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

Chapter 7 Everything is going as planned

Lin Sheng is now in the study, observing whether time is flowing normally outside the window.

It's a hard feeling to describe, when you're in the loop, it's like...

It’s as if I have inexplicably gained an extra organ in my body, which can subtly sense the traces of the passage of time.

Spending more than nine days on a three-hour flight is like someone suddenly discovering a two-digit number between three and four.

Lin Sheng didn't know what the scenery outside the cabin looked like to those people in the cabin.

But in his eyes, time is like a Dali painting. The clock, its shell, becomes a soft, floppy thing that can be bent at will.

That constant timeline, those taut fibers are no longer a whole; they diverge and twist, becoming them, spreading and stirring the space, appearing winding and coiled.

You can't separate time and space.

Thus, the things that originally separated day and night were also disrupted.

After the sun sets, it is not the afterglow of the sunset but the rising sun that turns the clouds golden.

Noon and midnight, the two times that are the farthest apart, have never been so close.

For the first time, Lin Sheng discovered that the sun could appear in the middle of the night, and that there were so many stars shining at noon when the sun was at its brightest, but they were clearly distinguished.

Lin Sheng's body, his perception of time still told him that it was midnight, but it was also daytime.

It’s a pity that I’m not a scholar now, Lin Sheng thought, those theoretical physicists will definitely go crazy about this phenomenon.

This may reveal something about the nature of time.

Maybe I should learn something about this later.

After all, what I have the most right now is time.

But the more critical question now is how to get rid of this fantastic and weird phenomenon.

"1, 2, 3...10800."

When the three hours of silent counting were over, the sound coming into the study from outside was still that of quarreling.

Perhaps these three hours of quarrel seemed like just a few minutes to them, but to Lin Sheng, it meant that the ninth cycle was still not over. Lin Sheng knew that he had to make the next attempt.

He sighed lightly, it seemed that being just a "detective" was not enough, so he pushed open the door and prepared to see what the situation was outside.

The perception of time is completely different for Datian Xiaochuan. In just a few minutes, he has identified three suspects.

It has to be said that every detective theme enthusiast in Conan's world view has his or her own unique skills.

As an amateur detective enthusiast.

Although Datian Xiaochuan is not as proficient as others in bomb making, trap making, poisoning and other simple skills necessary for home and travel.

But the case designed by Lin Sheng was not complicated.

The suspects are flight attendant Naoko Okamura, chef Toshiya Fukuyama, and doctor Tsubuna Hashimoto.

Naoko Okamura, who first discovered the "corpse", was obviously a suspect.

Moreover, Oota Xiaochuan also keenly noticed that compared to before, the badge that the flight attendant originally had on his chest was gone.

Tsubuna Hashimoto is also suspicious.

The emergency medicines on the plane were obviously managed by doctors. Even if Hashimoto did not feed the sleeping pills to the victim personally, they must have slipped from her hands.

In Datian's opinion, the chef was the most suspicious. You know, when Yu Tianyang was covered with a white cloth, everyone saw traces of juice on his lips.

It is almost impossible to subdue an adult man and force poison him in the cabin without attracting attention. The incident happened at noon when there were four or five flight attendants resting in the cabin.

So it is very likely that the sleeping pills were put into the juice and then drunk by Yu Tianyang.

What's more, Fukuyama is the only male, and he is more powerful, enough to strangle an unconscious person.

Then, a flight attendant who was not sleeping soundly testified that he vaguely heard Mr. Lin's secretary asking the kitchen for juice, so the sleeping pills were most likely added separately during the production process.

As a luxury charter flight, all the juices on the plane are of course freshly squeezed by the chef himself.

So it is obvious that Fukuyama Shunya is the biggest suspect.

"Toshiya Fukuyama! Can you explain why you poisoned me?" Ota Xiaochuan felt that he was close to the truth.

"How could it be me!"

Toshiya Fukuyama stared at the amateur detective fiercely.

Nothing can put a chef out of business more than being labeled a poisoner for no reason.

Even if it's just a possible suspect, there are so many chefs who are not suspected, why do people choose this? Even if it's a suspicion of poisoning and murder!

“I made that glass of juice myself in front of Mr. Yu and gave it to him!”

"If it was really me who poisoned him, there's no way he wouldn't have discovered it!"

Feeling wronged, Fukuyama trembled with anger:

"An amateur who's not even a third-rate detective! Why would I murder someone I just met today?"

"I just handed him a glass of juice!" Seeing that the two men were about to fight, the flight attendant walked between them and stopped them. She tried to calm everyone down.

"Why don't we wait until we get to the airport and talk about it? Let's just be mindful of each other's actions and not provoke the potential murderer."

The death of a person on the plane was already a headache for Naoko Okamura.

"After all, it's the detectives' job to find the murderer. We just need to collect the things scattered at the scene as evidence."

"No! No one is allowed to move!" Oota Xiaochuan and Fukuyama Shunya shouted at the same time.

Fukuyama doesn't trust anyone now——

Who knows who the "evidence" at the scene will point to after being protected? The title of murderer may really fall on one's head.

"Who knows if the murderer will do something else," he felt that the most urgent thing was to clear himself of suspicion.

"Ota, didn't you say Naoko was also a suspect? The flight attendant can do much more than a cook like me can!"

To be honest, Oota Xiaochuan and Fukuyama had the same idea, and Naoko's words just now made him even more alert.

"Ms. Naoko, can you tell me where the name badge on your chest is?"

"I put it away during my break," she said, trying to keep her voice low, but everyone could tell she was a little flustered. "Besides, the murder case has nothing to do with the badge."

"Because you didn't take it off, Secretary Yu actually pulled it off - right?"

Datian Xiaochuan felt like he had entered detective mode:

"Anyone who uses a brooch regularly for professional reasons knows that if a brooch is pinned to delicate fabric, it can easily cause the pinhole to expand and form a hole as small as a pencil tip if it is not carefully pulled away."

"I believe you didn't put your badge away. It must be scattered somewhere on the cabin floor. The reason you asked everyone to collect the scattered items at the scene as evidence and wait for landing is -

"It's because you wanted to conceal this piece of evidence! And as the flight attendant, you clearly have the authority to ask the doctor for sedatives under the pretext of needing to get medication for a passenger!"

I have to say that Ota Xiaochuan's reasoning is simply flawless.

Lin Sheng really thought Datian’s words were convincing, if he hadn’t personally poured the sleeping pills into the secretary’s mouth.

After all, he still needs to test whether his "time traveler effect" can affect other people.

"Doctor Tsubaki, did the flight attendant ask you for sleeping pills?"

"Uh," Hashimoto Tsubuna glanced at Lin Sheng, who had stood behind Ota Xiaochuan at some point. She was a little surprised that all this was exactly as Lin Sheng had planned.

"Mr. Datian, maybe you don't know that Mr. Lin has asked for this, so..."

Ambiguous words often allow the listener to automatically fill in the blanks, and people tend to believe more in what they have inferred.

"Tsubuna! You!"

Naoko didn't know why Tsubaki, who was always outspoken, chose to be evasive at this time.

"Why would I kill Secretary Yu! I have no motive to do so!"

Okamura Naoko didn't want to stay here any longer: "Mr. Lin, I understand your concerns about the company's stock price. I asked me to report this to the control tower after we arrive at the airport."

"But the current situation is that I have to report to the airport."

"Don't rush to report, I think we will soon find out who the murderer is -

"Ms. Naoko, there's a satellite phone on the plane, right?"

Lin Sheng pulled out a newspaper clipping that Datian Xiaochuan had given him. "I wonder why we don't ask a real detective?"

"After all, Mr. Ota hasn't figured out your possible motive, has he? The motive for murder is what matters most."

"Yes," Oota's voice sounded a little depressed, "I really don't understand this."

But the thought of witnessing a real detective solve the case soon cheered him up again: "Which detective are you going to find?"

He surrendered to this case, Lin Sheng thought, which made Lin Sheng smile happily, pure happiness——

He now somewhat understood why the perpetrators had gone to such great lengths to design such a complicated case.

Even invited detectives to challenge themselves.

There is nothing more fulfilling than seeing your plans transform from your mind into reality step by step.

It was as if everyone on the plane was a puppet of him, Lin Sheng, the operator.

Although Lin Sheng didn't want to say this, but - all this was part of Lin Sheng's plan.

Next comes the second part of Lin Sheng’s plan.

After confirming that a simple detective would not be able to "end the cycle".

What better way to verify your theory than with the protagonists of this world?

He gave Datian Xiaochuan an encouraging smile and pointed to the words to the left of the phone number -

"Mouri Detective Agency".

　This case was the author's own idea. Although it may not be too complicated, I don't seem to have much experience with the idea of solving a case purely through phone calls in Conan dramas. I hope it has some originality (●''●)
　　Then, since I told you at the beginning that the doctor was the murderer, can you guess how the "deceased" died?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)