Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

Conan's face showed fear.

Just then, the short, stocky man in black pulled him aside, shouting, "Get out of the way, a good dog doesn't block the way."

Then two men in black walked towards their location, the short, stocky one of them muttering, "What a brat."

Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems they haven't realized yet that I'm Shinichi Kudo in his shrunken form.

Then another idea popped into my head.

This is a great opportunity. As long as I get the poison from them and let the doctor analyze its components, I will have a chance to develop an antidote to restore my body. Then I will expose all your crimes and show no mercy!

Conan's gaze gradually hardened.

But why did they come to this place, and where are they going?

Conan returned to his seat and began to think.

He then noticed that two men in black had left their seats, and he followed them without hesitation.

Second floor? Restaurant?

Conan followed him the whole way.

Are you meeting up with someone?

He lay behind the table, his eyes fixed intently on the two men in black not far away.

Could he be the mastermind behind it all? Who are they waiting for?

Just as Conan was observing intently, he suddenly felt someone grab his arm.

"Conan! Weren't you going to the toilet? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Sister Xiaolan."

Conan scratched his head. "I...I'm hungry!"

"Didn't you just eat a bento box?"

Then Ran grabbed Conan and dragged him away.

"Alright, stop causing me trouble."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Conan's power was ultimately too weak, and he was dragged away by Ran without any hesitation.

Conan was powerless, so he gave in.

It seems this is the only way!

Conan took off his glasses, which were made by Professor Agasa and were equipped with a small listening device.

He chewed a piece of gum behind Xiaolan's back, then stuck it to the listening device. As he passed the seats where the men in black had just been sitting, he quickly lay down and stuck it under their seats.

"Conan!"

Upon hearing the sound, Conan's little hand trembled, and he almost bumped his head on the floor.

"Look at you! What are you up to now!"

Ran pulled Conan aside, bent down to check, and found that he had stuck chewing gum under someone's seat. She was furious and gave Conan a good scolding.

Conan was a little anxious when he discovered that she had taken his chewing gum and listening device.

"Give it back to me."

"How could you do such a thing? You should wrap the chewed gum in paper and throw it in the ashtray."

He watched as Xiaolan wrapped up the chewing gum containing the listening device for him and then threw it into the ashtray in the black-clad man's seat handle.

Conan tried to take it back when Ran wasn't looking, but Ran glared at him, and he silently withdrew his hand.

Well, I'll just leave it in the ashtray for now, as long as it doesn't get noticed...

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Conan's Exposed

Conan obediently returned to his seat and sat down.

They noticed movement coming from the carriage door.

They are back.

Conan put his little hand on his glasses and switched channels.

I was praying that the doctor's invention wouldn't fail me.

"Phew, finally I can smoke."

Hearing the voice from the glasses, Conan breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanked the professor.

"Strange, there seems to be something here."

Oops, we’ve been discovered!

"It was chewing gum. I guess one of the passengers threw it in."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, that scared me to death!

He peeked out cautiously at the two men in black. Strange, their black briefcases were gone, replaced by strange suitcases. There must be some secret behind it.

"Haha, what a pleasant deal, brother."

"Shh, be quiet, vodka."

"Brother Gin, you're still so cautious."

Vodka, gin, are these their code names?

"Just by giving away a black briefcase, he got four hundred million. By the way, what's inside?"

Gin replied casually, "It's information related to money." He exhaled a puff of smoke, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Let that guy enjoy the last bit of the beautiful view."

"The last one?"

"That guy is no longer of any use to the organization."

An organization? It seems the relationships here are quite complex.

Conan continued listening, and the next second, his pupils contracted.

Gin's voice continued: "There's a bomb in the black briefcase. It will explode if it's subjected to a strong tremor."

Bomb!? These guys actually put a bomb on the train!?

Vodka asked nervously, "What if that guy accidentally drops the briefcase?"

"For that guy, his briefcase is as important as his life. He wouldn't do something so stupid, and the bomb will explode at 3:10."

"Was that bomb timed?"

"No, but at that time, that guy will press the bomb switch without any warning, and ten seconds later, that guy and the entire Shinkansen will be blown to ashes!"

Conan cried out in terror, "Ash, Ashes?!"

"Ok?"

Instantly, Gin and Vodka looked at him.

"Gray, gray plane, there's a big gray plane outside, a big gray plane, a big gray plane~"

Conan tried to remain calm, pretending to be clueless as he shouted.

Kogoro Mouri looked at Conan, who was standing up and shouting incoherently, and wondered if this kid had something wrong with his head.

Gin and Vodka, seeing that it was just that kid, dispelled their doubts.

The train's public address system began announcing the arrival time: "Nagoya station has arrived. Passengers who wish to disembark, please proceed with your disembarkation."

"Hey, it's time to go." Gin called to Vodka and headed out of the carriage.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Seeing that they were about to leave, Conan quickly caught up with them.

Just before he was about to step out of the car, Xiaolan grabbed his collar tightly.

He could only watch helplessly as Gin and Vodka left.

"Come back here, Conan! You've been running around again as soon as I haven't been watching you!"

Conan was completely oblivious to what Ran was saying.

Damn it, there are at least several hundred passengers on the Shinkansen, where am I supposed to even begin looking?

Taking advantage of Ran's inattention, Conan made a quick escape, temporarily avoiding Ran's pursuit thanks to his petite stature.

I checked my watch; there were 38 minutes left.

be quick!

He first approached the train police officer and told him there was a bomb on the train, but the officer, seeing that he was just a child, didn't take it seriously and said he would go find Doraemon to help him right away.

Conan revealed his crescent-shaped eyes.

Damn it, am I really left to rely on myself?

Conan seized every second to conduct the investigation, jogging along and quickly scanning the luggage racks.

After running through several more carriages, he discovered that black briefcases were really too common, almost everyone had one.

No, at this rate we'll never find it!

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the VIP carriage. Conan was panting heavily, but his eyes were still searching for the suspicious black briefcase.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar face, and an excited expression quickly appeared on his face.

Kurokawa-san!

It's so great to see you here!

He almost shed tears of emotion.

There was no time to reminisce about the past; Conan leaped and landed on Kurokawa Saki.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki, still asleep, almost couldn't catch his breath.

Did you experience sleep paralysis?

He groggily opened his eyes and saw Conan looking anxious.

It was Conan... Conan!?

Kurokawasaki Tsuki instantly perked up.

What's Death doing here? Is the train about to explode?

Seeing that Kurokawa Saki had woken up, Conan didn't give him a chance to speak and said with a serious expression, "Kurokawa-nii, there's no time to explain, listen to me first!"

Conan explained the whole story to him in a clear and logical manner, and also told him the clues he currently had.

It was Kurokawasaki Yue's turn to be dumbfounded. He looked at his watch; there were only twenty-three minutes left... No, was the train really going to explode?!

I knew running into this kid would bring nothing but trouble.

He immediately stood up, his mind racing. He stroked his chin, his thoughts becoming increasingly active. However, the clues Conan had provided so far, aside from knowing the briefcase was black, were practically useless. But if absolutely necessary, he could activate his Sharingan and scan all the carriages.

However, the bomb was not remotely controlled, but it would explode at 3:10. The switch was still in the trader's hands, and the trader pressed it himself.

"Did the man in black say anything else special?"

"Something special?" Conan had a sudden inspiration. "The man in black said something like, 'Finally, I can smoke,' as soon as he sat down."

The two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously exclaimed, "No-smoking carriage!"

Looking at the carriage map posted on the carriage, the two found that there were eight no-smoking carriages, which finally narrowed down the area.

Conan continued to ponder the man in black's words, and another flash of inspiration struck him. He pointed to the second floor of carriage number seven.

"Oh right, and it also offers a panoramic view, so only this one carriage meets that requirement!"

"Come on, let's go take a look."

"Yes!" Conan nodded.