Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu came to the fat man and frowned slightly.

Observing his temple together with Sera, Conan grabbed Baijiu's trouser leg and stretched out his two short arms.

Two pitiful eyes looked at the white wine, showing a lovely expression, indicating a signal of praying and raising it high.

"Okay, okay." Baijiu sighed and held Conan up to take a full look at the corpse.

Sera explained, "And you see, there are no burn marks around the gunshot wound on his temple."

"This is evidence that the killer walked away from the gun at a distance."

"Yes."

Conan echoed, "If he had put the gun against his own head, the muzzle should have been pressed against his head, causing the burn marks."

Genta raised his hand and asked, "But Conan, maybe he suddenly felt scared before shooting and subconsciously moved the gun away?"

This rice ball boy... can actually use his brain?

Conan retorted: "I think that's unlikely."

"Isn't there a silencer installed on the front of the gun? You have to hold such a long barrel away from your head and shoot from a long distance."

"It should be difficult to do. You might as well demonstrate it on yourself with your fingers." Conan turned his head and glanced at Baijiu.

"Don't look at me, I haven't killed anyone."

"Besides, I'm from the intelligence team."

"You don't want to live anymore? So blatant."

Baijiu lowered his voice and whispered to Conan, pinching Conan's tender flesh with his fingers.

"Ah, it hurts!" Conan gasped and showed a hideous and painful expression.

"They were all demonstrating the exercises, it would be strange if anyone noticed."

Conan looked at Baijiu helplessly: "Also, I want to take this opportunity to ask you a question."

"Is Bourbon on this train?"

Baijiu did not choose to answer, but instead showed a wicked smile.

Kneading Conan's watery face: "Answer me first, you have————"

"What are you guys whispering about behind my back?" Sera blinked her big eyes, leaned closer and listened to their conversation.

"Nothing... nothing, we are just discussing the case." Conan shook his arms and legs.

Changing the subject, he pointed to the sofa opposite him and said, "Look, there are traces of gunfire there as well."

Conan looked at the black spots on the sofa cushions and said, "I think the murderer wanted to get the smoke residue from the shooting on the victim's cuffs."

"They wanted to make it look like suicide, so they had the body holding the gun and pretended the shot missed and hit the sofa opposite."

Conan shook his head and said in a coquettish voice: "Please let me go, Brother Yi Yu, thank you."

Conan ran to the side, took out his cell phone and turned his back to Baijiu, seeming to be checking the contents on it.

Little did he know that the seemingly flawless operation was seen by Baijiu through the reflection of the window using his peripheral vision.

Shira crossed his arms and said, "According to what Conan said just now, there should be some gunpowder reaction left on the murderer's body."

"But." Sera looked at the scenery passing by outside the window.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he said, "Just wash your hands to remove the residue. The clothes should be thrown out of the window of the room."

She turned sideways, smiling, "But what is certain is that the criminal must still be on the train. He will definitely not be able to escape."

Conan put away his phone and faced the Baigai group: "Anyway, you guys go back to the room with Sister Xiaolan and wait."

"Ah?" They all said in frustration, "We want to help, too."

"Me too!!"

"We are the Junior Detective Team."

"Conan, you are so deceitful."

"Investigate! Investigate! Investigate!"

Conan gritted his teeth, his whole body trembled slightly, and his attitude suddenly changed.

He yelled at them: "I'm talking to you guys! Am I usually too gentle with you guys?! Don't come here and meddle in other people's business!!"

"Before I come back, you must lock the door of your room! No matter who knocks on the door, you must not open it!"

Sera and Baijiu looked at Conan meaningfully.

"Why are you suddenly like this? You look scary." Yuantai complained.

"Conan, why are you so mean to me... We just want to help you out of kindness."

Ayumi pursed her lips and held them in her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, as if they would flow out from the corners of her eyes in the next second.

Baijiu walked towards the detective team and stopped in front of Ayumi.

He stroked her gently and comforted her: "Because Conan is worried about you. After all, the murderer is still wandering on the train. Isn't it very dangerous?"

Baijiu smiled and said, "You guys think so, isn't it?"

"But.....isn't Conan also——"

"Okay, I'll trouble you to take care of those children." Sera came to the corridor and put his arms around Sonoko and Xiaolan's shoulders.

"Well, okay, I'll call dad and tell him first."

Xiaolan was about to take out her cell phone when her attention was drawn to the deep male voice next to her.

Baijiu leaned against the wall, looked around comfortably, tore off a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth.

Sure enough, the surrounding tenants opened their doors one after another and came to watch.

Mr. Anton asked, "What's going on? Why is it so noisy here?"

The wealthy lady held up the mirror and put on her lipstick: "Could it be that the mystery puzzle held this time has already started?"

"No, there just happened here."

"A real murder!"

Baijiu raised his eyes and stared at the tenants who were watching around him, using his peripheral vision to detect their expressions and the situation around them.

His hands naturally went into his pockets, his thumbs silently tapping the screen.

He quietly sent the message, exhaled a breath of hot air from his nose, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"what?"

"A real murder?"

Ms. Gasha covered her nose with disgust on her face: "It's really horrible. I can't stand real corpses. The smell of blood is really uncomfortable."

"Anyway! Mr. Commander!"

Shiliang held his arm and said, "Please stop the train immediately and tell all the passengers on board not to leave the room until the police arrive."

"Yes, it is!"

"boom!!!"

There was another shrill roar, and an announcement was made inside the car.

【Please note that due to an incident that occurred on board earlier, this train is currently considering changing its original schedule and temporarily stopping at the platform closest to the current location. 】

【We would like to express our deepest apologies for the inconvenience caused to all passengers. 】

[All passengers, please stay in your rooms until we give you instructions. ]

【Please don't go out. 】

Huibara hid behind Xiaolan, her two little hands tightly hugging her thighs, her brows furrowed, and she looked around with an uneasy look.

This feeling of fear...has lasted from just now until now.

And...what was the reason for Conan's tough attitude just now?

Suddenly, Huibara's pupils trembled violently, and fear went straight into her heart. She grabbed the corner of Xiaolan's clothes and hid to the right, trying to hide herself.

There were beads of cold sweat on Haibara's face, and the sweat was rolling down her forehead. She looked at Akai, whose face was covered with burns. Suddenly, her mind went blank and she froze in place.

"Eh? You're on this train too, Mr. Amuro?"

Xiaolan's greeting interrupted Huibara's panicked thoughts.

How come...this man is also in this car?