Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 243 Suspicious Nth Power
I don't know what the man in the cap was thinking, but after running into the box, he didn't close the door, leaving the sliding door half open.

It wasn't until Mori Kogoro and Conan got close to three meters away that the door of the house was suddenly closed as if they were finally alarmed.

Two seconds later, Mori Kogoro rushed to the door, pressed the doorknob, and pulled the door heavily to the side.

——He originally thought that the door was locked, but unexpectedly, the process of opening the door was extremely smooth. With a swipe, the scene in the box was displayed in front of them without any obstruction.

There was no one in the room, the window facing the door was broken, and the strong wind blew the house into a mess.

【Only the whistling wind and the sound of the train play a noisy melody...】

"...", Conan pressed the door frame, looked at the dark window, and suddenly remembered.

Not an old case.

Not a cop movie.

Not even a published speculative novel.

This is a draft.

——A novel manuscript written by Kudo Yusaku more than ten years ago but never published.

……

After the commotion, the train stopped urgently, and not long after, a large number of police arrived by car.

In front of a certain dining table in the dining car, a well-dressed middle-aged man lay face down lifelessly.There was an obvious blood hole in the back of his head, and this penetrating gunshot wound was obviously the cause of his death.

It was not difficult to find out the identity of the victim. Soon, a Hokkaido police officer reported to the Nishimura police officer in charge of the case:
"The deceased was Izumo Keitaro, 56 years old, who lived in Kobe City, Kyoto. He was the owner of a large jewelry store.

"According to eyewitnesses, the murderer was a man wearing a windbreaker, a hat, a mask, and other coverings. He walked from the entrance of the dining car to the back of the dead man, shot him in the back of the head, and then hurried to the back of the box. The direction fled. The flight attendants tried to give chase, but were unable to catch up."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corridor leading to the box, marking the murderer's escape direction.

"And after the flight attendant..." the policeman's voice fell, and a voice deliberately exaggerated magnetically interjected, "I caught up with him!"

Under the attention of everyone, Mori Kogoro stepped forward, checked his pockets very forcefully, lowered his head slightly, and told about his experience just now:

"After hearing the movement of the dining car, I opened the door to check, and the man happened to pass by my room.

After he ran to his room, he stood at the door and shot one shot at the window, and then shot two shots in my direction. After that, I thought it was wrong, so I chased after him, but at that time, he had already escaped from the car .”

The police officer who was robbed by him was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Are you...?"

Officer Nishimura also turned around, stroked the stubble on his chin, and looked carefully at Kogoro Mori:

"I seem to have seen you somewhere..."

After a pause, his expression suddenly became strange, "You are that 'Sleeping Kogoro?'"

His reputation has spread to Hokkaido!In the future, I should bring a signature pen with me when I go out... A similar thought flashed through Mori Kogoro's mind, and he smiled modestly, ready to admit his identity modestly.

But before him, the police officer next to him let out an ah, and blurted out in a tone of seeing is better than hearing, "Is that the plague god who will be involved in unfortunate incidents wherever he goes?"

"...", no need to guess, this is definitely from the Mumu Police Department!
Mori Kogoro smiled dryly, and angrily wrote down a few notes to his former boss.

Although the name of the God of Plague is difficult to explain in words, his popularity is indeed very high. Police officer Nishimura confirmed to him carefully, "You are the only one who saw the criminal escape?"

"All four of us saw it." Mouri Kogoro pointed to himself and Xiaolan next to him, then turned his head to search for a long time, and finally found the remaining two witnesses.

He pointed to Bai Shu and Conan who were sitting at the dining table halfway across the dining car, "And my assistant, and the little devil with glasses next to him."

Police officer Nishimura followed his direction and didn't pay much attention to the two young men. He turned back quickly and continued to ask Mori Kogoro for details.

Bai Shu also withdrew his eyes from looking at Police Officer Xicun, and chatted casually with Conan, "Since we are sure that it is your father's manuscript, then just ask him, maybe we can know the murderer directly, which will save trouble."

"I know..." Conan rubbed his phone that had dialed out the dial interface a long time ago, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart.

The murderer is following his father's script, so this case has a very different meaning to Conan, giving him a feeling like a father-son confrontation, and he also wants to try to see if he can beat Yusaku Kudo.

But Conan has no impression of the following plot, and if this is a serial murder case, the sooner the mystery is solved, the better the safety of others can be guaranteed.

The desire to win fought with the conscience, and finally the conscience won.

Conan sighed, input the number resignedly, and press to dial.

A few seconds later, he listened to the electronic tone on the phone indicating that he couldn't get through, and showed a complicated expression that didn't know whether to be happy or worried, "I can't get through."

"The signal is not good, keep calling, you are idle anyway." Bai Shu was not surprised by this result.

He casually dealt with the tangled Conan, while looking up at the corridor connecting the dining car and the box.

A slender figure was leaning in the shadows around the corner, with arms crossed, looking at the police officers in the restaurant, listening to their conversation carefully.

She was wearing an off-white casual dress, a sun hat of the same color on top of her head was pressed down to her ears, and a pair of huge sunglasses were placed on the bridge of her nose.

If placed by the sea, this is undoubtedly a pleasing picture.

But at the murder scene at four o'clock in the morning, other than weird and suspicious, there are no other adjectives that people can think of.

The woman seems to be very sensitive to other people's eyes. Just a few seconds after Bai Shu looked at it, she turned her face slightly and met Bai Shu's eyes.Soon, she turned and left.

……

At the same time, Mori Kogoro was still running and jumping to demonstrate the scene to the police.

Although what he said sounded good, considering the situation at that time, Police Officer Nishimura did not believe that the gangster would jump out of the window and escape.

——The speed is so fast, and in the tunnel, the wind pressure is huge, and the behavior of jumping out of the window in a hurry is almost equivalent to suicide.

"The corridor is so dark, he may have taken the opportunity to run away while you were avoiding his shooting."

Police officer Nishimura said with a cigarette in his mouth, and clicked the lighter, but it hadn't been lit yet. He came back to his senses and extinguished the flame again.

"There is more.", smoking that tasteless cigarette, he walked into the box of the peaked cap man "Jump", squatted down, put on his gloves, and picked up a gun from the box floor. how many bullets

"In that case, the gangster wouldn't abandon his gun and run away."

"Hmm... maybe he brought two guns, and when he was running away, he accidentally dropped one of them."

Mori Kogoro exudes his whimsy.

(End of this chapter)