Shin Kawakawa sat opposite him and adjusted the headphones in his ears.

Then he connected to someone on the train and talked.

"Is there anything unusual about you?"

“Yes.”

"Oh? What is it?" Kamikawa suddenly became interested.

"I've installed a wiretap machine and wait for the actors to come on stage. You can switch channels and listen to it yourself."

Shangkawa raised his eyebrows slightly and switched the eavesdropping channel of his glasses to another one.

The sound is transmitted from the frame to the ear through the bones through the bones.

Compared to Conan, another channel is much quieter, with occasional doorbell ringing, accompanied by the flight attendant's footsteps, as well as the other party's greetings and opening the door.

He was waiting quietly, waiting for the good show to happen.

Carriage No. 5.

A doorbell rang out in a private room, and the conductor sitting in the aisle rushed over and asked if the other party would be helpful.

The train aisle is only half a meter wide, and the open private rooms block the entire aisle, not only blocking the way, but also blocking other people's sight.

The door of the box slowly opened, and a tall man wearing a knitted hat and scarred on his face slowly walked out of the box.

He did not look around or stay, but stepped straight through the box next door and walked to a box next to it.

The door of the box was not locked, and he twisted it gently and went straight into the box.

There is only one person in this box, a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

Seeing the visitor, Kudo Yukiko was slightly surprised and then suddenly realized.

"So Siron, you're dressed up like this."

She walked around the train and it really caught Belmode's attention.

Belmode was not surprised to be called out by someone, so she walked to the opposite side and sat down, lit a cigarette light.

The cigarette burned slowly, and the face of the person opposite was also a little unreal in the smoke.

The person opposite is obviously a tall man, but his temperament shows a hint of charm.

The contrast between these two extremes is very abrupt, but when they appear on Belmode at the same time, it is very reasonable.

Kudo Yukiko opened the car window for a section to let the smell of smoke drift out.

Some wind blew into the carriage from outside, blowing her hair into a mess.

Belmode's hair was still motionless, after all, it was a wig that was buckled by a knitted hat.

"There's no way, who made my face useless now?" Belmode reached out to touch his face.

Sharon Wynyard has passed away, and her other identity is revealed, Chris Wynyard has become a wanted criminal.

Anyway, you have to pretend to be someone else, so why not pretend to be someone who can play some unintentional role?

She looked at Kudo Yukiko with her chin slightly raised, and she looked quite optimistic.

"I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that the struggle between the little boy and the organization would actually involve you as a mother."

Kudo Yukiko picked up the black tea and took a sip, her posture elegantly.

"I came here voluntarily. Since my opponent is a big star on the screen, at least I should invite me, an actor known as the legendary Japanese, to star together."

She looked at Belmode, and her eyes seemed to see the still young face under the mask through the mask.

"It's a bit of a pity. I originally wanted to ask you how to wear makeup that can maintain dazzling colors when you get older. I really didn't expect that the famous actor Sharon Wynyard was just a person who deliberately put on old makeup..."

Belmode was very interested in chatting with Kudo Yukiko, a former junior sister.

It should be said that she didn't plan to do anything on the train this time, so she was very leisurely.

"It's still very tiring to play an elderly man."

"Yes, I have to play not only my mother, but also my daughter."

"Haha..." Belmode smiled and said nothing.

The carriage was quiet, and the outside trouble seemed to have nothing to do with the two people in the carriage.

Kudo Yukiko was drinking black tea comfortably, as if she was having a long-disagree chat with her old friend.

She inadvertently asked the question that troubled them:

"Since you're dressed up like this, who is that gin? Could he really come here in person?"

Belmode curled his lips and smiled, looked at her calmly for a while, and his red lips gently spit out two words:

"secret."

...

In car No. 3, Custer walked out of the private room while making a phone call.

There was a little teased anger in her eyes and an indescribable excitement.

It's like the perverted excitement of seeing prey being chased to the end of the road and about to be cruelly killed.

"A murder occurred on the train. I'm going to see the style of Kogoro Mouri."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, "Don't forget your business."

"Hasn't Belmode confirmed that Shirley was in the car? Don't worry, I'm looking forward to seeing the wailing sound of prey before death."

"It's a pity that you didn't come here in person, otherwise this train would have been very interesting." I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Custer's tone was quite regretful.

After hanging up the phone, she sorted out her expression and slowly walked towards Car No. 8.

In carriage No. 8, Conan was standing aside, watching Kogoro Mori interrogate other passengers.

He was a little surprised to see Pingshijia appear suddenly.

"Sister, are you on this train too?"

His eyes fell on the bag that was carrying a bag, which was enough to hold a pistol.

The trains sent notifications to everyone not to leave their room. It was unusual for this woman to come here at this time.

"Yes." Seeing Conan, Pingshi smiled slightly and looked shy.

"When I heard about the case, I thought that Mr. Maori was also on the train, so I planned to come over to see Mr. Maori solve the case."

Kogoro Maori was suddenly named and was questioned.

He turned his head and said seriously: "Miss Pingshi is better off going back. The murderer is still in the train, and he might have a gun in his hand, which is very dangerous."

Looking at them, Conan held his chin and understood why Ping Shijia knew that Uncle Maori was on the train.

Originally, Kogoro Mouri had been to the restaurant, but he was really called back in the restaurant. I guess this is the uncle Pingshika who met in the restaurant, and Zhikai was also on the train.

But he always feels it's a bit too coincidental...

The feeling this person gave him was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange...

Looking at the strange woman who appeared, Sera Matsuru asked Conan in a low voice:

"Who is this?"

"One of the uncle's client, surnamed Pingshi."

"Is it just that?"
Chapter completed!