Corpse collector in Conan

The air was a little quiet, and at this time, Jiang Xia waved the brochure in his hand with sympathy: "Mr. Hashimoto should have read this."

Conan: "..."

Hashimoto Maya's eyes lit up: "That's right!"

This is not a lie - although he didn't read it carefully, he did fan himself with the book because he felt it was hot in the car.

Jiang Xia flipped the brochure and stopped at one page: "This is the Shikotsugen Tourism Brochure. I just took a look. There are some introductions to the members of the Fantasy Magic Group."

Everyone gathered around the table and looked down curiously, and saw that it was a magnificent photo made up of two pages of paper. The background of the photo was a stage, and above the stage hung several oval portraits.

The photos were arranged one by one, and each one was more familiar than the other.

"Aren't these the magicians who performed in the dining car just now?" Suzuki Sonoko quickly recognized them. She pointed at them one by one, "That annoying fake prince, the mermaid princess, the prop master who looks like a comedian, the psychic with purple eye circles, and... huh?"

Her fingertips stopped at the photo on the far left. She looked left and right but couldn't recognize it: "Who is this auntie in cheongsam? It seems that she has never appeared before."

Officer Takagi: "Oh, she is the one..."

"Buzz--!!"

A vibration sound startled and interrupted the police.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Xia in unison.

In several lines of sight, Jiang Xia touched his pocket and took out the old black and white screen mobile phone-he has been holding this phone since the last call.

"It seems that the magician has a new inspiration." Jiang Xia clicked on the hands-free, "Hello?"

The man on the other side laughed mysteriously a few times: "Everyone, do you like the rose blizzard I sent?"

"Not bad." Jiang Xia said sincerely, "But why is it a blizzard, not rain?"

"..."

"Hell Puppet Master" was silent for a while, not wanting to let such a boring question lower the atmosphere he had created with great difficulty. He pretended not to hear it and continued as if nothing had happened: "The next performance is about to begin, which is what you have been looking forward to for a long time..."

"Huh? He didn't answer your question just now!"

Suzuki Sonoko felt that she had found a blind spot. She slapped her palm and felt that she was extremely smart: "I understand, this call is a recording!"

"...Dear lady, this is not a recording." The "Hell Magician" tried his best to maintain the elegance that a gentleman should have, but somewhere in the car, the murderous aura like fog swelled silently.

He calmed down his mood and tone, and continued to smile with a hint of malice: "Okay, please don't interrupt. I called to inform you that the long-awaited death magic is about to begin - please enjoy it."

"Really?" The audience was not as supportive as expected. Suzuki Sonoko looked suspicious, "Last time you said that this car would be blown up by a bomb, but it didn't. You won't trick us again this time."

"..."

The Hell Puppet Master silently took note of this group of chattering actors, and then he finished his lines with a strong will: "The stage is in Room 5 of VIP Carriage No. 1, and the theme is red roses and colorful balloons. Although the props are simple, the content is quite exciting. I named it - Disappearing from the Sky."

Suzuki Sonoko: "Uh, your naming ability..."

"Beep, beep, beep"

The phone was hung up.

Jiang Xia looked at her admiringly, then stood up: "Let's go and take a look first."

...

The stage that "Hell Puppet Master" mentioned is some distance away from here.

A group of people ran along the narrow corridor, and a trail of curious people followed behind them.

After finally arriving at the place, Jiang Xia pushed open the door, and before he could stand still, he suddenly heard a cry from the front.

"Ah--!!"

A figure stood at the door of Box No. 5, looking at the opened door in horror-it was the trainee magician who performed puppet magic.

She seemed to be frightened by the scene in Box No. 5, stepped back suddenly, stumbled and slid to the ground against the wall.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Xia ran closer while expressing his concern. Turning his head and looking into the room, he saw that this box had been covered with roses at some point-the roses with dew and branches were piled up layer by layer, forming a half-meter high platform.

In this blood-red sea of ​​flowers, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat, a black robe, and a mustache was lying in the middle, surrounded by roses and countless floating colorful balloons.

"Isn't this the leader of the magic group!" Officer Gao Mu took a closer look, his face changed slightly, "His face..." was unnaturally pale. Although it was not polite to say so, he looked like he was dead.

While coming to a conclusion in his heart, he also wanted to try to rescue him. However, just as he was about to go in, Officer Gao Mu hissed and retracted his legs.

——The rose vines covering the box were not processed, and they were covered with sharp thorns. Countless vines were stuffed here, and they turned into a thorn fence like a copper wall and iron wall, making it impossible to destroy this scene full of weird beauty.

At this moment, there was a slight hissing sound, and a few wisps of light smoke came out from the side of the body.

"Oh no!" The crowd of onlookers who squeezed in to watch the excitement fled away at a speed no slower than when they gathered, "Run, there is a bomb!"

The bombs had already started to smoke, and the explosion was obviously imminent. The two experienced policemen reacted quickly, slamming the door of the box shut and pushing the other people at the door to the side.

Almost the next moment, a "bang!" sound of explosion came from the box.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "bang bang bang" sounded one after another amid the screams of the crowd.

"...Huh?"

Hashimoto Maya, who had already hugged her head and was about to roll away, was startled when she heard the sound.

Although the "explosions" were dense, the intensity sounded... a little mini, didn't it?

——Don't talk about bombs, a pistol with a silencer might sound louder than this explosion.

"It was those balloons that were blown up." A voice expressed his guess in his heart. Jiang Xia finally got rid of Officer Sato's iron arms with a polite force and stood up from the ground. He picked up Conan who was almost crushed into a pancake, and turned his head to look at the box, "The rising smoke should not be the prelude to the explosion, but just some smoke."

As he said, he walked to the door of box No. 5 and raised his hand to push the door open.

Others approached carefully, looked in... and then froze on the spot.

——In a closed box, on a high-speed train. The body of the head of the magic group disappeared from a box surrounded by passengers.