Wearing a dark green sweatshirt, with stream-of-consciousness black hair fixed with mousse, and his hands in his pockets, he is a confident and handsome boy. He is the name of a high school student who has been called "the savior of the Japanese police" and "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era".

Detective Kudo Shinichi.

Zuomu regained his composure, stared at his back, and followed closely behind the two of them with Yin Lingzi.

The ticket gate for the Mysterious Coaster is in a deep cave, and you have to wait in line to get in.

"Speaking of the most powerful thing about Sherlock Holmes, the first time he met his assistant Watson, with just a simple handshake, he learned that Watson had been to Afghanistan as a military doctor."

"Basic deduction method." Saoki muttered.

Kudo Shinichi turned his head and asked with interest: "Oh? Have you also studied reasoning?"

"Well, my name is Ryuuta Sagi, and I am a student at Fudo High School." Sagi smiled and stretched out his thin hand.

The washing machine took a look at the boy with his hair parted in a ninety-one part. His eyes lingered on the black umbrella in his left hand for a while, and he also stretched out his hand to hold it, "My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I am also a high school student."

After touching his nose a few times with his fingers, Shinichi had a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Samu-kun feels a little strange to me." The two of them still held hands.

"Let me guess, what Kudo-kun is confused about is that based on the callus that extends to the back of my hand from the junction of my thumb and index finger, it can be inferred that I am a photography enthusiast. After all, as a high school student, such a situation appears

The strange calluses can only be caused by frequent use of handheld DV shooting and being rubbed by the strap.

"But... during Golden Week, I went to the amusement park with girls, but I didn't bring any photography equipment with me. It's obviously unreasonable."

Saoki looked at the dumbfounded washing machine, feeling happy in his heart, and asked: "Kudo-san, am I right?"

"Ahem... that's about it! It seems that Mr. Sagi is not just an ordinary mystery enthusiast, so who is your favorite detective?"

There are various classic detective images floating in the consciousness, "Sherlock Holmes written by Conan Doyle, Ellery Quinn, the detective of the same name written by the Quinn brothers, Father Brown created by G.K. Chesterton, and the third detective written by Agatha Christie.

A detective Hercule Poirot...and the detective Dr. Phil described by John Dixon Carr, who loves historical reasoning, etc..."

Sasaki retracted his hand and continued: "But when it comes to my favorite detective, it should be the tough detective Yoshiki Takefumi who has a strong sense of justice."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

Saoki didn't want to say more and said vaguely: "He is very similar to someone I used to be very familiar with!"

"Hey," Xiaolan looked at the two people chatting animatedly, picked up Shinichi's sweatshirt and hat, and said resentfully, "The person you are dating is me, Mao Lilan! It's really cool to be able to chat like this with strangers.

I can’t stand it! Let’s go, there’s room in front of us, let’s go ride this roller coaster.”

The two tied up the safety measures. Shinichi was still muttering. Gin Lingzi grabbed Saoki's arm and shook it, "There are still two spots on the roller coaster, let's go too!"

The latter looked at the passengers in the two rows before and after Shinichi, and then glanced at Yin Lingzi who was jumping up and down next to him. He looked hesitant and thought to himself: "I have nothing to do. I can also increase my detective points by solving a case.

But it seems not good for Yin Lingzi to see scenes that are too bloody."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, we were first!" The man in black held a black suitcase and pushed Sagi and Gin Lingzi away, followed closely by another tall, thin and cold man in black.

"You!" The girl waved her pink fists and shouted at the man in black with her hands behind her back: "Obviously we were first!"

Hearing this, Ginjiu turned around and glanced coldly at Yin Lingzi, who immediately stopped.

"Sure enough, it's vodka and gin!" Saoki grabbed Yin Lingzi's clothes in time and comforted: "Forget it, it doesn't hurt to let them go first."

Now, he is not ready to face the dark organization directly. What's more, there is no direct conflict of interest between the two for the time being. Zuomu doesn't want to get in trouble with the two desperadoes.

The mysterious roller coaster slowly starts.

When it was speeding through a dark cave on the way, "plop", a round object was thrown from the roller coaster and landed at the feet of the three little ghosts who were groping for the entrance in the dark.

Ayumi asked: "What is it? Did you hear it?"

"No, the roller coaster just passed by and it was too noisy."

"Okay, I'm a little scared, why don't we leave!" Yuantai, who was afraid of the dark, felt guilty.

"Ah? What is this?"

"Why is that man's head missing?"

"How terrible!"

When the roller coaster returned to the starting point, the scene exploded into chaos.

In the third row, Kishida's head suddenly disappeared, and blood was still flowing from the fracture in his neck.

Saaki, who observed the scene not far away, swallowed subconsciously, not to mention the few people who were in the same car with the deceased. Only Kudo Shinichi and two men in black were still calm.

Gin Lingzi's childish face leaned tightly against Saoki's shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, the police arrived and took control of the scene.

Kudo Shinichi walked around the scene at will as a witness and because he often assisted the police in handling cases.

"Why would Mr. Kishida..." Kishida's girlfriend, Ms. Aiko, covered her face in pain in front of the corpse. Next to her, Ms. Reiko, who was wearing glasses, was comforting her friend.

"In this case, we can only watch Kudo Shinichi's performance." Saaki didn't know the details of the case, so naturally he couldn't reason, so he could only be a bystander at this time.

"It's just an accident. I don't have time to spend with you, let's go!" Gin, whose dark yellow hair covered half of his face, spoke to Officer Megure with a compelling voice.

"Officer, this is a murder case, and the murderer is one of the other seven people who were riding in the same speed car with the deceased!" The implication is, how can you just let the suspicious suspect go?

"Are you telling the truth, Kudo-san?"

"What, is it Kudo?"

"Kudo Shinichi is really more famous than I thought," Sagi looked around the commotion scene again, "In comparison, Kindaichi's reputation among the general public is far inferior to him."

Officer Megure and Kudo squatted on the ground and said to the seat map of the accident car drawn on the paper: "In other words, if you and Xiaolan are not included in the list of considerations, there are five suspects, and the one sitting in the first row is the victim.

Your friends Hitoko and Miss Reiko, in the second row are you and Xiaolan, in the third row are the victim Mr. Kishida and his girlfriend Miss Aiko, and in the fourth row are two men in black.

"And when everyone is restricted to the safety pole, only Ms. Aiko, who is sitting next to Mr. Kishida, can murder the victim!"

"Hey, can you hurry up? I don't have time to play reasoning games with you." Gin said impatiently.

Shinichi frowned and looked at the aggressive Gin.

"The members of the black organization are so arrogant," Sasaki on the side wondered: "But the Japanese police are too soft, and they will not be detained for a few days for obstructing the handling of the case!"
Chapter completed!