sbdcsierra Chapter 170: The Dark Mysterious Train (Part 8)
Chapter 170: The Dark Mysterious Train (Part 8)
In carriage number eight, Kogoro Maori continued his reasoning: "In short, compartment B, where the deceased Mr. Murohashi was, was locked at the time. And before the murder, the conductor, who had been staying in the corridor, claimed that he had not seen any suspicious people coming in or out. So it can almost be concluded that Mr. Murohashi committed suicide."
Shira retorted, "But there aren't any burn marks around the gunshot wound on the temple?"
Conan also said: "And why is there a bullet hole on the sofa opposite?"
Maori Kogoro calmly gave his explanation: "The passengers in this carriage are all mystery fans. They must have thought they were about to die, so they deliberately left evidence that looked like homicide, packaging it into a mysterious incident."
Obviously, no one present agreed with this statement, only the conductor thought that what Kogoro Mouri said made sense.
Sera frowned. "But, this Mr. Murohashi was very active in exchanging rooms with Xiaolan and the others, and seemed to want to help everyone with the mystery puzzles. How could such a person suddenly commit suicide?"
The reporter speculated: "Didn't the conductor say he saw Mr. Murohashi on the phone? Maybe he heard some special news on the phone? Besides, I always feel that the passengers in this car look familiar..."
After saying that, the reporter began to flip through his notes.
Conan handed the reasoning paper to the conductor: "These reasoning puzzle instruction cards seem to be fake."
After looking at it, the conductor said, "Indeed, although it looks like the usual knowledge cards, the content on the cards is completely different from the puzzles we are preparing."
The novelist speculated, "Perhaps Mr. Murohashi mistakenly thought this was part of a mystery game, and he thought the gun was just an ordinary prop. So after receiving the instructions over the phone, he locked the door and prepared to start the performance, but he didn't expect it to be a real gun..."
Conan carefully thought about all the previous clues: the murderer must have used some trick that could only be used in carriage number 8 to commit the murder.
Shira asked, "Is there anything different about this first-class carriage? Why are the same people making reservations here every year?"
The conductor explained, "The first-class carriage was custom-built by consultant Jiro Suzuki for a wealthy friend. He was a huge fan of Murder on the Orient Express, so he had the first-class carriage specially enlarged so his family could travel leisurely on this train."
Maori Kogoro asked, "So, all those passengers are the family members of this wealthy man?"
"No, that family all died in a fire a month after the initial launch."
"Found it!" a nearby reporter finally found something in a thick little notebook. "The passengers in carriage number eight are all survivors of the fire. Ms. Xiao Mino is a relative of the wealthy family, and the others are all invited guests."
Conan tried to look up and stand on tiptoe to read the reporter's notes, but unexpectedly saw a special card falling from the reporter's notebook.
Conan picked up the card and found a piece of music written on it. Although Conan had perfect pitch, he was tone-deaf and didn't sing much. After looking at the card and finding nothing unusual, he returned it to the reporter.
The conversation returned to the reasoning behind the locked-room murder case. Maori Kogoro was very excited: "If this murder is a revenge drama caused by a previous fire, then doesn't it look more and more like the Orient Express Murder Case?"
So a few people decided to ask the passengers in carriage number 8 again.
Conan also asked the driver why he didn't just replace the broken light in compartment A. The driver said that there was a spare light bulb in the truck compartment, but it suddenly disappeared, and the driver's uniform was also missing.
Inside carriage number six, Huiyuan's panic was getting worse and worse: What should I do? If those guys are on the train, I can't stay here...
As she was thinking this, the phone in Huiyuan's pocket rang, indicating a new email. She opened it and saw the message "Are you ready?" signed by Vermouth.
In order not to implicate others, she took the initiative to leave the room and refused Xiaolan's request to accompany her.
In the corner of the carriage, Huiyuan took out the medicine box containing the antidote, recalled her mother's recording, and thought to herself: I'm sorry, this is my own problem, I can't let others suffer...
At this moment, Subaru Okiya pushed open the door and came in front of Haibara.
"You two are truly sisters. Predicting your actions is a piece of cake. Now, come here, into my territory."
Looking at the smile on Subaru Okiya's lips, Haibara was scared to the extreme: she could die, but she could never die on the train in this way.
When Huibara wanted to turn around and run away, the puppy Wick ran up to her in small steps.
"Woof woof!" Wick barked at Huibara a few times.
Huibara's attention was immediately attracted by the puppy whose body looked like a tape recorder, and of course, the postman who was walking by.
The postman (newspaper geek) wears a retro top hat, and the mechanical display screen on his head shows the front page headlines of the newspaper. On his chest is an old-fashioned printing press that is constantly running, and some printed newspapers are stuffed into a small bag on his waist.
Seeing that Huibara still had a frightened expression on her face, the postman adjusted his display screen and put on a smiling face.
"(n_n)"
Haiyuan:?
Seeing that Huibara still hadn't figured out the current situation, the postman scratched his head and operated the printer to print out a new newspaper.
The newspaper said: "Don't be afraid, we are here to protect you."
Huibara turned the newspaper over and saw the Muse mark representing the Orientis organization.
Realizing that they were not members of the Black Organization, Haibara breathed a sigh of relief and followed the two into the room.
Inside the room, Huiyuan looked at the first mate, the sorcerer, and the postman, who really didn't look like normal people: "Your organization's research is quite trendy..."
The smiley face still appeared on the postman's screen. The first mate felt a little helpless as he watched the postman, who was still speechless, but he still boasted to Huiyuan: "A mobile newsstand, a mobile speaker, a mobile lie detector, what do you think?"
Huiyuan showed half-moon eyes: "I feel it is completely impractical."
The first mate was shocked, and a "cursed black cloud" descended on his head, and the postman's display screen was replaced with a crying face.
"(?_?)"
The sorcerer didn't care about that and took over the conversation: "To make a long story short, those people from the Black Organization are indeed in the car, but don't worry, we are all here to protect you."
Yukiko also smiled and comforted Huiyuan: "Don't worry, Ai, we have made a plan."
"Thank you." Huibara shrank in her seat, feeling a little reserved.
The postman changed the display screen to an encouraging expression, and the printer on his chest spun rapidly.
"(*^▽^*)"
The first mate translated for the postman: "What he means is that he will accompany you to hide in compartment B of carriage seven. When everything is over, you can go home with your friends."
Huiyuan nodded, stood up on her own initiative, and took the hand that the postman extended to her.
The postman came to the door of the room, stuck his head out to look at the corridor, and after finding that there was no one, he pulled Huibara and jogged towards the destination.