As soon as he finished speaking, Conan remembered that there was an inexplicably low-key Maya Hashimoto next to him.
"..." After a moment of silence, he went back to make amends as if nothing had happened, "The magician who threw the cat might come back and come back to bother me. If you ask now, wouldn't you be harming the cat?"
Suzuki Sonoko realized in hindsight: "It seems right..."
At this time, suddenly there was a cell phone ringing.
Maya Hashimoto, who was quietly sizing up the gin, was startled, then put his hand into his pocket. After pausing for a moment, he slowly took out an ancient model of mobile phone with a black and white screen.
Suzuki Sonoko saw it and was a little surprised: "Mr. Hashimoto is so frugal, but you can't download applications on this kind of mobile phone. Isn't it uncomfortable to use it on a daily basis?"
Maya Hashimoto looked a little ugly: "This is not my mobile phone."
Someone must have put it in his pocket just now when he wasn't paying attention.
How could that person put such a big mobile phone close to his body without alerting him at all? What if this was not a mobile phone, but a bomb...
Maya Hashimoto took a deep breath silently, feeling that she had once again walked away from the door of hell.
At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Fortunately, the many blood and tears lessons he and others had learned in the past made him dare not bring a gun when approaching Jiang Xia - otherwise, if the guy with the cell phone reached into his pocket and took out a gun...
...Then things would probably be even more troublesome.
"Mr. Hashimoto? Mr. Hashimoto?"
Seeing Maya Hashimoto suddenly staring blankly at a mobile phone, the two female high school students looked at each other and asked him in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
Maya Hashimoto came back to her senses: "...Nothing, I was just wondering when it got into my pocket."
Jiang Xia pointed to the still buzzing mobile phone: "It seems there is an incoming call. Pick it up and have a look."
Maya Hashimoto: "..." Really, do you really want to answer it? Don't you think this is very similar to those ghost calls in horror movies. If you answer it, you will be haunted by ghosts and become miserable? - According to experience, at this time,
The best thing to do is to cut off the phone, then throw this thing into the sewer, and let it be crushed into powder by the advancing wheels on the railway track!
But then I thought about it, maybe the cell phone that appeared strangely was arranged by my boss. If I really turned it into powder, then...
"Give it to me." While he was struggling, the considerate detective stretched out his hand to him.
Jiang Xia seemed to see his reluctance and said proactively: "This thing is indeed a bit weird, I'll pick it up."
Maya Hashimoto: "!" Is there such a good thing?
He was about to give in humbly and give Jiang Xia his cell phone, but the considerate detective helped him skip this troublesome process.
Before he had time to speak, Jiang Xia took the phone and pressed the speakerphone button.
A mechanical voice with an electronic feel came from the other side of the phone, and the caller said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Welcome to the magic train! How about it, did you have a pleasant journey?"
"Not bad." Jiang Xia asked like a guest, "Who are you?"
The person opposite paused: "I am the Puppet Master of Hell - you should still remember this name."
Jiang Xia: "Of course."
The Hell Puppet Master waited, but couldn't help but fall into silence when he didn't hear anything else.
Hell Puppet Master: "..." Of course I know you still remember it, but as a detective who hates evil, is there something wrong with your tone and reaction?
Fortunately, someone else gave him face and walked away from the script in his mind.
"Puppet Master of Hell?!"
Police Officers Takagi and Sato who were nearby rushed over, "You are the guy who caused the explosion and then sent the threatening letter!"
"That's right." The hell puppet master got the reaction he wanted, but he always felt that something was missing. He adjusted his mentality indifferently and continued to follow his plan, "Actually, I called him specifically to inform him.
Everyone, the bomb I planted is about to explode."
"..."
The two policemen listened to his calm tone and took a moment to react: "What did you say? Bomb?!"
Other passengers in the dining car: "?!"
Just refilled a cup of coffee and gin: "..."
The cup in his hand clicked, and there were two more cracks.
…
Unlike the members of the organization who quickly recognized the situation, other ordinary citizens did not want to believe the bad news.
Mao Lilan suddenly thought of something: "Do you think this voice sounds familiar? It sounds like the magician who handed out roses to everyone at the beginning. Maybe this phone call is also a magic..."
"boom--!!"
There was a sudden explosion. Everyone fled in panic. When they turned around in shock, they saw that the plate of rose salad that no one had ordered had suddenly exploded. The delicate petals were shattered into pieces and scattered on the table.
"Don't panic, it's just a small ceremony for the opening." The hell puppet master laughed, "The next firework is the official gift. There are still 20 minutes until it is detonated - a little reminder, and just now
It's different from other small fireworks. It's powerful enough to set off this train. Please take it seriously."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without stopping.
Without that weird sound, the dining car was deathly silent.
The two policemen looked at each other, and Officer Sato took a deep breath: "I'm going to contact the train conductor and ask him to stop the car and evacuate the passengers. Takagi, go find the magic troupe and ask the magician who performed the rose magic before.
Which guy in the group?"
…
The sudden explosion and the warning of the crime by the person behind the scenes caused panic among the passengers in the car.
Fortunately, the train conductor had served for many years and was well-informed. After learning about the bomb, he quickly contacted the main station and finalized the next action plan.
"There is no official station nearby, but fortunately there is a truck stop, so we stopped there and dropped off the passengers."
The flight attendants nodded and trotted to each carriage while making announcements to notify passengers in all directions to evacuate.
Gin sat in silence in the sleeper car. When the steward left, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message with a force that could break the screen: [I have a mission to Hokkaido, put away your little tricks.]
While Jiang Xia helped the flight attendant notify the passengers, he took some time out of his busy schedule to look at his phone.
Seeing the condemnation from his colleagues, he sighed helplessly: "You have wronged me again. It's really too much."
Maya Hashimoto, who was staying close by, heard his words: "What injustice?"
Jiang Xia came back to his senses: "Oh, there is a fan of mine on this bus. He said that I delayed catching the bomber because I deliberately delayed the time and thought of being a hero again at the critical moment."
Maya Hashimoto: "...?" What kind of fans are these, anti-fans? - Everything has just begun now, and Holmes himself can't find the culprit even if he comes.
Moreover, this is Wu Zuo's plan. If Jiang Xia could easily see through it, that adult would be very embarrassed.
