Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 2703 2707 [Another Psychic] Asking for a monthly ticket (づど)

The staff brought a delicate porcelain plate and stopped at the table of the high school students.

"Hello." She smiled sweetly, "This is the rose salad you ordered just now."

"Rose salad?" Suzuki Sonoko looked over curiously and saw that the bottom of the deep porcelain plate put down by the staff was covered with a layer of green lettuce, and on the lettuce were clusters of roses with branches cut off and buds ready to bloom.

"So beautiful!" Officer Takagi, who shared the table with them, scratched his head, "But can this be eaten?"

Jiang Xia looked at the people at the same table: "Who ordered it?"

Ran Maoli came back to her senses from this romantic meal and shook her head.

Then she was surprised to find that everyone else was shaking their heads, and no one actually admitted it.

There was no need for people to lie about ordering, which means...

"Wrong order?" Suzuki Sonoko raised her hand, intending to call the waiter who was walking away.

However, at this moment, a figure stopped at their table.

A few people looked up in surprise and saw a train attendant in a white uniform.

The female attendant pulled her hat down and said in a clear voice: "Sorry to bother you - Robert just said that he wanted to say good morning to every guest."

Hashimoto Maya looked at her warily: "What Robert?"

The woman smiled and didn't say anything, but her pocket on the side suddenly squirmed.

Everyone looked at it and saw a little brown-haired puppet crawling out of her pocket.

Soon, this puppet with a foreign look jumped onto the table, raised its wooden hands and greeted everyone: "Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"

"Huh!" Suzuki Sonoko was touched by the cuteness of this exquisite little toy, "It's amazing, it's like it's alive."

"..." Hashimoto Maya shrank back silently, and a word quietly popped up in her mind, "Hell's puppeteer".

... and "Uzo" who likes to manipulate living people as actors.

This made him subconsciously want to look up at the woman, but he was worried that seeing her face clearly would cause trouble for himself.

Just as he was struggling, the woman at the table suddenly laughed. She put away the puppet, took off her hat, and revealed a young and lively face.

"Excuse me, everyone. I am the apprentice magician of the Fantasy Magic Group, Canjian Satomi."

The young girl smiled and said to all the guests in the dining car: "Next, the Fantasy Magic Group will present a magic show for you - please enjoy it!"

After that, she bowed and turned to leave.

"It's just like you said." Officer Sato took a sip of coffee and looked at Takagi, "So it seems that the person who sent roses yesterday is indeed a member of this magic group."

Suzuki Sonoko's ears moved slightly: "What do you mean by just like he said? Miss Sato, is there something we don't know?"

There is a magic group on the car, and there is nothing to hide about this kind of thing. Sato Miwako simply repeated what Takagi said last night.

Speaking of this, Officer Takagi added enthusiastically: "This magic troupe was established 5 years ago. Even without media publicity, they have gradually gained some reputation at home and abroad. I heard that the most famous performance is the 'living puppet'. The little puppet just now should be a simplified version of this finale." "I see." Suzuki Sonoko was in a good mood. "I was worried that I would be bored on the road, but I didn't expect to run into the magic troupe by luck. The trainee magician just now performed so well. I really don't know what the main pillar of the troupe can perform like." As he was talking, a man wearing a black hat and a black robe knocked on the door of the carriage and walked in very politely. Conan looked up. Seeing the black, his heart skipped a beat, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Could it be someone from the Black Organization? "Tsk, what are you thinking about? There are many people in the world who wear black clothes. Jiang Xia wears black from head to toe every day. It's such a common color. How can everyone be a member of the organization?" Conan pressed his forehead: "Although I always feel that the air in this car is suffocating... But I'm not Huiyuan, there is no so-called organization radar. It should be an illusion caused by acclimatization." The fake elementary school student tried to calm down and carefully observed the people who walked into the car. "Welcome to the magic train." The expressionless man in black suddenly became cheerful. He opened his arms and a cane with a gemstone on the top appeared in his hand. "I am the leader of the Fantasy Magic Group, Gentle Mountain God! - Next, please enjoy the performance brought by our Fantasy Magic Group!" The leader performed an ordinary magic trick and left the stage with a cane. After him, a tall woman with sexy clothes and black silk gloves that reached her upper arms came out. She turned her wrist and a slender goblet appeared in her palm. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a fountain suddenly gushed out of the empty cup, and the trickling water quickly filled the cup.

After reaching the mouth of the cup, as the female magician gently tapped the magic wand, the overflowing water gushed up and became a mini fountain suspended in the air.

"I am the 'mermaid princess' of the magic troupe, Xi Hai." Every magician seems to have a stage name that suits his or her specialty. The woman lifted her curly hair behind her ears and smiled seductively, "Magic related to water is all my expertise - welcome to come to the Corpse Field to watch tomorrow."

Mermaid Ji left slowly under the curious gaze of the mermaids. The next person to appear was a middle-aged man wearing a pink suit, a pink bow tie, and a happy face, who looked like a funny role.

He seemed to be particularly good at prop magic, and his performance was humorous, half magic and half like a skit.

After this man left, a man with a headscarf, snow-white foundation, and huge purple eyeshadow appeared.

"I am the psychic of the Fantasy Magic Group." The man said in a ghostly tone, "I don't perform magic, but if you want to see it, I don't mind showing you one or two."

Hearing the word "psychic", Jiang Xia grabbed the floating ghosts and hugged them, and looked over.

The "psychic" on the opposite side didn't look here much, and his eyes never lingered on other people's ghosts.

Jiang Xia took a serious look and found that he was not pretending, but really didn't care. He immediately understood in his heart: another fake psychic.

The fake psychic flicked his wrist, and a glass ball the size of a human head appeared in his palm, with a glass cup inside the ball.

The manager of the magic troupe came over and helped him put down a table.

The fake psychic put the glass cup covered with the glass ball on the table, lifted his robe, and sat down in front of the table.