The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and seventy-three [the plane is out of fuel] (〃?〃)

The last flag was not finished, Captain Shimaoka's mouth seemed to be covered.

Ireland: "..." Well done.

He has never believed in metaphysics, but at this time, when he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, he wanted to believe in everything.

Jiang Xia was refreshed and sat up straight: "What's wrong? Someone sneaked up on you?"

"Ahem, no, I'm fine." Captain Shimaoka struggled to break away the hand of the director of control, and talked about the business, "Tell me the specific situation of the plane, and I will teach you how to operate it next."

Jiang Xia leaned back on his seat again: "Oh, I understand."

He conveyed the situation of the plane to the captain in detail, and adjusted the rudder as he said. Without the automatic driving system, there are more steps to operate, but fortunately, it is not difficult for Jiang Xia.

It didn't take long for the plane to temporarily stabilize.

Captain Shimaoka: "What is the current altitude and speed?"

"Altitude 3000 feet, speed 200 knots."

Captain Shimaoka was relieved: "Adjust the wings to five and change to level flight. Adjust the nose to a direction of 180 degrees and ascend to 4,500 feet. Just hover over the sky and wait for the autopilot system to restart. We We will take advantage of this time to expeditiously clear the runway, and after the autopilot system resumes, you can try your second landing."

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Jiang Xia plans ahead: "What if you can't recover?"

"Impossible, it will definitely recover!" Captain Shimaoka tried to break the crow's mouth on the plane with firm confidence, "Don't be nervous, according to my technology, even if the autopilot system is not used, it will be possible to remotely Teach you how to do it manually."

Captain Shimaoka said this with a guilty conscience: in this kind of weather and with this kind of difficulty, let a novice passenger operate, he always felt that he had already foreseen the tragic future of the crash.

Now, we can only pray with all our strength for the smooth recovery of the automatic driving system.

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Jiang Xia adjusted various instruments to make the plane hover stably in the air.

Matsuda Jinpei was still trying to suppress his murderous aura. But smoking is a hobby, and machinery is also a hobby. When you squeeze it, it can't help but float to the driver's seat again, touch it here and there, it looks very itchy.

Jiang Xia grabbed the ghost by the collar, pulled the ghost that was floating around blocking his view, and communicated along the tattoos: "If you want to fly a plane, we will trick the organization's helicopter to do it in the future. Forget it—you're not on the passenger list at all, and you haven't passed the security check. As long as you come out, you will be targeted. Do you want me to change to Xinwuzuo? I haven't found any other suitable adult male ghosts yet, you I have to stay longer. And..."

Jiang Xia patted Noah who was on his lap at some point. A ripple appeared on the surface of the jelly-like ball.

Usually, Noah doesn't often come out of the print space, because it has no feet, and its hands are very short. It is a transparent ball, and it takes more effort to move than other ghosts. So rather than floating outside, Noah prefers to nest in the tattoo space and rub his virtual world.

But now, it's time to let it out.

Noah's little short hand patted himself on the chest: "Don't worry, Mr. Matsuda, I can take over the plane at any time, please trust my piloting skills."

Matsuda Jinping: "..."

The industrious ghost failed to get past the AI, so he had to float aside silently, continuing to work hard to gather his murderous aura.

Jiang Xia followed the prints and quietly told Noah: "When you repair the loopholes on the plane, remember to cover up the instrument panel and don't let it show too objective a situation."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at Ireland.

At this time, Ireland seemed to be a big cloud of smoke, and almost the entire cab was filled with his murderous aura.

Jiang Xia sent all the ghosts except Noah to gather murderous aura, but he was still almost overwhelmed - even Qin Jiu had never sprayed such a murderous aura. After all, Gin just has a bad temper and rarely faces danger to his life. However, Ireland now has new and old hatreds and death threats, and it has simply become a murderous fountain, which is inexhaustible.

Jiang Xia counted the excess production, and suspected that when he got off the plane, the murderous smell of smoke would even exceed the stock of gin.

After watching for a long time, Ireland noticed his sight.

Jiang Xia didn't look away, looking upright. He also casually asked: "Are you okay, why are you still sitting on the ground?"

Ireland gritted her teeth and endured the pain: "...it's okay."

The thunderbolt hit the building just now, and the plane was engulfed by the air current. In an extremely violent turbulence, Ireland unfortunately hit his shoulder again - the same side that was injured before.

There were a lot of people in the cab before, and Ireland was worried that people walking around would hit him, so he let the injured shoulder face the inner wall.

Unexpectedly, the plane shook and threw him up. This position just made his shoulder hit the wall hard. The heart-piercing pain at that moment made Ireland think for a moment that he had come to hell.

Ireland: "..." This is probably Wu Zuo's calculation. Did he figure out his psychology of protecting the wound in advance?

When the plane takes off and lands in a thunderstorm, it may be struck by lightning. What's more, when the airport was cleared just now, they were the only plane flying through the thunderstorm, like the only big tree in an open field, the most likely to cause thunder.

Thinking of Wu Zuo and his never-ending tricks, hatred and anger forced Ireland to get up from the ground.

——As long as there is still one breath left, he will never give up sending Wu Zuo to hell!

Ireland did not rest. He endured the pain and checked the situation of the plane, but found that the safety of the autopilot system showed no signs of repair.

"That bastard..." Thinking of the recording in the cab, Ireland dryly made amends, "If she hadn't poisoned and murdered people, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

Jiang Xia: "..." Don't think I can't hear you scolding Wu Zuo. Things have developed to the present, and even the lightning strike has been involved. Don't you have any responsibility for your bad luck?

Wu Zuo is the most innocent. The whole thing is not because you are always targeting the gin, rounding up is targeting the handle of the gin "Kudo Shinichi ~IndoMTL.com~ so it is bad luck.

Jiang Xia silently carried the pot on his back, while thinking about how to cover the pot back one by one if Ireland had a bad luck, so that this unlucky ghost could face the reality bravely.

At this moment, Ireland's complexion suddenly changed, ten times uglier than before.

Hashimoto Maya was a little scared: "...what's wrong?"

Ireland gritted its teeth: "The fuel is gone."

Maya Hashimoto was stunned, and blurted out: "Impossible! It was clearly enough before!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly looked at the fuel gauge, and the amount of remaining fuel displayed on it gave him a buzz in his head—the amount of fuel that should have been abundant was only enough to support the plane for another ten minutes, and the amount of remaining fuel, It was still falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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