Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 864 Conan, smash him to death!

Conan, Ma Wu, Martin, and Huihara Ai walked through the corridor and came to the next carriage No. 7. According to what was written on the letter, a "case" was about to happen in room B, and they were detectives who witnessed the scene.

In front of the door of 7B, there was already a man wearing a mask. He seemed to have been waiting in front of the door of 7B. When he saw that the young actors were already in place, he raised his pistol and fired continuously into the room. Then he ran past the four children, three fake and one real, and ran towards carriage 6.

Before chasing the criminal, Conan ran to the door of room 7B and took a look inside - a familiar-looking pot-bellied man was sitting on the seat, with some fake blood on his body. He tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. When his eyes met Conan's, he squinted his eyes: Ah, I'm dead.

Conan felt relieved, confirming that it was really just a reasoning activity on the train, and not someone using the activity to make a fake thing come true.

"Hurry up and catch the bad guy!" Ma Wu had already chased in the direction of the 'criminal', but when he turned around he found that except for his brother, Conan and Haibara Ai were 'indifferent'.

"Here I come." "Be careful not to fall." Conan and Haibara Ai followed one after another.

In most cases, children's running speed cannot match that of adults, not to mention that they start a few seconds slower. By the time the children passed the sixth car and reached the fifth car, the prisoner was about to disappear in the fourth car.

"Hurry up and hit him to death with the football, Conan!" Ma Wu's urging made Conan very nervous. He even started to doubt whether he had really killed someone with his football in the anime that Ma Wu had watched with himself as the protagonist.

But of course you can't really kick the football to hit the criminal. On the one hand, this is a scripted reasoning game, and chasing the criminal is just a simulation of a real reaction, just for the sake of acting. The real focus is of course on finding the criminal through reasoning.

If you really run very fast and catch the criminal, or knock the criminal down with a football, people will not praise you for your fast running or strength after knowing it, but will just point at you and say that you don't know how to play.

So just pretend to arrest someone, and when you're done, go back to investigate the scene.

"Oh, we can't find it. Let's go back to the room we were in and have a look?" Conan turned around, looked at Martin, and then looked at Haibara Ai. In fact, he was performing specifically for Ma Wu to see.

However, there was also a conductor watching their performance. The conductor was the conductor on the train, and each carriage was equipped with a conductor to serve the passengers in the five compartments.

"Kids, is this your first time taking this train?" Seeing the children who were running around stop, the conductor of the fourth car came over, half squatted down and said in a friendly manner.

After Conan, who was walking in front, nodded, the conductor continued, "Then I suggest you go back to your rooms early. The radio will announce this reasoning puzzle soon. It would be a pity if you miss it."

The main reason was that the conductor was worried that these children would get lost if they ran around without a guardian, so he tricked them back into the room.

Conan's expression suddenly changed: "Has the deduction activity not started yet?"

The captain nodded, then looked at his watch and told the truth: "About an hour."

So what did they just encounter?

"Maybe something has happened!" Conan suddenly felt something was wrong and ran back in the direction he came from. This time he ran very fast, much faster than before. If Conan had run this fast just now, he might have been able to catch up with the criminal.

After Conan ran back, a door of the fourth carriage opened a crack, and Toru Amuro's face was looking through the crack at the backs of a group of four children.

The train entered a tunnel, and the originally bright corridor suddenly became dim, illuminated only by some yellow decorative lights. Most places, whether walls or door panels, were dark brown.

Conan ran back to 7B, pushed open the closed door, and his eyes narrowed.

In the room, Suzuki Sonoko, Mao Li Ran, and Sera Masumi were sitting on both sides of the dining table, chatting.

"Conan?" Xiaolan looked puzzled.

"Knock before breaking into a lady's room!" Suzuki Sonoko complained with her hands on her hips.

"Isn't this... 7B?" Conan said hesitantly.

"This is our carriage 8B." Sera Masumi replied, "Didn't you just leave here to play with your friends?"

By the way, the only one who doesn’t know Conan’s identity is Suzuki Sonoko.

Ma Wu and the other two finally caught up with Conan, and when they turned around they saw the girls in the room.

"Hey." Martin saw Suzuki Sonoko: "Have you counted the rooms?"

As soon as they got on the train, everyone went straight to their rooms. Only Yuanzi, driven by a sense of responsibility, counted the number of rooms on the train from beginning to end, fearing that Ma Wu's ability would cause problems with the number of rooms.

"No more, no less than 40." Yuanzi said unhappily, then turned to Ma Wu with a slightly normal expression and asked, "Eight carriages, each with five rooms, how did you count 8 rooms?"

Ma Wu tilted her head: "Brother said, there is another one...another..." She remembered that there was a number 1 in the question Martin gave her, and subconsciously thought that she had to use the number.

"A freight car." Sonoko answered quickly, and then explained: "There are no rooms in the freight car. Your brother's words are useless conditions... But if the entire freight car is considered a room, then it counts as 41?"

As he was talking, Yuanzi said that he had defected to the enemy again, and turned to look at his teammates: "What do you think?"

"Anything is fine." Sera Masumi winked at Sonoko and quietly reminded her of something.

Sonoko reacted and impatiently drove the children away, "What on earth are you doing here? Go back to your room and don't disturb the girls' time."

Conan turned around and looked at his three companions: "This should be the seventh carriage, right?"

A real elementary school student can now count to 20. Conan thinks he would not be able to count the number of carriages wrong.

"I told you, this is the eighth car!" Suzuki Sonoko pretended to be angry: "And aren't you guys in the sixth car? Go back and sit down quickly, don't run around."

"Are you sure?" Martin walked in, holding Ma Wu's hand. "Xiao Wu is here. Are you sure this is the eighth carriage?"

"..." Yuanzi's expression froze. Everyone was having a great time playing the script-killing game, so what's the point of you trying to create threats outside the script?

If I insist on saying that this is the eighth carriage, will Martin's sister really turn this place into the eighth carriage, and then all the people in the carriage will disappear?

"Of course it's the eighth car." Sera Masumi insisted at this time, since the train was not hers anyway.

At the same time, Sera Masumi moved the teacup and covered a card on the table with the coaster.

However, Sera Masumi's little action still caught Conan's attention. Conan, whose sight was just a little higher than the table, noticed the edge of a card and the three cups of black tea on the table. "Did you also receive the same card as ours, asking you to switch rooms with the victim's 'corpse' as the criminal?" Conan showed his 'detective card' and asked, "This is the seventh carriage, yes, you switched, and then the uncle who played the victim went to your room in the eighth carriage, right?"

Could it be that the 'criminal' that was just chased was Uncle Kogoro? Conan was still a little confused, but Maori Kogoro's figure was much more burly than the criminal just now, so it shouldn't be.

"You guessed it right." When Suzuki Sonoko was still trying to be stubborn, Sera Masumi showed her card: "But we are just accomplices. The real murderer is someone else, and we don't know who it is."

As a mystery puzzle, there is actually an accomplice. This is just a joke. Sera Masumi actually didn't like this design that was not at all original, so he simply surrendered.

"What about uncle?"

"Dad has gone to the dining car." Xiaolan said, "Another independent letter said that he is expected to be the last person to reveal the answer."

"There's something wrong about this." Conan immediately told the conductor of the fourth car what he had said, that the reasoning puzzle would not begin for another hour.

"Ah? Then what is this? Is it a prank?" Suzuki Sonoko asked puzzledly.

After saying this, Mao Lilan suddenly remembered something: "Wasn't the person who played the victim just now the one who quarreled with the conductor on the platform?"

On the platform, a man whose room 8B was taken away by Sonoko was very angry and argued with the conductor. Xiaolan remembered that the man who had just exchanged rooms with them was the man whose room was taken away.

Coincidence? But if this letter is not a real performance invitation from the train, then it is not necessarily a coincidence.

"Is this a conspiracy by that guy to take back the room?" Suzuki Sonoko said with a little anger.

With such doubts, everyone returned to the eighth carriage.

The train drove out of the tunnel at this time, and the darkness outside the window in the corridor suddenly turned into bright sunlight. Everyone subconsciously put their arms to cover their eyes, allowing their eyes to slowly adjust to the light.

Then he walked from the seventh carriage to the eighth carriage, and Yuanzi breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, the eighth carriage is still there and has not been destroyed by Martin or Ma Wu.

Masumi Sera, who was walking behind, suddenly turned her head sharply. She vaguely felt that someone seemed to be staring at her from behind.

Arriving at the door of 8B, Suzuki Sonoko knocked on the door: "Hey, uncle, I've been found out!"

No one responded, as if the uncle inside was still loyally pretending to be a corpse.

"Hey, uncle! Something is wrong. It seems like we've been played a prank. The mystery show hasn't even started yet!"

First courtesy, then force. Although she suspected that it was a prank by the other party in order to take back the room, Sonoko pretended not to know and said that if the other party simply returned the room, everything would be fine.

However, the people inside had already decided to play dead to the end.

Yuanzi unscrewed the door handle, but was blocked when he opened the door. There was an anti-theft chain hanging on the door: "Hey, uncle, don't sleep! Quickly untie the anti-theft chain!"

Sleeping? Conan was a little confused, and squeezed past Sonoko and observed the man through the crack in the door.

The pot-bellied man now looked strange, almost the same as the last time Conan saw him in 7B. He sat motionless in his seat, with his head tilted back and his mouth open, half of his tongue sticking out, looking both dead and sleeping.

There was a red spot on the temple and a very small amount of blood was flowing down the face.

But his eyes have become an 'X' shape, which makes him look dead, but this doesn't fit the style of this world. In this world, people should die with their eyes wide open, leaving a horrible psychological shadow on the people who discover the body and the audience.

"This is death." Martin in the back reminded Conan and everyone: "In the next year, the dead in the New World will look like this. When the eyes become crosses, they are dead."

Conan looked back at Martin: Children's filter, right?

That's right, Martin was afraid of scaring Xiao Wu. Especially this corpse, shot in the temple, a completely realistic picture should be brain matter and blood flowing out of the bullet hole, the eyeball protruding outward, and the other half of the head should be bulging high even if the skull was not blown off by the bullet.

Xiao Wu is not comparable to those three stupid kids. A really bloody scene can easily stimulate a child to develop mental problems.

However, this abstract scene of death also allowed everyone to calmly and smoothly accept the fact that the person inside was dead. To be more precise, those who were slow to react had not yet reacted and were busy complaining about Martin's behavior.

Masumi Sera and Xiaolan worked together to break open the door with the security chain.

"Dead?" The so-called slow-reacting person was Suzuki Sonoko, who poked her head in and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Really dead?"

Conan walked towards the body and was about to examine it carefully when he suddenly froze and looked back at Martin: "It's so abstract, I can't check the state of the body."

Conan couldn't figure out whether something was wrong with the corpse or whether it was supposed to be that way or just an abnormality of the corpse.

For example, even if the corpse had its eyes closed, they would open the eyelids to check the pupils, but the eyes turned into a cross and could not be opened. A ruddy complexion is usually a symptom of cyanide poisoning, but the skin color of the gunshot corpse in front of us is similar to that of a living person, not as pale as it should be.

This question was indeed real, and Martin knew that Conan was not exaggerating, so he nodded. Then Conan gained the method and knowledge to perform an autopsy on an abstract corpse.

Conan twitched his lips and began to perform the autopsy.

"The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the temple, and there was a pistol next to the body." Conan concluded: "But there were no burn marks near the wound, which means it was not suicide, but homicide disguised as suicide."

Conan's face grew more worried.

He didn't know whether this person's death was a conspiracy or an accident. He was afraid that it was Vermouth or Bourbon who intended to directly attack Maori Kogoro and the girls who were supposed to be in room 8B, but accidentally encountered the deceased who exchanged rooms and then killed him. (End of this chapter)