Whew... Another mystery to write. LOL I can never write any Phoenix Wright long story anymore without it.
The research on this plane crash and its process is still pending, so please forgive me for any errors or impossible happenings. I will be sure to correct these as I am currently seeking expert opinion. Thank you!
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SIX
-Flight 1547xx Crash Site, Central England-
April 3 3:00 PM
"What brings you here once again, Mr. Edgeworth? Our team was about to clean up. After all, this case has already been solved." A detective greeted Miles.
"This case hasn't been solved yet. I have found out there may be more to this than meets the eye. I have already been given permission to conduct an investigation here, so do not worry." Miles explained with a document from the English Chief of Police.
"I see Sir. We have not touched a thing. Please inform us if you require any assistance." The detective handed back the document to him.
"Thank you." Miles slipped under the police tape and entered the crime scene once more.
It's a good thing they haven't kept the crime scene yet, even if it was already weeks after. I do wonder... Why did it take so long to close this case if they didn't find any evidence or suspicions? He thought as he went over to the airplane's debris.
I did some research on the plane's interior- That model A-678T, otherwise known as the Titanium Liner was quite a durable plane, fit for swift flights and defence against turbulence. It's quite impossible for the plane to crash by a minor turbulence...
Did the plane really crash because of turbulence? One question to think about.
He went over to a huge portion of the plane debris- the cockpit and control centres. He went over to the pilots' seats.
He found nothing strange at first, until...
Wait... There's blood!
Murder in the cockpit - Why is there blood in the cockpit? Did something happen? Another question to think about.
He wanted to make sure of what he was seeing, so he sprayed some luminol, courtesy of Detective Skye, onto that area. He wore a red-tinted monocle and found the area glowing luminescent blue. There was something that happened in the Captain's Cockpit.
The place was a mess, he couldn't investigate this way. He switched on Little Thief.
There was the pilot and his assistant, so two seats were on the frontlines. The controls were here, and the windows and switches there...
The first class would be next, then middle, then economy class. The flight attendant's room and lavatory, and the kitchen, and the pilots' office there...
So, the forty two passengers were divided among the classes- eight in first class, sixteen in middle class, and eighteen in economy class, while there were two flight attendants, and an assistant pilot and the pilot himself.
He compared the Little Thief simulation with the actual appearance of the debris. Scraps of the plane were intact and he may be able to get some clues.
Two pilots... Could they not have any idea of any suspicious activity?
Did someone... die? No bodies were reported... But wait...
He inspected the parachute compartment. He found one parachute left. There were two pilots on that airplane, so why is there only one parachute left?
Parachute obtained
Miles added some details into little thief.
Assuming, there were two pilots present in the cockpit at the point of the bloody event- perhaps a murder.
He looked around the actual scenario for more clues. He found a bag hidden under the control wheel.
Seriously, have the detectives been seriously investigating every nook and cranny?
He pulled out the bag and checked its contents. In horror, he found a set of bloody clothes! The pilot uniform to be exact! He looked for the nameplate, or embroidered tag on the uniform.
Capt. Konfu Shing
Bloody clothes and bag obtained
The one who committed the murder must have either been the pilot, or assistant pilot since only the two of them had access to the cockpit. But, it does not make sense...
Why would one parachute be missing? The murderer must have escaped mid-flight through the emergency hatch...
Murder in the cockpit notes added to the organizer
Time to think, Edgeworth.
He began to connect his thoughts-
Did the plane really crash because of turbulence? The plane was equipped to stand the minor turbulences, and the pilots were adequately competent.
Murder in the cockpit - Why is there blood in the cockpit? Did something happen? Something must have happened; the evidence speaks of it- blood in the cockpit, a bag of bloody clothes, a missing parachute. One of the pilots died, and the other- the murderer must have escaped through the hatch but didn't bring the bag with him to avoid unnecessary load...
New Conclusion:
A pilot was murdered, and the other escaped without turning the plane on autopilot mode, so that made the airplane crash, since there was no one to pilot it.
So... why is it that not many people died from this kind of crash? Maybe I haven't done enough investigation yet...
Maybe this is all the evidence I can get today. There are too many mysteries surrounding the incident. I have to talk to the investigators to see if any other bodies were found.
Edgeworth turned Little Thief off, and walked out of the crime scene.
"Detective, don't clean this place up yet. There is more to this case after all. We must not end all this prematurely." Miles advised the detective.
"I see. I will take a look at the scene myself and preserve anything important. But be confident I will not touch anything."
"Thank you." He got into his car and left, without telling anyone anything until he was sure of his case... And sure of his allies.
He remembered he does not know this VICTORIA organization well yet and he will have to contact Phoenix about it again later.
*ring ring*
*beep*
"Hello? Good afternoon, Chief of Police, Sir." Miles answered his cell phone.
"Miles, lad! So, have you found anything? I knew that plane crash didn't happen for no reason. That day was certainly ominous." The man in his deep-pitched voice inquired.
"I have found a lot of evidence, sir, but I have to be sure of it first before I proceed and open my mouth." Miles explained.
"Good move. I don't want any false accusations or mayhem around my country." He laughed.
"Thank you. Now, I humbly request for your assistance once more." Edgeworth made a right-turn.
"Name it, son, I'll do what I can." He replied.
"I need a private audience with the pilot, Capt. Konfu Shing. I apparently do not know anyone in BALPA (British Airline Pilots Association), so I cannot contact him."
"Alright, I'll find this pilot for you. I'll call you back as soon as I get any news." The Chief of Police assured him.
"Thank you, sir." Edgeworth politely said, then hung up.
-English Guesthouse, Stockbridge, Hampshire-
April 3 5:00 PM
"So that's how it is..." Phoenix reflected on everything Edgeworth told him about his discoveries.
"I think that's the original cause of the plane crash." Miles sipped some of his earl grey tea.
"But I still wonder why he left that bag in the cockpit. Is it really possible he was the one who escaped? If the murderer was the one who escaped, you wouldn't be able to find him that easily." Phoenix remarked.
"What are you saying Wright? What do you mean by 'if he was the one who escaped'?" Miles never thought about this other possibility.
"Edgeworth, there was one parachute left right? Maybe it was someone else who escaped? What if it was the victim? Then maybe that's why the plane crash wasn't as severe as you expected it to be..." Phoenix suggested.
"It makes sense... Then, it will definitely be hard to look for Capt. Shing, and there may be a possibility Capt. Zachary Kiegel, the other pilot, may still be alive!" Edgeworth hoped.
"That's only a possibility, Edgeworth. You have to look for more proof. Your priority is to find Capt. Shing first, and clear things up with him. He may be the murderer. And since Capt. Kiegel's body was not found yet, he may be alive somewhere. You need to look for him too." Phoenix said.
"And... I'll have to find a connection with Capt. Shing, and VICTORIA." Edgeworth added.
"I'm sending Ema over to help you with Forensics. Until then, find out everything you can."
"Thank you, Wright. I'll take my rest now. Go finish your brunch."
"Alright, alright. Good luck, and be careful. Say hi to Franziska for me."
"...... I will... When I see her again, for sure." He sighed.
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*ding dong*
"Maybe that's the one the Chief of Police sent..." Miles went to answer the door.
When he went to open the door, unfortunately it wasn't whom he expected.
It was a masked man who pointed a gun at him.
"Don't move, Mr. Edgeworth." The voice commanded him.
"It is unlikely that you did not kill me straight..." Miles spoke, trying to hide his anxiety.
"You are quite skilled, and informed. We might have some use of you." The voice replied.
"Nnnngghhh..." he grunted.
"On the armchair, and do not move an inch, or I will kill you." The man took a seat just in front of him."
Little did they know that Franziska was just outside the house. She was about to pay Miles a visit when she spotted the suspicious looking man and began to contact the authorities.
Before the man could make a call on his phone, the authorities came through the door and had him surrounded, and seized him.
Franziska ran in to help Miles out of the mess too.
"Franziska? What... What are you doing here?" Miles struggled to get up from the armchair from all that trauma.
"I found that man suspicious as I saw him on his way to your house. I was supposed to visit you, but I found myself tailing him." She briefly explained.
"...That was dangerous Franziska..." he squeezed her hand.
"What you went through was much more dangerous fool!" her face grew hot.
"We'll be watching you, Miles Edgeworth... and... Ms. Von Karma, I thought you were already taken care of?..." the man cackled in laughter.
"...What?..." Franziska was confused, then saw a tattoo of a rose and crown on his arm, then gasped.
"Franziska?" Miles tapped her shoulder.
"I... That tattoo... You're..." Franziska stammered in horror.
The police pulled him away and got him into the police car, and they drove away after having a few statements from Miles.
"... Franziska, are you... alright?" Miles sat in front of Franziska.
"That man... That tattoo... Why is it so familiar?" she tried so hard to recall, her head began to ache.
"Don't worry about it, maybe you had a dream about that tattoo, but I'm sure it's nothing relevant." He tried to protect her, as usual.
"Nothing relevant? That man just tried to take you away! Or even kill you! How can that be nothing relevant to me?" she cried.
"Franziska... this is why I have to go back. I have a dangerous job to do, and you'll be better off with Eduard and Joy here. Stay out of this." He pleaded her, with his eyes so full of emotion.
"Miles Edgeworth... What is really going on in here? Is this why... I came to this country?" she inquired.
Miles couldn't answer. If he told her the truth, she'd never rest until she solves this, but if he lied, she'd find out the truth anyway...
*ring ring ring*
The phone began to ring. He stood up to answer it. Franziska remained seated, without uttering a sound.
"Hello, this is Miles Edgeworth speaking. How may I help you?"
"Miles, lad, I found a lead to Captain Konfu Shing."
"Sir! Thank you, I've been waiting for this call." He said respectfully.
"Captain Konfu Shing apparently did not report back to the airlines company, BALPA or his commanding officers at all." The Chief said.
"Does anybody know where he is then?" Miles asked.
"We are unsure of his exact location as of now."
"How about the other pilot, Captain Zachary Kiegel?"
"The strange thing was that Captain Kiegel also didn't report back. He wasn't seen anywhere after the plane crash, and someone hid all of this from the police."
"... So when was Captain Shing seen last?" Edgeworth knew that either one of the two captains could have escaped mid-flight, either the victim, or the murderer, now he was about to find out which one.
"Captain Shing was last seen at the crash site, being interviewed by the media, then after, no one had seen him ever since they expected him to report back. But he didn't. Now we're conducting a search for the two pilots." The Chief of Police sounded frustrated as how his men could have overlooked this.
"Chief, I need those two. Something else was behind the crash landing. It wasn't minor turbulence at all." Miles said.
"I see. I can tell you one thing that may help you identify find Captain Shing. His original home is in Hampshire. He might be hiding there."
Miles paused... That murderer could also be living in the same city he and Franziska was living in now.
"...Thank you. You've been of great help Sir. I'll get to the bottom of this with my detective's help, and we'll report everything back to you."
"Good. I'll be waiting lad. Good day." He hung up after.
"...What crash landing? Was this the crash landing I was in? What was behind all of it?" Franziska listened to every word Miles had hushed.
"Franziska..."
She looked intently at him.
"Those men were after you. You were investigating and handling a case so dangerous, I didn't want you involving yourself any further."
"So... You thought of leaving me here?"
"Yes. You were very brave. You were very intelligent and efficient. You were working so hard on your cases and I was working on mine, so I failed to notice you. You were already about to put the last criminal of the case behind bars when he ran away." He tried to explain what he knew.
"And I... went after him?" she reluctantly asked.
"You knew he lived in Hampshire, so you went to chase him, and he tried to kill you on this flight. Luckily, the other passengers survived."
"So... That tattoo..." a whirlwind of thoughts ran through her mind as she began to scream. Everything was going back to her. She was experiencing a lot of pain. She was getting so confused.
"Franziska! Hold on! Get a grip, you'll be alright!" he held her tight.
Tears began to flow from her eyes as she almost fainted onto the sofa. She was scared, confused, shocked and anguished.
"Miles Edgeworth..." she stroked his cheek.
"Stop. Stop all this. I'll pick up everything. Everything."
"All of it? From where I left off?" she muttered, with a tear trickling down her cheek.
"I'll pick up all the pieces, I promise." He kissed her so tenderly, so gently as if she was something so fragile and precious, and put her to sleep for her to rest her mind.
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To be continued
Oh I thank very much the experts who advised me on this chapter. I hope the events of this one satisfied the readers enough! I'd love it if you guys would drop a review.
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