"Shut up!" the First Officer snapped, his tone brooking no argument. "What do you know? The original plan will not change!"
"Turn back now? Who can guarantee we won't run into something worse? Pressing on to Bali is the only way to protect everyone aboard! That's an order!"
His authority silenced the objections, but the doubt and fear on the crew's faces only deepened.
There's definitely something wrong with this First Officer!
Conan hid around the corner, his gaze sharp behind his glasses.
After such a serious incident, with all contact with the outside world lost, any competent commander's first instinct should have been to seek help or return to safety.
Yet the First Officer insisted on steering this "island," carrying thousands of lives, farther toward its scheduled destination?
It made no sense—unless he wanted the ship to reach a specific place where no help could reach it!
Conan immediately began investigating in secret. Using his status as a child for cover, he moved among the crew, fishing for information, and even risked sneaking near the sealed-off Captain's Quarters and the Communications Room to observe.
Through a crack in the door, he glimpsed the wreckage inside the Communications Room. The consoles had been smashed, and cables lay severed everywhere. This was no malfunction. Someone had done it deliberately.
From the scraps he had overheard and his remarkable powers of deduction, a terrifying picture began to emerge:
The captain had most likely discovered some plot of the First Officer's last night, and the First Officer had killed him to keep him quiet.
Afterward, the First Officer or his accomplices had destroyed all the communications equipment, turning the Peace Tour into an information black hole.
And his real reason for insisting on Bali was probably not to complete the visit, but to