Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

After knowing that it was a robbery, Shiina Yuichi suddenly lost interest.

But Uncle Maori and Conan were quite interested and wanted to ask Izumo Keitaro for more details.

The gray-haired old man sitting on the other side spoke.

"You've increased your exposure through the media. You must be feeling pretty proud. I just happened to be promoting your mayoral election. I didn't expect you to be so capable."

The moment Izumo Keitaro saw the old man, he recognized his identity.

The mayor of Gumi City, Ishibazu Akira.

"Mayor Ishizuchi, why are you here?" Izumo Keitaro's tone became much more serious.

"I just arranged a vacation to go to Hokkaido."

Uncle Maori asked curiously, "What do you mean by having some skills?"

He seemed to hear something else from Shichui Huangzhong's words.

The man with glasses said quickly, "It's actually a rumor. Some people say it was a show for the mayoral election and the boss deliberately hired robbers. It's actually completely false."

oh?

Sure, this kid is quite loyal.

Shiina Yuichi couldn't help but tease in his heart that his boss wasn't in a hurry, but he was the first to make an excuse.

No matter where he is, as long as it is related to politics, no matter how outrageous the matter is, Shiina Yuichi will not find it strange.

Shichui Huangzhong shook his head and said sarcastically, "There is no smoke without fire. What I just said is not without basis."

Izumo Keitaro's face looked a little unhappy.

"But the surveillance footage at the time clearly showed that it was a professional robber with a criminal record." Uncle Maori revealed the information he heard from the police.

"That's why it's so strange, isn't it? How could a professional robber not scout the area in advance, watch the other party press the alarm, and then run away without stealing anything?"

"Do you dare to say that this is a professional robber?"

Uncle Maori was choked by Shi Chui's heavy words and didn't know how to respond. He scratched his head in embarrassment.

After listening to this, Shiina Yuichi nodded in approval. It sounded like the robber was indeed an amateur.

"And when the robber ran away, didn't he leave a message reluctantly? Your clerk clearly heard it."

Ishizumi Akishiro gave Izumo Keitaro and the man with glasses a strange look, his tone was gloomy and there was a strange look on his face.

"Eh? What's that?" Uncle Maori asked with great interest.

When people asked about it, Ishizuchi Akira didn't plan to hide it. He just wanted to squeeze Yunqitaro.

“The robber was shouting into the store as he fled.”

"This is totally different from what we agreed on."

When these words were spoken, Conan, who was watching the fun, seemed to have seen this sentence somewhere before.

His eyes became focused, as if he was searching for past memories in his mind. His brows were slightly furrowed and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was trying to recall where he had heard these words.

Where is it?

Looking at Conan who had a serious expression, Shiina Yuichi frowned. Could it be that there was something wrong with what the mayor said?

"Has a similar case happened before?" Conan looked at Mouri Ran with an innocent face and asked puzzledly.

Mao Lilan shook her head, indicating that she was not quite sure.

As for Yuichi Shiina, it is even more impossible to know.

Seeing that Uncle Maori kept asking questions, Izumo Keitaro looked gloomy and asked impatiently, "Who are you?"

Uncle Maori said "Hey", don't you know me?

Is it that the name of my famous detective Maori Kogoro is not famous enough?

Or is it that my face doesn't appear on TV often?

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori coughed twice and was about to introduce himself when he was recognized by a man named Aoba Toru next to him.

Although his self-promoting speech was interrupted, Uncle Maori still enthusiastically took a photo with Aoba Toru because the other party was his fan.

After learning Uncle Maori's name, the expressions of everyone present changed.

"That's really a coincidence."

A clear female voice attracted everyone's attention. Everyone turned around and saw a tall woman wearing sunglasses and a sun hat standing at the entrance of the carriage.

The waiter walked up and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you Miss Mingzhi who has made a reservation?"

"This way please, your seat is..."

"Sorry, I want to cancel my reservation." Fumiyo Akechi interrupted the waiter and walked out of the car.

Before leaving completely, she left behind a puzzling sentence.

"It looks like this journey will be very exciting."

Shiina Yuichi nodded in approval and looked at Conan, whose attention was also attracted by Akechi Fumiyo.

It's more than just exciting. There are quite a lot of people on this train. Who knows how many people this kid will kill.

After the fun was over, Yuichi Shiina separated from Uncle Mori and the others because his room was in the completely opposite direction from their rooms.

So after saying good night to each other, Shiina Yuichi planned to go back to sleep.

As for whether a case will happen or not, it has nothing to do with him.

At four o'clock in the morning, the train entered the Seikan Tunnel. Conan stared at his reflection in the window and fell into thought.

It was definitely not the first time he had heard what Ishizuchi Akira said recently. Especially when he linked this sentence with the robbery case, the feeling of familiarity was particularly strong.

[The gunshots and screams were drowned out by the rumbling noise in the tunnel...]

A familiar text popped into his mind and Conan suddenly woke up.

At the same time, in the carriage with a smoking room, Keitaro Izumo, with a cigar in his mouth, looked at the time on his watch, looking anxious, as if he was waiting for someone.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a masked man in the reflection in the window, standing behind him. As the man behind him slowly took out a pistol and pointed it at Izumo Keitaro, the faces of the people around him changed.

As Keitaro Izumo looked incredulous, the man pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun burst into a sinful flame, and a bullet pierced Keitaro Izumo's temple.

A wisp of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun, and a short-haired female passenger let out a sharp scream.

Soon, Conan successfully received the signal, opened the door of the box and looked in the direction where the shouting came from.

"What was that strange sound just now?" Uncle Maori asked in surprise.

"It must be gunshots. Someone was shot!" Conan said with certainty. He didn't know the truth of the matter, but he always had this feeling.

"Don't talk nonsense. How do you know if you don't go and take a look?" Uncle Maori squinted at Conan and taught him.

Conan knew that he was being a little arbitrary and gave an embarrassed smile.

[The man quickly ran through the dark passage like a hungry beast...]

It's that feeling again.

Conan felt a little uneasy.

Suddenly, a man wearing a coat and a mask ran quickly past the three people.

Uncle Maori leaned forward to take a look out of curiosity. He also wanted to ask this person if he knew what had happened in the carriage in front.

But the other party seemed to be in a hurry.

"He is a murderer. He just killed someone with a gun. Catch him quickly." A train staff appeared at the end of the carriage and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Maori was shocked and cold sweat instantly broke out on his face.

It turned out to be an armed bandit. When he turned around to look at the man again, the man had already opened the door of the room and fired several shots inside. Then he fired a few more shots in the direction of Uncle Maori and others.

In order to avoid the bullets, Uncle Maori and Conan subconsciously raised their arms.

I don't know if it was intentional, but after three shots, one missed. If Shiina Yuichi was there, he would probably have applauded.

It’s just a small passage, a few meters long.

Are you playing with human body outlining here?

It must be said that the power of the protagonist's halo should not be underestimated.

When Uncle Maori reacted, he just saw the door that was opened by that man closed. It seemed that the man in the windbreaker must have hidden inside.

Uncle Maori, a former detective, took the lead and ran straight to the man's room.

When I opened the door, I saw only a bright room and a window with broken glass.

Could it be that the man jumped out of the car?

This is a fast-moving train. Isn't he afraid of being thrown to death?

Conan was also a little dazed as he looked at this scene, the words he just remembered kept echoing in his mind.

[But within a few minutes, the man disappeared...]

"The sound of the wind and the trains played a noisy melody at this time."

Conan subconsciously completed the rest of the paragraph.

He remembered that what happened to him today was extremely similar to the content of a mystery novel his father had written.