"In other words, is this kind of aircraft a little bigger for domestic flights?" Mitsuhiko looked at the manual in his hand and asked this question. "Isn't it a bit wasteful that this plane can fly from Hokkaido to Okinawa and back twice on such a short flight?"

"But the plane is full," Chiba shrugged. "First of all, regional planes are not suitable for this kind of popular routes, and secondly, there should be no suitable regional small aircraft in China - the Fokker 70 we took before may be counted as one, but I am afraid that it will take a few years to enter the country."

"Don't we have a domestic manufacturer of such aircraft?" Mitsuhiko asked again.

"Wait a minute, I remember when we took the Fokker 70 to Osaka before, the Japanese engineers on the plane before must have given us their analysis reports when we were chatting with us, right?" Chiba suddenly realized that Mitsuhiko should theoretically know this. "Didn't you see it?"

"The manual?" Mitsuhiko recalled, and then said. "I just read a few pages of illustrations, and there were a lot of words, so I didn't look at them very closely."

"Okay, okay," Chiba sighed. "Originally, the YS-11 turboprop airliner was indeed developed in China, but like I said, this is a turboprop airliner, so it has become an antique that has been eliminated by jet airliners before it is put into production...... In addition, the designers who designed this aircraft used to design fighter jets, so this aircraft seemed to be very uncomfortable to sit on, so the reputation was not good, and in the end it failed to fill the domestic regional market. After all, our Shinkansen or something is also unfolding, so there has been no demand for regional airliners. ”

At this moment, a voice of concern suddenly came from front of them.

"Miss Tree?" It was the concerned voice of a young girl, who seemed to be an acquaintance with Mushu.

"Ahh "Hurt ......"

"Where does it hurt?" The girl asked again.

"On the nose," Mushuli frowned. "It can't be a problem with your makeup, right?"

"How is that possible," the girl pouted. "It's all the cosmetics you've been using, could it be that you had an allergy from the barbecue last night?"

"Allergies," Mu Shuli immediately frowned - for this kind of celebrity who wants to show his face, this matter is quite fatal. If that's the case, that's a problem. "Really...... If that's the case, you'll have to deal with it when you go back, and although the show is over, it's not a big trouble if you're usually photographed by the paparazzi. ”

Just as Chiba was looking ahead with interest, the sound of a conversation between Mitsuhiko beside him and the attendant pushing the cart suddenly came to his ears.

"I want a little dessert!" Mitsuhiko said.

"Ahh "We'll start serving desserts after the plane takes off later, so please wait a moment."

"But aren't you just desserts?" Mitsuhiko next to him pointed to the desserts on the dining car and asked.

"This—" The flight attendant looked at the two small portions of dessert and coffee in his dining car, and hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Don't make a fuss," Conan realized what was going on with just a glance. "These should be for the two captains, and the things for us will be ready later."

The flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Motota and Mitsuhiko with a look of understanding.

"That's right," Mitsuhiko nodded thoughtfully. "Then remember to tell me when dessert is served, I want to eat it!"

"Don't worry," the flight attendant hurriedly agreed. "I'll be sure to tell you when it's supplied later!"

"Dessert," Qian Yu raised an eyebrow. "Dessert on the plane...... I must admit that I didn't do it. ”

[You haven't ever done first class? Ash Yuan, who was sitting next to him, sent him such a text message.

[How could it have been done...... At most, it is business class, first class is too ostentatious, or business class, which has a certain amount of personal space and is not so ostentatious. Then again, have you ever flown in first class? 】

[Is there anything strange?] This kind of place has always been quieter, and there is a lot of space between the seats, so that it will not be touched by those old men, and it will be quiet. 】

"......" Qian Yu suddenly turned around, and then touched Gray Plains with a somewhat childish smile. ~”

"Poof-" Gray Yuan was amused by Chiha, and smiled and nodded Chiha's forehead.

At this moment, the plane suddenly encountered a turbulent current and flew down with the plane. After a few moments, the plane stopped descending and began to slowly ascend.

"Pilots are tired of dealing with this kind of turbulence all the time?" Ayumi said suddenly. "Wouldn't it be annoying to have to adjust the flight altitude by yourself every time, and if there is a lot of turbulence?"

"There's an autopilot system," said Qianyu. "It's a small thing like this, and the autonomous driving system can do it—"

At this moment, Qian Yu suddenly stopped, and then remained motionless with a somewhat subtle expression.

“？” Gray Yuan Wai realized that Qian Yu was wrong for the first time, and looked at Qian Yu with some suspicious eyes, and at this time, a trace of confusion appeared on Qian Yu's face. "What's wrong?" Gray Yuan asked.

"I—I don't know," Qian Yu shook her head with a look of dismay. "Maybe it's just me—"

Just as Qian Yu said this, the plane suddenly trembled, and a loud sound came from the rear of the plane.

“！？” Everyone looked behind them, and Qian Yu had a nightmare come true expression - he had just felt that the tremor of the plane was a little weird, a little large, and it shouldn't have appeared when it was steadily rising.

Immediately after that, the nose of the plane seemed to start descending again, but Chiba always felt that something was wrong - if the plane wanted to maintain its original altitude, no matter what happened, it should not actively reduce its speed and adjust the altitude in this situation.

Could it be that the explosion just caused some anomaly?

"Attention passengers," just then, the purser's voice came over. "This machine has encountered some bumps, please don't be impatient, if there is a problem, we will explain it to you as soon as possible, thank you."

"Was that really a natural condition?" Gray Yuan looked at Chiba with an expression of unrelieved expression.

"I don't know," Qian Yu frowned. "I hope so."

Not far behind them, the young man who had been holding the JAL manual had put it away and looked out the window with a frown.