(What on earth is going on inside this plane...?)

— There is a possibility that an assassination has just taken place.

According to Mr. Hirasawa, the person covered in a blanket who is suspected of being dead is a government official. It's even stranger that the bodyguard standing next to him is also covered in a blanket.

　However, as I walk around the cabin, I don't sense the putrid odor emitted by human negative emotions.

I feel an odor I've never smelled before, but I can't pinpoint its source.

It's like eating a dish with no taste or smell.

It's like being forced to eat disgusting food.

Facing an unknown enemy is truly terrifying.

　Glancing around the cabin, there are about seven or eight people covered in blankets.

Perhaps not everyone has been killed, or maybe everyone is actually alive, and we're just being overly cautious.

But if they're alive, their bodies should expand and contract with each breath, and they should turn over in their sleep. But... they don't move at all.

　There's no commotion, and the people around me don't seem to notice anything unusual, so if they really were killed... they must have been killed quietly, peacefully, in an instant.

—Then... was it poisoning?

If so, how should I think about it?

Think... think.

I am “Ms. 007” and “Mission: Impossible.” .

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I let my thoughts race at the speed of light.

Wait a minute. Who put the blanket over the body?

If the person who wrapped the body in a blanket was a flight attendant, there would normally be some commotion. The flight attendant would check on the person who wasn't moving by calling out to them or something.

　Those around them would also notice and cause a commotion.

However, there was no such movement.

Since Hirasawa was keeping watch around me while I was sleeping, he would have noticed if there had been a commotion.

If that were the case, the CA would have committed murder and had to cover the body with a blanket.

The most suspicious person is someone among the CAs.

　Just then, I caught sight of a flight attendant covering someone with a blanket.

I didn't smell anything from her, but after covering the passenger with a blanket, she put something in her uniform pocket. I had to check what it was.

I started walking toward the flight attendant in front of me.

“Oops... I'm sorry.”

“...”

As we passed each other, I pretended to trip and bumped into the flight attendant.

　The flight attendant just bowed without saying anything.

All the flight attendants were wearing masks as a measure against infection.

Therefore, I couldn't see the other person's face. However, I could sense something eerie in their eyes peeking out from behind the mask.

We passed each other and walked about 10 steps before I checked the item I had stolen from the other person's pocket.

The pickpocketing skills I had cultivated at the magic bar were put to good use.

　――A thumb-sized bottle containing a mysterious transparent liquid. And a magic finger sleeve.

(What the hell?)

He sighed deeply in his heart.

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“I see. So the plan is to poison the target using the finger sleeve.”

“Probably. So, what's going on here?”

　――Right now, Hirasawa and I are in the airplane bathroom together.

“We can't investigate the contents of the liquid or plan our strategy anywhere else, can we?”

“Well... I guess so.”

Hirasawa took out an electronic cigarette device and poured a liquid that looked like poison into the hole where the tobacco goes. Then, data was sent from the device to the tablet Hirasawa was holding.

“That's amazing. Is this cylindrical device also Ms. Mari's?”

“Yes. It's a device called Material Search, modeled after an electronic cigarette. By inserting a sample into it, it can analyze the contents and transmit the data to a nearby device.”

“So it's camouflaged as an everyday item. That's stylish.”

"Hmm... It's indeed a potent toxin. It instantly robs the target of consciousness and causes them to collapse. And within a few minutes, it stops the heart."

On the tablet Hirasawa held, a skull image was displayed alongside a terrifying description of its effects.

Such a toxic substance in such a place...

It's like something out of a movie happening one after another... But somehow, I'm starting to get used to it.

“This is bad... What should we do?”

“We'll just have to wait it out here.”

“...Huh?”

Are we going to stay here alone with Mr. Hirasawa in the bathroom?

“We don't know the other party's background, and we don't know how many collaborators are on the plane. Besides, we're in a situation where we have to handle this on our own. We can't expect help from external collaborators like Martinez. We have to hide until the plane lands and escape when we see an opportunity.”

“That's true...”

"Besides, they're in the same situation. You stole the poison, but they probably don't know what kind of organization is interfering with them either. Let's just keep staring each other down and buy some time."

We decided to just stay in the bathroom.

However, about an hour later, a big problem arose.

“Hey... Hirasawa-san.”

“What's wrong?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“...”

　I suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

“Can't you hold it? We should arrive within an hour.”

“This is bad... I've been holding it in this long, but I'm about to leak.”

“...”

Hirasawa looked up at the ceiling in distress.

“There's no way. If we leave the bathroom, the other side will know where we're hiding.”

　This is bad, bad, bad!!!!

What should I do? What should I do?

Think, me! Use your head...!!

Is there... anything?

...No, there isn't.

I'm screwed. Hahaha.

I lifted my skirt and reached for my underwear.