Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

If the other party is determined to hide, then use the lives of the passengers around her or the entire train as a threat, so that she will surely give in.

Bourbon's plan was to take Sherry to the freight car at the back of the train after she appeared—he had prepared a bomb there, and once he succeeded, he would use the bomb to blow up the connection between the freight car and the front, thus taking Sherry away.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Sherry is really hiding in the train and that there are no enemies lying in ambush with them.

"That's about what I expected."

Lin Jiashu's smile made Vermouth's breath catch in her throat.

This pervert...

Does he really not care that everything is within his expectations?

"But I'm a little concerned. This should be a great opportunity for you. Haven't you thought about taking action against Sherry now?"

Are you testing me, Cointreau?

Vermouth chuckled and removed the mask that looked like Shuichi Akai from her face.

With that carefully disguised man's face before her, Vermouth's face, once the disguise was removed, was so white it seemed almost translucent.

The train was just entering the tunnel at that moment.

In the dim light, her face seemed to be bathed in a hazy, cold glow, and her full, moist lips were adorned with a vibrant purple...

"It's not a test, it's just that I care."

Lin Jiashu replied, then laughed: "After all, you seem to hate her a lot."

"hatred……?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth immediately revealed a cold smile.

She kept this emotion hidden in her heart and never revealed it to anyone.

She truly hated Sherry.

However, to be more precise, it should be considered displaced anger.

Vermouth's true hatred lies with Sherry's parents, Atsushi Miyano and Elena Miyano.

The reason was obvious from the beginning—her appearance and physical condition were as if time had been frozen, and this effect of eternal youth stemmed from her experience as a test subject for the drug developed by the couple.

The fear, hatred, and humiliation she felt when she was ordered to become a drug test subject remained deep in Vermouth's memory, not to mention the painful experience of having her blood repeatedly drawn for research as the only successful sample after the experiment ended...

Now that Atsushi Miyano and Elena Miyano are both dead, Vermouth naturally directs her hatred toward Sherry, who inherited her parents' research and continues to develop that hateful drug for the organization.

However, she did not intend to tell anyone about these things.

Especially now, is he trying to gain sympathy from Jundu by revealing these things?

Do not make jokes.

She vaguely changed the subject, and after saying that she didn't intend to do anything to Sherry this time, she gestured for Hayashi Yoshiki to leave and do his own thing.

However, Hayashi Yoshiki approached her.

"oops?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Excuse me, Miss Vermouth, I need to use the restroom."

"Shouldn't we prioritize ladies in situations like this?"

"Why don't we go together?"

"Hehe, I'm not disguised to that extent."

Vermouth smiled and made room for him.

Lin Jiashu brushed past her.

When Lin Jiashu came out a moment later, having finished his business, Vermouth had already put the battle-damaged mask of Shuichi Akai back on her face. Lin Jiashu didn't say anything to her and walked straight out of the restroom.

Everything is going as expected.

He took out his phone and saw a text message from Conan saying that he had kept an eye on Ai Haibara and would make sure she wouldn't suddenly run away on her own.

After replying "okay," he went directly to carriage number 8.

Shortly after Hayashi Yoshiki left, Sera Masumi also came over.

Vermouth, having completed her disguise, unexpectedly bumps into the other party.

With just one glance, Sera Masumi stopped in her tracks.

Who are you?

"..."

Seeing that Vermouth remained silent, Sera Masumi's eyes sharpened.

The person in front of her, whose face was hidden under the brim of a hat, gave her a strong sense of familiarity, and exuded a strange aura that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, while also making her feel dangerous.

"Answer me! Who are you?!"

"Humph……"

Vermouth laughed in Shuichi Akai's voice.

She raised her head, revealing her entire face, and stared at the other person with her dark green eyes:

"You're still the same as before, so innocent."

"Xiu...Xiu, Brother Xiu?"

She found it hard to believe.

Amidst shock and delight, she tried to confirm the situation and probe why she had received the message that the other person was dead.

Vermouth suddenly pulled out a stun gun and stabbed her.

In an instant, Sera Masumi, who hadn't had time to react, was coaxed to sleep.

Vermouth put her arm around her waist, led her to a carriage, and locked her up.

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Lin Jiashu appeared in carriage number 8.

Just as Kogoro Mouri finished collecting the other people's testimonies and was thinking about how to solve the case, Yoshiki Hayashi, who had returned, suddenly said that he already knew the answer.

"what?"

"You already know the answer so quickly?!"

"As expected of Hayashi Yoshiki, he easily accomplished what other detectives couldn't!"

Besides passengers, some train attendants were also gathered in carriage number 8... This train, which is a reference to "Murder on the Orient Express," had attendants who were mostly mystery enthusiasts and naturally knew many famous detectives by heart.

"Yes, the method used in this incident was not actually difficult, but it required multiple steps, which made the operation seem complicated."

Lin Jiashu spoke in a calm voice, capturing the attention of everyone present.

The carriage fell silent.

The only remaining sound at the scene is the occasional tremor of the train running on the rails.

"First, let's talk about how compartment B in carriage 8 is different from the other compartments."

"Under the same conditions of securing the security chain, the gap in the door of room B is larger than that of other rooms when it is opened—the reason is that the security chain in room B is a little longer than that in other rooms."

"Judging from everyone's expressions, they probably don't think this is something worth bringing up, right?"

"But you should know that the length of a door security chain is usually designed so that even if someone tries to put their hand through the gap from the outside, they will never be able to remove the chain. But if the chain is even a little bit longer, then the situation is different."

"In other words, Room B was never a locked room from the beginning."

Just as Lin Jiashu finished speaking, footsteps sounded behind him.

"As expected of the Boss, you've already seen through the whole truth?"

Amuro Tooru walked over.

His approaching manner with a hearty smile surprised the other passengers present.

"And who is this person?"

"His name is Tooru Amuro, and he's an assistant at my firm."

Lin Jiashu explained with a smile.

After the others nodded in agreement, someone quickly raised an objection, pointing out that there were train attendants responsible for the entire carriage stationed at the door throughout the journey, and anyone entering or leaving the room and tampering with the security locks would definitely be discovered.

"The answer is that the murderer took advantage of the train entering the tunnel, when the corridor became dark and visibility decreased... Of course, he also used some minor tricks."

"The murderer lured the flight attendant to compartment A by ringing the bell or other means, and then took the opportunity to enter compartment B. Since they wanted to discuss the fun of posing questions to others during the trip, the deceased in compartment B naturally welcomed him into his room without hesitation."

"As for how the murderer committed the crime in Room B and returned to his own room without being discovered, that requires discussing his methods."

At this point, Hayashi Yoshiki asked Amuro Tooru to go to Room C and retrieve the picture frames that the passengers were carrying.

Amuro Tooru immediately took action.

Following Lin Jiashu's instructions, he opened the incredibly heavy picture frame, revealing three mirrors of the same size hidden inside—

"So that's how it is... The doors to the rooms on this train all open outwards, and these three mirrors are placed tightly against the inside of the doors in the order of top, middle, and bottom, and they are exactly the same size as the doors."

Amuro Tooru suddenly realized.

In the dimly lit train, the suspicious person the train attendant had previously mentioned seeing in the carriage was probably just a reflection of herself in these three mirrors.

There are many details in this case.

Regardless, the three panes of glass in the picture frame serve as a flaw in the killer's main method, easily confirming the killer's identity.

Just as Hayashi Yoshiki was explaining the details of the case one by one, and Amuro Tooru was doing his best to cooperate as his assistant, thick smoke suddenly billowed out of compartment B of carriage number 8.

Thick smoke quickly spread.

"Is...is there a fire?"

"Fire!"

"Get out of here right now!!!"

The passengers immediately panicked.

Their faces looked far worse than most people would in the face of thick smoke and fire; they even seemed somewhat irrational, scrambling to escape the area.

"Let's leave quickly, Mr. Amuro."

"Ok!"

Without hesitation, Amuro Tooru quickly followed Hayashi Yoshiki and left the scene.

When the thick white smoke began to permeate the entire eighth carriage, turning the corridor into a hazy, smoky atmosphere, the train's smoke alarm had already begun to sound.

Unaware of the truth, the passengers hurriedly moved to the front of the carriage in a panic.

Conan and Ai Haibara, who were in carriage number seven, also left and moved to carriage number five.

"Brother Jiashu".

Conan walked up to Yoshiki Hayashi, trying to confirm the current situation with him.

Ai Haibara stood quietly next to Ran, her eyes cautiously and fearfully fixed on Tooru Amuro, who stood next to Yoshiki Hayashi.

"It should be fine. The smoke just now didn't look like a fire. We can just stay here and wait for the people on the train to check the situation."

Lin Jiashu said this.

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Thick smoke enveloped the entire carriage.

Walking inside will only make you feel choked and uncomfortable.

The girl with short brown hair took a few steps before she had to stop and cough laboriously, leaning against the wall with her hands... Even though she was wearing a mask, it couldn't block out the thick smoke at all.

Just then, footsteps approached her from behind.

"Truly worthy of being the daughter of a fallen angel."

Shiho Miyano's shoulders twitched, and she turned her head back in alarm.

A dark-skinned man stood there with his hands in his pockets.