Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Jinjiu put down his phone and said coldly: "That person would never think that it is time to say goodbye to the world when he gets information."

"Hey, big brother installed that kind of bomb after all." Vodka grinned, "As long as it encounters a violent vibration, it will explode, even if the babe goes all the way, at three ten ten, he will detonate the bomb by himself. Switch. In just ten seconds, that guy will be ashes with the Shinkansen!"

　　 Conan's pupils shrank violently, and exclaimed: "Ash?!"

　　 His voice is so loud that it even attracted the attention of gin and vodka.

　　 Conan hurriedly concealed: "Papa Mud! Papa Mud!"

　　 Mouri Kogoro glared at him: "It's a mud doll, not a mud dad."

　　 "Oh, hehe, that's it." Conan smiled awkwardly.

　　 But it was finally fooled. Gin did not focus on the children.

　　 is really a powerful bomb.

　　 Thinking of this, Xin Fan had a headache, so he could only reach out and rub his temples. The organization really didn't shame the name of a transnational criminal group in the slightest. It used high explosives just to kill a trading partner.

　　 "Nagoya Station is here, Nagoya Station is here." The radio began to broadcast the arrival reminder.

　　 Gin and Vodka stood up with the sound, and both got out of the car.

　　 Conan was still immersed in shock and unable to extricate himself, but when he saw this scene, he jumped up and rushed over to stop him.

　　 Shinhan's Yu Guang who read the book noticed Conan's movements, so he reminded him softly: "Miss Maori, Conan seems to be running around again."

　　 "Huh? Really!" Maurilan suddenly stood up angrily, and with a few steps of karate champion's physique, he caught up with Short-legged Conan.

　　 "You will come back to me! I just ran around without looking at you for a while! If this happens again, I will never take you out next time."

　　 Conan slipped into his clothes, staring blankly at the train door slowly closing in front of him, blocking the figure of the man in black leaving.

Oh no! Less than forty minutes left! The bomb must be found! !

　　 Conan's figure disappeared in a hurry, and it was useless for Mao Lilan to shout from behind.

　　 But, soon, maybe not even five minutes, Conan returned.

　　 "Brother Asano!!" He called Shinhana's name in his mouth and stumbled over, "Brother Asano, I have something very important to tell you! Can you go to the dining car with me?"

　　 Shinshige raised his eyes from the book.

Um? Conan is planning to tell him about the bomb directly?

　　 This is also good, he can remind quietly. After all, he remembered that the trade partner seemed to be a woman sitting in a non-smoking car on the second floor.

　　 Following Conan into the dining car, the child's expression was already very nervous: "Brother Asano, I just overheard someone saying that there is a bomb on this Shinkansen! It's the kind of bomb that will explode as long as it collides!"

　　 "Hmm." Xinfan nodded, "Where?"

　　 "Huh?" Conan was stunned, "Do you believe what I said?"

"Believe."

　　 Conan was so moved that he wanted to pat Xinfan's shoulder hard!

　　 When he told the police just now, he was completely treated as a kid's joke. So on the way back, he thought of a lot of explanations, and even considered telling Asano his true identity.

　　 However, that person actually believed and believed that way? !

　　 "Tell me about the clues you have gotten." Xinfan reminded calmly.

　　 Still lost in a daze? ! Does Conan know how tight time is? It has been delayed for almost ten minutes, and they may have to discuss the clues on the open face, quickly find the bomb, and then deal with it safely.

　　 The emperor is really not too anxious... Well, it's too much anyway!

　　 However, Conan was stunned: "Shall we go to the police and explain the situation?" The police didn't believe the children, but should always believe the words of adults.

　　 "Look for the policeman?" Xinfan frowned. "Children don't go to the police whenever they encounter problems. They must learn to take the initiative to take responsibility and solve crises through their own efforts."

　　 "..." Conan began to wonder if he had found the wrong person. Does this guy think he is joking?

　　 But after thinking about it carefully, he also agreed with Xinfan's words. There is no suitable place for the evacuation of passengers on the Shinkansen nearby. If you tell the police, it may cause panic.

"Okay, okay." Conan cleared his throat and said, "There were two people who made a deal with someone who is still sitting on the Shinkansen and put the briefcase with the bomb in his place. The bomber said he could finally smoke, so I think the bomber should sit in the non-smoking car."

　　 Bomb Bomb Bomb, I feel dizzy. However, he is still willing to play a supporting role: "If the smoking is banned, it will be the second floor of Car No. 7?"

　　 "Huh?" Conan was a little dazed, "Aren't there eight non-smoking cars? How did Brother Asano lock the second floor of car 7?"

　　 "……"

　　 How does he know why it is car number seven? Isn't that the reasoning that Conan should do? It stands to reason that after hearing his reminder, Conan should be able to reflect the logical relationship immediately.

　　 But he can't tell the truth: "Didn't you say that they were doing business? If that's the case, then he should be quite rich. In the special class car on the second floor, only car No. 7 is non-smoking."

　　 Ah, it turned out to be like this!

　　 Conan showed a suddenly enlightened expression: "Yes! Why didn't I think about it~www.readwn.com~ The guy who can pay 400 million yen must be sitting in the special class car! You are amazing, brother Asano!"

　　 "……" Is this really the reason? Xinfan was very skeptical, but at present, at least Conan got the correct result. As to whether the process conforms to the plot, it is beyond his control.

　　 It’s just that gin and vodka won’t be fanned by his butterfly fan. You can’t even finish the original conversation, right? !

　　 Those conversations are so informative that every sentence cannot be missed.

　　 With deep concern, Xin Fan followed Conan to the seventh car next to the dining car.

　　 "The first person with a briefcase was found. It was the guy who looked like a gangster." Conan watched the surrounding environment while whispering to Xinfan.

　　 Xinfan looked at the man for a while, and ruled it out: "It is very rude to describe others as a rascal. Conan can't do this."

　　 "..." Conan rolled his eyes in his heart, "I see! The second...ah, it's the burly old man."

　　 I always feel that being burly is not a particularly good adjective, especially at this time, it seems to be alluding to the suspected identity of the elderly. But there has been a lot of progress.

　　 excluded again.

　　 "The third one is the smart and capable woman sitting over there. Her black briefcase is on the seat next to her."

　　 Listening to Conan's words, Shinfan nodded secretly.

　　 is her.

　　 Knowing that the special seats are not sold out, he should buy the seats here for himself and Conan. In this way, maybe Conan could find out when a woman was trading with gin.

　　 "The fourth and last one, that seems to be a very talented office worker."