People are powerless when faced with natural disasters.

Especially in such harsh conditions as flying a small plane alone to Antarctica.

Jiang Chuan Shang was driving a small fighter plane. There was no resting place. His only living space was the cockpit, and the small plane was traveling at a speed of 1000 kilometers per hour.

When faced with large-scale thunderstorms, the communications of small fighter jets will be directly affected and interrupted, and all control buttons will fail.

With a loud bang, the plane made a loud noise under the friction of thunder, lightning, strong wind and extreme cold, and then exploded suddenly, blooming a gorgeous black firework in the sky.

If Jiang Chuan Shang had not escaped quickly, he would have been buried with the plane.

Those black fireworks can only be seen once in a person's life.

The scene around me has changed, and the wind blowing over makes me feel extremely comfortable.

The flashing sparks were still lingering in Jiangchuanshang's eyes, making him feel both thrilling and exciting.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling the warm skin under his hands, and gradually recovered.

With the help of the system, he finally came out of the door. The surroundings seemed to be a real environment, with people walking around, full of the atmosphere of life.

I don't know where the system has put him.

Jiang Chuan Shang put down his hand and looked around at everything while also looking at his own clothes.

At this moment, he was standing at the door of a cake shop. In the glass window next to him were various cake models that looked particularly fresh and delicious.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he entered the door, and his ID, wallet and PHS were still in his pockets.

Just at that moment, the PHS phone rang.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

Only the police, the school, and the zoo director know Jiang Chuanshang’s cell phone number, and the only ones who could call him so frequently are the police.

The police department is a familiar bureau that includes all the red team members, including Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mori, Conan Edogawa, and Inspector Nakamori.

These people all have the business cards he gave them, so they can naturally call him.

Looking at the familiar number displayed on the phone, Jiang Chuan Shang answered it.

"Moshi Moshi, I'm Detective Mori. Where are you now, Consultant Kawakami? There's a case coming up. Please come over as soon as possible."

While answering the phone, Egawakami felt someone approaching him. He did not lower his head and continued talking to Kogoro Mori.

"I see, Mr. Maori, I'm outside now and will need to wait a while before I can get over."

"Okay, but you still have to get there as soon as possible. Time waits for no one. If the prisoner escapes, you can't afford it."

Kogoro Mori threatened secretly. He had always been pessimistic about this vase consultant.

But since we have become a member, every reminder he gives is a good one. Even though his tone is a bit harsh, it is all out of kindness from his seniors!

Kogoro Mori held his head and his eyes wandered.

Jiang Chuan ignored his hidden warning and said in a gentle voice, "That's true. I'll hang up now."

Having said that, Jiang Chuan Shang hung up the phone.

Kogoro Mouri listened to the "beeping" sound in his ear and gritted his teeth.

When he noticed someone beside his legs, he lowered his head and looked at the little brat Edogawa Conan.

Edogawa Conan held the toy car and looked up at Mouri Kogoro with a chuckle.

"Uncle Maori, I'm playing with my car, woo--"

Maori Kogoro was so frightened that he almost jumped up, then he flew into a rage and punched Conan hard, "When did you appear here?!"

"It's wrong to eavesdrop on people's phone calls, little brat!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to start a quarrel again, Mao Lilan hurriedly stepped forward to stop them awkwardly.

"Dad, there are guests here, please pay attention to your appearance."

Conan quickly hid behind Mao Lilan, covering the big bump on his head and crying without tears.

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Jiang Chuan Shang put away the phone and looked down at his feet. There was someone next to him as well.

But that person obviously wouldn't eavesdrop on other people's phone calls. He was leaning against the glass, staring intently at the cakes in the window, his saliva almost flowing like a river.

As he watched, he rubbed his belly.

"I'm so hungry. I really want to have a full meal. For example, right now, it would be nice if I could have a cake. But how could they give me that? I'm just a useless person who can only cry..."

Jiang Chuan Shang just thought he was interesting and looked him up and down.

The young man squatting in front of the window drooling has short silver hair. The hair at his left ear is a little longer and messy as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

He was wearing old grey clothes, one piece on each side, which were very pale from being washed, but still clean. He must have taken good care of them.

Squatting there, he was small and thin, looking very frail, with his clothes just hanging on him.

The words he said were also very pitiful.

Jiang Chuan Shang found him interesting and interrupted him.

"What kind of cake would you like?"

"Hey?"

When the poor boy heard the voice, he looked up stupidly and saw a face so beautiful that it was hard to describe in words.

It was a face that was unforgettable, extremely beautiful, and the everyday words he knew were simply unable to describe its beauty.

I can only use brief words to describe the impression that came from the bottom of my heart at that moment.

He has long black hair that reaches his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes are deep and picturesque, his skin is cold white, and his thin lips are bright red. The two extreme colors are portrayed in a strong and impactful way.

It was so beautiful. Even from his death angle, it was still deadly beautiful.

The boy thought foolishly.

It was then that he noticed that he was using the male "he" to describe the person in front of him.

He quickly looked up and saw a prominent Adam's apple on the neck of the person in front of him.

A man is so handsome? So handsome that you almost forget his gender?

The young man was stunned again, his naivety became even more intense, even his purple-gold eyes were dull, as if he couldn't stand the shock of beauty.

This is really funny, just like a timid cat. And his bangs were cut diagonally in the middle, leaving a triangle shape, which made his hairstyle even uglier, as if it was bitten out.

I don't know who cut his hair.

Jiang Chuan Shang bent down slightly and continued to ask him impatiently, repeating the previous topic.

"You haven't answered me yet, which cake do you want to eat?"

The silver-haired boy came back to his senses in an instant. After hearing what he said, his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

"You mean...you want to treat me to cake?"

Jiang Chuan Shang nodded.

The boy was so frightened that his eyes almost disappeared. He quickly waved his hands to refuse, panicking, “No, no, no, no, no need… You don’t have to worry about me, I can do it myself, sir.”

As soon as he finished saying no, his stomach made a rumbling sound.

The sound is not loud, but it is particularly clear on the quiet street.

The air froze instantly, and even the boy's waving of his hands was frozen in place.

He pursed his lips in embarrassment, a blush appearing on his face.

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