Conan’s Corpse Picker

"I will smash the glass in the ball with the power of my soul." The magician who calls himself a psychic said while reaching out and touching the glass ball. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he exerted force on his palms, as if he was holding something in the air.

Under the gaze of everyone, the untouched glass began to tremble and shake... and finally cracked and shattered into slag.

Jiang Xia looked at the fake psychic, then looked down at his hands: "...?"

Several main players from the magic troupe took turns to appear on stage, dazzling the passengers with various miraculous little magic tricks.

The atmosphere in the carriage was just right, but from a corner, an unharmonious sound came faintly.

"It's so noisy, don't rush me." A magician with shoulder-length curly hair and dressed like a Western prince sat by the window with his chin in his hands. He drove away the manager with an impatient look on his face, "There's a car full of country bumpkins, you can do whatever you want. If they can get hooked by performing something, why do you have to let me perform too.”

The manager said: "But we have communicated the program list with the train conductor. If he knows about our temporary changes and is dissatisfied with it, he will be in trouble if he wants to make an appointment next time - just go on stage and show off your skills. It will definitely shock the audience. , become the brightest star of the troupe! ”

"What does 'becoming' mean? I was originally the star of the troupe." The magician glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"Okay, put away your flattery, I won't accept this. If you have time to rush me, why not hurry up and find where the leader is - that guy is good at calling people, except for showing up and beating him at the beginning He just said hello and then went away to relax, leaving all the troublesome matters to other members. The group leader was really comfortable. "

The manager was so anxious that he looked around: "I've been looking for him since just now, but I haven't seen him at all. If you don't show up, there's really nothing we can do..."

Speaking of which, the last magician just finished his performance. In the lively carriage, the audience was still interested and looked over expectantly.

The manager noticed their gazes and quickly raised his voice: "Then, the number one star of our fantasy magic troupe - Noble Yurama will make his debut!"

The passengers applauded generously.

This was quite enthusiastic support, and Yurama, who was dressed as a Western European aristocrat, half pushed and half stood up. He snorted, walked out of his seat with a long face, and came to the corridor.

After a quick glance, Yurama's eyes were fixed on one of the passengers.

——The man was wearing a long black trench coat and a top hat, with long silver-white hair hanging down to his waist under the brim of the hat. Wearing such a low-key yet high-profile outfit, he sat calmly alone by the window, looking like a reclusive master.

What's more important is that although there was such a wonderful magic trick going on in the carriage, this person didn't even raise his head or even look at it.

Yurama was stunned for a moment, as if an idea flashed in his mind: this pretending to be low-key, this mysterious temperament, the windbreaker that can hide many props at a glance, and this attitude of ignoring the magic show, There is only one truth! Could it be that... I met a colleague?

Judging from the hair color of this colleague, he may be following the same Western Fantasy route as himself.

...This is very upsetting.

"This gentleman." Thinking of this, Yurarama walked over with a smile and issued a challenge, "I need help with my magic show. Do you mind helping me?"

The passenger in black took a sip of coffee and said without even looking at him, "Do you mind."

Yurama: "..."

...You kid, don’t be so shameless!

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, intending to use words to provoke this anonymous colleague. However, at this moment, the table on the side made a sudden noise.

The magician looked around in confusion, and saw a foreigner wearing sunglasses knocking over a coffee cup. At this time, the sloppy man was choking, lowering his head, and hurriedly cleaning up.

Next to Maya Hashimoto who choked on her coffee.

Conan was holding the juice cup and froze on the spot.

After a few seconds, he took the cup and took a sip, then turned his head and pretended to care about Maya Hashimoto: "Uncle Hashimoto, are you okay?"

On the surface, Conan looked calm, but in his heart, Conan was silently stirring up a storm: Gin... How could there be gin in this car? ! He was clearly not in the dining car before. When did this guy come?

"This train didn't stop on the way. In other words, when we got on the bus last night, Gin was probably already on this bus. I actually stayed in the same car with him all night, but I didn't notice anything at all. I noticed..." Conan was afraid for a while:

"Fortunately, because there was Maya Hashimoto next to me, I was always more careful and didn't say anything that a child shouldn't say."

"But..." Despite being frightened, the fake primary school student gradually noticed the abnormality. Conan frowned in confusion, "Why did Maya Hashimoto suddenly choke on her coffee?"

"Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it could also be that he was shocked when he suddenly saw Gin, so he choked - in other words, this guy actually knows Gin?"

This thought flashed across his mind, and Conan looked at Maya Hashimoto with even more vigilance, feeling that the possibility of this guy being a member of the organization had increased significantly.

Also, one more thing.

"The last few times I met Gin, he was always accompanied by Vodka. Why didn't I see that big guy this time?" Conan touched his chin in confusion, "Did Gin change his partner this time, to..."

He turned his head and his eyes fell on Maya Hashimoto.

Maya Hashimoto, who had just realized in despair that the danger of this car was far greater than imagined: "..."

…

Similar to the chaos between the two real and fake Uzo brothers, on the other side, the magician was not in a good mood either.

——The guy who seemed to be traveling with him refused to accept his challenge letter. He wanted to make some more provocations, but was stopped by the timid manager who wanted to calm things down.

Seeing that the conductor was also curious and came over, the magician finally restrained himself a little and reluctantly planned to start his performance.

Turning his eyes, the magician's eyes fell on Jiang Xia's table.

——When someone clumsily knocked over the cup, he glanced over here following the sound, and then he saw an eye-catching young girl.

This made the magician raise his brows and become a little more interested in doing magic. Anyway, he was just using a few tricks to deal with these country bumpkins. In this case, he might as well pick someone who can make him happy and play.

"This beautiful young lady." Thinking of this, Yurama raised the corner of his mouth with a smile that was full of interest. He extended the invitation again, "Can you please help me?"

This time, he finally didn't get a cold rejection.

Compared with the annoying colleague just now, the young and beautiful female high school student is much more sensible. Mao Lilan looked around and pointed at herself in surprise: "Me? Is it me?"