Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Someone brought a bomb onto the train!"

"Ah, a bomb!" screamed the tall and thin and fat and short flight attendants.

"Yes, there are people on the train with bombs. If the passengers are not evacuated quickly, the Shinkansen will explode!"

To make the image more vivid, Conan also drew a circle with his arms.

"Okay, okay, stop teasing adults."

"Well, it's not good to not believe what a child says." The fat flight attendant laughed, "Uncle will go and ask Kamen Rider to come over and help, wait a moment!"

Conan was speechless:

No, no one believed me.

He gradually understood the limitations of children and began to shift his target, preparing to run to the scene of the commotion to see what was going on.

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He slipped in past the flight attendant, only to be confronted by a trio of men on the way.

"Conan, is there anything interesting happening?"

"If there's anything, please tell us."

Conan was dumbfounded and ashamed.

He rushed to the carriage where the screams came from. There were people maintaining order in the aisle, and all the passengers were in their original seats. Conan finally saw the situation through the gaps between the other people's thighs. A man was unconscious in his seat.

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172 Poisoning

"Hurry back to the carriage, someone died." Conan said as he squeezed in among the crew.

A male flight attendant reminded him:

"Little boy, you can't run around!"

Conan ignored him and leaned over to the edge of his seat to check the state of the body:

There are no external injuries.

Is it caused by a sudden illness?

Conan quickly denied his own inference. If it was a sudden illness, the train would not have stopped specifically.

After some searching, Conan finally found something strange:

There are multiple pinholes on the man's right hand.

Just as he was about to investigate the surrounding objects, he was lifted up by the scruff of the neck again. The flight attendant said sternly:

"Little boy, hurry back to your own carriage! Do you know where your seat is? I'll take you back."

Conan was worried in his heart:

Damn it, it’s so inconvenient to move around in this state.

By the way, call uncle over!

"I can go back by myself!" Conan said with a wry smile. As soon as he landed on the ground, he ran away. Before he even entered the carriage, he was caught by Mao Lilan who was waiting for him.

"Conan!" Ran Mao Li glared at him.

Conan thought to himself:

Xiaolan is angry!

However, when he thought about his current identity as just another kid, he started to act badly.

"I have to keep a close eye on you this time."

Mao Lilan was stern at first, then she sighed slightly, looking somewhat helpless.

"Sister Xiaolan..." Conan took this opportunity to act like a spoiled child, "I know I was wrong! But now there is something that I'd better inform uncle about."

"Here you go again. You must be trying to distract me and take the opportunity to escape!"

In the eyes of Ran Mouri, Conan has become a clever and restless child, and the protagonist of the story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf".

"No, there's a murder on the train. It would be better to call Uncle Maori Kogoro! This way, the train can return to normal quickly."

Although even if he came, there is a high probability that he would not be able to solve the problem.

Conan laughed and said, after all, if it really doesn't work, he will take out Dr. Agasa's props like last time, install a watch with a sleeping needle, shoot his uncle again, then take out the bow tie voice changer and do it himself...

He couldn't help but consider the feasibility of doing the same in the future. After all...

It's quite enjoyable.

"Okay, I'll trust you again." Mao Lilan walked to her original seat and pulled Mao Li Kogoro who was snoring:

"Dad, don't sleep! Conan said that there was a murder in the car."

Detectives are more professional in this world. When a murder is discovered, it is like a scene where emergency treatment is needed, just like a doctor is needed. Maori Kogoro is still a little dizzy:

"what?"

"A murder has occurred," Mao Lilan repeated.

"Murder, murder!" Kogoro Mouri shouted.

"Dad, keep your voice down!" Mao Lilan urged him, "Conan said that the train stopped for this reason. Dad, you should go over and take a look."

After solving the case involving the popular idol Nakano Yoko last time, Maori Kogoro regained his confidence. When he heard about the murder, his mind cleared up and he hurried to the end of the carriage to find Conan waiting:

"You little devil, are you lying?"

"Really, uncle!" Conan pulled Kogoro Mouri's trouser leg and came to the carriage where the murder occurred.

"Give way! Give way!"

"Who are you? Don't disrupt order!" The flight attendant stopped Kogoro Mouri.

"I'm a detective," Maori Kogoro coughed, "My name is Maori Kogoro, haven't you heard of it?"

The flight attendant shook his head.

Maori Kogoro was embarrassed. At present, he was still at the stage of being unknown.

But the female flight attendant next to him felt that it was a last-ditch effort and cleared the self-proclaimed detective Maori Kogoro in. Conan took the opportunity to lie down beside Maori Kogoro's legs and squeezed into the scene.

"It looks like there are no external injuries," Mao Li took a quick look and asked the flight attendant, "When did this gentleman die?"

"About ten minutes ago."

The flight attendant replied:

"When he collapsed, clutching his chest, we were already inside the train, asking if there was a doctor. Then, this doctor, Dr. Tabe, examined him, but the gentleman was already dead."

A doctor named Tabe stepped forward and said to Maori Kogoro:

"The cause of death was probably a heart attack. We checked his luggage and found a medical history book. The gentleman had regular medical checkups and did not suffer from any cardiovascular disease... I thought it might be poisoning, so I asked the flight attendant to notify the police."

At this time, a female flight attendant also ran back, followed by the police.

When Tianbe saw the flight attendant return, he said:

"It was this flight attendant who heard the deceased say 'the needle is poisonous' before he died, so I came to this conclusion."

"Needle?" Kogoro Mouri was slightly stunned.

Conan, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he shouted:

"Ah!"

When Maori Kogoro looked over, Conan raised the dead man's hand with an innocent look:

"Uncle, this is so strange! There are several red spots on this uncle's hand!"

"Really?" Kogoro Mouri quickly checked the wounds of the deceased.

His experience as a police officer enabled him to quickly identify the type of wound:

eye of a needle.

The deceased was probably stabbed by a poison needle before his death... Maori Kogoro came to this conclusion and gave Conan a slap on the shoulder:

"You little brat, this is the scene. Can you just come in casually?"

Conan covered his head in pain:

Uncle Kogoro is so violent!

At this time, Inspector Megure came to the rescue.

"Brother Maori! Why are you here again?"

Inspector Megure was a bit confused. In his mind, Maori Kogoro was still the bad detective who only made trouble. The reasoning he made when he fell asleep last time might be just like winning the first prize in a shopping mall lottery ticket, a coincidence.

He asked someone to calm the passengers, asked Takagi to collect evidence and question the people at the scene, and then called forensic personnel to conduct an on-site investigation.

In order to show off in front of Megure, Maori Kogoro straightened his back and coughed twice:

"Inspector Megure, I suspect the deceased was poisoned. He shouted 'the needle is poisonous' before he died, and there are round holes and red spots on his right hand that appear to have been caused by a needle. Judging from the state of the wound, he may have come into contact with an object that looks like a hedgehog."

Seeing that Maori made a well-reasoned inference, Inspector Megure began to waver in his thoughts:

Maybe this lame detective has finally come to his senses!

Okay, then trust him again.

Conan took this opportunity to continue his investigation. He saw that the deceased was wearing a gold Rolex, and the computer page that fell on the ground showed a stock page, so he judged that the deceased had made a lot of money with stocks. In addition, the flight attendant just said that the deceased died ten minutes ago, and the cause of death was heart paralysis, so he confirmed that it was a strong poison from animals and plants, that is, the time of poisoning was fifteen minutes ago.

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173 Pun

This information was not enough, what must he have missed... Conan continued to check, and suddenly, he noticed a faint smell of orange juice and found that the pants of the man in the suit were a little sticky, confirming that he had spilled a drink.

He checked the surrounding seats and the ground but found no water stains left by the drinks.

This person has been to the restaurant.

Conan came to the conclusion. When he was tracking the man in black, he had been to the restaurant, but he only watched from a distance. He remembered that there was a commotion at the time, and many diners left the restaurant halfway. He looked at his watch to check the time. The man in the suit left the restaurant about 25 minutes ago.

In other words, the scene could very well be a restaurant!

The situation was chaotic at the time, and Conan simulated in his mind what would be the right time for the murderer to strike.

The murderer must have taken advantage of the suit man's inattention and stuffed the object with a needle on the surface into his pocket.

pocket……

Conan was about to search his pockets when the forensic officer grabbed him by the collar.

"Little boy, this is not the place for you to run around. Go back to your own carriage."

Conan kept an awkward smile on his face, but in his heart he was thinking about how to fool the man. He came up with a plan:

"It's Uncle Maori."

He told the investigators:

"Uncle Maori said that the criminal might have found an opportunity to put something like a hedgehog into this uncle's pocket, so he asked me to come over and help take a look..."

The forensic officer was skeptical, but seeing that Inspector Megure trusted Detective Mori very much, he left Conan behind and checked the pockets of the man in the suit.

"There were indeed traces of sharp objects in the pocket, although they were very shallow."

Conan put on a proud look on his face:

really!

He thought again of the bomb, so there was no time for complacency.

Conan was thinking in his mind. He had to solve this case as quickly as possible, then shoot Maori Kogoro with a sleeping needle, and use the adults to explain the matter related to the two men in black. Maori Kogoro's words, who successfully solved the case, would be enough for the police to do some investigation.

There is another difficulty!

He still doesn't know the whereabouts of the person who made a deal with the man in black!

Even if the explosion was delayed, it didn't mean that the people on the train were safe. At this point, if the two men in black were provoked, they would probably drag all the people on the Shinkansen with them to their deaths.