Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 248 Adding → Or Thirst and Joy

That's the plan.

However, compared to the original world line, this time, in addition to Conan's anesthesia needle, the two "squirrels" also added an additional option:
"After we find that person, we will hint to you. You don't have to wait for him to push, you just need to find an excuse to entangle him after he approaches."

"Okay." After the train gradually slowed down, Bai Shu put down his cup, and under the gaze of the two people, he got up and walked to the other side of the carriage.

In addition to the corpse, the police, and Mori Kogoro, the "neighbors" next to Anji Asama's box also happened to gather here.

Under the suspicious gaze of Police Officer Nishimura, Bai Shu provided him with "clues" in a volume that everyone could hear:
"After the murder, when Anji Asama passed by the door of our box, I saw the outline of his profile, and I always felt a little strange."

"... isn't he wearing a mask, what outline can you see?"

Police officer Nishimura thought that the assistant of "Sleeping Kogoro" came over suddenly because he had some important clues, but he didn't expect that he suddenly mentioned such a puzzling point.

Sure enough, it is in the same line as Mori Kogoro...

Officer Nishimura asked suspiciously, "What do you want to express?"

"It's nothing, I just think his profile is very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before." Bai Shu talked nonsense halfway, and skillfully showed a confused expression, "Oh, I can't remember it at once. When I remember it, I'll come back." contact you."

"...All right." Officer Nishimura didn't pay much attention to this information.

Although he first heard that the murderer covered his face, he also considered that the murderer might be someone else in disguise.

But later, knowing that Asama Anji fell into the tunnel not long after he committed the murder, he confirmed in his heart: the murderer who shot and killed was the same person as Asama Anji.

Shiroki left after saying these unclear words, and soon, the arrival at Sapporo station echoed in the carriage, and the police officers and passengers began to pack up and prepare to get off the train.

Mao Li and his party didn't have much luggage. Except for Xiao Lan who dragged a suitcase, the others simply carried a bag.

Bai Shu and Conan got their bags ahead of time, and when Mori Kogoro accompanied Xiao Lan back to the box to pick up the luggage, they got out of the car as planned.

In order not to be too conspicuous, Conan and Kudo Yukiko got out of the car a little later than Shiraki.

Bai Shu took a few steps, looked back, and met Yukiko Kudo.

The latter adjusted the sunglasses that had slid to the tip of his nose, gestured to him with a dignified clapperboard, and then gave him a thumbs up: everything is under control.

Bai Shu nodded his head imperceptibly, found a random direction, and wandered out.

There were two trains arriving at the station one after another, and there happened to be another train about to enter the station. The flow of people on the platform was chaotic and very crowded.

Bai Shu drifted along for a while, and after a few minutes, he finally found a space, passed the crowd, and walked to the edge of the platform, standing close to the yellow line, his whole body was spreading the message of "Come and push me".

While waiting, Bai Shu looked out along the slightly curved railroad track, and saw a car rumbling along the railroad in the distance.

——It takes less than 1 minute to get into the station.

After reaching this conclusion, Bai Shu withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on the opposite platform across the two railway tracks.

Almost directly opposite, there was a young man wearing a shirt of the same color as him and also carrying a black travel backpack, who was also waiting for the bus.

Bai Shu looked at it for a while, realized something, his eyes turned slightly, and he moved four or five meters sideways.

On the same platform opposite, a woman and a child squeezed to the edge of the platform, a few meters away, poked their heads out from a distance, and looked at the face of the man who was dressed similarly to Bai Shu.

After recognizing that it wasn't a white tree, Yukiko Kudo and Conan were startled at the same time, both turned pale with shock, and finally found that they were following the wrong person in the turbulent flow.

Bai Shu crossed his arms, watching the scene on the other side silently, the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping.

under control...

I believe in your evil.

The two reacted fairly quickly, and soon began to turn their heads around looking for the person they really wanted to follow.

A few seconds later, amidst the bang of the train approaching, Conan suddenly raised his hand to hold his head.

[The murderer came silently behind the young detective...]

In his suddenly ugly face, Kudo Yukiko found the target first.

She looked at Bai Shu and was about to wave her hand, but she caught something out of the corner of her eye, she turned slightly, and her gaze fell behind Bai Shu.

——The murderer did not know when he came to the back of Bai Shu, only one meter away from him, staring at Bai Shu's back with dark eyes.

"Be careful behind you!!" Kudo Yukiko put her hands around her mouth and howled at the loudest volume.

But the clear voice had just exited, and before it could spread further, a train crashed past them, smashing her voice into the high-speed gust of wind.

Conan also saw the horrifying scene opposite at the last moment. He grabbed his mother's hand, and his mother also held his hand. The mother and son looked at the train side by side, their eyes dazed and their faces pale.

The narration in Conan's mind seems to be driven by a train, and it plays quickly one by one——

[Hands covered in blood, pushing towards the unsuspecting back...]

【Blood stained the entire platform...】

There were bursts of screams, and immediately, a handful of things were sucked into the train, blown into the sky by a hurricane from nowhere, and scattered in all directions.

One of the black curly wigs flew out of the crowd blocking the edge of the platform, turned abruptly, and fell on the head of Police Officer Xicun who was instructing the police to carry the corpse.

Police officer Nishimura was taken aback and grabbed the thing above his head.

After watching for two seconds, he recognized it: "...Where are the people in the tunnel doing the aftermath? Who brought Asama's wig over?"

"They are not here in the mountains. This should not be the wig on Anzhi Asama's head." The little policeman was a few steps behind him and could see it more clearly, "This... seems to be flying from over there, flying around together Yes, and some clothes."

"Clothes?" Officer Nishimura felt that something was wrong, and he turned his head to look at the source of the flying clothes.

There, the train that had just entered the platform was slowly coming to a stop, and the crowd scattered in a certain place, revealing two people he knew very well.

A person kneeled on the ground with weak legs and feet, the fishing tackle bag on his back slipped obliquely, and the rectangular travel bag in his hand was hit by a high-speed train, and the zipper broke.

Judging from the small opening, it is a bag containing a lot of clothes.

The man's glasses fell to the ground with a gap. His face was pale and he leaned forward. His forehead was less than ten centimeters away from the train.

As for why it didn't hit...

Bai Shu grabbed the clothes behind him, turned his head to look at the unknown police officer Xicun, and spoke first, "Officer, this man is going to commit suicide by lying on the rails, and I stopped him when he rushed out!"

"..." Nishimura lowered his head again, looked at the wig in his hand, and then looked at the windbreaker that also fell nearby and was stepped on by the panicked crowd, but still made him feel familiar.

Finally, he looked at Kayori's broken travel bag, his eyes narrowed slowly.

"Mr. Kayue." He approached, took the startled man from Baishu's hands, and dragged him up by his collar:

"It's not an honorable act to commit suicide in fear of crime. Can you explain why you have the same windbreaker and wig in your bag as the deceased Anji Asama?"

(End of this chapter)