People are in Conan, but Ace Attorney

Chapter 168: Reversal of the Express, the Silver Star on the road to destruction (19)

—————May 3, 11:45 p.m.——————

—————Silver Star train, third car room————————

"What did you say? There's a bomb on the train?"

"Kid, this is no time for joking."

Kogoro Mouri's expression suddenly became serious.

Because Conan had just been brought back to the room by Mouri Ran, and he said such explosive things.

If there was a bomb on the train, it must have been planted by Habri Liebnand.

It seems that the trial that guy mentioned was just a cover and his purpose was to hijack the train.

The only question now is whether what Conan said is true or false.

Uncle Maori frowned, stared at Conan for a long time, and suddenly asked.

"Have you read 'Dark Night Baron' written by Yusaku Kudo recently?"

"I remember the book saying [Murder and explosions are the main themes of the train]————"

Xiaolan, who was standing behind Conan, blinked.

Huh? Dad actually reads this kind of novel? It's really surprising.

Although there are also books like mystery novels on the bookshelf.

"Really? I heard it in the first car."

"There is a man who told Brother Kuma that he has installed a bomb on the train and it can be detonated at any time."

"What did Kuma-sama say? That idiot asked me to be a clerk for his mobile court..."

Did you tell Kuma Sukawa that there was a bomb installed on the train that could explode at any time?
Uncle Maori couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt in his eyes.

If Conan is telling the truth, it means that Kuma Sukawa is an accomplice of the bomber.

But if that was true, then why was Kuma Sukawa still in the courtroom carriage?
If he was an accomplice of the bomber and had detonated the bomb, wouldn't he have been killed as well?
(Is there really a bomb? Is this true? It happened on the Shinkansen last time too...)
(Why are there bombs everywhere I go? Wait, there is one thing in common among all these things...)
Uncle Maori's gaze quietly fell on the Death God elementary school student next to him.

(Is this kid really the one causing trouble? If you think about it carefully, trouble happens wherever he goes.)
(Anyway, I can’t be the unlucky one. As the saying goes, a case attracts a detective. Well, that’s it.)
"Although I want to say that this is impossible, but, think about it carefully..."

"Even a train hijacked by a prisoner on death row could happen. What else is impossible?"

With a sigh, Uncle Maori decided to trust Conan this time.

I'm not afraid that this thing won't happen, I'm just afraid that this thing will happen.

If the bomb was really installed, everyone would die.

"Xiaolan, you and Conan stay here. I'm going to talk to Mr. Libnand about this."

Uncle Maori stood up, thought for a moment, and turned to look at Conan.

"Kid, did Kuma Sukawa and that guy tell me where the bomb was installed?"

"The ceiling...?"

"Ceiling? Can a bomb be installed on this thing?"

(I remember that Kuma Sukawa lived in the first car, so the bomb should also be in the first car.)
Pushing open the door, Uncle Maori walked out while thinking, but just in time he saw Takagi Wataru also coming out of the room.

The former criminal police officer and the current criminal police officer looked at each other, both of them were filled with surprise.

"Takagi? What are you doing out here?"

"Detective Maori, why are you out too?"

Uncle Maori and Takagi Wataru looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But soon, the flight attendant who was patrolling nearby came over and carefully grasped the submachine gun in his hand.

"Please, gentlemen, return to your rooms immediately. We have no intention of harming you."

"Please also cooperate with our work——————"

"I have something important to say to Mr. Liebnand! There's a bomb planted on this train!"

Standing behind Uncle Maori, Takagi Wataru was about to say that he was going to the toilet, but he was stunned when he heard Uncle Maori's shocking words.

Detective Maori is Detective Maori, worthy of being a senior in the police academy.

You find such a shocking excuse, won’t you get beaten if you can’t find the bomb when the time comes?
"Bomb? You said there was a bomb on the train? How is that possible? We are the ones who are protecting the Silver Star."

"Sir, please don't say such nonsense if you are sure there is a bomb."

"Then please point out the location of the bomb. If we find it, we will naturally take you to see the head of the family."

The flight attendant shook his head. He felt that Kogoro Mouri was simply making up lame excuses.

Were they not familiar with the Silver Star? They had been back and forth so many times, how could they not know whether the bomb was installed?

All carriages are patrolled, and other passengers definitely do not have the time or possibility to do so.

(Tsk, there's nothing I can do. I can only believe what that brat Conan says.)
Kogoro Mouri's expression suddenly became serious and he spoke bluntly.

"The bomb is on the ceiling of the first car!"

Tick, tick, tick.

There were footsteps coming from outside the door, probably a few people passing by in the corridor.

This is the third carriage, they are going to the first carriage——————

Conan had already discovered the meaningless train trick of splicing trains out of order.

In fact, the Death God Elementary School Student thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out the meaning of such a train trick.

(Why not go directly to Liebnand? Then I'll go by myself.)
Conan's eyes moved and he immediately jumped down from his seat.

"Conan, where are you going?"

Xiaolan was startled and stood up, just about to follow.

Then I saw Conan pushed the door open and left, leaving a message.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon!"

Crunch——————

The door is closed.

Mao Lilan's eyes widened, she didn't understand.

Why are everyone walking around? Don’t the patrol attendants outside exist?

On the other side, in a room in the fourth carriage.

MASTER Dongya casually plucked the strings of the guitar, producing discordant music.

His playing level is totally inconsistent with his reputation.

After all, MASTER means master—a master of guitar playing.

"...How interesting! You will not sit still and wait for death. The only question now is where you are."

"Let me guess, is it this little gap above your head?"

MASTER Dongya raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

As expected, Gin should rely on the space above to move.

Click.

The guitar case was opened and the interlayer contained parts of two pistols.

MASTER Dongmi fiddled with various parts absentmindedly.

In just a few seconds, the two pistols were assembled.

He quickly loaded the magazines into the two pistols, and then put them into the stocks hidden in his coat.

"The next step is the [strong note] of the movement."

The guitar player said so.

(End of this chapter)