Conan, I'm an actor

“I understand.” Amuro Tooru took a deep breath. “Where do you plan to make your move? I’ll cooperate.”

"Cooperate?" Shinjo stroked his chin and chuckled. "No need. It's just playing around with them. It shouldn't come to that. Besides, there's Vermouth in the car. That guy has a good relationship with the BOSS. I don't want to be hunted down all over the world by the organization."

"You've already destroyed half of the organization's assets, what are you afraid of?"

"The tactic of using reverse psychology is really clumsy."

at the same time

Inside carriage number 8, in An Dongyu's room

At that moment, Mr. Anton was fixing the glass to the door of his carriage, and a cruel smile appeared on his face in the mirror.

"Don't worry, madam, I will avenge you immediately. That guy, I will definitely send him to hell." Mr. Anton, who was busy with his work, suddenly looked up, saw his own face, and froze.

Picking up the pistol from his bag, he decided to give the guy another chance. If the guy was willing to turn himself in, he could still get off that train.

He didn't notice a peculiar ornament on the ceiling of the room—or rather, a surveillance camera disguised as an ornament.

This camera is wireless and has a very short transmission range, so the person responsible for monitoring it is in the same carriage.

"Is that guy about to make a move?" Terai Kinosuke asked, standing behind his young master.

"Take action? I think he's probably giving that guy a chance. If I were the prisoner, I would install the last pane of glass and be fully prepared before leaving, instead of doing this half-heartedly." Kaito Kuroba, disguised as an old woman, stood up from his wheelchair. "Grandpa Terai, I'm leaving the train conductor to you. Buy me ten minutes."

"Young Master, are you really going to become an accomplice?" Terai Kinosuke asked with some concern.

"There's something I really agree with that guy said," Kaito suddenly laughed. "I'm just a deliveryman. Even if something really happens, it's none of my business."

Terai Kinosuke sighed, feeling that associating with such a guy wouldn't be good for his young master. However, since this guy had just saved his young master not long ago, he'd just repay the favor this time. He would definitely advise his young master to stay away from that dangerous fellow afterward.

While the butler was distracting the train conductor, Kaito took out a spare key he had prepared beforehand, unlocked the carriage door, put the gold picture frame inside, and took the original picture frame with him.

On the other side, they heard Etsuto Murohashi's incoherent ramblings.

Anton was about to draw his pistol. This guy had killed so many people to steal those paintings, and now he was gloating over it! But he decided to let the guy see the world a little longer; this was his final act of mercy.

“Those kids should be completely stumped by the mystery puzzles we designed right now.” Murohashi Etsuto picked up his coffee. “Now we can move on to the next step of the project. Let’s leave it at that for now…”

Looking at the incessantly rambling madman in front of him, Anton's lips curled into a genuine smile, choosing to continue listening to Death's pronouncements. The more he talked, the less guilty he felt, because it made him increasingly believe that this guy deserved to die.

I really look forward to shooting him. I bet the expression on his face at that moment will be quite delightful.

With that thought in mind, he got up, said goodbye to Etsuto Murohashi, and returned to his room.

He had barely entered his room when he realized something was wrong. His picture frame was missing. There was another picture frame on the floor, but the pattern on that one was completely different from his original one.

He glanced at the carriage door, then stamped his foot in frustration. It must be because someone overheard him telling the conductor that the picture frame was pure gold, and that's why…

In this situation, my plan can't be implemented. If things get out of hand, it will be troublesome if that guy comes out and identifies me.

Just as he was about to remove the glass and put it back into the frame, he realized something was wrong, because the frame was unusually heavy and seemed to be made of pure gold.

At this point, his mind went blank. How could a thief steal a fake picture frame and then replace it with a real one? Then he noticed a small card under the frame with only one line of small print: "Go for it."

He subconsciously looked towards the doorway, then glanced out the window. After confirming that no one was watching him, he lit the card and only let go of it when it was almost burned.

Knowing that someone was helping him, he became even more determined to take revenge and kill that guy!

"Who told you to say such a thing? Besides, you designed all of this yourself. Dying by your own design must be quite interesting for a madman like you." Anton Yu seemed to be trying to convince himself, so he slapped his face hard, and then he began to immerse himself in the work of installing the glass.

Securing these panes of glass to the door was no easy task, and the adhesive would need to be removed later, so Mr. Anton was very careful.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Murohashi Etsuto calling. Although he wanted nothing more than to kill the guy, he decided to listen to what he had to say.

Thirty seconds later, Anton hung up the phone. "The dining car?"

Looking at the carriage he had finished decorating, he felt a bit of a headache. If it were before, he might have left the carriage without hesitation, at most locking the door behind him.

But at this moment, the carriage door was no longer safe, and he had to stay inside the carriage.

After hesitating for a moment, he sent a text message saying that he had some things to take care of and would not be going to the dining car for the time being.

Before he could even send the message, he saw thick smoke billowing outside, so thick it seemed to have set the entire mountain ablaze. Seeing this, his pupils contracted, and his whole body trembled.

The people in the dining car who witnessed the unexpected fire all looked grim. Murohashi Etsuto immediately stood up and hurriedly paid his bill. Other passengers also left their seats one after another, behaving rudely. Even the oblivious Kogoro Mouri noticed something was amiss.

It was at this moment that Conan and his friends discovered the mystery was fake when they were verifying it with the train captain.

They returned to their room in carriage number seven and began discussing the true and false puzzles.

"In this situation, the only way is to find the passenger who played the victim and ask them for clarification," Sera said.

"That's all we can do for now," Conan said with a hint of helplessness. "Or, let's go together."

"Alright." Sonoko nodded seriously.

Before long, they arrived at carriage number 8, but when they knocked on the door of carriage number 8, there was no response.

"Uncle, the trap has already been discovered." Sonoko turned the doorknob impatiently.

It's her train anyway, and she booked this carriage, so being a little rough around the edges is fine. Even if customers complain, with this pampered young lady standing by, the train staff won't be bothered.

When he opened the door, he saw an iron chain lying between the door and the door frame; it was a chain lock used to lock the door.

"That's weird, the old man inside seems to be asleep." Sonoko sniffed. "What's that smell?"

"Sonoko, move aside." Sera Masumi sniffed and pushed Sonoko aside. She froze when she saw what was happening inside the carriage. "This is..."

"The smell of gunpowder... that old man's pistol must have really been fired," Conan said to Sera. "Anyway, let's open the door first."

"I'll go find the spare key!" Sonoko said immediately.

"This is a mechanical lock, we have to break the chain!" Conan said, somewhat exasperated, as he clung to the door frame. "Sera-nee, let's break the door frame together!"

"it is good!"

With the combined force of the two violent freaks, one big and one small, the chains, which were originally just decorations, snapped in the middle, the door opened, and Conan and Sera rushed in first, followed closely by Ai.

"Is this a performance? It's so cool!" Genta exclaimed.

"I guess...that's it." Mitsuhiko seemed to have sensed something, but wasn't sure.

Sera checked the guy's pupils, just as Ai, who had followed, suddenly interrupted her.

"His head is completely punched through; even Superman couldn't possibly survive under those circumstances."

“That’s true.” Sera released the other person’s eyelids. “It’s confirmed that he’s dead. He must have just died recently.”

The train conductor, who had come over to observe the situation, was also startled and completely lost his composure. If Sonoko hadn't told him to call the police, he wouldn't have known what to do.

Because the train accident occurred while it was in motion, the train conductor could only call the Metropolitan Police Department. After the Metropolitan Police Department inquired about the location of the accident, they were instructed to call the police station at the final stop, which is Nagoya.

"What did you say? The Metropolitan Police Department wants us to go to Nagoya to report the crime?" Sonoko's spoiled temper flared up instantly. "What time is it now! How far is Nagoya from here? We're stopping at the next stop!"

"This..." the train conductor hesitated, "I'll go ask."

“Actually, it doesn’t need to be that complicated. We can just unload this carriage at the next station.” Conan looked at the train conductor. “By the way, conductor, is there surveillance footage inside this train?”

"This is a special train belonging to the Suzuki family. Those who ride this train are all extremely wealthy and powerful. They are very concerned about their privacy, so..." The conductor felt like he was about to cry.

It's so unfortunate that my young lady finally gets to ride a luxury train, only to encounter such an unlucky thing as a dead person.

"Isn't there any surveillance footage?" Sonoko's eyes sharpened. "Isn't this..."

“There was a train conductor in each carriage. I saw Mr. Murohashi before the train entered the tunnel.” The conductor recalled, “The incident should have happened within those 20 minutes. Also, didn’t you break the chain on this door? This could very well be a suicide case.”

“There are no burn marks near the temple, which is clearly evidence that the killer fired from a distance,” Sera Masumi said seriously. “Locking the door with chains may have involved some kind of technique.”

“This pistol is equipped with a suppressor, which can suppress muzzle flash to some extent,” Haibara said, looking at the pistol in Murohashi’s hand. “The burn marks near the temple cannot be used as conclusive evidence.”

"Conductor, could you please ask if anyone ran from carriage 8 to carriage 7 during that time?" Conan said immediately. "If no one did, even if it was murder, the murderer must still be in carriage 8."

A dozen minutes later

Carriage number 8 was left behind, while the other carriages continued on their way. This unusual situation quickly attracted the attention of passengers, and many demanded an explanation from the train authorities.

"Hey, is this really going to be okay?" Kaito asked with some concern.

He was a little intimidated by that detective brat. That kid was far too perceptive. If he were to reveal that he was Kaito Kid, he really wouldn't have a chance to escape from this train.

“Don’t worry about that, the little girl will explain it to you,” Shinjo said, propping his head up with his hand. “I’ll leave that to you; I have more important things to take care of here.”

"Those bombs..."

"Don't worry, I should be able to dismantle it." Shinjo fiddled with the tools in his hand. "I'm just a little curious about what those guys will do. Besides, someone dying is a troublesome thing, and I think I'll be getting calls from some people questioning me soon."

"Whose?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll handle it."

Vermouth, who was in one of the carriages, looked at carriage number 8, which had been placed to the side, and felt a bit of a headache.

According to the original plan, she or Bourbon should have lured Sherry to the last carriage and killed her. Now that Sherry and the little boy are both in carriage 8, the plan has naturally fallen through.

"What do we do now? Should we get off the train?" Amuro Tooru asked.

“Get off the train. It’s already surrounded by police. If we get off now, we’ll definitely be arrested as suspects.” Vermouth shook her head. “Let’s find a way to uncouple the last train car and then detonate the explosives. I don’t want to be blown up on the train.”

"Then..." Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment before asking, "What about those guys?"

"Never mind," Vermouth said decisively.

"Are we just going to ignore it?" Amuro Tooru's face showed a hint of surprise. "This is the Japanese branch..."

“Under Rum’s leadership, they’re going to die sooner or later,” Vermouth said coldly. “That guy isn’t very strong, but he’s arrogant and headstrong. He’s only reluctantly taking on this group of guys that Gin doesn’t want because he has no other options right now. Even if he gets out of the hospital, he’ll find a way to get rid of them, because the mole who got him arrested by the police is among them.”

Chapter 321 Train (Bomb)

"How could this be!" Amuro Tooru realized his mistake immediately and tried to salvage the situation. "Even if the organization wants to purge the Japanese branch, it needs a plausible reason! Right now, the Japanese branch is in dire need of..."

“The organization originally planned to abandon the Japanese branch; otherwise, do you think they would have let this clueless nepotism hire replace Rum in his original position?” Vermouth looked at her fingernails. “But Bourbon, there’s something I need to ask you: are you a rat too?”

"What are you saying? I don't understand." Amuro Tooru's expression gradually stiffened.

“Rei Furuya, right?” Vermouth had already produced a small women’s pistol in her hand, the muzzle pointed at Tooru Amuro’s forehead, but Tooru Amuro had not yet had time to draw his gun.

"Did Mr. Shinjo tell you that?" Amuro Tooru seemed calmer after seeing the gun drawn.

“Do you think that guy would say something so damn serious?” Vermouth stared at Bourbon in front of her and suddenly laughed. “I should have thought of that a long time ago. I should have thought of it when he asked me for people.”

Amuro Tooru surveyed the interior of the carriage. For safety, he had engaged the chain lock when he entered. At this distance, he could dodge the first bullet, but the rest…

Just then, Vermouth suddenly put down her pistol, took out her cell phone, and dialed a number.

“What do you want to do?” Bourbon asked, staring at Vermouth.