"You'd better do what you say." Gin sneered and hung up the phone.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Vodka came over and asked, "Scotland is going to harass Bourbon again?"

"He said he had his own mission." Ginjiu looked impatient, "Hmph, don't think about it, you know that he took this mission specifically to find Bourbon, and he was bored."

Vodka looked at the bomb button on his hand: "Brother, then do we still explode?"

Gin: “…”

Gin Jiuhuo turned around: "Go and recycle the bomb!"

What to blow up? Although it is impossible, if something really happens, the three important code members of Belmode, Bourbon and Scotland will be bombed to the sky. Not to mention whether the boss will spare him, the work in the organization will be done at that time

Who will let you do it? Are you there that group of waste?

"Okay, all three of them are there anyway, Shirley would never be able to escape if she was really in the car." Vodka even wanted to light wax for the defected scientist.

"But, Belmode must not just ask us about the bomb, right?" Vodka remembered the email from Belmode and thought: "She has always disliked Shirley. Do you want to put snow directly in the car?

Li was killed?"

Does Bourbon know? Shouldn't you? Bourbon has always said that he would bring Shirley back to the organization and continue to work for the scientific research team.

Vodka remembered his pretty plastic friendship with Bourbon, and took out his cell phone to remind him that Belmode was planning to cause trouble without hiding it.

"Whatever." Gin said, and her mood improved again, "It was blown into fireworks on the red train running at high speed. This is also a way of death that is quite suitable for traitors."

Vodka typing hand paused, and the eyes under the sunglasses struggled for two seconds, and finally exited the message page.

Forget it, since Ginji hopes Shirley dies, then he won’t remind Bourbon.

*

Mysterious train.

Carriage No. 7, private room D.

The tea-haired girl snuggled up to her sister and held her hand tightly.

"Sister, I kept thinking, why did mom and dad make that medicine?" Shibao Miyano's eyes were moist, "Until now, I still can't understand that medicine should not exist..."

Akimi Miyano stretched out her hand and gently stroked her sister's head: "Although I don't know much about research, I know my parents, they are not like that. They first went to Karasuma Group just to make money.

We have a better life, but we didn’t expect that the Karasuma Group was actually an organization…”

"I know, I know." Shiba Miyano looked up at his sister, "Mom and the others were not studying poison at that time, but a dreamy drug, a research that benefited the entire human race, and also called it the silver bullet.

”

"But no matter how good the thing is, once it falls into the hands of the organization..." Shiba Miyano could not continue to say it, and his eyes gradually became firm after taking a deep breath.

"Since I have successfully come out and my sister is safe, I will never go back to the organization," she said.

She would rather die than go back.

*

"Teacher Maori, everyone is here." Toru Amuro, the sleeping chief disciple of Kogoro Mori, stood at the door, "The passengers in the No. 7 and No. 8 are already outside, but Room D of the No. 7

Mr. Mizukawa and Miss Katsuho from Room E are not around, and it seems that he has gone to the front dining car for dinner."

"Oh, those two people are okay, let's start right away." Kogoro Mori in the box said, but it didn't explain why.

Okayama's narrowed eyes opened slightly.

"What are you pretending to be a ghost..." Murohashi Yuto murmured in a low voice, unable to help but step forward impatiently and raised his voice: "Detective Maori, do you say you already know who the prisoner Anton was killed? Is this true?

”

"Yes, there is only one truth, and the criminal's evil deeds have nowhere to hide." Conan Edogawa, who was hiding under the sofa, continued with his bow-tight voice changer in his hands, "But what I want to say now is not to kill Mr. Anton.

The prisoner was a prisoner who killed more than a dozen people in the arson five years ago."

All the passengers in the No. 8 carriage changed their faces instantly, but the most violent and panicked expression was the most

It was Murohashi Yuto, but he stood very far ahead, only Amuro Toru and three policemen saw it at the nearest door of Juliu.

Matsuda Jinhei sneered without hesitation.

"You, what are you talking about?" Murohashi Yuri's face twisted for a moment, and he tried hard to calm down: "Isn't the fire five years ago an accident caused by a line failure? And now the most important thing is to find and kill An

Dong's murderer, what if he waits for the train to arrive at the station and lets the prisoner escape?"

"I can't run away." Conan Edogawa held the bow-touched voice changer in one hand, and his other hand came out to type on his phone with free hand. "Because this murderer does not exist at all, Mr. Anton was not dead, all this is just one

A scene.”

In a daze, Kogoro Mouri's voice lit one of the people's names: "Right, Amuro."

The blonde and black-skinned young man who was instantly watched by everyone laughed at him: "It turns out that he is worthy of being Mr. Maori. I knew you had seen through our plan long ago."

"...What are you talking about? What does this mean?" Murohashi Yorito's face looked extremely ugly, and his steps had already begun to retreat.

But he had no place to retreat. The tall Ida Hang stood behind him at some point, and Kenji Hagiwara and Hachida Hachita were just blocking the way he could escape.

"What are we talking about? I think Mr. Murohashi should be the one who knows the most?" Amuro smiled.

"Muqiao, what does this mean?"

"Mukabashi, do you know what's going on?"

"Hey, I said all this wasn't a prank you and Anton had done together? It was really too much this time!"

The guests in the No. 8 car frowned, and the most popular woman with a light eyebrows even rushed directly in front of him.

Kenji Hagiwara smiled and stopped the person, not letting her get close to the man.

"Teacher Maori, I will explain it next?" Toru Amuro turned his head and asked his master for instructions.

"Well, then I'll leave it to you." Kogoro Mouri's voice was calm, "Amuro, let me see your learning achievements over the past period."

Everyone looked at the blonde youth again.

Toru Amuro was not at all stage frightened, and naturally smiled, turned around and opened Room C next door.

"Mr. Anton, you can come out now," he said.

Under everyone's gaze, a thin man walked out of the box that was supposed to be Amuro, with a pale face and a white bandage wrapped around his arms.

The people present were stunned. Unexpectedly, Anton was not dead, and he was hiding in the private room of Amuro.

"Wait, no, why? During the cross-examination, we didn't find such a big person in Mr. Amuro's room, right?" Shiratsuma Shi reacted first.

"Because at that time, we knew we wanted to check the room of the suspect who might commit the crime, so we let him hide somewhere else for the time being." Amuro explained with a smile.

"The captain should be very serious and vigilant after the murder. Why did he enter your room but was not discovered?" Subaru Okayama also asked a question.

There is no doubt that Tomoto Amuro has a helper.

But people in the No. 7 carriage... are almost always likely to become his helper.

And it's not just this case, but also...

"Because of the mirror." An Dongyu pushed his glasses, put down the box in his hand, and took out the drawing board in the box to show three large mirrors.

"When the train enters the tunnel and quickly assemble the mirror onto the door, you can temporarily use the mirror to deceive the driver's vision in a dim environment." He explained briefly.

Subaru Okayama stopped talking, but his eyes flashed all the private rooms in the No. 7 car, thinking about which private room was the helper who helped them cover them at that time.

"Wait? But why? Why do you have to act like this? What is the real murderer of the fire five years ago mentioned by Detective Maori just now? Isn't that an accident?" The irritable and brow-like woman couldn't help but feel it.

After asking, several other guests in the No. 8 carriage also showed anxious and angry expressions.

"This matter starts with a commission I received not long ago." Amuro's eyes gradually became sharp

Get up, "I guess you should have understood now. Yes, the client is Mr. Anton. What I asked me to investigate was the fire five years ago."

He looked at several passengers in the No. 8 carriage and said slowly: "Two years ago, Mr. Anton accidentally discovered that the painting that should have been burned was taken out for auction, so he secretly investigated what he held.

The person who had painted found out that it was Mr. Murohashi, so he suspected that Mr. Murohashi had stolen and set fire to the entire house."

Murohashi's cold sweat came out in a flash. He finally broke his efforts with his compulsive calmness. He shook his lips and pretended to be surprised and laughed: "Haha, that's just an accident. You know that the painting is priceless, I'll do it.

He brought it out during the escape. But the number of casualties in the fire afterwards was too large. I was worried that taking out the things would make survivors feel sadder when they saw the things, so they didn't make any statement."

This statement was really full of loopholes, and others were too lazy to refute, but just continued to stare at An Tomoto's Anmuro.

This time, An Dongyu spoke, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's right! It's the Shiqiao! He stole the painting from the house!! He set fire to the entire house to cover up theft!!!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"I don't! You're talking nonsense!" Murohashi Yuto shouted, and even wanted to rush up to stop the two guys from continuing to speak, but I was easily caught and moved by Ida Hang.

"Sir, please don't move." Kenji Hagiwara smiled, "Please listen to them finish their reasoning. If you are really innocent, our police will definitely give you a cleansing."

Murohashi Yoto showed an ugly smile.

But the problem is, he is not innocent!

Tori Amuro continued: "Originally, Mr. Anton thought he was like the guest in the No. 8 carriage to commemorate the people who died in the fire at that time and boarded the train every year. He originally planned to persuade him in the mysterious train mystery game last year.

He surrendered."

Antonyu's chest was swelling violently: "But the mystery game at that time happened to be the criminal, he played the victim, and he actually said to me: It turns out that this kind of thing is very exciting, right? It's the excitement of feeling that you are still alive, you
To be continued...