After being forced to return to his seat, Conan tried to find excuses to leave, but Mao Lilan saw through them one by one.
Conan had no way to go and could only look at Jiang Xia hesitantly.
He thought that since Jiang Xia already knew that he was Kudo Shinichi, even if he did not explain the black organization, he might be able to ask Jiang Xia to help him intercede with Mao Lilan and let him act alone.
——A child running around in a Shinkansen carriage will be regarded as a prank.
But Kudo Shinichi is definitely moving around because of business. Jiang Xia should be able to help.
…Of course, before that, we need to add some precautions.
In order to prevent Jiang Xia from misunderstanding what he meant, he straightforwardly tried to intercede for him with words such as "Moori, don't you know yet? Conan is actually Kudo Shinichi, he won't get lost, let him play".
Conan looked at the situation.
While Mao Lilan was chatting with Suzuki Sonoko, he leaned next to Jiang Xia and whispered in the tone of Kudo Shinichi: "I need to leave for a while, can you..."
“Leave? Do you want to get off?”
Jiang Xia looked at the mountains outside the window and said helplessly: "That's not good. The mountains we are passing through are all undeveloped mountainous areas. It is easy to get lost. There may be wild animals."
Mao Lilan turned her head in confusion when she heard the noise here.
She grabbed Conan who was staring at Jiang Xia with "You hurt me!" written all over his face: "The Shinkansen can't stop here, and I won't let you go into the mountains to play. Don't make trouble unreasonably."
Speaking, Mao Lilan looked at Jiang Xia apologetically.
Children these days are really getting more and more cunning. It must be because Jiang Xia is always quiet and easy to talk to, so he picked a soft persimmon out of the three to cause trouble...
Conan's expression was slightly distorted, and he was forced to sit still and listen to the lecture.
When Mao Lilan was telling him about the etiquette of riding in a car, Conan glanced at Jiang Xia opposite him with resentment.
Then he found Jiang Xia yawning and leaning on the back of his chair, looking like he was going to sleep.
Conan was startled.
Just now, he suspected that Jiang Xia was deliberately reporting.
But now, seeing Jiang Xia's sleepy expression from boredom, I felt that I might be thinking too much.
Maybe Jiang Xia was just too sleepy to understand what he meant. It was even because Jiang Xia wanted to go into the mountains to play, so when he was talking, he unconsciously applied the idea of "stopping and going into the mountains" to other people's words...
In any case, at this time, since Mao Lilan is already alert, it is definitely useless to intercede with Jiang Xia.
Conan can only think of other ways.
Before he could think about it, Gin and Vodka completed the transaction and returned to the carriage.
Conan's expression became solemn again. He pushed up his black technology glasses and held his breath to listen to the voice on the bug.
…
Jiang Xia glanced at Conan's face, which continued to be shocked.
He didn't send ghosts to eavesdrop on his boss's conversation, but he could guess what Gin and Vodka were talking about - nothing more than exposing each other's code names, revealing the bomb, and sending some information to Conan...
The speed of the car gradually slowed down. Jiang Xia looked out the window and knew that Gin and Vodka were about to get off the car.
Jiang Xia closed his eyes, and pieces of shikigami and ghosts left his body and floated towards the bathroom.
…
At first, Conan thought the black organization was an illegal organization selling drugs.
But now, after listening to the conversation between Gin and Vodka, Conan's understanding of the organization has been subverted.
Before Conan could recover from the message of "What kind of organization is this? It bombed the Shinkansen just to silence them", the Shinkansen happened to stop at Nagoya Station.
Gin and Vodka got up and left with 400 million in cash.
Conan did not expect that they would leave so soon. He was thinking about the poison and the bomb, so he subconsciously jumped up and rushed towards the door.
——These two men in black are mysterious and cannot be traced at all. If we let them go this time, no one knows if there will be another chance to arrest them. We must find a way to keep them!
So, Conan reluctantly came up with an idea in the midst of crisis.
He planned to quietly follow the two men in black out of the car. When he passed by where the staff were, he would run over and grab one of them.
This may delay some time. During this period, as long as the bomb is found, the two men in black will be arrested. After a little questioning, they can get the poison, make an antidote, and transform back into Kudo Shinichi.
…
Conan quickly chased him to the door.
He was about to follow Gin and Vodka out of the car door, but at this moment, a woman in a black dress suddenly walked into the car, and Conan was caught off guard and bumped into the skirt.
Conan got up dizzy, said "sorry" hastily to the person he hit, and planned to continue chasing.
But the woman who got into the car grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
The stop time of the Shinkansen was very short. In just a few seconds, the door was closed. Conan's plan to hit the porcelain was stillborn.
The woman in black leaned over and looked at him and said softly: "Kid, don't run around."
Conan raised his head and saw her, and was startled.
The face under the brim of the woman's hat is pale and delicate, expressionless. She is beautiful, but she looks lifeless, like a wax figure that has been forgotten to paint, or a dead person who has not yet decayed.
Especially there is a tattoo under her eye. Although the tattoo is weird and complicated and dizzying if you look closely, you can still see that it is a letter, "z".
Letters and numbers are always easily associated with numbers, and then with things like biological and chemical weapons...
While Conan was observing nervously, he later discovered that the voice of the new man in black was somewhat familiar.
A few seconds later, Conan recalled the recording he heard at the police station, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he blurted out: "Anonymous?!"
The person who claimed to be anonymous did not answer him, but just raised a finger to his lips like a common mysterious villain in comics.
Anonymous’s movements were very light, even looking a little graceful, but an indescribable sense of oppression hit his face.
Conan originally still had many questions to ask.
But at this time, following the other party's "silent" body language, he subconsciously said "Treasure? Gold coins? What is your real name? What is your purpose? How do you know we are going to find the treasure? Why are you on this bus? Why are you on this bus?"
Wearing black clothes, are you a group with those two people? What is the purpose of your organization?" He swallowed the question.
Anonymous seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled with satisfaction.
Then she stretched out her hand, picked up Conan like a chicken, and handed him to the other side.
Conan suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and felt a shiver in his heart. But soon, he heard a series of reassuring voices.
“Thank you, thank you! Thank you very much!”
Mao Lilan caught Conan and looked at the enthusiastic and beautiful sister in front of her with a grateful face.