Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

His face changed and he moved back quickly. As he rose and fell, the underground room was engulfed in the flames of the explosion. He chased Yan Shuangying's figure all the way to the hall. Finally, the next moment when Yan Shuangying crashed out of the window, he blew up the entire villa!

Rumble!

The explosion sent flames shooting into the sky and caused a huge noise.

The surrounding security personnel looked at this scene in shock and quickly sent people to put out the fire. Some people also noticed the figure that broke out of the window, but when they tried to catch this figure, they found that the figure had disappeared at some point.

————Karasuma Renya is not here.

He was just pretending to be here, using a computer implanted with a bot program to unilaterally contact the Black Organization after multiple information encryptions. Except for Vermouth, no one could really find the whereabouts of Karasuma Renya!

On the roof of a house in the distance, Yan Shuangying watched the police officers and firefighters from the Tottori Prefectural Police Headquarters rushing over.

A greater doubt arose in his mind—did Karasuma Renya know Haibara Ai's true identity, or was he unaware? Was the bot program he had set up here intentional, or was it just a precaution?

"The Black Organization..."

he whispered.

Chapter 207: Beidouxing No. 4 Train, the Mysterious Man in Black (5/)

On the fifth day after Yan Shuangying disappeared in Beihua Town, at the train station.

The Hokutosei No. 3 train, which was heading from Sapporo in Hokkaido to Ueno in Tokyo, slowly stopped in front of the station. Kogoro Mouri, carrying his luggage, angrily took Ran Mouri and Conan on the train.

————I finally managed to go to Nagano Prefecture to relax, but a murder happened less than five hours after I arrived.

Then yesterday he came to this city at the invitation of a friend, but happened to encounter a murder case, which made his reputation as the plague god spread far and wide. After much reflection, Kogoro Mouri finally decided to take people back to Tokyo.

What you can do in other places, you can also do in Tokyo, and what you have in other places, you can also have in Tokyo.

Moreover, the public security in Tokyo is now very strong and criminal activities have been greatly reduced. If Kogoro Mori returns to Tokyo at this time, he will definitely not encounter any murders. In this way, he can not only preserve his reputation, but also let Xiaolan relax. Why not do it?

However, according to Conan, he felt that the uncle was simply upset because he was called the plague god.

The Elementary School Student of Death put his hands behind his head, while Ran Mouri next to him stacked his suitcase on top of her own suitcase and dragged it along casually, as if she didn't feel any weight, and followed Kogoro Mouri with brisk steps.

Originally, Conan thought that he was the plague god, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the problem was not with him.

There is only one truth - that is, the real plague god is Uncle Maori! He just happened to accompany Uncle Maori to the crime scene every time, so that made Hattori Heiji misunderstand his luck!

Otherwise, how could the opinions on Maori Kogoro's luck be so remarkably consistent across different places? It's impossible to say that everyone is biased, right?

"Dad, don't worry about it. After all, there's no such thing as luck, right?"

Maori Ran said this to her father with a smile, which made Maori Kogoro's face even darker.

How can luck not exist? Others can say that, but Mao Lilan absolutely cannot say that. She can be unparalleled in playing mahjong and messing up randomly. Her luck value is absolutely maxed out! Saying that can only make people feel that it is a face-to-face mockery!

"——In short, I must prove that my luck is okay!"

"Okay, when I get back to the office tomorrow, I'm going to watch the horse racing show all day. I'm going to win the jackpot! The kind that'll make the news, so everyone knows about my great luck as the famous detective, Maori Kogoro..."

"No horse racing!"

Punished by his daughter, Kogoro Mouri opened the door of the carriage with a look of despair on his face using his ticket.

The layout here made Kogoro Mouri excited again - the Hokutosei No. 3 train is a very famous sleeper express luxury train. Not only is it expensive, but it is also hard to get a ticket. If it weren't for the victim of a case he had solved before, he would have paid for a higher ticket.

I'm afraid he will take the Shinkansen or some other train back to Tokyo this time, and won't be able to enjoy such a luxurious experience.

"Haha, I'm not bragging, but without the famous detective Maori Kogoro, you wouldn't be able to ride on such a luxurious train like the Hokutosei No. 3!"

Kogoro Mouri walked into the carriage laughing.

Conan, who was at the back, glanced at the other passengers outside who were looking at him strangely, then closed the door casually. He was speechless about Maori Kogoro's boasting again.

This was the fifth time he had heard Kogoro Mori mention this matter.

However, I didn't investigate anything in Xinye County this time. I just met the police captain named Zhufu Gaoming a few times. I don't know when I will see Yan Shuangying again.

"Well, it's already eight o'clock in the evening. Time flies."

Conan raised his wrist, glanced at the time on his watch, and complained in his heart.

------

At eight o'clock, many passengers have dinner at this time.

After placing their luggage in the reserved carriage, they went directly to the dining car to enjoy dinner. Among them was the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo and his wife Yukiko Kudo, who were traveling from Hokkaido to Tokyo.

However, Kudo Yusaku's attention was not at all on the food in the dining car's private room.

His attention had been focused on the young man in black who was flipping through a book near the window. For some reason, he felt that this young man had an inexplicable aura that made him feel extremely dangerous.

As a famous writer of mystery novels, Kudo Yusaku has come into contact with numerous cases and murderers. Even if he does not write books, he is one of the most outstanding detectives. Therefore, he can be sure that this young man is the murderer or a member of a criminal organization.

However, murderers with murderous intent often cannot control their edge, and ordinary people will shudder when seeing them.

This young man hid himself very well. Only a famous detective like him could see the difference in his temperament in such a short time——

"What's wrong, Yusaku?"

After Kudo Yukiko finished her own portion of French food, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the French food on Kudo Yusaku's plate had hardly been touched. She felt that something was wrong with Kudo Yusaku's mood, so she asked softly.

He turned his head in the direction of Kudo Yusaku's vague observation and looked towards the position of the young man in black.

Is this some kind of special actor? Does he seem like he'd be perfect for a role like The Punisher or V for Vendetta?

Yukiko Kudo immediately came to a conclusion that was very close to Yusaku Kudo's.

"...Looks like he's a very special person."

Crash---

The dining cart was pushed out, and the wheels made a sound of friction with the ground.

The figure of the young man in black was obscured by the dining car. For some reason, both Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko had a thought in their minds that the man would disappear the moment the dining car disappeared.

However, when the food cart moved to serve the next person, that person was still sitting there.

It’s just that the other person put the book aside and ate normally.

The book was put aside, and the complete title was finally visualized - "Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk".

"Is it a collection of essays by Lu Xun? A foreigner?"

Kudo Yusaku raised his brows slightly.

As a famous writer of mystery novels, he certainly knew the satirical novelist who was also quite famous in Japan. However, he had never seen any young people in his country reading books or collections of essays by Lu Xun.

The only people who can read Lu Xun's collection of essays on the train are undoubtedly foreigners, and they are from the great Eastern country.

However, why do people from the great Eastern country have this kind of temperament and appear on the Beidouxing-3 train?

————He thought of a person who was said to be dead and had to investigate.

Chapter 208 Conan: Why is there something wrong with the way Vermouth looks at me? (5/5)

Yusaku Kudo once heard his colleagues at the International Criminal Organization mention what happened in Tokyo five days ago.

Yan Shuangying, an urban legend in Beika Town, is known as the "half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger". He has been fighting against a criminal organization. In the end, the criminal organization teamed up with the Japanese Public Security Bureau's investigators to deceive the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and recruit the underworld organization.

They used the hostages to lure Yan Shuangying into the blockade area, surrounded him from all sides, and pursued him relentlessly, even dispatching an armed helicopter. However, the result was that the armed helicopter crashed, and none of the five hostages in the urban area of ​​Tokyo died, and all were rescued.

He was not killed until he rescued the last hostage by a criminal organization using a high-powered bomb.

————However, Kudo Yusaku knew some inside information.

People from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department dug the ruins for seven consecutive days and finally found a badly mutilated body at the scene. Combined with the characteristics of the black clothes, it was indeed possible that it was Yan Shuangying's body, but it was very far away from where the body was found.

Inside another emergency exit, officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department dug out a samurai sword handle accessory. Based on the identification of the famous Kansai detective Hattori Heiji, it was confirmed that it belonged to Yan Shuangying.

But how could Yan Shuangying make it possible that all the objects appeared in this emergency passage, but people died in another emergency passage?

In Kudo Yusaku's view, there is only one reasonable explanation.

That is, someone did die in the collapse caused by the explosion deep inside the theater, but the deceased was not Yan Shuangying, but another unidentified person. The real Yan Shuangying actually left through the emergency exit where the samurai sword was found.

Otherwise, officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department should have been able to find the remains of the sixth hostage's long black hair at the scene.

"Yukiko, you should go back first. I... plan to go over and talk to him."

Kudo Yusaku straightened his collar, placed his knife and fork on the empty plate, and spoke to Kudo Yukiko next to him. Then, he quickly followed the man in black who finished his meal and headed for the public carriage.

————Talk to him? So, who is this man in black?

Yukiko raised her eyebrows, picked up the pudding with her fork, finished her dessert, and went straight back to her room.

It’s not that she really planned to go back to her room and stay there obediently at this time, but she planned to go back to put on makeup, change her hairstyle, and then go to the public car to see what Yusaku wanted to say to the man in black.

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps were heard in the train aisle, followed by the clattering of room cards.

Yukiko Kudo's figure disappeared in the aisle of the sleeper car of the train. At the same time, the door of another sleeper car was opened. Kogoro Mouri retreated while boasting to Ran Mouri about his own wisdom and bravery.

I bumped head-on into the masked man who was passing by.

The masked man blushed immediately, but before he could curse, his eyes fell on Maori Kogoro's dangerous face - what? Isn't this Maori Kogoro?

So, he turned around and left without hesitation, used the room card to open the door, and hid directly in the room as if he was hiding from the plague.

Maori Kogoro:?

My enthusiasm for enjoying the French cuisine in the carriage was suddenly dampened.

Kogoro Mouri, who began to doubt whether he had really become the recognized plague god, sighed and headed towards the dining car. Conan, who was laughing secretly behind him, walked at the end. When he was about to reach the dining car, he smelled a familiar scent of perfume.

He paused and looked at the closed berth room next to him. He didn't know many women well, and he hadn't smelled perfume recently. If he smelled perfume at this moment, it must be the perfume of a woman who left a deep impression on him.

A name flashed through the Death God Elementary School Student's mind almost instantly.

Vermouth, codename member of the Black Organization.

This master of disguise, like Yan Shuangying, vanished without a trace in Beika Town, making Conan's plan to talk to Vermouth impossible. Could it be that Vermouth was also on this train? What actions will the Black Organization take?

————Conan remembered that the Black Organization often conducted transactions on various trains, and whenever there was a transaction, there would definitely be a bomb left behind to blow up the train. It was hard to believe that if it was Vermouth inside, would Vermouth also bring a bomb.

However, just as he was still thinking, Ran Mouri in front of him turned around and called him with some confusion.

"Conan, what's wrong with you? Come here quickly, Dad has already started to send food over there."

"I know, Sister Xiaolan, I'll be right over!"