I'm in Conan, but I'm in Ace Attorney

"Don't worry, we will be patrolling outside during this time, and no one will disturb you."

Is there anyone patrolling?

Miwako Sato frowned slightly.

This is a difficult situation. We can only hope that the patrol density is not too high.

Otherwise, it would be too difficult to deal with a well-prepared hostage-taker who is armed with a submachine gun.

"Okay, thank you very much, Miss Regina."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

However, few of them were unaware that there was a Gin whose blood pressure suddenly soared in the crack of the ceiling.

Chapter 157: Reversal Express, Silver Star Enters Destruction (8)

In the gap between the ceiling of the fourth carriage and the roof of the train.

Gin's face couldn't be any darker.

His hand was on the fluorescent stick he had used to illuminate the room, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Gin had already installed the bomb on the ceiling of the fourth carriage.

Just as I was about to go back, suddenly, the light that came through the gap disappeared.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Gin still covered his light source immediately.

To prevent light from seeping in through the cracks in the ceiling and causing him to be discovered.

Why did the light outside suddenly disappear? Gin didn't know, but he guessed that it was a power outage.

There should not be lights turned off in trains and corridors like the Silver Star where people watch the sunrise.

If you need to turn off the lights, you should only turn off the lights in different rooms.

There was a large-scale lights out, and if it wasn't for the Silver Star's conductor's sudden whim, the whole thing would have been caused by a power outage on the Silver Star.

Gin leans towards the latter, because if it's the former.

Even if he got off the train late, he would use his beloved Beretta gun to make a hole in the conductor's head.

No, not just making a hole, he also wanted the conductor to open up and have a good chat with him, in the physical sense.

"But my memory is not that bad... the darkness alone cannot hold me back."

The only working elder brother of the Black Organization sneered.

He moved quickly in the crack space along the route he remembered.

Its speed is only slightly slower than when there is lighting.

Then, when Gin returned to the third carriage and was about to continue to the second carriage.

The road from the third carriage to the second carriage disappeared.

"...?"

When I put a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

At this moment, even Gin couldn't help but take a breath.

Where are the roads? Where are the cars? You're not going to tell me that the train is actually the Autobots from Cybertron.

While he was installing the bomb, the car in front turned into some Autobots and ran away, right?

Gin could no longer hold back the smile on his face, and his hand quietly reached into his coat.

He had already grasped the handle of the Beretta M92F pistol tightly.

My fists are hard, I'm going to go down and kill all the others right now.

Anyway, the train had already been decided to explode, so who could tell how the other passengers died?

Trembling, he took out his communicator and was about to contact Kuma Sukawa in the first car to ask about the situation.

Rumble.

The train suddenly shook violently. Needless to say, it was probably an emergency stop.

Gin almost fell from the ceiling.

(The mission is important...!)

Gin's anger was about to reach its peak, he took out the communicator and started communicating with Kuma Sukawa.

Then... there was no signal and the communicator did not respond at all.

Did someone block the Silver Star's signal, or was the communicator over there destroyed?

The eyes of the Black Organization's big brother were filled with murderous intent.

The desire to kill has never been so strong.

Especially when he found that the lights outside suddenly came back on and someone called himself Habri Libnand.

Gin knew who was behind this and was about to kick the ceiling open to shoot the bastard. But after he saw through the crack in the ceiling, he saw a dozen flight attendants holding American submachine guns.

He took back the idea.

(This guy... is really rich. He actually arranged such sophisticated weapons and equipment in this country.)

(Damn it, I don’t know when the organization will approve me to use an armed helicopter.)

(Sooner or later I'm going to machine gun all these bastards into the sky!)

Gin was furious for a while, but finally decided to take a long-term view.

Anyway, when the train explodes, this bastard won't be able to escape, and revenge will be the same then.

Before that, at around 11:13, in the room of the first carriage.

Kuma Sukawa looked up with some confusion, somewhat bewildered.

The lights here suddenly went out in an instant.

He couldn't even read the fashion magazine in his hand.

(Oh my god, what happened? Did Gin detonate the bomb prematurely, causing the power supply line to fail?)

(That shouldn’t be the case. I didn’t hear any explosion. Was it just a power outage on the train?)

He was ready to take action right here and there—until he pushed open the door and looked out into the hallway.

In the dim moonlight, a dozen flight attendants holding submachine guns turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

(…How did these guys get so many American submachine guns in Japan?)

(Is the organization too conservative? When will everyone be equipped with a submachine gun and can they carry out large-scale operations?)

Kuma Sukawa shook his head helplessly, quietly turned off his communicator, and then raised his hands.

"I surrender. Can you please stop doing anything for now?"

Crash, crash——————

With the sound of a short chain swaying, a figure stepped into the train in the moonlight.

Suddenly, Kuma Sukawa's eyes narrowed slightly.

Habri Libnand, the target of this organization.

We had intelligence that Habri Libnand would escape from prison and board the train for a "mobile trial."

That's why he and Gin boarded the Silver Star train and placed a bomb on the train.

Now that Habri Libnand had appeared, it seemed that all that remained was to leave the train.

Then just detonate the bomb and send everyone here to hell.

Haha, this is Gin's strong point, the gorgeous explosions and all.

"Prosecutor Kuma, don't worry. I won't harm any of the Silver Star's passengers. I'll just ask you to come this time."

"There is a simple purpose."

Libnand looked at Kuma Sukawa and said with great excitement.

"One year ago, the United States Attorney's Office used unreasonable evidence and unfair means to force the charge of [murder] on me!"

"I will never allow myself to die in such an unclear way, so I will conduct a [Mobile Trial] on the Silver Star train!"

"I have invited the prosecutor of the United States. In addition, I also hope that you, the prosecutor of Tokyo, can serve as a witness."

"This way, I think we can get the correct verdict in the [Mobile Trial]!"

Kuma Sukawa nodded seriously, performed a standard courtesy to Libnand, and then spoke.

"It is my honor. But please allow me to prepare for a while and then come to the trial when it begins, okay?"

"As you wish, thank you for your recognition and support, let's see you later."

Libnand also saluted and walked to the other end of the carriage, leaving four or five people here to guard and patrol.

In response, Kuma Sukawa took a step back, closed the door, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

It seems that you are destined to die in an unclear way, Mr. Libnand.

Chapter 158: Reversal Express, Silver Star Enters Destruction (9)

—————May 3rd, 11:10 p.m.——————

—————Silver Star train, second car restaurant————————

The entire second carriage was dark in the moment.

However, the many guests in the second carriage did not become suspicious because the birthday party was going on.

The darkness as Giamnuti Pontaberno was about to blow out her birthday candles.

It just makes people feel that this is a way for the train crew to celebrate the birthday party to create an atmosphere.

However, Conan already felt that something was wrong.

After entering the Silver Star, he actually looked around for the layout of the Silver Star.

The conclusion was that the Silver Star had never been designed with light switches in the corridors.

In other words, unless there was a direct power outage, it would be impossible for the Silver Star's carriages to be completely dark.

The Death God's elementary school student's attention was no longer on the birthday party.

He remembered what he had said to Yuan Guang before and was shocked.

Could something really messed up have happened on the train?

call out.

Giamnuti Pontaberno blew gently at the candle, but she didn't know it was because the candle was not placed steadily.

Or perhaps for some other reason, one of the candles fell on the tablecloth and set it on fire.

The others were startled at once, and Xiang Yuanguang directly took out his mobile phone to illuminate the situation, quickly found the fire extinguisher from the corner, and then used it skillfully to put out the fire.

Of course, although the burning tablecloth was extinguished, the cake was definitely inedible.

Jamnuti's granddaughter was still comforting her grandmother, while Xiang Yuanguang was looking at the ceiling.

What's going on? Why isn't the light on? Where is the train crew?

"Ask someone to turn on the lights. Where is the light switch? Where is the flight attendant? Where is the flight attendant?"

Xiang Yuanguang said this with dissatisfaction, and this sentence immediately reminded others.

At first they all thought that the lights were turned off to create a show effect in order to blow out the birthday cake.

But now that the restaurant is on fire, isn't it a bit strange that the train crew still haven't turned on the lights?

MASTER Dongya also lifted his hat slightly, and his eyes became sharp.