Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"boom!!!"

With a roar, the train entered the tunnel.

Suddenly, the entire carriage was dark and the corridor was lit up with dim lights.

A train conductor came to Room A, knocked on the door, and asked gently, "Brother Zhan, Brother Zhan?"

"Squeak." The door suddenly opened, and Lao Zhan looked dissatisfied and fierce: "What are you doing?! Did I call you over?"

Lao Zhan grabbed his collar and asked, "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Huh?" The conductor was stunned for a moment, with a few beads of sweat on his face: "But... the bell rang just now..."

Lao Zhan said "huh" with disdain, and let go of his hand, but his tone was still strong: "It's none of my business, really."

"I can't find you when I need you, but you still come to bother me when I don't need you. It's really interesting."

The conductor clasped his hands together and said, "I am truly sorry, sir. It won't happen again. I hope you can forgive me."

The noise from the two people quickly attracted the attention of the people next door on the right.

The fat man slowly pushed the door open, stuck his round head out, took out a cell phone from his pocket and put it to his ear.

Whispering to the other end: "There seems to be some trouble next door. It seems that the conductor made a mistake."

"Bang!" The two doors closed together.

The conductor sighed helplessly, and before he could catch his breath, "Ding-ling-ling."

He ran towards the source of the sound without stopping: "Here it comes, here it comes!"

He cleared his throat and knocked on the door politely: "Ms. Rich, Ms. Rich, what can I do for you?"

"Hiss!" The conductor covered his red nose and gasped.

"Hey!! I'm telling you!" The rich sister's attitude was even stronger.

The saliva sprayed on his face: "Hey, you good-for-nothing, can you think of a solution?"

"Think...what solution?"

The rich lady frowned and moved forward: "There's a sound, there's a sound!!!"

"There have been strange noises in my room."

“Huh? Uh...I see, but why...I didn’t hear any sound..." The conductor scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

At the same time, the door on the left opened, and the strong woman pushed Ms. Gasa and walked slowly away.

"Impossible! There were strange noises just now. Did you secretly think I was lying?"

"Or." The rich lady deliberately raised her voice: "You are silently cursing me in your heart, right?!"

"No, no, no, there is absolutely no such thing."

"Drip, drip, drip."

The rich lady put her hands on her hips and looked into the house: "Listen, that's the sound, did you hear it?"

"I think maybe someone left a phone or something in the room."

Just as he was about to step into the rich lady's fragrant room with his left foot, he was rudely stopped by her.

"Don't just come in! I can find it myself! You've lived this long, don't you know that you can't just walk into a girl's room?"

".......Feel sorry."

"And what I really want to say is, why didn't anyone notice someone else's cell phone in the room before the train left?"

"Well... I'm so sorry!!" The conductor bowed 90 degrees and expressed his deepest apologies to her.

Mr. Anton, who was in Room C, closed the door and walked towards them slowly: "I say, what happened? Is it necessary to be so loud?"

At the same time, Baijiu and his group came out from the corner and arrived at Room B, which was the door of the room they were just in.

"Hey, uncle, the trap you set has been solved. Come out and explain it to everyone."

Sonoko shrugged. "Damn it. Could it be that he fell asleep in our room? No way."

As soon as she finished speaking, she grasped the door handle and casually pulled it open, only to find that the door was chained and locked, so she couldn't get in.

Yuanzi used the open gap to support himself against the wall with his hands, and squinted his eyes as he looked inside: "Uncle, don't sleep over there, unlock the room quickly, uncle!"

Baijiu asked, "What's wrong? Yuanzi, what's going on in there?"

"I saw him sleeping on the sofa, with a lot of blood on his temple. He looked like he was dead."

Sera, Conan and Baijiu were all stunned at the same time, and their eyes widened instantly.

"died?"

Sonoko waved her hands, looking nonchalant: "It must be another puzzle from some mystery game anyway."

"Wait a minute, Sister Sonoko!" Conan ran through Sonoko's legs like a dog.

Looking inside, I saw the fat man holding a gun in his right hand, looking up at the ceiling, sitting upright on the sofa.

Conan moved his nose: "It smells like gunpowder."

"what?!"

"Anyway, let's break down the door first." Conan and Sera held the crack in the door with both hands and leaned back: "One, two! One, two!"

"Let me do it too." Baijiu rolled up his sleeves, moved his joints, and worked with them.

Baijiu pretended to be struggling, "Bang!", there was a crisp sound of chain breaking, and the three of them fell backwards in unison due to inertia.

This simple inertia is nothing to Baijiu. He put his hands on their shoulders and said, "Are you okay?——"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them hurriedly stood up, even stepping on Baijiu's shoes at the same time, and ran towards the corpse to check the condition.

"Wow! Such a realistic death! Is this also part of the mystery?"

Shira put his hand on the fat man's neck and shook his head seriously: "No, he is really dead."

"Dead?" Yuan Tai did not show any shock, but instead asked Conan: "Conan, why do we always encounter cases?"

“........” Conan chose to remain silent.

Baijiu took out his cell phone, put his hand behind his back, and blindly tapped the screen. He looked at the situation in front of him with an expected expression.

[Just as I guessed before, a murder has really happened, in carriage number 8, everyone is here. ————White wine]

Baijiu put the phone in his pocket, lowered his head, and pushed his bangs back with both hands: "This should be a murder case in a closed room, right?"

"boom!!!"

With another loud roar, the train passed through the tunnel, and the case appeared before everyone along with the sunlight.

Everyone's emotions were eerily stable, and the young Bai Gei group looked even more indifferent.

With an expression of being indifferent, he stood there like an NPC.

"Ah? Is this a real murder case?" Sonoko covered her mouth, still somewhat convinced.

Shira analyzed: "Yes, someone shot the victim in the temple and killed him."

Xiaolan asked in confusion: "But...but, isn't this room already locked with a chain? We have to roughly break the chain before we can get in, right?"

"So could it be that he committed suicide?"

Baijiu shook his fingers: "The method of hanging the chain lock on the door is still a mystery."

But Conan is here, so there's no surprise.