Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Where are the people?!"

The strong wind blew away the smoke that filled the carriage. Vodka looked at the charred corridor with a somewhat numb expression:

"Why is that boy missing?"

Gin didn't speak, and looked coldly at the collapsed door on one side. The door with embedded steel plates did not fall apart in the explosion, but the connecting iron pieces were broken.

The mysterious train built under the sponsorship of the Suzuki Consortium receives some famous people, so it must spend a lot of money on safety.

And on the collapsed door, flames were slowly burning, and the firelight illuminated the brass nameplate above.

It's a big letter, E.

6—Box E.

Vodka held the gun, and just as he was about to step forward to see the situation, he was stopped by Gin, and then

6-E A figure walked out of the box.

Dark brown coat, scruffy stubble, messy and eclectic clothing, and sharp eyes like an eagle.

Gin's face darkened and he said in a cold voice:

"Akai. Wuwu!"

A soul that was supposed to be dead appeared between Conan and Gin.

Some people seem to be born to stand in the C position. From the outside, Akai Mutake is ordinary and even a little slovenly, but no one can ignore his existence.

"impossible!"

Before Gin could react, Judy became excited. She stared at the back in front of her and said in disbelief:

"Why are you here!"

Akai Muwu looked back and said with a smile:

"Sorry, I can't meet him yet."

After saying that, Akai Muwu quickly ran towards the broken window, jumped up, and climbed onto the roof of the car again. He didn't pay attention to Gin's intention at all. He stepped hard on the roof of the car with his leather shoes, making a series of muffled sounds, and quickly moved towards Run to Car No. 9.

"not good!"

Gin's expression changed, and he immediately guessed that Akai Muwu's target was not him, but Rum from another direction:

"Hurry up!"

"It's brother!"

This is not the time to worry about Edogawa Conan at all. Akai Mutake has not appeared for a long time, making Gin think that he does not exist, so he carries out the next plan in advance. Now that the other party has appeared, and the backbone of the black organization have dispersed, If we don't provide support quickly, we will be in big trouble!

Gin returned along the original route with vodka. Kidd and Conan looked at each other and turned to chase after him.

Two minutes ago, box 8-C.

"Belmod, I really hate you so much, but no matter how much I hate you, I never thought that one day you would betray the organization and the Boss."

Chianti put one foot on the seat, pointed the gun at Belmode who was sitting by the window, and smiled wildly:

"Tell me, what should I do with you?"

Excited eyes swept over Belmod's body from top to bottom. Chianti's excited cheeks turned red and her body trembled slightly:

"Should I tear off your clothes first and throw them into the corridor to be humiliated, or"

The muzzle of the gun stabbed the thigh wound hard, and Belmode groaned.

"Or will it leave you with scars that you will never forget?"

“Chianti”

Cohen, who was responsible for monitoring the conductor, couldn't help but said:

"Restrain. The only person who can deal with her is Boss."

"What are you afraid of! The Boss can't see it anyway!"

Chianti ignored the dissuasion of his companions:

"I'm afraid this is our last chance for revenge. How can we not cherish it? Belmod, are you so scared that you can't even speak?"

Belmode raised his head, looked directly into Chianti's eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a slightly pitiful and disdainful smile.

"I'll kill you!!!"

Chianti was furious, and raised the butt of the gun to smash it down. Cohen knew that she had a hot temper, and if she got really angry and dared to kill someone, he quickly grabbed her wrist:

"Chianti, calm down! She is deliberately irritating you. If she falls into the hands of the Boss, your life will be worse than death!"

"Let me go!"

Chianti broke free of his wrist, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly sneered:

"You're right. It would be too easy for her to let her die like this. I heard that when the boss treats a traitor, he will first use a knife to separate the opponent's skin, and then sprinkle honey on the wound. sugar, and finally throw in some cute bugs and ants to keep them going Bite the wound and eat you up bit by bit. This process usually takes several days. A traitor who is punished like this will scream in pain for a whole day, and the next day his voice will be hoarse and he cannot scream. But the pain became more and more severe, and in the end I could only die slowly in despair."

"Belmod, I really envy you. This kind of punishment is rare nowadays."

Just listening to the description, Belmode seemed to be able to feel the itching sensation coming from the insects and ants climbing on his body. His already pale face became even more ugly, but he still stared at Chianti coldly.

At this moment, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in the box.

"It seems I came at the right time."

"Who is speaking?!"

Chianti turned around sharply and looked around vigilantly, but could not find the source of the sound.

The speaker was a woman, but the only women present were Chianti and Belmode. How could there be a third one?

"Here, here."

The conductor who nodded his head let out a chuckle like a silver bell, suddenly took out his bound hands, and shot something towards Cohen and Chianti.

A silver light flashed in the air. Chianti and Cohen, who had no time to react, only felt a pain in their necks. Then they felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Plop!

Plop!

The conductor stood up, took off the mask, and revealed a beautiful face like a 17-year-old girl. She smiled at Vermouth:

"I used to envy your makeup skills. You are over 50 years old, but your skin is still as smooth as a girl. Later, I found out that you were just pretending to be old, right, Sharon?"

"Your mouth is still as unforgiving as ever, Yukiko."

Vermouth also laughed:

"But the makeup skills you learned from me are just the basics."

"Okay, okay, who made me like Sharon the most?"

Kudo Yukiko walked forward and wanted to untie the rope for Vermouth, but she pulled her hand out directly:

"So you have already untied the rope, so it's okay even if I don't come, right?"

"On the contrary, you helped me a lot."

Vermouth bent down, pulled over the wheelchair that Gin was riding, and took out a luggage bag from the bottom:

"If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be able to move freely."

"What are you going to do?"

Kudo Yukiko watched Vermouth take out the disguise props from the bag and asked curiously:

"You are injured, is there anything else to do?"

"Secret."