The Weird Magician of the Kexue World

"Murder case!"

"Everyone, please go back to your room, don't delay the police handling the case." The Jianchi Police Department began to evacuate.

"Listen to the police."

"Alright, let's go."

Passengers are leaving.

Fujiwara Kyousuke turned on the lights in the house and looked at the scene. Although he did not intend to solve the case, the puzzles set by Gao Yuan still gave him a sense of curiosity.

Even if he solved the mystery of the death of the mountain god, there were still two people behind him, and Gaoyuan would not disappoint him.

"While it has not been forensically tested, one thing is certain."

Zhizhi Jianwu covered the mountain god with a white cloth, got up and said, "The cause of death was the assassination of the temple. One blow was fatal, and it was neat and tidy. The estimated time of death is between ten o'clock in the morning and one o'clock in the afternoon."

"In other words, he was killed on the train."

Mouri Kogoro touched his chin, puzzled: "But why did the body of the deceased appear here?"

"I remember we checked the bulky luggage of all the passengers."

The Jianchi Police Department scratched his head, "What you asked is also what I want to know."

"However, one thing can be confirmed."

Jin Tianyi looked serious: "When we saw the head of the mountain god in the carriage, he was already dead."

When everyone heard the words, there was silence for a while.

Manager room.

Everyone found the manager of Nagasaki.

"Is the room where the body was found, was a man named Tujingen living in before?"

"Yes, he was a guest who came by train three days ago."

The manager of Nagasaki recalled: "He was wearing a white rubber mask, only showing his eyes and mouth, and he couldn't see his face at all. For the past three days, he has been locked out of the door, but just now he suddenly retreated from the room."

"I think it's a little weird, because the off-duty train won't come in three days."

"The name is fake."

Fujiwara Kyousuke clicked on the register and said, "After rearranging the pronunciation of the names on the register, it becomes a 'puppet puppet'."

"Puppet puppets!"

Everyone's faces changed, and it was estimated that they remembered the appearance of the mountain god.

"Damn, you really did deliberately make the corpse like that!" Kogoro Mori gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Nagasaki,"

Zhizhi Jianwu no longer struggled with the question of the name, and instead asked: "Apart from the train, is there any other way to get out of here?"

"As you can see, it's surrounded by swamps and wetlands."

The manager of Nagasaki shook his head and sighed: "The only road to the neighboring village was also washed away by the heavy rain last month."

"In other words, the murderer is still here and has not left!"

Zhizhi Jianwu pondered for a moment, and then said: "The murderer should be among the passengers today."

"Except for the members of the Fantasy Magic Group, the rest came to watch the magic."

The Jianchi Police Department looked distressed, how to investigate this.

"So, this place seems to be very remote." Mao Lilan frowned slightly.

"No!"

The manager of Nagasaki shook his head and said, "In the past, this place was very prosperous because of the ability to collect rough jadeite, but unfortunately it is no longer mined."

"Rough Jadeite!"

Jin Tianyi looked at the rough stone on the side, widened his eyes: "It's so big, it's very valuable, right?"

Conan glanced at Jin Tian strangely. Isn't your grandfather supposed to be rich?A rich second generation is like a country boy who has never seen the world.

"It's not very valuable, but because it is one of the few specialties of Sequoia, each room will be placed as a decoration."

The people who had nothing to gain from the manager of Nagasaki had to disperse first and wait for the arrival of a death magic.

Halfway through the road, I happened to meet Satomi Ruma.

"Everyone, the magic show is going on as scheduled, please go to the theater and wait."

Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment and asked, "Isn't it discontinued?"

"No."

Rumi Satomi shook her head, "Sorry, I have to inform the other guests, so I'll take my leave."

at the same time

Fantasy magic club lounge.

"What does that mean? Isn't tonight's show canceled?"

The mermaid Xihai asked Gao Yuanyao loudly, "What are you performing when the head of the group is dead!"

Gao Yuanyao was at a loss, "This, that..."

"That's why you want to perform, Miss Xihai!"

Your son Yurama walked into the room and said with a smile, "Just in time to announce the birth of the new regiment leader to the world."

"Yurama! You..."

"Any questions?"

Yurama sneered: "I am the most popular in the group. Isn't it just that I have been supporting the fantasy magic group. Without me, the 'living puppet' can't be staged, right?"

"I hope you, the empress dowager, don't disturb the situation, and cheer for me below!"

After saying those words, Yu Rama pushed open the door and walked out.

boom!

The moment he went out, the door made a loud noise.

Xi Hai gritted his teeth, stared at the broken tiles on the ground, and said viciously, "Remember me! Yurama! I will never give up!"

[Author's digression]: Ask for collection, ask for comment, ask for silver ticket!!

Chapter 120 Eight Murders on the Magic Train ([-])

The annex as a theater is located on the central island of the pool.

Connecting the annex and the hotel is a suspension bridge.

"It's a suspension bridge again!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke scratched his head, feeling uncomfortable seeing the suspension bridge.

"Snapped!"

A small hand lightly patted Fujiwara Kyousuke on the forehead, it was Haibara Ai who was in his arms.

"Aren't you going yet?"

"Walk."

As soon as the three entered the door, they saw Mao Lilan waving to them.

Fujiwara Kyousuke glanced at the position in front of him, and handed Haibara Ai to Miyano Akemi, "You guys go first."

"Ah, oh!"

Miyano Akemi took Haibara Ai and walked in the direction of Maurilan.

"Welcome everyone to Segobara Station Theater! I'm Yurama of the Fantasy Magic Troupe!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke glanced at Yurama, who was handsome and graceful on the stage. It was no wonder that calling him noble son was really meaningful.

It's a pity that it only got its shape, but it didn't get its meaning.

To sum it up in four words -

Pretend.

Fujiwara Kyosuke came to the third row, there was only one person here.

Nagasaki Koshiro!

He sat upright, holding an open box, and said to himself, "Your sinful disciples are about to start performing..."

"Let's see together, Reiko..."

"A beautiful puppet, just like when she was young."

Fujiwara Kyousuke looked at the puppet and said this after a long while.

Sudden--

The puppet stood up and said in Reiko's voice, "Kyosuke, is it okay for Auntie to teach you magic?"

"Okay, teacher."

Fujiwara Kyousuke replied softly.

"You are, Fujiwara-kun!"

Manager Nagasaki finally saw who was coming and looked extremely surprised.

"I am also her disciple."

"No wonder, I felt familiar when I first saw you, but I didn't think about that. However, based on your reputation, those people should be able to recognize it, right?"

Fujiwara Kyousuke said with a light smile: "I used hypnotism, and they didn't recognize me."

"That's it!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke sat next to Manager Nagasaki, "Can we enjoy the show together, Manager Nagasaki?"