The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Chitose Air Traffic Control Center, August 2007, 8

The controllers wearing headsets stared intently at the screen in front of them, checking the position with the pilot on the radio from time to time.

"All Nippon Airways, call XXX, approach frequency 125.12."

"... UFJ 6754, Chitose Control Center, received."

"Ichikawa-kun, respond to 9723, maintain a climb altitude of [-] feet—"

"high……"

"direction……"

Countless short and neat instructions were mixed together, and the tense and busy air filled the whole room.

It was just a busy and normal day at the area control center, and everything was business as usual.

Just when all the controllers thought so, an unfamiliar flight code, like a ghost, appeared on a certain screen without warning, and suddenly jumped into the controller's sight.

"This is...?" The controller froze for a second.

Thinking it was the dizziness caused by being too exhausted, the man closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, the strange flight number was still shining brightly on the tracking radar.

No, this is not an unfamiliar flight number...

The man stared at the abbreviated numbers on the radar like a ghost, his face as ugly as a zombie.

"S, SKF864."

The controller stared at the flight number, and after ten seconds, he took a slow, deep breath.

He tried his best to stay calm and stood up from the chair, and called the supervisor in charge: "Director Dazora! You must... come and see this."

The same scene is also being staged at the headquarters air traffic control center.

"What did you say? SKF864 is on the surveillance radar?!"

"This is impossible! It's ridiculous...!"

That was the SKF864 flight that had been missing for five years and was declared dead!

Today, they are prepared to see 'plane wreck news' on TV one day.

But this does not mean that they are willing to find it on the surveillance radar of millions of flight passengers!

Terrorist attacks?

Or 【】【】dispute?

For a while, various speculations emerged one after another, but no matter which one it was, it was not an answer that could calm people down.

"Satou-kun, contact the Chitose Control Center to find out the exact location of SKF864. I want to know more specific information, and notify everyone in the risk control team. Gather in the meeting room immediately!"

A series of emergency orders were issued layer by layer, and the control center was busy.

Everyone's hearts were raised in the air.

"SKF864..."

The person in charge of the headquarters looked solemnly at the flashing red dot on the radar.

Before heading to the meeting room, he finally stopped as if he had made up his mind, turned his head and said to his assistant,

"Wait for my signal, if necessary - contact the Eastern Air Defense."

The assistant was shocked when he heard this, and nodded stiffly.

Five years later, after the initial "lost contact", the headquarters and the regional control center once again collectively mobilized for SKF864.

Under such high pressure, the staff who endured the anxiety in their hearts even had an illusion for a time——

Once again, they returned to that hopeless day.

*****

"Dad, I can see the city now."

On the plane, Kudo Shinichi lay on the window and looked down.

As the plane descended slowly, the thick white clouds scattered everywhere, and the thin clouds were blown away by the airflow, like a city matchbox that had shrunk several times, and all the eyes that had longed for it were reflected.

"It's here—! It's Chitose!"

"We have reached Chitose!"

The passengers of the deceased clapped and shouted with joy and weeping.

They looked at each other excitedly, endured the excitement of jumping up from the seat, fastened their seat belts at the prompt of the stewardess, straightened the back of the seat, and got ready for landing.

Finally... finally able to go home!

Everyone's faces were filled with happiness, except for the black-haired novelist, Yusaku Kudo, who looked calm and serious.

——["Mr. Kudo, breaking out of the 'realm' is only the first step, if you want to truly land safely..."]

At that time, at the end of the plan, the red-haired girl stopped Yusaku Kudo deliberately, and said in a begging tone,

【"Although it's a bit abrupt, but if you are a well-known novelist, you must have your own contacts. There is one thing that needs to borrow your fame."】

Nakahara was also a little puzzled, but Yusaku Kudo quickly understood the meaning of Sanzi's words after a short period of stupefaction.

Everything is just like what the red-haired girl said, leaving the [realm] that traps them is only the first step, the real problem is landing.

——No official can readily accept an "unfamiliar" flight landing at the airport.

Not to mention, it was the plane that disappeared mysteriously five years ago.

What kind of obstacles they will encounter, you can guess with just a move of your finger.

【"The worst case is to be killed early."】

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

【"Mr. Zhongyuan's identity as a police school student should not be exposed, so there is no way to rely on positive channels. We can only find another way."】

The red-haired girl held her chin with her fingers and said analytically.

The third son didn't notice that when referring to "police school students", the expression of a certain Central Plains youth who was a quasi-cadre of the mafia on active duty became a bit complicated.

The ochre-haired boy opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but gave up again.

The power of Hong Kong and black...

No, they are not suitable to enter the field of vision of the government and the public on such a large scale, not to mention, the leader will definitely not agree.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought coldly.

Even though everything is perfectly in line with "common sense", for some reason, he feels a little depressed in his heart.

【"...This is the rule of the world that we can't interfere with, so, Mr. Kudo, I can only leave this matter to you."】

The red-haired girl from hell stared at the well-known novelist and said word by word.

Time goes back to the present.

When all the passengers were immersed in joy, Kudo Shin noticed,

His father pulled a credit card out of his pocket and dialed the personal number of Yukiko Kudo, who was filming in Hawaii.

"Hey, Yukiko, it's me. I'm on the plane, yes, Shinichi is by my side, we're fine."

"I need your help with something. I remember you said that the guy from Tokyo XX TV owes you a favor..."

……

…………

Huh, this is really, there are enough messy plans.

Yusaku Kudo hung up the phone with his wife's willing consent.

The novelist was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at the youngest son beside him.

"New One."

"What?" the dark-haired boy asked absently.

At this moment, this little detective, who is as curious as a cat, is researching a series of weird phenomena on the plane.

He firmly believes that there is no supernatural in the world, and all seemingly mysterious cases must hide the truth of science!

"Xinyi, this summer vacation in Hawaii, my mother and I arranged a whole set of pilot courses for you."

"Before you become a detective, learn to fly an airplane."

Kudo Shin's little friend: "Oh...ah?!"

****

At the same time, Chitose Air Control Center

"JAR9723, JAR9723, Chitose control center call—!"

The controller pressed the headset with a livid face and kept calling the radio.

Before figuring out the true identity of SKF864, they encountered a more difficult crisis.

SKF864 came out suddenly, which means that in the entire control line, it is the only one that has no planned channel!

If it is allowed to fly freely, no one knows whether there will be a tragedy of two planes colliding.

As if even the heavens heard the hearts of everyone, everyone in the Chitose control center soon found out in despair that their worries had indeed come true!

"JAR9723, if you receive it, there is another aircraft in your direction at three o'clock! Five miles away from you, at the same altitude!"

The controller yelled, but there was no sound on the radio.

They couldn't contact SKF864, and JAR9723 didn't respond.

"Let it turn around! Immediately, turn to the nine o'clock direction!" Team Leader Dakong said in a deep voice.

Unfortunately, the controller who called 9723 still did not get any response.

And in just a few minutes, SKF864 has dropped 5000 meters and rushed straight towards the southwest.

"My God! Can any of you contact JAR9723!"

"JAR9723, turn around, nine o'clock direction!"

"...it's right over you! I tell you right now, JAR9723, it's right over you!"

The controller kept calling for help, but from the beginning to the end, there was no answer on the radio.

What to do, what to do...

The pupils of the controller staring at the radar trembled in fear.

Faced with all this, there was nothing they could do but keep calling on the radio.

Five miles, three miles, zero distance!

In an instant, the entire control center fell silent.

Everyone could only watch as the two flight marks on the radar got closer and closer until they completely overlapped.

"..."

"..."

"...JAR9723, are you still there?"

In the suffocating silence, the controller asked.

His answer was still hopeless silence.

"..."

No one spoke anymore, and the air was terribly heavy.

Just when they had to accept this terrible reality, a "sizzling" interference sound suddenly sounded on the public radio.

Then, a series of short reports came out intermittently from inside.

"...Received, Chitose, we are fine, JAR9723 has been received."

"We saw SKF864, it just went around from our side."

……

"Damn, it's fine!"

In the silence, one of the controllers suddenly yelled and cursed, and held his forehead as if crying or laughing.

Everyone let out a long breath, and the frozen air in the office flowed again.

"Oda-kun."

In an atmosphere of false alarm, Tsubasa Ozora, the leader of Chitose Control Center, looked at SKF864 on the radar, and said in a low tone,

"Contact the headquarters and ask Chitose Airport to suspend all flights and transfers."

"?!But……?"

"Go! Do it!"

"Also, find a way to contact SKF864 and help it land."

****

"Never let it land!"

In the conference room, the senior executives slapped the table, blushed and shouted loudly,

"Now no one can determine what is in SKF864! What if it is a virus! What's more, it was premeditated together...!!"

The high-level words were not complete, but everyone present knew what the omitted parts meant.

"What about the air defense, what's their response?" another person said.

His voice was colder than the ice in Antarctica. Obviously, behind this sentence was the idea of ​​"I would rather...not let it go".

The liaison officer shook his head: "Not yet, they said they need an order from the leader."

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and tense.

Everyone's face is full of intentions and emotions that must never be known by the public.

The person in charge of the control center at the headquarters glanced around the crowd, and just as he was about to speak, the assistant suddenly pushed the door open, and hurriedly ran to him with a pale face.

"What's the matter?" The person in charge frowned.

The assistant bent down and whispered in the ear of the person in charge.

"What did you say?!" The man who heard the news stood up abruptly.

His eyes widened in horror, and he stared at the assistant in disbelief, as if to confirm that the other party was not joking.

However, the answer to the person in charge was the assistant's nod without a doubt.

"..."

The person in charge was silent for a while, and slowly, slowly, leaned on the edge of the table and sat down on the chair.

His abnormal performance attracted everyone's attention.

The people in the conference room stopped arguing and looked over at the same time.

Facing everyone's suspicious eyes, the person in charge of the air control center at the headquarters twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a wry smile on his shriveled face.

"Everyone, it's not up to us to let SKF864 land now."

"——The media has already blown the pot, and the whole country knows it, including the relatives of the passengers on SKF864."