Shinichi and Kogoro exist at the same time - Lin Sheng thinks that this world is no longer very safe.

Looking at his notes written in cipher text, Lin Sheng worried about the dozen or so possibilities he had listed.

If we take into account the impact of Conan not even becoming a Death God elementary school student...

Now, even the original world view or even the world view of the criminal Mr. Fuzawa is better than what he is facing now.

Lin Sheng's mood became extremely bad whenever he thought that some existence might have changed the plot.

What's even more unfortunate than finding out that you've traveled to Conan's world is that this world is completely different from what you imagined.

Before he actually came into contact with the main characters, everything was shrouded in mystery. Lin Sheng could only pray that he was well prepared.

As for the journey to Rice Flower City, the core of this world, Lin Sheng spent most of the week very carefully planning it.

The first thing I did was to book a flight to Japan.

Out of respect for the possible "death halo", the aircraft is neither too old nor too young, so as to avoid the possibility of disrepair and accidents during the running-in period.

Only two people are allowed in the cockpit, which is very important, and they have all undergone background checks. The captain and co-pilot both have a happy life and no bad habits.

The crew specifically requested a prime number and no connection to any occult or symbolic meaning.

Apart from Oota Xiaochuan who was alone in the room at the tail end of the plane, he was the only one sitting in this row, and then there was the skydiving instructor sitting close to the starboard side in case of emergency.

The quality of the parachute bags is the best, and there is one as a spare and one as a spare for the spare.

The plane's emergency door was also checked - Lin Sheng pulled it himself two days before takeoff.

He turned to look at Datian Xiaochuan and the other flight attendants. They were all wearing blindfolds. Under the financial pressure, without Mr. Lin's request, everyone on this flight had to wear blindfolds at all times. In short, out of respect for the possibility of a crime, everything was done to be foolproof.

Unless a meteorite hits or a supernatural event occurs.

As long as this world still follows the basic rule that most of the cases in Detective Conan are "murder cases" and conforms to the laws of physics, the only person on this plane who has the ability and motive to commit the crime is Lin Sheng himself.

Staring at a white cloud outside the window, Lin Sheng suddenly felt like laughing at his own excessive caution.

Could it be that Lin Sheng, a time traveler who has been at the top of the wealth for ten years, would for no reason direct a carefully designed "case" against someone on the plane?

This joke is not funny at all.

"Stewardess, please take off your blindfold," Lin Sheng called out to a flight attendant, his tone devoid of any negativity. "For lunch, I'd like a chicken pasta dish."

All lunches are boxed fast food, self-heating fast food bought from the supermarket.

This can effectively prevent cyanide, which can be bought on the street, from being added as a seasoning by a chef who may be depressed or in a bad mood.

In the Conan world, artists, cooks, photographers, and detective enthusiasts are the boss.

You must have infinite "respect" for artists, chefs, photographers, detective enthusiasts and even detectives themselves.

Some people want to blow up all their earlier architectural designs because they cannot achieve perfect symmetry.

Some people, when changing clothes, accidentally had their hanger bounce out and hit their boss in the face. In a fit of rage, they strangled the boss with the hanger...

Some people, because of different opinions from their friends who are also Sherlock Holmes fans, sublimely become fans of the murder detective.

Even if you just type the chat symbol “^^;” on the Internet, you may be killed!
(In the anime case, the reason for the murder was receiving the emoticon "^^;" in an online chat room. He thought that his grandfather who performed magic was mistaken for an idiot, so he killed those two people. It's outrageous...)
All of this is the fundamental reason why Lin Sheng has been cautious and emotionally stable since he learned about the worldview. He even cancelled all his game accounts immediately.

After all, you could never imagine that you might become a victim for such an outrageous reason ten years ago because you won or lost a game.

Writing and drawing in his code book, Lin Sheng thought of a few more things:

You just need to pay a visit to Dr. Agasa and confirm Haibara Ai's current information at the same time.

Then there are the possible hidden magic lines. Koizumi Akako is a troublesome factor, and we even have to consider the possibility that this witch has known of our existence through divination, so it is best to start with Kaito.

As for Hattori Heiji, well...

After writing two or three more pages here and there, Lin Sheng looked out the window at the golden clouds and the afterglow of the setting sun. He felt a little hungry again.

"Could you please give me another dinner? Just like lunch."

It was a really long journey. In order to kill time, Lin Sheng also tried to learn the general postures and precautions of high-altitude skydiving from the skydiving instructor on his right.

The sky became increasingly gloomy, and even the golden clouds had begun to become as dark and dull as ink.

The remaining crew members on the plane dispersed silently in the cabin which was too quiet. Lin Sheng could even hear the sound of their even breathing.

The plane now looked like one of those episodes of The Snowstorm Murders he had seen in the past.

The broken suspension bridge and the trapped snowstorm turned into the villa high in the sky and cut off from the outside world, which turned into this plane.

Through the window, you can see the red light on the tip of the left wing light up, and the red light is extremely dazzling in the darkness outside.

Lin Sheng quickly closed the sunshade, and now only the warm light was left inside the plane.

"Could you please turn up the heat? I'm feeling a bit cold."

"Okay, sir," the flight attendant even thoughtfully brought Lin Sheng a blanket when she returned. "Would you like to sleep for a while? But please let me know what you'd like to eat tomorrow morning so I can prepare it for you."

Lin Sheng's strange feeling became even more severe.

But he didn't think much about it. The journey on the plane was always extremely tiring, especially since he had spent the entire afternoon sorting out his plans after lunch and had spent a full hour or two learning about skydiving.

Outside the invisible porthole, the red light on the left wing emitted a strange red light, illuminating a cloud, the same cloud as before.

Lin Sheng is on a flight to Tokyo.

Today is still December 1993, 12, and the flight number is MN12.

Cold, shaking...

(End of this chapter)