Conan: I can see keywords

Lingchuan will help Conan, but will also help the man in black when necessary.

Because...his own power also needs to develop!

"Conan! Conan, where are you——"

There was another voice calling out, it was Xiaolan!

She appeared in front of Lingchuan with a dusty face, "Lingchuan-kun, you..."

"I'm sorry, Conan was playing hide and seek with me, and I didn't know he would..."

"How, how could it be..." Xiaolan covered her mouth, choked twice and continued, "Conan!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Someone coughed in the thick fog. Amid the crackling noise, Xiaolan miraculously heard the subtle voice, "Conan? Conan! Is that you?"

Lingchuan rushed in even more anxiously than her, even ignoring the burning obstacles.

The protagonist will not die, but will often fall into a dangerous situation.

For the sake of his absolutely clean identity, Lingchuan must show concern at this time.

His grand ambitions would not allow him to be hindered by Conan's suspicion.

Chapter 10 Let's Make Up an Organization

"Cough cough cough..."

"Hu-hu-"

The breathing sounds became clearer and clearer, and Conan finally regained consciousness.

He vaguely heard Xiaolan's cry, and a strange yet familiar man calling him...

"Conan!"

"Ahem, Xiao, Sister Xiaolan..."

"Conan?"

"Conan!"

The luggage in the corner was moved away, Lingchuan reached out and picked up the unconscious Conan, checked him carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief, "There are no major wounds."

"Very good……"

Xiaolan squeezed over and tried to take over, but Lingchuan dodged her.

"Let me hold you, and we'll go out first."

"it is good."

The Shinkansen is like a time bomb with an unknown expiration date, with no telling when it might explode again.

From a distance, densely packed passengers crawled out through the broken windows on both sides and spread out like ants.

The black heads gradually spread outwards, forming a sparse and irregular shadow.

The woman in black, who had already put away her gun, raised her hand to block the sunlight, glanced at the Shinkansen, tilted her head and said to the microphone on her collar, "One shot~"

Soon, a complaining voice came from the earphones on my ears, "I want to fire this shot too..."

"If it were me, I would have done it even better."

"Hey, Cohen, what do you mean?"

The woman shouted into the microphone in dissatisfaction.

"Retreat, Chianti."

Just as the two were about to quarrel, a low warning suddenly broke out in the headset, "Five minutes, if you can't reach the designated location, find a way to get back by yourself."

The sirens blared and the woman in black named Chianti looked downstairs with disdain, but she didn't say anything and just turned around and left.

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"Have you counted the number of casualties?"

"Someone is being held down here, come and help!"

"Reporting to Officer Megure, the casualties have been counted. 132 people were slightly injured, 15 people were seriously injured, and 7 people died."

"Damn it! How could an explosion happen? Have you found out the cause?"

"Officer Megure!"

In the crowd, Xiaolan raised her hand and waved. Megure Jusan looked towards the source of the voice and when he found it was Xiaolan, he raised his eyebrows.

"Xiaolan?" He subconsciously glanced around Xiaolan.

"That guy Maori..."

"Sure enough," Megure Jusan sighed after seeing the disheveled Maori Kogoro, "I knew that where you are, there will be no good things."

Maori Kogoro complained, "No way, Officer Megure, I don't know anything this time."

"Of course you don't know, that's because you fell asleep as soon as you got on the bus!" Xiaolan felt a little sorry for Conan's unexpected misfortune.

"If you don't sleep, maybe you can find the bomb..."

"Bomb?" Megure Jusan's expression was serious. "What's going on?"

"Let me tell it." Lingchuan put Conan on the ground as he asked, and stepped forward to explain.

After hearing what happened, Megure Jusan's eyebrows stood up, "This is ridiculous! If you find someone suspicious, you should call the police first!"

Glancing sharply at Lingchuan and Conan, Megure Jusan gasped, "This is simply too much!"

"But..." His eyes suddenly fell on Lingchuan's face, "Who are you?"

"My name is Lingchuan, and I'm Kudo Shinichi's friend." This statement was agreed upon with Conan in advance.

He has been "dead" for two years. Although there may be many people in the criminal investigation circle who still remember him, most people's memories of him are beginning to become vague.

So he could only use the name of Kudo Shinichi, who had disappeared not long ago, to leave an impression on Megure Juzo.

This way, when you take notes afterwards, it will be easy to operate.

Because he was being hunted by a mysterious organization, Lingchuan told Conan that he did not want to reveal the fact that he was still alive for the time being.

Even if it means going to the police station to take a statement.

Conan also agreed with this.

"Lingchuan?" After repeating the name, Megure Jusan seemed to be recalling something.

Unfortunately, in the end he still didn't remember anything, but just felt that the name sounded familiar.

Megure Jusan's state is just like the first time Xiaolan heard the name Lingchuan, a feeling of familiarity, yet also of strangeness.

"No matter what, next time if you find a suspicious person carrying suspicious items, you must contact the relevant personnel as soon as possible, understand?"

Lingchuan made assurances again and again.

The rest is easy.

With the bomb intelligence provided by Lingchuan, the Metropolitan Police Department quickly detected some clues in the wreckage of carriage No. 7, which had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Based on those clues, with Lingchuan's reminder and Conan's injured "ah ha ha", the case finally came to a conclusion.

Twenty-three years later, Lingchuan was a little nervous when he stepped into the police station for the first time.

But after experiencing the events of the past two days, his ability to withstand stress has obviously increased a lot.

At least when he was taking the statement at the police station, he maintained the proper state and completed the statement smoothly.

When Conan walked out of the police station, the injuries on his body had been simply treated.

On the way back, he acted like he was hungry and sent Xiaolan away. Facing the moonlight, he asked in a deep tone, "Why did you leave at that time?"

coming!

Lingchuan's eyes flashed, and he knew that Conan was asking him why he did not evacuate the passengers in time after receiving the text message, but instead tried his best to stay away from carriage No. 7.

It was precisely because he behaved so obviously that a herd effect was triggered when all passengers were unaware of the train suspension.

There were many people following them at that time, and that is why many people survived. Otherwise, the casualties of this incident would have been much more than this.

It was also because there were so many people following that many people remembered what happened when the statements were taken afterwards.

Everyone said something, even if the police didn't know what caused them to stay away from car number seven, Conan couldn't help but guess.

After guessing, I had the question, "What did you find at that time?"

Conan didn't turn around, his back was to Lingchuan.

I replayed the scene of my encounter with Lingchuan over and over in my mind, but found nothing suspicious.

Also because he did not find any suspicious points, he did not temporarily suspect Lingchuan of having any ill intentions.

But this matter has always been a hurdle in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to my phone the first time."

Facing Conan's questioning, Lingchuan was not at all flustered.

"I spent too much time in the bathroom after we separated."

"Some passengers couldn't wait and knocked on the door, so I had to come out."

He recounted the situation truthfully, and Conan listened quietly.

"After I came out, I was about to head to other carriages, but then I saw the people from the organization that was chasing me."

Lingchuan lied here.

He couldn't say that he was going back to car number six. He and Conan both guessed that the Black Organization had already set their sights on him, and going back to car number six at that time would be too risky.

Conan asked him to stay in the bathroom to avoid the Black Organization.

After Lingchuan was forced to come out, returning to carriage No. 6 would be a trap. As a qualified detective, he certainly would not make such a mistake.

So when Lingchuan lied, he could only avoid carriage number six.

Conan didn't suspect this, he just frowned.