Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 242 → Adding Changes→Rolling and Pulling
Until the night was dark, Conan still did not give up.

At the same time, he didn't let Bai Shu go.

On the way to the box through the dark corridor, Conan kept falling behind the white tree, whispering behind his back, trying to make this guy with good observation skills and seemingly good memory remember something:
"Really, I've seen this kind of case where the robbers didn't grab anything and turned back empty-handed. They even said the same lines before retreating! The time... was when I was a child. You were older than me at that time, you should Learn more about current events."

Bai Shu calculated Fujiwara Naoki's age in his mind, and said without hesitation:
"When you were a child, I didn't grow up much, okay. I'm not like you. I love reasoning so much since I was a child. Did you ever see a similar reasoning drama and confuse it with a case?" .”

"No." Conan said firmly.

When he was in the restaurant just now, he had sorted out all the mystery novels and police movies he had read, in order of publication chronology, from beginning to end at least twice, but found nothing.

Unable to remember in the end, Conan followed the others back to the box wearily.

When Mori Kogoro entered, he yawned as he was blown by the air conditioner at a moderate temperature.

Now it was time for him to go to bed, and he was very sleepy after drinking some wine just now. After a brief wash, he quickly took off his coat and lay down on the bed with all his clothes on.

He fell asleep unsteadily in the rocking car, woke up thirsty halfway, and wanted to go down to find a glass of water.

Just sat up, but found that the other three were all awake.

Bai Shu and Xiao Lan were sitting on the ground playing poker, while Conan was lying by the window, staring at the dark sky outside and thinking hard.

That's right, he hasn't let go of the flash of déjà vu before, and his intuition tells him that this is a very important matter—perhaps it is closely related to a certain human life.

Kogoro Moori looked at his watch, and said speechlessly, "It's already four o'clock, do you still want your hair?"

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? We haven't reached the age of hair loss yet." Xiaolan played the last two cards in her hand, put her hands together and smiled, "Haha, good luck, I won again!"

"Hmm..." Bai Shu threw the remaining cards into the deck, watching Xiao Lan happily gather up the cards and reshuffle them.

Even mind reading can't win on this card.

Ou Huang is really scary.

While leaning his head to watch Xiaolan shuffling the cards, he vaguely heard a cracking sound coming from the next door.

Bai Shu tilted his head slightly, and glanced out the window.

It was pitch black outside, and the shiny car windows were like a black mirror, reflecting the warm scene inside the house, separating everything from the outside world.

The other three did not fail to notice the abnormality - when the train was running, whether it was the sound of the wind or the sound of the rails rubbing against the ground, they could easily cover up some movements that should not have been missed.

A few minutes later, the car entered the tunnel with a whirring sound, the air pressure changed, and there was an uncomfortable feeling of oppression in the ears.

Conan turned his head, covered his ear and pressed it. At this moment, a voice like a narration suddenly flashed in his mind——

[The sound of gunfire and screams was crushed and swallowed by the roaring train in the tunnel...]

"……",what?
It's like hallucinations.Conan subconsciously turned his head to observe the other people, only to find that except for Bai Shu who glanced in a certain direction, the other two were normal.

...Wait, this can't be "excepted".

There is indeed a problem!
Conan turned around and ran to the side of the white tree, "What did you hear?"

"?" Bai Shu withdrew his gaze, "What's wrong?"

Conan hesitated to repeat what he heard in his "auditory hallucination", but before he could speak, there was a faint explosion outside.

This time, all four heard it.

But because the sound was too far away, they could hear it very vaguely. The reaction of several people was to stand still in place and prick up their ears, trying to make sure if they heard it wrong.

In this state, the chaotic screams that followed were very conspicuous.

This time it is absolutely true, it cannot be an illusion.

"Who made such a scary cry?" Mouri Kogoro got up, ran to the door, opened the door halfway, and looked around, "Before the scream, there seemed to be other movements..."

"It's gunfire!" Conan blurted out.

He didn't actually hear the gunshot, but for some reason he was pretty sure the answer was right.

It was as if a drama was being staged in front of him, and he happened to see the script somewhere in advance. He was immersed in illusory memories, and said slowly, "Someone was shot."

"You've watched too many gangster movies." Mori Kogoro smacked Conan's head rudely, "Return the gunfire, why don't you talk about the maglev gun?"

"...I'm not joking." Conan pushed his hand away, not knowing how to explain this.

But soon, the strange voice in my head came again.

【The man is like a hungry beast, walking through the dark passage...】

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Conan hammered himself on the head twice, as if this would knock out the strange narration.

Xiaolan grabbed his hand strangely, "What's the matter."

When the attention of several people turned to Conan, there was a rush of footsteps from far to near.

Conan raised his head sharply, and saw a person wearing a peaked cap, brown glasses and a mask, running past their door quickly.

It looks like the irascible old man who bumped into Mori Kogoro, but there is one thing that is different from the daytime - he is wearing a windbreaker, and his appearance is suddenly more suspicious than before.

Mori Kogoro and Conan stepped into the corridor at the same time, watching him suspiciously and vigilantly.

In the end, the man stopped after running for about ten meters, and opened the door of the box beside him.

He took out a gun out of nowhere, and fired a flat shot into his box first—probably smashing the window, then he turned the gun and slammed it in the direction of Mori Kogoro and Conan.

The latter was startled at the same time, and subconsciously raised his arms to cover his head. At this time, a pair of hands stretched out from the door, one on each side, and quickly dragged them back into the room.

There were two gunshots, and the bullets slammed into the door frame, and bounced into the corridor with huge kinetic energy.

The gunshots amplified by the corridor made the heart beat faster, Kogoro Mori clicked his tongue, thinking that the kid was right again.

"It's so unqualified to shoot randomly in such a narrow place." Bai Shu loosened the collars of the two, looked at the bullets embedded in the wall, and was very dissatisfied with the masked man.

"...It's not a question of quality!" Xiaolan took out her phone and quickly pressed 110.

While she was dialing, Mori Kogoro and Conan poked their heads out again without fear of death, and found that the masked man was gone, and when his box door was half open, they rushed over regardless of the danger.

Conan ran very vigorously, his legs turned like two hot wheels, miraculously not much slower than Kogoro Mori.

But in fact, he didn't have much hope in his heart.

That strange voice came again.

It is like a calm and cold prophet, ignoring the panic of the audience, just blindly using its own rhythm, telling the real but unpleasant words——

【But the man is no longer there...】

(End of this chapter)