The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The screams came from the rear direction of the economy class.

If someone looks down at the entire cabin from a bystander at this time, he will find that the woman's exclamation is like the starting gun before the start. The moment it rang, everyone in the plane was awakened and made up their minds. The appropriate response.

"what happened?"

"dead?"

"Hey, what is this plane doing..."

The strange sense of isolation in the cabin disappeared, and there seemed to be a figure lying on the floor near the rear half of the plane, surrounded by a circle of people with different expressions.

One of the women was sitting slumped next to the corpse, her face was pale, and it seemed that she was the one who screamed at the beginning.

In the hands of her and the corpse, an overturned water glass fell.

Quite a few passengers in front wanted to stand up and ask curiously, but they were temporarily appeased by the crew members who rushed over.

"Don't worry, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Yes, no accidents."

The chief purser maintained a well-trained smile on her face and explained to the panicked passengers around her, but judging from her suddenly constricted pupils and unconsciously trembling fingers, it was obviously not as simple as "a little misunderstanding".

The curtain that separates the economy class from the first class quickly opened and closed. With a momentary gap, the red-haired girl clearly saw that the two male flight attendants seemed to pick up something and put it back on the seat.

At the same time, a black-haired man with glasses and a beard walked up to the flight attendant and said something, and there seemed to be a boy with an interested face beside him.

【—So including them, a total of three humans entered by mistake? 】

The third son blinked, and turned his gaze back to the face of the red-haired boy beside him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes: "What are you doing?"

"there--"

The red-haired girl pointed to the direction of the commotion behind, and asked curiously, "Mr. Zhongyuan, don't you want to go and have a look? It seems that something unexpected happened over there."

ha?why would he...

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows inexplicably, and when he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned cold, and he reacted.

I almost forgot, he is still a "police cadet" now!

"Thank you for reminding me."

Zhongyuan, a police student, Zhongya bit the bullet, stood up pretending to be calm, and walked towards the rear cabin.

Hey hey, he just wanted to take a normal flight and try out girls. Why did the style of painting suddenly change to a murder detective film in the middle of the air?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt powerless and thought.

Anyway, he was used to the mafia who saw dead bodies, so he didn't need to confirm the situation on the spot. Just the smell that radiated from the air, and the red-haired boy roughly guessed that there must be a murder in the rear.

This is a premonition that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but for the mafia who deal with danger all day long, it is as simple as breathing.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a few steps, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl behind him strangely,

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey." The red-haired girl who was discovered smiled brightly while holding the draft book.

"It's a rare material. As an excellent manga practitioner, how can I lose such a good opportunity."

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhongyuan! I won't disturb you, please let me be your assistant!"

The red-haired girl blinked her emerald green pupils, skillfully showing a pair of signature dog eyes, and looked at Nakahara Chuya with watery eyes.

In the Central Plains, the illusion of a girl with dog ears on her head and a fluffy tail behind her is flicking and begging.

This guy... said that there was an accident, in fact, he just wanted to use his "identity as a police student" to collect information openly!

The Central Plains boy who is obviously a mafia but wants to play the policeman, maybe still has reasoning, feels suffocated.

He frowned exquisitely and beautifully, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, he met the girl's coquettish dog eyes.

"..."

Nakahara Chuya, 17 years old, is at the age of having a wonderful filter for dogs.

My favorite drama is "Boys and Puppies". I even said that if there is a shivering puppy in front of me, I will definitely take care of it for the rest of my life, feed it steak every day, and buy it anything I want.

So now, the third son looked pitiful and said, "Please, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

The words of refusal came to his lips, but after a while, they were swallowed back by the red-haired boy.

"...Forget it, you can keep up by yourself."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his forehead and sighed with a gloomy expression.

"Great!"

The red-haired girl hugged the draft book, smiled and cheered.

The performance of the two out of tune with the surrounding quickly attracted the attention of the chief purser.After Zhongyuan Zhong also revealed his identity as a police student, they were quickly invited to the scene of the crime and met with a father and son who were looking for clues.

"Police cadet?"

The young man wearing glasses looked at Nakahara Chuya in surprise. There was a hint of sharpness hidden in his gentle eyes, as if he could see through all the truth behind the cover.

Nakahara put his hands in his trouser pockets, and calmly met the man's probing eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, and the young man with the mustache took the opportunity to put away the clearness in his eyes, smiled and nodded,

"Hello Nakahara-kun, I'm Yusaku Kudo, a detective novelist."

"detective?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhong Yuanzhong's eyes, and he quickly sensed the meaning of the other party's words: "Hello, thank you for your hard work."

Just when a mafia and a detective novelist came to an agreement, a certain red-haired girl with a draft pad was already squatting next to the place where the corpse fell, waving a pencil.

"What are you drawing, big sister?"

A black-haired boy approached Sanzi and asked curiously.

This boy is Kudo Shinichi, the only son of Kudo Yusaku, a kid who likes to reason and play cool.

I don't know if it is because of the cub's natural talent of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Compared with Nakahara Chuya, who claims to be a police student, the stinky black-haired boy seems to be more interested in the identity of the third son.

Intuition told Xiao Xinyi that the outstanding red-haired girl in front of him was hiding a terrible secret.

Not dangerous, but definitely fun.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Taking advantage of his father's conversation with the suspicious police cadet, Kudo Shinichi skilfully slipped away from Kudo Yusaku, ran to the side of the red-haired girl, and looked at the drawing with his cute big eyes.

"I'm drawing the life of the dead."

The third son didn't mean to shy away from it, but instead generously handed the drawing book to the boy's eyes and shook it.

life?

Kudo Xiaoxin looked puzzled. He looked back at the corpse on the seat, whose face was covered with a coat, and then looked down at the drawing in front of him——

The above content is just like Sanzi said, it is a few different nodes in a man's life.

The red-haired girl's brushstrokes are very concise, and with just a few strokes, she neatly outlines the behavior of men in different situations. At a glance, there are scenes of bullying neighbors in childhood, and secretly hiding the eraser at the same table in elementary school.

On the second page, when the other party is working, behind his wife and other women——

"Ah, this is not acceptable, minors are prohibited!"

A hand stretched out from the side, and with a snap, the book was closed.

"Eh? Wait a minute—big sister, do you know the victim?"

The black-haired boy grabbed Sanzi's sleeve, trying to grab the sketchbook in the girl's hand.

"I don't know."

The third son shook his head and lifted the notebook above his head.

"You're lying, you just drew the face of the victim, and he and a strange woman..."

As soon as Kudo Shinichi said that, he jumped up and tried to reach the evidence.

Probably thinking of the last picture above, the boy's face was a little red.

"Hey! Can't get it!"

The third son put one hand on his hip, and even stood on tiptoe to lift the drawing higher, without feeling guilty of bullying the children.

"I've said it's forbidden for minors, so I can't show it to you."

"What, aren't you a minor yourself!" the black-haired boy yelled in disbelief.

"Porphyrin, wrong answer!"

The red-haired girl looked down at Xiaodouding condescendingly, and said triumphantly, "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually five hundred years old."

"I think you are five years old."

A deep and magnetic voice came from behind Sanzi. Just as the red-haired girl was about to turn her head, her hand felt empty, and the drawing book she was holding was gently pulled away.

"Ah, Teacher Zhongyuan."

"May I take a look?" the red-haired boy asked while pinching the drawing book with one hand.

Although he is a young man, due to the difference between men and women, Nakahara Chuya's palm is a circle bigger than the third son.

The red-haired girl needed two hands to grasp the sketch book, but was easily carried by the young man with one hand.The knuckles rested on the white cover, making the fingers in black gloves appear more powerful and slender.

this person?

Kudo Shin took a look at the red-haired boy, stopped jumping, and folded his arms around his chest as if watching a show, waiting for the third son to cheat her own companion on the grounds that "minors are prohibited".

Unexpectedly, the red-haired girl glanced at Nakahara Chuya, and agreed without thinking.

"Oh, yes, if it's Mr. Zhongyuan."

Kudo Shin's little friend was dissatisfied: "Hey! He is also underage!"

The third son was confident: "What are you talking about, kid, Mr. Zhongyuan is a police reserve, and the people's servants are not underage!"

Black-haired boy with half-moon eyes: The public servant of the people will cry for you.

During the quarrel between the third son and the little friend Kudo, the red-haired boy flipped through it, skipped the part of "PortMaria's Debut", and stopped on the page sketched by the red-haired girl not long ago.

Kudo Yusaku on the side also looked over.

After all, his son's voice was quite loud, and the detective novelist felt that there might be some useful clues in the picture book.

This case is very strange. The deceased was named Oda Hideaki, 32 years old. Judging from the smell of almonds left in his mouth, he should have died of cyanide poisoning.

As for the place where the poison was poisoned, it should be the overturned paper cup on the ground.

This is a disposable paper cup uniformly provided by SKF Airlines for passengers. It is usually stored under the armrest of each seat for easy access by passengers.

Kudo Yusaku looked at the stacked paper cups for a while, then turned his eyes away.

After investigation, it was found that the deceased Hideaki Oda was a member of the tour group on the plane.

According to the tour guide, the man is from Yokohama, and he signed up for a three-day tour for couples in Hakodate a month ago.But when he set off, he was the only one who came, and he was taciturn along the way, and he didn't seem to know anyone in the group.

During the inquiry, the statements of the rest of the group also confirmed this point.

In addition, they also found a bottle of medicine among Oda Hideaki's belongings.

It has a vitamin label on the outside, but when it is actually opened, there is a strong smell of almonds.

"Sure enough, Mr. Oda committed suicide, right?"

The tour guide Sato said suspiciously.

The evidence is that when he was leaving three days ago, he accidentally heard a man talking on the phone with someone when he passed the bathroom.

"'Forgive me...I don't want to...have nowhere to go'——Mr. Oda said this to the person on the phone. I didn't hear the specific content clearly because of the distance."

As the tour guide Sato said, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, "Maybe Mr. Oda is talking to his wife?"

But unfortunately, Yusaku Kudo and the crew did not find Hideaki Oda's mobile phone on him, but accidentally found a reservation card for a 4S car point in the man's wallet.

On the white card, there is also the date of inspection of the car, which happens to be ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow.

Would a man who was about to commit suicide keep the appointment card of a 4S store in his wallet?

And there is so much time for the three-day trip to Hakodate, why choose to kill yourself on the plane back to Yokohama?

Obviously, this is a murder.

But it was a murder with no motive and no suspects.

There are still too few clues.

The famous mystery novelist frowned.

Detectives are not omnipotent.

Except for Sherlock Holmes described by Conan Doyle, who can see the hidden truth at a glance, most detectives rely on the information provided by the police and forensic doctors.

Most of the murders in the world cannot be separated from the two words of love and profit. Therefore, the criminals can almost be locked among the relatives and friends of the victim.

Starting with the victim's background and social network, it is often possible to obtain first-hand powerful information.

This is why, many detectives cannot do without the police force.

They need to use the investigative authority of the police to decipher the truth based on the collected information.

But the victim of this case was a stranger who didn't know anyone, and the place where the crime happened was in the Iron Bird Chamber [-] feet above the ground.

No motive, no suspects, no police.