When Edogawa Conan returned to the waiting room with a drink, Furukawa Kumisa and Amuro Toru were sitting at both ends of the coffee table, each leaning on the sofa and fiddling with the computers in their hands.

From this angle, he couldn't see clearly what Furukawa Kumisa opposite was looking at, but from a distance he saw what appeared to be an exterior view of a winery on Toru Amuro's laptop screen, and he could see a large area of ​​grapevines.

Is this the winery that Toru Amuro mentioned last night as their destination?

Edogawa Conan stepped forward and handed the drink in his hand to Toru Amuro: "Brother Amuro, sugar-free coffee."

Furukawa Kumisa opposite looked up and couldn't figure out why this man left the freshly brewed coffee in the waiting room instead of drinking it and went all the way to buy canned coffee.

"Thank you Conan-kun."

Toru Amuro had already taken the coffee and thanked Conan.

Furukawa Kumisa looked behind Edogawa Conan: "Where are the doctor and the little sister Haibara?"

Conan showed a helpless smile: "The doctor said he was not full for lunch and wanted to buy something to eat. Haiyuan went to supervise him."

"Supervision?"

"Haiyuan has always prohibited doctors from eating high-calorie foods."

...Okay, this is very Huihara Ai.

Originally, she wanted to find out the reason why she chose to come out with them this time - after all, in her memory, Haiyuan was the kind of person who wanted to hide in the doctor's house 25 hours a day, fearing that any member of the organization would see her when she shrunk.

, implicating the cautious character of those around you.

Although they would not know that they and Toru Amuro were members of the organization, according to her character, she would never join in the fun.

Well, but that’s not important.

Furukawa Kumisa's eyes fell back to the screen.

Just then the cute Edogawa Conan raised his face, looked at her like a curious baby, and talked to her: "What are you looking at, Furukawa-san?"

"Pilot Operating Handbook."

"Oh, flying... "Pilot Operations Manual"??"

The eyes behind Edogawa Conan's lenses couldn't help but be surprised, and he almost thought he had heard wrong.

"What are you looking at that for?" Even Toru Amuro raised his head and looked at Furukawa Kumisa.

Furukawa Kumisa was very tired, but she couldn't show it. She could only pretend to sigh deeply: "Let's just... take it as a nip in the bud."

"...?"

Toru Amuro: ...Is the undercover agent who has two jobs already so free? Among all the undercover agents in the world, he is the only one working on the case, right?

Furukawa Kumisa opposite seemed to suddenly think of something, he raised his head and asked: "By the way, Amuro-kun, what is the aircraft model of our flight?"

"……Aircraft Type?"

A question mark almost appeared above Toru Amuro's head: Who asked about the flight? They asked about the model of the aircraft, didn't they ask about the flight number?

Over there, Furukawa Kumisa has already checked it out himself: "Oh, I found it, Airbus A321."

She entered the model number of the airliner into the search bar.

Edogawa Conan across from me tilted his head and looked at her: "Why does Sister Furukawa ask this?"

“Learn about the survival probability of Airbus series crashes in the history of civil aviation.”

…

Edogawa Conan and Amuro Toru looked at each other, and both saw the bright ellipses in each other's eyes.

Furukawa Kumisa opposite them ignored them. He had already taken out his headphones from his backpack and put them on to watch the video.

Toru Amuro had an ominous premonition in his heart: "...What are you looking at again?"

Furukawa Kumisa calmly raised his head: "The "Catastrophe in the Sky" documentary."

Then she took off one of the earphones and handed it to Toru Amuro: "Want to join us?"

…………

Toru Amuro suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and politely declined Furukawa Kumisa's invitation: "...No, you can see for yourself."

He has seen some people go shopping before getting on the plane, some people make arrangements for their itinerary before getting on the plane... but he has never seen anyone cramming into studying airplanes and plane crashes before getting on the plane.

Toru Amuro tried to analyze Furukawa Kumisa's behavior from a scientific perspective, combined with the fact that she asked herself "Can I fly a plane" when they first met, and finally came to the conclusion——

Is this guy Natafi still a person with persecution delusions?

His thoughts wandered for a while.

If this is the case, then this person will not be easy to deal with - as we all know, people like her are the most wary of their surroundings, and may even be suspicious of illness to the point of being neurotic.

Toru Amuro rubbed his forehead, which started to throb again, and silently took a sip of coffee.

Suddenly, Furukawa Kumisa's cell phone vibrated on the table, and a text message popped out.

Toru Amuro glanced briefly, there was no remark, only a lonely string of numbers - this is probably the professional quality that every worker engaged in confidentiality should have, and never reveal any information from the name in the remark.

But if he admits correctly, this mobile phone is Furukawa Kumisa's daily mobile phone, which means that most of the people who know her mobile phone number are people who have nothing to do with the organization.

Do even everyday mobile phones need to be made like this?

Of course Furukawa Kumisa didn't know Toru Amuro's complicated thoughts. She picked up the phone and took a look at it, and recognized the number of Matsuda Jinpei.

The text message only has one sentence: "Do you want to take a vacation?"

Furukawa Kumisa thought for a while and then sent a text message back: "Well, let's go to Hokkaido for a few days."

After replying to the text message, the announcement of boarding a flight rang out from the broadcast in the lounge. Furukawa Kumisa immediately turned off his cell phone, stopped receiving any text messages or phone calls, and hid in peace.

The first-class lounge has a dedicated boarding channel - Toru Amuro didn't have any intention of saving expenses for the organization, so he generously booked a first-class ticket for himself.

They packed up their seats, picked up their luggage, and just as the doctor and Haibara Ai had returned, they walked towards the boarding aisle.

There was also a noisy couple boarding the plane in the same lounge as them - mainly the drunk man was making the noise.

The face of the nearly fifty-year-old man was flushed with the color of an alcoholic, and his body was filled with the smell of alcohol as if he had just been fished out of a wine vat.

He was carried with difficulty to the boarding gate by his wife. The petite woman was almost overwhelmed by this pot-bellied figure.

"Yangsuke, Yangsuke...you walk well..."

"One more drink...!"

The two entangled figures stumbled forward. The road ahead was wide enough, and there was no possibility of any intersection between these two people and their group.

But they saw this drunkard named "Yosuke" tilt his body and knock down Edogawa Conan who was passing by them.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." The drunkard was the one who cried out in pain first.

After crying out in pain, he saw clearly the person he hit, and actually grabbed Edogawa Conan who had fallen to the ground and pulled him up by his collar.

"Kid! Can you walk?"

Furukawa Kumisa: ...If you bump into the God of Death and don't apologize, you're still arrogant and unreasonable, and you're probably going to die.

"Well, sir, don't be so angry..."

Toru Amuro, who was on the side, took a step forward, smiled and smoothed things over, stretched out his hand to gently hold the drunkard's wrist, but he didn't see how hard he was, but the drunkard let out an "ouch" in pain, and let go of Edogawa in his hand.

Conan.

The drunkard's wrist hurt from being pinched, and he turned around to attack Toru Amuro.

A young man trotted up from a distance, and together with the lady, he stopped the drunkard and apologized to them.

"Sorry, sorry, our president is like this... He, he is a little airsick, and he is used to drinking some wine before getting on the plane..."

Furukawa Kumisa: Oh, you are still the president, you are definitely gone.

The young man who looked like the president's secretary kept bowing and apologizing to them, and the president's wife also knelt down and smiled apologetically at Edogawa Conan.

"I'm sorry, little brother...it didn't hurt from the fall, did it?"

Edogawa Conan shook his head sensibly: "Thank you, auntie, I'm fine."

Furukawa Kumisa: ...Of course the God of Death is fine, but your husband is about to be in trouble.

Now that someone has come to smooth things over and sincerely apologized, this farce has been resolved.

Furukawa Kumisa watched his secretary and his wife help the president up and stumble into the boarding passage. Toru Amuro, who was next to him, noticed her unusual gaze and asked her in a lowered voice.

"What are Furukawa-san looking at?"

——If he saw it correctly, Natafi’s look was no different from looking at a dead person.

After all, he was an organized person, and he absolutely believed that Furukawa Kumisa had the attribute of "taking care of human life".

Furukawa Kumisa sighed: "I'm watching him off."

...walking the last leg of his life.

Toru Amuro: ...He heard correctly that she used the word "watching off", right? So is she really the kind of stingy character who would kill someone who is traveling with her if she gets bumped?

When Toru Amuro looked at Furukawa Kumisa, his eyes were a little wary, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly commit murder.

After all, in Toru Amuro's eyes, Furukawa Kumisa is already a "neurotic murderer with persecution paranoia."
To be continued...