I Am a Heroic Spirit

A man sat down in the empty seat opposite Zhang Luo and answered in a low voice.

"Gin? Why are you here? And what does the game mean?"

Zhang Luo looked at Gin sitting opposite him with some surprise, turned his head to look at Conan and others not far away, and asked curiously.

Aren't you afraid of being caught by showing up so brazenly in a place where a group of detectives are?

"Please don't worry, boss. They don't have any extra time to care about me right now."

Gin adjusted his hat and spoke calmly.

"A lot has happened during this time. The organization has a new boss, a criminal genius. After learning about Kudo Shinichi's situation, that boss decided to play some games with the Japanese detectives as foreplay before the real show begins. As for what the real show is, no one knows yet."

Zhang Luo frowned. An extra criminal genius boss? Neither Detective Conan nor the strongest disciple in history, Kenichi, had ever had such a character. Where did this person come from?

"This is already the seventh time. Of the first six crimes, these detectives only cracked two, leading to more and more detectives unwillingly joining the game. This time, the boss has planted five high-concentration liquid bombs on this train. I'm in charge of overseeing it. Calculating the time..." Gin checked the clock on his arm and said, "If the detectives haven't found the five high-concentration liquid bombs from the clues the boss left behind before we get to the next station, I'll detonate them."

"Is the bomb here?" Zhang Luo directly asked the most important question at the moment. If the bomb was in this carriage and Conan and the others couldn't find it, he would be in trouble if the bomb suddenly exploded.

"No," Gin said calmly. He understood Zhang Luo's concerns and didn't hide anything. "The nearest bomb is in the next car. The others are farther away and won't affect us."

"Can you be more specific? For example, a password?" Zhang Luo asked with interest after relaxing for a while.

"The boss gave them five clues, which needed to be solved in order. I only know the final answers are 430, Into Darkness, 244, Under the Sunlight, 352, The Dragon's Gaze, 41, Above the Full Moon, and 560, The Wrath of Thunder. I heard that deciphering these codes requires a deep understanding of mathematics, geography, and astronomical phenomena."

Gin glanced back inconspicuously and spoke in a calm voice.

Although Zhang Luo couldn't figure out what these codes meant, he knew that Conan and the others had noticed this place.

Five or six seats away, Conan was walking towards this side, his eyes carefully scanning every seat. When his eyes passed Zhang Luo and Gin, he suddenly stopped and his expression became not very good.

"What's wrong? Little detective, have you found anything?" Ikumi Gunda half squatted down and asked Conan. These detectives are all top-notch, and their skills in observing people's words and expressions have been maxed out. Conan's expression naturally cannot be hidden from them.

"The man over there, I feel he is very dangerous."

When Conan saw Ikumi Gunda asking him a question, he hesitated for a moment, pointed at Gin's back, and spoke softly.

"Oh!"

"You're really too naive, kid. Real criminals wouldn't go out wearing all black. Those who wear black in this kind of weather are just brats who like to act cool."

As soon as Conan finished speaking, Maori Kogoro slapped Conan hard on the back. Conan was hit forward by Maori Kogoro's slap and almost fell to the ground, if it weren't for Gunda Ikumi squatting there.

"Conan, stop messing around."

Ran Mouri frowned and pulled Conan out of Ikumi Gunda's arms with dissatisfaction.

After Conan was taken away from her arms, Ikumi Gunda smiled at Ran Mouri and looked at the back of Gin's head.

Although they had only met briefly, Gunda Ikumi could tell that this young detective was more reliable than the unreliable Mori Detective. After all, several important clues had been discovered by this young detective. She seriously suspected that this young detective was a dwarf in disguise. After all, an ordinary elementary school student couldn't be so sensitive to the case.

Hakuba Tan, Chima Kyoudai, and Hattori Heiji had the same opinion. They completely ignored what Mori Kogoro said and looked at Gin.

When they saw Gin for the first time, their expressions became serious. Their detective intuition told them that this man was very dangerous.

Quickly shifting their gazes away from the back of Gin's head to avoid being discovered by the other party, Hakuba Tan, Chiken Kyoudai, Hattori Heiji, and Gunda Ikumi's gazes fell on Zhang Luo, and their faces became even uglier. Having just experienced a great battle, Zhang Luo still had the murderous aura and bloodiness on his body that professionals would never miss.

Hakuba Tan, Chiken Kyoudai, Hattori Heiji, and Gunda Ikumi looked at each other and saw the heaviness in each other's hearts. At this time, two guys who were definitely not good people appeared on this train. There was definitely something wrong.

"Eh? Isn't that Zhang Luo? How did he get on this train?" Mao Lilan also noticed that half of Zhang Luo's head was exposed, recognized Zhang Luo, and said worriedly.

"Isn't that guy an Onmyoji? Even if he really exploded, he wouldn't die." Maori Kogoro glanced at Zhang Luo with an indifferent look.

"Big brother, why are you here?"

Conan's expression changed, and finally he walked over with a smile, tilted his head, and asked innocently.

"Isn't this Conan? I'm going back to Karakura Town. Why are you here? Are Xiaolan and Uncle Mori here too?" Conan can pretend, and Zhang Luo can pretend too. After seeing Conan, he pretended as if he had just discovered him and asked Conan.

"How can we let Conan run around alone?" Mouri Kogoro also came over, put on a sour face and said to Zhang Luo.

"Dad, please be polite."

Ran Mouri followed Kogoro Mouri and complained to him.

Afterwards, Mao Lilan said to Zhang Luo: "Zhang Luo, long time no see. Now that you are here, the situation is much better. I may need your help this time."

"Hakuba Tan, Chima Kyoudai, Hattori Heiji, Gunda Ikumi, and Uncle Mori, all the famous detectives in Japan are here. Is there a difficult crime case on this train?"

Zhang Luo glanced at the detectives coming from behind Mouri Kogoro, nodded politely to them, and then asked Mouri Ran with pretended curiosity.

"Big brother, do you remember the idol murder case last time? The mastermind behind that incident is at it again. This is the seventh time."

As Conan spoke, he paid attention to Zhang Luo's expression. He had suspected Zhang Luo for a long time, and Zhang Luo's expression unsurprisingly changed subtly, which made him certain that Zhang Luo did know the mastermind behind the scenes, but seemed unaware of the incident, so he was involved.

"Of course I remember. I was deeply impressed by the demagogue professor."

Zhang Luo pulled the corner of his mouth and put on a forced smile.

Unexpectedly, he had dug himself into a hole again. The mastermind behind the previous incident might not be known to others, but surely he himself didn't know? It must have been Moriarty. He hadn't expected him to join the Dark Realm, seemingly plotting something major.

"Well, that professor has never appeared in person, but he's incited others to commit four crimes. It wasn't until the fifth case that he briefly communicated with us. This is the seventh case. The professor planted five bombs on this train. This is the clue we got."

Conan took out a thin notebook and handed it to Zhang Luo after opening it.

"We discussed this before and thought these numbers were most likely carriages and seats, but those five code words are baffling. Do you have any other ideas?"

Bai Ma Tan looked at Zhang Luo with a scrutinizing gaze. Although his words were confusing, his tone was very confident. I think he had already made a judgment in his mind.

"I think those code words might be metaphors for a certain place, just like the code words used when we were looking for treasure last time, big brother, don't you think so?" Conan paid close attention to Zhang Luo's expression and spoke tentatively. In his opinion, if Zhang Luo knew the professor, he might have some understanding of the professor's criminal methods.

However, during this time, the detectives tacitly agreed not to talk to Gin, and they didn't even look at him. Gin didn't say anything either. He leaned back in his seat, squinted his eyes, and listened to the detectives' discussion.

"I have a different opinion."

Taking the notebook, Zhang Luo looked at the clues recorded in the notebook and spoke slowly.

"The number may be the time, or it may contain the carriage or seat number.

Chapter 223 Shocking! Detective Conan is actually a passionate fighting show!

Gin opened his eyes and looked unhappy. He bent down, moved his hands a few times, and fumbled out more than a dozen trackers and eavesdropping devices from his clothes, seats, the ground, and under the table. He used both hands to crumple them into a ball of scrap metal and threw it on the table.

"They only had less than half an hour to get a clue about the boss, and I didn't expect them to figure it out so quickly. They even had the nerve to pull some useless tricks. What a daring bunch of troublemakers."

There was no emotion in Gin's words, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he looked extremely cold and ruthless.

"So what? In the face of absolute power, strategy and wisdom are useless, right?"

Zhang Luo smiled faintly, glanced at the abandoned machine on the table, and said lightly.

"of course."

Gin said without comment, otherwise, even if the new boss wanted to play a detective game, he would not allow these detectives to live and get in the way.

Compared to the forces of darkness, these detectives, no matter how hard they try, are useless. Even the Japanese and US governments won't truly support their investigations or renege on the dark side. At best, they'll send the FBI to perform superficial work, and they won't send anyone with supernatural abilities, lest they cause misunderstandings.

On the other side, it took Conan and his team nearly half an hour to finally find the location of the four bombs. However, the place where the bombs were installed was not so easy to get to. It took a lot of effort to remove them all. But even after removing them, they did not have time to place the bombs properly. They could only continue to look for the fifth bomb with the four bombs.

"There is a power station on the train's route, which should be the meaning of the code word for Thunder's Wrath. The final code word and password, combined, should mean seat number 60 in the carriage that passes the power station at five o'clock." Hattori Heiji was holding a mobile phone, checking the time and train route map.

"There are only ten minutes and thirteen seconds left to the power station. According to my calculations, the carriages that will pass by the power station at five o'clock should be the eighth and ninth carriages." Bai Ma Tan took out a laptop and tapped on it with his fingers nimbly, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Let's split up. Detective Chiken, Detective Conan and I will go to car number eight, and Detective Hattori, Detective Hakuba, and Detective Mori will go to car number nine. How about it?" Ikumi Gunda planned calmly.

"Okay." No one refused, and everyone agreed to Ikumi Gunda's grouping.

"Conan, be good and listen to me. I have to look after your dad." Ran Mouri bent down, gave Conan some instructions, and then acted together with Kogoro Mouri. Compared to Conan, she was more worried about her unreliable father.

Conan's team quickly found the location of the fifth bomb, but the bomb was embedded inside a table, with only very tiny traces showing from the bottom of the table. If Conan hadn't been careful, he wouldn't have found it.

"What should I do? The table here is difficult to remove. Even if it is removed, it is not easy to open the table." Qiangtian Yumi squatted on the ground, looked up at the traces exposed under the table, and said in embarrassment.

Because the table was made of steel and connected to the floor of the train, there was no way to remove it. Unless they used violence, they had no way to get rid of it. They also had no idea how the person who placed the bomb got it in there.

"I'll go find the big brother I saw just now. He's very good at Yin-Yang magic and maybe he can melt the iron layer that wraps the bomb." Conan volunteered.

"Well, I hope that person really has such ability. Otherwise, we can only ask the conductor for tools." Chikan Kyoudai nodded and agreed to Conan's decision.

After all, in order to avoid causing panic, the fact that there was a bomb on the train must not be made known to anyone other than the police and detectives unless it is absolutely necessary.

"understood."

Conan responded and ran out excitedly, but he did not go directly to find Zhang Luo. Instead, he went into the toilet when he passed by it.

"Why is there no sound?"

Conan took out two earphones, put them to his ears, and listened for a long time, but didn't hear any sound.

"Did they get discovered?"

Conan took off his headphones and said in confusion that he had placed two bugs on the man in black and one on Zhang Luo, but why was there no movement from either of them?

After hesitating for a moment, Conan pushed open the toilet door and continued to run towards the carriage where Zhang Luo was.

As soon as Conan arrived at Zhang Luo's seat, he noticed a bunch of eavesdropping devices and other tiny machines on the table in front of Gin. His face suddenly froze. He could recognize that some of them were left by him, but as for the others, could they have been made by Hakuba Tan and Heiji?

Gin raised his head slightly, cast a cold gaze at Conan, and deliberately intimidated him: "Do you recognize these things, kid who was with those detectives just now?"

Conan was startled, but he forced a smile and said, "I think I've seen these in the Maori Detective Agency and the police station. They seem to be trackers."

"Heh!" Gin sneered, "As expected of a kid from the detective agency, he even knows these things."

Conan pretended to be a child being praised, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Because when I go to the police station, I often see related things, so I also know a little bit. After all, I live in the home of a famous detective."

Conan smiled broadly, but he was worried that he would be suspected. However, it seemed that the man in black didn't know his true identity yet, otherwise he would have been taken to the laboratory. But this was normal. Although there were Onmyojis, fighters, psychics, and ghouls, there had never been anything that could reverse aging.

"Really? Humph!" Gin gave Conan an ambiguous look, then closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair.

"Big brother, can you help us? There is a bomb embedded in the table." Seeing that Gin was not moving, Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Zhang Luo his purpose.

"Do you want me to divide the table?" Zhang Luo asked.

"Yeah." Conan nodded vigorously.

"Let's go." Zhang Luo stood up and walked out of his seat.

Conan hurriedly led the way, and Zhang Luo followed closely behind. After passing through two carriages, the two arrived at carriage No. 8. However, what happened in carriage No. 8 at this time made Conan gasp.

"This is nothing to me. Just let me do it. Although my karate skills are not as good as those of the powerful fighters, I can still do these things."

I don't know when Mao Lilan came to this carriage, perhaps because she received the news that there was a bomb here.

I saw Mao Lilan stretch out a pair of white and tender arms, hold the edge of the table with one hand, press a certain part of the table with the other hand, and then gently bend it.

"Squeak..."

The harsh noise of twisting steel echoed throughout the carriage.

The other passengers who were disturbed by the noise looked over to where Mao Lilan was with an annoyed look on their faces, then they all gasped, their faces full of horror, and immediately turned their heads away, pretending they saw nothing.

"It's really... amazing."

Looking at the section of tabletop that Mao Lilan had broken off, Zhang Luo twitched his lips. That was a tabletop made of steel! Even he couldn't break the tabletop so easily and tear it off!

Zhang Luo, who was stimulated by Mao Lilan's move, suddenly recalled his past memories.

Ran Mouri is an explosive fighter who can kick holes in walls, injure people with her energy, catch bullets at close range, break rocks with her bare hands, pinch a fruit knife with her bare hands, and send enemies flying with her energy bursts. She is the champion of the National High School Karate Kanto Tournament.

Japanese champion Makoto Kyogoku leaped onto a rooftop dozens of meters high in one step, took the bullets fired by a dozen gunmen, smashed a huge stone pillar with his bare hands, and even a rifle couldn't hit him.

There's also Kazumi Tsukamoto, the karate master who taught Ran Mori his unique karate techniques. There's Masumi Sera, the Jeet Kune Do master who managed to tie Ran Mori's fight even while holding a pervert in one hand. There's Shuichi Akai, the Jeet Kune Do master who's at least three times stronger than Masumi Sera. There's Haruna Wada, the karate master who's just as strong as Ran Mori in her normal form. There's Satoshi Maeda, the former national karate champion and Ran Mori's idol. There's Okita, the kendo master who defeated Heiji Hattori.

Hattori Shizuka, the kendo master who used a fan to snatch a blade, Hattori Shizuka's son, Hattori Heiji, the kendo master who swept through the Osaka police prefecture, and Hattori Heiji's father, Hattori Heizo, the kendo and judo master. This family is full of fighters who are at least at the level of a master.

There are a lot of skilled fighters and master fighters. If you add the masters from other countries, the number of masters with master-level combat power in Detective Conan will not be less than fifty.

After all, Japan, a small country, has so many young talents, not to mention other countries.

Unbelievable! Detective Conan is actually a passionate fighting series that is no less powerful than the strongest disciple Kenichi in history!

"Eh? Conan, you found Zhang Luo."

At this time, Mao Lilan also noticed Zhang Luo and Conan, and waved to them, still holding the table in her hand. Her appearance made Conan's steps become extremely heavy.

"Well, yes, but it seems like I'm not needed here." Zhang Luo said with a dry laugh.

"Not necessarily. Do you know how to teleport?" The White Horse Detective had already taken out the bomb and frowned as he asked Zhang Luo, "Can you move these things to a distant place?"

"Sorry, space-related magic has always been difficult to learn and use." Zhang Luo shook his head and said embarrassedly. If it was within two meters, he would have no problem, but it would not work if the distance was too far.

"That's bad. We don't have much time left before the bombs explode, but there's no place like a river on the road before we reach the station where we can dispose of these bombs." Hattori Heiji said with a frown. "The places that can barely be used to discard the bombs are not very far from the station. If we make a mistake, ordinary people will be injured."

"Can't it be dismantled? Isn't there anyone among you who knows how to defuse a bomb?" Zhang Luo asked curiously.

"This type of bomb is not very common. It should have been specially modified. I have never seen it before. I can't use the lives of the passengers on this train as an experiment." Bai Ma Tan put the bomb on the table and said in a deep voice.

"Then there's nothing we can do. Be prepared to be blocked by police, fans, and reporters at Karakura-cho station." Zhang Luo spread his hands and said helplessly.