Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 473 Tomie Flow Helicopter Piloting Method

After eating and drinking enough, Fu Jiang put the "trust" that he had always carried on his body into his inventory.

He didn't take off his coat, and lay on the bed directly, resting his forearm on his forehead, closing his eyes and dozing off.

Although he doesn't need to sleep with "trust", his eyes will still dry out.

After a short rest for half an hour, Fu Jiang removed his forearm from his forehead, turned over and sat up.

The Detective Boys had already eaten and drank enough to relax their tense spirits, and even Conan and Haibara squeezed on the sofa and dozed off.

Maybe they haven't had a good night's sleep in three days.

That's hard for growing kids, and they're not gin.

Fu Jiang didn't wake up a few people immediately, but took the elevator to the basement, put all the firearms and ammunition into the inventory, and then went back upstairs again.

"Papapa", Fu Jiang clapped his hands, waking up the dozing people.

After the sleepy people opened their eyes, Fu Jiang said coldly: "It's time to go."

"Oh, good." Conan rubbed his red and swollen eyes and jumped off the sofa, almost losing his footing and hitting Haibara's shoulder.

"How long have you been up?" Fu Jiang asked seemingly casually.

"I haven't closed my eyes for the past three days." Conan yawned.

"To be precise, it was two days and [-] hours, during which we also rested for three hours at the police station."

Huiyuan glanced at the wall clock on the wall and counted the time.

She knew why Fu Jiang asked that.

Fu Jiang nodded slightly and wrote down the information.

The new humans who have survived the mutation have more energy. Even if they don't sleep for two or three days, it won't have much impact. A little rest can restore a lot of energy.

This... capitalists are ecstatic, and gin should be ecstatic too.

Fu Jiang took the young detective team into the elevator and came to the apron on the roof of the apartment building.

Here is a pure black helicopter, under the dim sky at this time, it almost blends with the surrounding environment.

With a little effort, Fu Jiang tore open the hatch of the helicopter.

Conan suddenly felt something was wrong, "Fujiang Gege, can you fly a plane?"

"Go up quickly, we don't have much time to waste." Fu Jiang didn't answer Conan's question, and urged several people to get into the helicopter.

Conan repeated his question again.

Fu Jiang frowned slightly, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Conan's eyes widened suddenly, "You don't even know if you know how to fly a plane?"

"How do you know if it will be opened if you haven't opened it?" Fu Jiang looked at Conan suspiciously, "It's a strange question."

Fu Jiang flipped a bunch of messy buttons in front of the driver's seat indiscriminately, and before he knew it, the propeller started to spin.

Haibara, who was still looking at Conan with "you're making a fuss" at first, changed his face slightly when he heard this.

She raised her hand and touched Fu Jiang's sleeve, holding on tightly and not letting go.

In this way, when the plane crashes, she can fly with Fu Jiang without falling to her death.

However, Conan, who didn't know that Tomie could fly, didn't have this kind of concentration, and yelled to get off the plane.

It's late, take off!
Fu Jiang pulled up the collective control lever with his left hand, stepped on the pedal with his right foot, and pulled up the cyclic variable control lever with his right hand.

The helicopter climbed higher and higher crookedly.

"Look, it's not difficult at all." The corner of Fu Jiang's mouth rose.

Don't look at him like this, he was an experienced helicopter pilot in his previous life.

Press W, hold W to raise!

"You know how to drive?" Conan's eyes widened.

Fu Jiang claimed to drive blindly, but he didn't drive blindly. He pulled the collective control lever and stepped on the pedal with his right foot. From this set of actions, it seems that he came prepared.

"Well, although I haven't driven one, my sister is a good pilot of a helicopter and has taught me a lot."

Fu Jiang opened the corner of his mouth, "Relax, will I harm you?"

He really didn't expect that this set of movements from left to right could really start the helicopter.

Originally, he was going to try it casually, and if it didn't work, he would hand it over to Conan and Shirley.

But now it seems that with his innate talent, he can fly a helicopter well.

After rising to a sufficient height, Fu Jiang began to guess how to make the helicopter move forward.

Conan, who had just identified the direction, saw Fu Jiang stop moving, and asked in confusion: "Fu Jiang Gege, aren't you going forward?"

"How to move forward?" Fu Jiang asked smoothly.

"Of course it is to tilt the nose forward." Conan replied subconsciously, and then immediately realized something was wrong, "Didn't your sister teach you?"

Haibara tightened his grip on Tomie's sleeve, looking at Conan with pity.

She wondered if she should remind Conan.

Fu Jiang's sister, that exists like Schrödinger's cat.

If you don't ask him, it means you have a sister and you don't have a sister.

But if you ask, there is no sister at all!

Fu Jiang didn't answer Conan, but turned to look at Yuantai, "Squeeze forward."

"Oh." Yuan Tai scratched his head in confusion, and pushed his huge body to the front.

"Fujiang Gege, you don't want to use Yuantai's weight to cause the helicopter to lean forward?"

Conan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

What if the helicopter could tilt due to the weight of a child?
According to this calculation, when Yuan Tai was sitting in the back before, the helicopter should fall backwards.

"A long-winded brat is not attractive." Tomie glanced at Conan, and then asked Yuantai to return to the back seat.

Fu Jiang took a deep breath, raised his right foot slightly, and then chopped down.

Bang!
Lift it up again, chop it down again.

Bang!
At this moment, the fuselage tilted forward.

Perhaps, in Ke Xue's world, there is no Newton at all.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
"True Heavy Metal Music" resounded in the sky.

The Fujiangliu helicopter driving method has been successfully invented, and Mr. Niu said it was awesome after seeing it!
On the coast, several people who know how to fish are fishing with fishing rods, doing their best to reduce the food burden in the safe zone.

When the city loses its supplies, every food with a shelf life needs to be cherished.

However, for the hundreds of people in the safe zone, the efforts of a few people are actually just a drop in the bucket.

And more people are different from them. In the rapidly changing world, the skills they used to rely on are no longer needed, and they lose their position, and can only do nothing.

All of a sudden, the people sitting uneasily and curled up on the ground raised their heads one after another.

Steel Garcia also raised his steel head, red light flashed in his eye sockets.

In the sky, there was a rhythmic sound of steel knocking. Under the current apocalyptic background, it was like a down-and-out concert.

Dr. Ali took out a self-made monocular, "That seems to be a helicopter?"

"Helicopter?" People stood up one after another, "Could it be government rescue?"

"No." Steel Garcia destroyed the hope that had just risen with a cold mechanical voice.

But then, it pretended to be passionate and said:

"That's my 'creator', my boss, it is He who gave me the will to save you."

The heart that had just been splashed with cold water was burning hot again.

Although it was not supported by the government, it was the maker of this steel robot, a very powerful person!

For Steel Garcia, most of the survivors maintained an attitude of respect and fear.

They have thought many times, who is the person who can create this fully armed steel-bodied robot.

The creator of Iron Garcia, maybe, can save them, save the world.

(End of this chapter)