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

This window is really a window!

Chapter 212 Am I a human or a ghost? That depends on whether you are afraid of humans or ghosts! (4/5)

Kudo Yusaku witnessed the entire criminal's crime process with his own eyes.

The part of the crime process in the novel he had written emerged in his mind, and he immediately realized that the criminal used a typical sleight of hand, shooting to divert other people's attention, breaking the window that had already been broken, and pretending to jump out of the window to escape.

Use a timing or traction switch to automatically return the door to its original position.

At the same time, he opened another door, synchronized with the sound of the door automatically returning to its original position, misleading others about his true whereabouts. Everything was exactly as he wrote in his novel, it was simply a criminal's crime plan!

But what puzzled him was that Yan Shuangying was standing beside him just now, but the next moment, Yan Shuangying disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that this half-human, half-ghost who comes and goes without a trace is now inside the criminal's room?

"Quick, stop the car and get the police from the local headquarters to come over!"

Kogoro Mouri said loudly, and the conductor next to him hurried to the cab to ask the conductor to stop the train. At the same time, another conductor notified the police officers from the nearby police headquarters to come and investigate the case.

Conan put his hands in his pockets, turned his head to look at Kudo Yukiko who was still breathing slightly at the entrance and Kudo Yusaku who looked serious, his eyes became sharp——

His father definitely saw who the criminal was.

But why has Kudo Yusaku remained silent until now, not revealing the criminal's true whereabouts? Is he waiting for the police to arrive, then gather all the passengers together and point him out in public?

This is a common style used by famous detectives, but Kudo Yusaku has always claimed to be a novelist rather than a famous detective.

What is his purpose in doing this?

"Didn't you just come here with Mr. Yan?"

Yukiko Kudo leaned her head on Yusaku Kudo's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Kudo Yusaku quietly moved away a little, as if he didn't want to be so intimate in public, as he felt it was a bit embarrassing. He just replied softly——

"He's gone. He's probably already gone into the murderer's room. If I point out the murderer's room now, he might be pointed out along with the murderer, which could be disadvantageous to him."

"Since Shinichi said he's a good man who doesn't care about reason or laws, then I'll try to believe him for once."

A good person who doesn't follow reason or the law? If he doesn't follow reason and doesn't observe the law, can he still be a good person?

Kudo Yukiko pointed her finger next to her lips. Although she was in her forties, she still looked like a girl in her twenties, which seemed a bit playful. However, Conan shook his head when he saw it.

————What Yukiko Kudo likes most is to act young.

More than once, without recognizing his identity and relationship with Yukiko, she asked him to call Yukiko "sister".

I can only say, why does the old woman act so calmly?

The Death God Elementary School Student was secretly complaining about this, but when he saw his mother looking at him, he immediately looked away and turned to follow Kogoro Mouri to the previous carriage to check the body - the previous carriage was a public carriage.

The murderer deliberately killed people in a public carriage in order to obtain witnesses and cause the police to make a wrong judgment.

Even though he couldn't remember the specific content of his father's novel and couldn't solve the case by reading the script, with his ability, it was not difficult for him to quickly figure out the whole process of the case. It would only take a few more minutes.

Conan twisted his wrist.

He had no intention of embarrassing himself in front of his father. After all, he was the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era.

At the same time, as the noise outside gradually faded away, the little black man finally couldn't suppress the smile on his face anymore.

————The plan worked! Wow, reading novels really works!

He finally completed his revenge plan and completely cleared his name!

The little black man couldn't help laughing at this moment, he was extremely arrogant. If it weren't for the good sound insulation effect, Maori Kogoro would have caught him on the spot based on the sound and closed the case directly.

However, as he was laughing, he suddenly stopped laughing.

Because the little black man felt like something was wrong.

For example, the light in the room seemed to have dimmed considerably, as if someone was standing in front of it, blocking most of the light—that couldn't be possible, right? He was the murderer, so how could someone have walked into the room without him noticing?

He didn't dare look back, thinking it was just his own illusion.

Until he heard a voice behind him.

"It seems that you are a coward who dares not even face reality."

The little black man turned his head stiffly and looked at the man in black standing in front of the light. In the backlight, he couldn't see clearly and could only vaguely feel the solemn and terrifying atmosphere.

"What? Where did the courage you had when you planned the murder go? Did you feed it to the dogs?"

Yan Shuangying's pupils were like those of an eagle, fixed on the little black man.

————Add more benefits.

This was the criminal's name, because his business card fell out from the wallet next to the bedside table, and the portrait on it was exactly the same as the criminal who now appeared in front of him.

Gayleizer's gaze fell on the man in black, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

A tremendous mental pressure was acting on him. Even though he had seen the man in black with his own eyes, he still couldn't imagine when and where the man in black entered the room.

Is this guy...really a human? There's no mention of this in Kudo Yusaku's novel manuscript.

Could it be some classic train horror story where he killed someone while the train was passing through a tunnel, and as a result, some revengeful ghost lurking in the tunnel was released?

"You, who are you? No, are you a human or a ghost?"

Jia Yueli pointed at the man in black, his fingers trembling with regret.

Just as described in the novel, he threw the pistol into the room where he pretended to commit suicide out of fear of punishment. As a result, he returned to the room empty-handed, and now he was facing this thing that he didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost, and he was completely unprepared.

————At the bottom of his tackle bag were the components of a spare pistol.

However, it was obvious that the man in black was closer to the fishing tackle bag beside the bed than he was. With his elusive speed, he might have fallen to the ground just as he got the fishing tackle bag.

"Am I a human or a ghost? That depends on whether you are afraid of humans or ghosts."

Yan Shuangying's voice was calm. He took out a cigarette box from his coat pocket and took out a cigarette out of habit.

Then, his hand that was reaching for the lighter stopped, and he remembered the no-smoking sign on the train, and put the cigarette back into the cigarette box without leaving a trace. If smoking was not prohibited on the train, he would not have brought a collection of essays on the train to read.

The urban legend's gaze was even sharper, making Jia Yueli feel even more depressed.

he asked.

"Tell me, why did you kill someone?"

Chapter 213: For Revenge? (5/5)

W-what? This guy, who was neither human nor ghost, actually asked such a question?

Jia Yueli was stunned, not knowing for a moment whether the man in black was joking with him or asking him seriously.

But he was only stunned for a moment, and a chill slowly climbed up his spine to his brain. It seemed as if there was a voice in his heart frantically warning him that if he didn't answer the question from the man in black, he would die!

So, Jiayueli said without hesitation and with great certainty.

"For revenge! I killed two people, one was a drug dealer! The other was the culprit who caused my girlfriend to become addicted to drugs!"

"My girlfriend died from drug addiction! I watched her wither away and die with my own eyes! Those two killed my girlfriend, so I planned to kill them! This is justifiable revenge!"

————Damn, drug dealer?

Yan Shuangying's eyes grew sharp. In his previous life, he hated bandits the most, and in the life before that, he hated drug dealers the most.

If what Jia Yueli said was true, he would even go and see if the thing was dead from the one bullet. If not, he would shoot it again and give it a humane execution for this country where there is almost no death penalty!

"I hope you're telling the truth, otherwise, I can guarantee you'll see your own brains!"

The urban legend of Beika Town spoke in a serious voice, almost threatening.

Jia Yueli nodded quickly, fearing that if he nodded a little slower, he would die tragically on the spot.

The next moment, he felt a gust of wind, and when he came to his senses, the man in black had disappeared. This guy made no sound whether he moved or opened or closed the door, and his speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.

"What a monster..."

Jia Yueli turned around and confirmed that the man in black had really left, then he complained in his heart.

It is hard to imagine that there are such terrible people in this world. If the guy had not just pushed the door open, he would have really thought that the ghost in the tunnel had crawled out to take his life.

————Fortunately, he really came for revenge, that’s the truth.

Click.

Jia Yueli locked the door.

Then he went to the bed, straightened the tackle bag, reached into the waterproof bag at the bottom of the bag, then pulled out the pistol parts in the bag and poured all the parts in the bag onto the bed.

Rumble————

The Beidouxing No. 3 train applied emergency brakes and came to a standstill.

Jia Yueli didn't care about the situation outside because he knew that it was four o'clock in the morning. Even if the train conductor and the police had notified the local police station of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to come and investigate, it would take at least half an hour.

Now the most important thing is to put the pistol together.

The man in black came and left inexplicably. He couldn't tell if the guy had mental problems. Maybe he would come back and kill him later. He felt safer when he put the pistols together.

When the time comes, if the man in black dares to come in, he will shoot him in the head.

What's with letting him see his own brains? Ha, the gun is in his hand, he wants to see whose brains are flowing out!

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"The deceased was smoking in a public carriage? Isn't smoking prohibited on the Beidouxing-3 train?"

Kogoro Mouri frowned, looked at the body lying in the public carriage, and asked the conductor next to him about the situation.

As a famous detective in Tokyo, the train police and other crew members who frequently traveled between Tokyo and Hokkaido naturally knew him, otherwise no waiter in the dining car would have recognized him at first sight.

"So, the murderer entered the public carriage and shot the deceased directly with clear intention."

"Then he pushed the door open and ran towards my compartment. You then opened the compartment door and reminded us that he was a murderer. After that, the murderer opened the door of his own room and fired several shots, then shot me several more times before jumping out of the car and escaping."

This is not surprising. Of course, the sleeper room has one ticket per person, and the door cannot be opened without the corresponding ticket.

However, if the lock-picking skills are strong enough, it is not impossible to open the door lock instantly. However, Kogoro Mouri does not think that the murderer has such time to open the door. After all, it took him no more than five seconds from firing the gun to entering the room.

Looking at Kogoro Mouri who was talking to the flight attendant.

Kudo Yukiko, who had secretly held the Death God Elementary School Student in her arms with both hands at some point, spoke in a frivolous voice.