The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 8 Phone Puzzle!

When the eleventh cycle began, everyone gathered around the satellite phone on the conference room table.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

The telephone rang simultaneously on both sides of the plane and the Maori Detective Agency.

Naoko Okamura, who was sitting next to the phone, rolled her throat up and down. She had not drunk a sip of water since the incident, and now she could only swallow her saliva and clear her throat.

Silent silence.

The others stared at the eye-catching red in silence, watching the telephone wire hanging from the landline vibrate slightly with the sound.

Aside from Lin Sheng, Datian Xiaochuan repeatedly observed the reactions of everyone present—the chef, the flight attendant, the doctor...

Datian Xiaochuan saw Lin Sheng staring at the scenery outside the plane window in a trance, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

What a strange man, he thought.

It was as if to this person, the ever-rolling clouds were more important than the murder on the plane or his dead secretary.

Ota Xiaochuan has not given up trying to solve the case yet.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze from Lin Sheng and returned to observing and speculating on the three suspects.

What was the motive for the murder?

As everyone moved to a conference room equipped with satellite phones, every corner of the crime scene was cleaned up under everyone's supervision.

Now those possible evidences are displayed one by one on the conference table.

Oota Xiaochuan even felt in his heart that he could try to compete with Detective Maori.

After all, I now know more details than Detective Maori, his eyes moved over the pieces of evidence.

I could see the suspects' faces, hear their tones, and the detectives solving the mystery over the phone—

Detective Maori can only rely on the noisy phone and his imagination of the crime scene.

A wait of less than a minute felt like a century.

With a "click", the call was connected.

A low and slightly rough voice followed, but the tone on the phone sounded a bit lazy.

"Hello, this is the Mori Detective Agency."
The detective's leeway, this was the first thought that came to the mind of everyone who heard this voice.

He truly deserves to be called the "Sleeping Detective"! Even his tone of voice sounds like he's just woken up and still slumbering.

It was with such a casual tone that the voice came from the phone.

Time began to flow.

There was no movement as Lin Sheng had imagined.

The star disk in the sky did not move.

The sun and stars that existed simultaneously, the day and night, did not rewind to the correct time like pressing the rewind button on a video.

There were no invisible waves, or some invisible hand sweeping across the sky, the clouds, and the plane.

Apart from the sounds of screws being tightened or gears turning that I heard in my mind, everything was normal like a normal day.

Just a blink of an eye and the cycle is over.

It was as if everything he had been seeing for the past "hour" had been an illusion.

But the extra sense of time in his body clearly told Lin Sheng that all this was not an illusion, nor was it a mental illness that caused a misunderstanding of time.

It was now exactly 12:12 p.m. on December th. A number popped up in Lin Sheng's mind, and then he looked down at his watch which had returned to normal.

Everything was perfect except the second hand.

"Time sense", or call it "timeline sense", this is the ability Lin Sheng gained after the end of this cycle.

Now, even without looking at any clock, Lin Sheng can accurately tell the specific time on his timeline.

Chi Feichi must really want this ability, Lin Sheng smiled, and he remembered the protagonist of a Conan fan fiction he had read.

For the Maori Detective Agency, today is a typical sunny winter day.

Although the sun was fake, it didn't give off any warmth when it shone on people. "Ran! I helped Inspector Megure solve another case yesterday! Do you want to know how I solved it?"

Regardless of whether he has become smaller or not, Kudo Shinichi is prone to revealing this "asking for a beating" expression, especially in the eyes of Kogoro.

"You little brat! Don't do that in front of me..." A "well" character appeared above Kogoro's head. "Damn it, I'm the 'Sleeping Detective'!"

Fell on the table, Maori Kogoro buried his face in his arms and made a dull sound: "Why are there no cases during this period of time——"

"Shinichi! Don't mention this in front of Dad!"

Xiaolan showed an angelic smile: "Otherwise, I will ask you to practice karate with me!"

"What?" Kudo Shinichi, who hadn't shrunk yet, pouted. "It's just an unknown newspaper I found somewhere. I think it must be a printing error! Maybe the original intention was to print 'Mouri Kogoro'!"

"Stinky boy!"

"Shinichi!"

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

Just as Xiaolan was about to attack Shinichi, the phone in the office rang.

Maori Kogoro's eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed the phone and showed Kudo Shinichi his carefree, long-lost smug look:

"As expected! My reputation cannot be underestimated!"

"What? It's just a stroke of luck... Maybe they'll find some cats and dogs for you again..."

Before Shinichi could finish his words, Maori Kogoro's expression had already turned serious due to the message coming from the other end of the phone:
"What?! A murder, and now you're all stuck on a plane?"

This is what makes Kogoro different as a detective from other young detectives who are obsessed with solving mysteries -

Although he also has a strong sense of justice, as a former criminal policeman, he understands that living people are the most important.

Therefore, even if he saw a stranger lying on the ground, he would go to rescue him without hesitation. Even if a criminal was in danger of his life, he would even sacrifice his own life to save him.

"Then you must first ensure that everyone is together to ensure safety!"

"Yes, we have actually done that." Naoko Okamura breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, a real detective is more trustworthy than believing in some low-level detective enthusiasts. The first concern is not the information about the case but everyone's safety.

Listening to the calm and serious voice coming from the phone, with the hoarseness unique to middle-aged men, Naoko Okamura had already imagined the image of a mature middle-aged man.

"Murder case?" Kudo Shinichi shrugged, although he didn't think there was really a murder case that Uncle Mori would solve. "Isn't it another child's prank?"

But seeing Uncle Maori's sudden serious expression, he added a bit of seriousness to his tone: "Uncle Maori, set it to hands-free mode. I want to hear the details too."

Kogoro glared at him fiercely, but considering that the case had to be solved as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the passengers, he still pressed the hands-free button.

Of course, if it were Conan, he might not only try to "monopolize" the case, but also compete with other detectives to see who can find the murderer first...

"Here's the situation..." the flight attendant briefly described the incident. "And there just happened to be a detective enthusiast on the plane. We've already identified three suspects."

"Which three?" Shinichi interrupted. "The chef, the doctor, and you?"

"How do you know I am—"

Naoko Okamura was a little surprised, but considering that the person who guessed her identity was from the detective agency, she nodded subconsciously with a slightly bitter tone.

"Yes, I am the flight attendant, Okamura Naoko, but I really didn't kill anyone."

"There weren't many things scattered on the floor at the time of the incident," Naoko glanced at the table. "There was my name badge, a glass that had rolled under the seat, and a business plan for Mr. Lin."

"Then there are little odds and ends like pens and handkerchiefs."

"Now that the suspects have been narrowed down to only three," Kogoro Mouri stroked his beard. Although he still failed to successfully enter the "sleep mode" this time, he felt that the case was already very clear.

"The murderer is—the doctor! Hashimoto Tsubuna!"

"What!" This time, it was not just ordinary people who were surprised. Even Lin Sheng was ten or even nine times more surprised than others at Kogoro's speculation.

This is completely impossible!
Although he has discovered the unusualness of this scientific world, logically speaking, shouldn't Kogoro's speculation result be to eliminate a wrong answer?

Wait, Lin Sheng suddenly realized something. It seemed that, probably, perhaps, the doctor was not the murderer?
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