"But look, I received this kind of card." Conan handed over the letter he had received before.

"We received it, too." Yuanzi also said.

"Well, this is indeed the same design as the instruction card I would use before." The conductor looked over and over again, "but the puzzles written on it are completely different from what I heard I was going to use."

"Then what's going on?" Yuanzi said in confusion.

The conductor couldn't say anything.

"At present, I think we can only go directly to Car No. 8 and ask the passengers responsible for acting the victim." Shiliang Matsuku proposed.

When Chen Xing saw Ai Haibara standing by the window in the corridor, he would look around nervously from time to time, alert and timid.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked in a low voice.

"Don't you think this train is weird?" Haibara Ai looked up at him and said seriously: "I feel a murderous aura is nearby."

Because I had met Belmode before, Chen Xing didn't think about how to answer.

Then Conan, who also heard the other side, smiled and said, "I think you have read too many Christie's novels, so you have an illusion."

Haibara Ai was angry at his attitude and couldn't help looking at Chen Xing, with some urgency and expectation in his eyes.

This is rare, probably when it is not recognized, I long for someone to care about her words.

Chen Xing didn't say much, just patted her shoulder lightly.

Haibara's eyes trembled. She was obviously just a small move and didn't even say anything, but she calmed down her thrilling mood since she boarded the train.

It’s like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, and the boat ripples with clear waves, making people relax.

Afterwards, the group went to the original carriage of the Garden, namely the No. 8 carriage, to find the passenger who played the victim to ask the riddle about the puzzle.

The train passed through the tunnel, and in the dark corridor, the lights were blurred, and there was a sense of atmosphere in the old century.

"That's it, this is our room." Yuanzi knocked on the door, "Hey, uncle, are you inside? The trap you set has been unlocked. Come out and explain it to everyone."

Chen Xing did not sense the breath in the room. Not far from the corridor, there were passengers in the nearby carriage saying something.

"Did he fall asleep in our room?" Yuanzi sighed and was about to open the door directly, but only opened a little, with the chains in the room inside.

She looked into the crack of the door and shouted, "Don't sleep there, hurry up and untie the door chain, uncle?"

"There is someone inside?" Chen Xing was stunned.

"Well, I saw him sleeping on the sofa." Yuanzi spread his hands, jokingly speaking, "There is still a lot of blood left on the temple, and it looks like he is dead. Maybe it's a game of mystery."

"What?" Conan was stunned for a moment, and then thought of what Chen Xing had just said, and immediately reacted and lay down into the crack of the door and looked inside.

The person on the sofa is fat, curly hair, a thorny chin, and wearing a decent white suit, looking up at the sky.

"The smell of gunpowder." Conan sniffed the tip of his nose, and his expression changed.

"Open the door first." Shiliang Matsuru said, and planned to grab the door frame.

But Chen Xing took a step faster, and just put a little force on the door frame and broke the chain hanging inside.

Shiliang Matsuru blinked, looking at the broken chains, and was in a moment of trance.

Conan had already rushed into the room.

“So cool.”

"Is this a mystery puzzle?"

Yuanta and Mitsuhiko looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting on the sofa and died very much, and were amazed at this acting skill with fake behavior.

"No, he is really dead." Chen Xing said.

Shiliang Masumu, who had reacted, had already reached through the deceased's carotid artery with her hands and nodded after hearing this.

She looked at the chains shaking on the door and the silencer pistol in the hands of the corpse on the sofa, and said in a voice: "And this is a complete murder in the secret room."

"kill?"

“Is this a real murder?”

Although I have become accustomed to the murder scene, factors such as "secret room" and "shooting" are still terrifying.

While simply examining the body, Seramatsu said, "Yes, someone shot through the victim's temple and killed him."

Maori Ran said in disbelief: "But the door of this room has been locked with chains. You have to destroy the chains like you did just now before you can come in, so would he commit suicide?"

"The way to hang the door chain is still a mystery." Shiliang Matsuru looked over, "There is no trace of burning in the gunshot area on the temple. This is evidence that the murderer fired from a long distance. If he pressed his head and fired, the muzzle would stick to the head, and the burning marks would appear."

Yuanzi guessed: "Maybe he suddenly felt scared before shooting and subconsciously took the gun away?"

"The front end of the gun is equipped with a silencer." Chen Xing said.

"Eh?" Yuanzi didn't quite understand.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand and measured it, "It should be difficult to take such a long barrel away from the head and shoot at a long distance."

Seeing this, Yuanzi stretched out her hand and gestured with a exploratory look on her face.

"Also, you can see that there were also traces of shooting on the sofa opposite," Conan said.

Shiliang Matsuru leaned over and looked at it, reasoning: "The murderer probably wanted to make the victim's cuffs stain with the smoke residue after the shooting, and wanted him to look like he committed suicide, so he made the body hold the gun and pretend to shoot and hit the sofa opposite.

There should be some smoke reaction left on the murderer's body, but it can be removed by washing his hands, and the clothes should have been thrown out of the window of the room."

She let out a light sigh, "But what is certain is that the prisoner must be still on the train and will definitely not be able to escape!"

This is barely good news, for detectives.

Chen Xing noticed that Conan around him had received some text message. After reading it, his little face became solemn.

"Anyway, you guys and Sister Xiaolan will go back to the room and wait." Conan looked at Arimi and the others.

When Mitsuhiko heard this, she said angrily: "But we want to help, too."

"Don't come here to meddle in other people's business!" Conan said angrily: "Before I come back, you must lock the door of the room. No matter who knocks on the door, it must not be opened!"

His sudden loss of composure aroused Shi Liang Zhenchun's attention.

"Why do you do this suddenly?" Yuan Tai couldn't help but say.

Conan also realized that he was too excited and waved his hand and said, "Because the prisoner is still shaking on the train, isn't it very dangerous."

"Then the kids will trouble you first." Sera Matsuru said to Mori Ran.

"I'll call my dad, too, and say it to my dad." Ran Mori said.

As he was talking, a few people who were originally in the corridor next to him came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!