Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Boom!!!"

"What?" Dr. Agasa scratched his round nose.

"Did you send that film you shot at camp last week directly to the Mori Detective Agency?"

Mitsuhiko puffed out his chest, a little proud: "Yes, because we want to be good."

"Thank you to the big sister who saved our lives."

"If you are a famous detective, you can definitely find out who that big sister is."

Dr. Agasa looked worried for a moment.

Xiaolan said, "My father and I have already watched the movie you mentioned."

"Dad said it's hard to tell who it is just by face and voice,"

"If it's circulated on the Internet, maybe someone will recognize her."

Huiyuan: “.............”

Thank you Oh.

Ayumi smiled and swung her short legs: "Because that big sister also has a mysterious train pass ring on her hand."

"So it's possible to see her here?"

Yuan Tai touched the rice ball head and said: "But I haven't seen it yet."

At the same time, Huibara stared at the floor in fear, her body shaking.

She froze in place, feeling a chill from head to toe. Her helpless little hands clutched the corners of her clothes, her pupils constricted.

Could it be? The reason why my chest is so restless...

Because......

They are coming?!

Nagoya City, Station.

"Listen carefully, everyone. As soon as the train arrives, rush into the carriage immediately."

"Use lightning speed to tie up the prisoner!!!"

"Send it to me again!!!"

Suzuki Jiroyoshi gave a passionate speech and looked seriously at the huge crowd of staff in front of him, each of them standing straight.

Suzuki Jirokichi clenched his fists and yelled, "Why don't you respond!!! Respond!!!"

"I'm sorry... Counselor Suzuki, please don't give orders to my subordinates casually."

"Just leave this to the Aichi Prefecture police."

Suzuki's attitude did not soften after hearing this, but became even more excited.

He turned around and glared at the person in charge: "What!?"

"The train that bears my name has now become a stage for murder!!!!"

Jirokichi stood on tiptoe and shook the person in charge's hands: "You bastard! Do you want me to sit aside and wait?"

The person in charge smiled awkwardly and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the saliva off his face.

"When dawn breaks after I arrest the criminal, I will cut off his head!!"

"Then it was hung on the castle tower of Nagoya Castle."

Aichi Prefectural Police: “6.”

The person in charge shrugged: "You...you are too reckless..."

A familiar large head popped out from behind a pillar at the station.

Vodka straightened his hat brim: "It seems that there really was a boring murder on the train, just as they speculated."

Vodka showed an honest smile and stuffed two newly bought cigarette boxes into Gin's arms: "She should be coming in our direction, brother."

"Brother, brother?" Vodka turned around, put away his smile instantly, and leaned next to Gin.

"Why are you ignoring me? Brother, don't you like these two packs of cigarettes? I remember I bought the right ones." Vodka put his two helpless little hands together.

Gin continued to stare at his phone and said coldly: "If you really can't see, you can take off your sunglasses."

"However, the iron snake has no intention of stopping at other stations along the way."

"It will be delivered all the way to our eyes. I just received a message from Vermouth and Baijiu."

Gin turned his head and stared into the distance meaningfully: "They all said that they have confirmed that Shirley is inside the train."

Vodka held his nose and guessed, "That is to say, now. Baijiu and the others should give that woman to..."

Gin lit a cigarette and held it to his lips.

He showed a cold smile and snorted, "Whether they want to kill that woman or capture her alive, it has nothing to do with me."

Vodka asked: "What do you mean? Don't you hate Shirley the most?"

Gin put it in his pocket: "The key point now is whether the woman is in the snake's stomach."

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, rushed towards the vodka and exhaled: "If she has been swallowed by the snake, then Shirley."

"Nagoya Station is your final stop."

"Boom!!!!"

"Well, in short, Room B, where the deceased was, was locked at the time."

"And the conductor who had been in the corridor before the killing occurred."

"He claimed that he did not see any suspicious persons entering or leaving Room B."

Maori stroked his long beard and said, "Then, can we conclude that he committed suicide?"

Okay, that's gross.

Baijiu smiled and patted Mao Li on the back: "Master, he could be killed by anyone, except suicide."

Sera added: "Yes, including Ms. Gaza who is in a wheelchair, they could be the murderer."

Mao Li was obviously not convinced: "Why? Tell me the reason."

Baijiu suppressed his dissatisfaction.

He patiently explained with a smile: "Because there is no trace of burning around the bullet wound on the deceased's temple."

"And there were traces of gunshot wounds on the sofa opposite the body."

Suddenly, Maori clapped his hands.

He showed an expression of planning a strategy: "All the passengers on this train are mystery fans."

"He must have thought he was about to die, so he left evidence that might have been a homicide."

“Package it as a mysterious incident!”

The three of them: “............”

The train conductor admired Maori like a fanboy, his face full of joy and excitement: "So that's it! He is indeed the sleeping Kogoro!"

After being praised, Kogoro smiled and said, "No, no! But today, please call me Bollang!"

Shira interrupted the gloating Maori: "But the deceased clearly exchanged rooms with us, and was very excited to help everyone play the mystery puzzle!"

Shira held his chin in his hand: "How could a man like him commit suicide?"

Conan took out the envelope and handed it to the conductor: "And the instruction card for the puzzle is a fake card."

The conductor opened the envelope and examined it in his palm: "That's right, although it looks very similar to the usual instruction card."

"But what the card said was completely different from the technique we heard."

Conan's brows instantly furrowed into a straight line, he put his hands in his pockets and fell into deep thought.

Sure enough, someone must have designed to move the deceased to the first-class carriage with some purpose.

Perhaps it was because the first-class compartment B, which the deceased always reserved, was accidentally snatched away by Maori who cut in line.

Could it be that this is a criminal method that can only be used in this carriage?