The plan originally intended to target Akai Tsutomu suddenly turned against him.
Vodka looked down at Gin. Facing Kuroda Heibei who suddenly appeared, he didn't know what to do.
This was a completely unplanned accident, no one expected... that Kuroda Bei was also in the car.
Gin didn't take the management officer of the First Investigation Division seriously, but he was a high-ranking official of the Metropolitan Police Department and a member of the professional team. As long as he didn't get in their way, Gin didn't bother to pay attention to him.
"Mr. Maori, Mr. Sakaki, you are all old friends of the Investigation Division. How about you assist me in the investigation?"
Kurodabei asked casually.
"no problem."
Kogoro Mouri adjusted his tie, walked forward with a hint of alcohol in his breath, and agreed without hesitation.
As for Kidd, he had no reason to refuse.
"There are 11 passengers in the 8th carriage. Excluding Mr. Mori, Mr. Sakaki and the others, there are 5 left."
Compared to the strange travelers, Kuroda Beibei certainly trusts Sakaki Makoto and Mori Kogoro, who have been dealing with the Metropolitan Police Department for a long time. After all, they have no connection with the deceased and have no motive to commit the crime.
Of course, whether there are any personal emotions involved is not certain.
"According to the examination results, the body died no more than an hour ago, that is, between 10:40 and 11:40."
Kuroda turned around and looked at Rum, Gin and the others. He counted the number of people and found something wrong:
"Where are Miss Pomerle, who lives in 8-a, and Mr. Anton Yu, who lives in 8-e?"
Izumi Mari is naturally Vermouth, while Anton Yu is disguised as Curacao.
Without receiving any orders, Curacao would naturally not go out, and she would still stay in the room.
"I'll go call them!"
The conductor volunteered to run to the nearest compartment 8-e and called out Curacao. Her excuse was that she was sleeping in the room with headphones on and did not hear the noise.
When the conductor was about to call Vermouth, Gin winked at Vodka, who nodded, walked into compartment C, and helped Vermouth out.
After a simple bandage, the wound stopped bleeding, but Vermouth was unable to move normally. She walked with a limp and looked quite awkward.
"Ms. Izumi, what happened to your leg?"
"...I accidentally bumped into it."
Vermouth's face was pale, but her tone was nonchalant.
Kuroda Heibei looked at her deeply and asked:
"Why did you come out of Xiao Suo Xiajiang's room? Did you know each other for a long time?"
"Mr. Kuroda, they are friends who survived the fire together a few years ago. They come to ride the Mystery Train every year, and they always ride in the VIP carriage..."
The conductor said:
"But this year, something unexpected happened. Because of Mr. Maori, Mr. Murohashi's reservation was a little later than in previous years, so he was arranged in the next-level ordinary car."
"I see."
Kuroda Bei nodded:
"It seems that you guys are quite suspicious..."
"Isn't it too arbitrary to draw such a conclusion?"
Rum, who was holding a cigarette, sneered disdainfully:
"I don't care what position you hold, but I can sue you for defamation if you spit blood on me."
"Of course, it's your right."
Kuroda Heibei didn't take it seriously and was not provoked at all:
"But before that, I have the authority to order you to cooperate with the investigation."
"Please."
Rum smiled slightly, took two steps back, and came to Curacao's side. He suddenly became the person closest to the end of the carriage. As long as he wanted, he could escape at any time.
What an old fox...
Conan muttered to himself, followed Kogoro Mouri, and came to Gin who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"You must be Ms. Xiao Min Xia Jiang and Ms. Sumitomo Hiuka who live in room 8-c."
Maori Kogoro used honorifics and was quite polite in his words:
"May I ask what is your relationship?"
"I...ahem...I'm a servant of the Xiao Min family."
Vodka pinched his throat and said in a strange tone that was between male and female:
"You must be the famous Maori Kogoro, right? Is this your child?"
"No, Conan was fostered in my house by someone else."
"Hey, you look pretty good. How old are you this year?"
"Seven years old."
"Conan is a rare name. He doesn't sound Japanese. Is he mixed-race?"
“.......”
Listening to Vodka's endless questions, and seeing Gin staring at Conan with an unfriendly look, Maori Kogoro narrowed his eyes, took a half step forward, blocking their line of sight, and said:
"A 7-year-old child can't be the murderer. He doesn't have that much strength. Compared to you... Miss Sumitomo, where were you when the crime happened?"
"Of course I'm staying in the room with my wife."
After saying so many words in one breath, the vodka can hardly hold it back:
"What do you want to ask? Just say it directly."
“My question is simple…”
Maori Kogoro put one hand in his pocket and asked calmly:
"Are you sure you didn't leave Carriage 8 between 10:40 and 11:40?"
Vodka was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that he had gone to carriage 6 to deliver a letter to Conan, and there was a conductor guarding there, which meant that his actions had been exposed.
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