Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

In front of Nagoya Station, Suzuki was loudly directing his men.

Suzuki shouted, "Listen carefully, everyone! As soon as the train arrives, rush into the carriage and tie up the murderer at lightning speed, and bring him to me!"

Suzuki roared at his men, "Why don't you respond? Respond!"

[Audience member Yuantai, why is that old man angry? Is it because of the murder case?

Audience member Suzuki Sonoko said with a livid face that of course he didn't care about the murder at all because his plan to trap Kidd was ruined. My little heart is broken. Mr. Kidd will never come again. 】

Vodka, who was hiding behind the crowd, sneered: "It seems that a boring murder has occurred in the train, and the additional items are coming in our direction."

Vodka said to the darkness: "Brother."

Gin's voice came from the darkness: "That's right, the iron snake has no intention of stopping at other stations along the way. It will be transported all the way to our eyes."

After hearing this, Vodka showed a smug smile on his face.

Gin continued, "I just received a message from Vermouth. She said that she has confirmed that Shirley is on the train."

Vodka said, "That is to say, Vermouth and Bourbon should give that woman to..."

Gin interrupted him, his tone cold: "Whether they want to kill that woman or capture her alive has nothing to do with me."

Vodka seemed confused and frowned.

Gin continued, his eyes revealing a hint of cruelty: "The key point is whether the woman is still in the snake's stomach."

Vodka seemed to understand something and nodded.

Gin's tone suddenly became resolute: "If she has been swallowed by the snake, then, Shirley, Nagoya Station is your final destination."

The camera refocuses on the interior of the mysterious and luxurious train.

Maori Kogoro cleared his throat and began to analyze like a detective: "In short, Room B where the deceased Mr. Murohashi was located was locked at the time. And before the murder, the flight attendant who had been staying in the corridor claimed that he did not see any suspicious people at all. Therefore, it can be concluded that Mr. Murohashi shot himself."

[Mr. Maori's reasoning is as simple and direct as ever.

Audience Maori Kogoro, humph, without my foreshadowing, how can the detective's bravery be shown later? 】

Sera Masumi disagreed. She frowned and retorted, "But there are no burn marks around the gunshot wound on the temple. This doesn't look like suicide."

Conan also said: "And there are traces of gunshots on the sofa opposite the body. It is obvious that someone is deliberately creating a false impression."

[Audience rooftop, this is what they call fake at first glance! ]

Maori Kogoro touched his chin, thinking: "The passengers on this mysterious train are all mystery fans. They must have thought they were about to die, so they deliberately left evidence of suspected homicide and packaged it into a mysterious incident."

When the flight attendant heard Kogoro Mori's explanation, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"He's really worthy of being the Sleeping Kogoro!" the flight attendant exclaimed.

[The moviegoers were smiling on the rooftop. This inference cannot be said to be wrong]

Maori Kogoro waved his hand proudly and said, "Please call me Bo Lang today."

However, Sera Masumi was not completely convinced. She frowned and raised a question: "But that man named Murohashi clearly exchanged rooms with Xiaolan and the others, and was very excited to help everyone play the mystery puzzle. How could someone like him commit suicide?"

Conan also added: "And the instruction cards for the reasoning puzzle are fake."

The flight attendant took the card from Conan, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "That's right, although this is made very similar to the usual instruction card, the content written on the card is completely different from the method we heard."

Conan's mind gradually became clear, and he whispered to himself: "As expected."

His eyes were firm, as if he had seen the outline of the truth, and he thought to himself: "Someone must have a purpose in mind to move Mr. Murohashi to the first-class carriage."

He continued to analyze in his mind: "I'm afraid it's because Mr. Murohashi always reserves Room B in the first-class car, and it was accidentally snatched away by the uncle who cut in line." Conan seemed to have grasped the key to the incident.

"Could it be," he thought to himself, "that this method of committing the crime can only be used in this carriage?" Conan frowned and fell into deep thought.