Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Flight attendant room.

Gao Cheng looked at Zhongchuan to check the body again.

This doctor is probably confused, his subtle expression is very stiff, and he doesn't want to help with the investigation, but he is not easy to pretend to be stupid in public, so he can only squeeze out a smile and pretend to be indifferent.

Nakagawa rolled up the sleeves of the corpse's arm and inspected it like an expert: "I can't find the needle. After a while, I should be able to see the red needle... In this way, there is no possibility of homicide."

Gao Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and he stared at Nakagawa and said, "Is it all right to check the arm? It is possible to inject it in other places too? Isn't it...what is the doctor afraid of?"

"Why, how is it possible?" Nakagawa smiled, bitterly checking the corpse's legs and feet, "I don't expect that Detective Jodo knows this aspect so well, haha."

"Understand a little bit." Gao Cheng smiled and stared at Zhongchuan's actions carefully.

The pinhole was in the ankle of the right leg of the corpse. He had seen this before. This would just be another try for Zhongchuan.

The facts are already obvious. This case requires medical knowledge, and ordinary people don't understand things like myocardial infarction caused by high-dose potassium chloride injection.

There are at least 5,000 passengers on the train, but there is only one doctor, Zhongchuan. I don't know if this guy is unlucky or what good.

Anyway, this guy was suspicious at first...

"Anyway, let the next station contact the police," Gao Cheng said, turning to the conductor. "This is a murder."

Nakagawa's complexion changed, and he stood silently, not even paying attention to Gao Cheng walking out of the flight attendant room.

Gao Cheng looked at Zhongchuan, and whispered to a flight attendant: "Please help me look at Doctor Zhongchuan, let me know if there is any abnormality."

The flight attendant didn't quite understand, and nodded vaguely.

Seeing this, Gao Cheng was rather helpless. It would be nice if there was a police officer on the train. Unfortunately, he was on the train now, so he could only stop first, and the key was not to let Zhongchuan leave.

"Can you take me to the seat where the body was found?" Gao Cheng continued.

"I'll take you there." The flight attendant who had been looking for a doctor suggested himself.

Nakagawa regained his senses, watching Gao Cheng leave with the flight attendant, subconsciously touched his coat pocket, and took out a pair of glasses with everyone on his back, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Not only the glasses, but the stand-alone player, cigarettes, and mobile phones are all in both pockets...

"Doctor?" The conductor suddenly said to Nakagawa, "Please don't publicize this matter, otherwise other guests will panic."

"Oh, I know." Nakagawa hurriedly put away the things, turned back and squeezed a smile at the conductor, and walked out of the flight attendant's room preoccupiedly.

In Car No. 8, the flight attendant led Gao Cheng straight to the front row, and pointed to the window seat on the right, saying, “That’s it, seat D, No. 1.”

Gao Cheng leaned over to check and said, "I didn't touch anything, right?"

The flight attendant whispered: "Except for the luggage and the... corpse..."

Gao Cheng frowned and looked at the seat of the deceased, then looked back.

Although it is also a special class car, there are more people in car 8 than in car 7, and there are two people behind the seat of the deceased, a woman and a scared man, but they are all sleeping.

Nakagawa not only injected the victim's ankle, but also took away the victim's coat. I don't know if anyone was seen. If so, things would be much simpler.

Seeing Zhongchuan still staying in the flight attendant room and not coming over, Gao Cheng thoughtfully, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

It's still possible...

"Can I trouble you?" Gao Cheng turned to the flight attendant. "Ask the passengers in this car if anyone has ever seen a suspicious person approaching here."

The flight attendant looked at the Scar Man sleeping in the second row with embarrassment, but it was difficult to refuse Gao Cheng, and instead asked the passengers who were not sleeping.

Gao Cheng didn't care when he saw it. He just sat in the seat of the deceased, and what he would do if he was the murderer.

In order not to be noticeable, they probably pretended to be a passenger sitting next to the deceased...

He glanced over the aisle seat next to him inadvertently.

Although the back of the chair has not been put down, the pedals have been put down. Obviously someone has sat on it, and there is a small white orange leather band on the table frame.

Someone sat next to him and ate oranges...

Gao Cheng carefully wrapped the peel band with his handkerchief, thought for a moment, and quickly walked through the aisle back to the flight attendant room.

Nakagawa hasn't left yet, but guarded the outside peacefully. After seeing Gao Cheng, he smiled on his stiff face: "How about it? Anything to find out?"

"Still asking passengers to see if anyone saw the murderer," Gao Cheng said casually, "Does Dr. Zhongchuan want to help?"

"Ah no, no, no," Nakagawa waved his hand quickly, "I'd better stay here to help."

Gao Cheng smiled and said, "I have already troubled the doctor a lot. Then you can leave it to us. You can go back and rest first."

"okay."

Nakagawa somewhat unnaturally tightened the coat he was wearing, and stiffly entered the 8th carriage. After seeing the flight attendant asking the passengers for questioning, he immediately squeezed and passed quickly.

Gao Cheng watched Zhongchuan return to Car No. 7, paused, knocked on the door and walked into the flight attendant room.

The conductor inside was still guarding the corpse and luggage with an annoyed look. He was a little restless, and he was relieved when he saw Gao Cheng coming in.

Gao Cheng sniffed the fingers of the corpse's hands, but did not smell the oranges. He noticed that the conductor looked strange and said, "Are you afraid of death?"

"No no." The conductor shook his head and repeatedly denied.

"I'm a bit scared," Gao Cheng said as he walked out of the flight attendant's room, "Excuse me, please keep guarding."

"That one……"

Seeing that he was left behind again, the conductor had a hard time saying.

Gao Cheng took a flight attendant to the dining car. The previous beautiful waiters were still at the counter~www.readwn.com~ After seeing Gao Cheng's entire face collapsed, he felt uncomfortable.

"It's this weirdo again..."

"Uh." Gao Cheng didn't pay attention to the waiter's strangeness, but just recalled the previous meeting with Zhongchuan.

At that time, Nakagawa did buy oranges. The murder should have occurred after that. The second meeting was in the No. 7 car. At that time, Nakagawa had an extra coat in his hand.

According to the circumstances of this case, the technique is not that superb.

Nakagawa should have met the victim, and gave the victim a sleeping pill in advance, and waited until the victim fell asleep before pretending to be a companion. After taking the coat, he returned to Car No. 7 casually.

Thinking of this, Gao Cheng turned and walked towards the B dining car.

Seeing this, the beautiful waiter asked the flight attendant in confusion: "What happened to that passenger?"

"What's wrong? Don't talk nonsense." The flight attendant hurriedly followed Gao Cheng, for fear of missing something.

In the dining car B, there were still a few sparse passengers drinking coffee and some people who came to eat. Gao Cheng glanced casually, and the flight attendant immediately asked in a low voice, "Kito Detective, is there any problem?"

"I'm wondering if the deceased will have dinner with someone here, can I bring a waiter to meet the deceased?"

Gao Cheng knew that the evidence was the coat on Zhongchuan. The only problem was to prove that Zhongchuan was a prisoner and that Zhongchuan knew the deceased and sat in the seat beside the deceased.

After a while, a waiter followed Gao Cheng back to the flight attendant room.

When the conductor opened the door, he was still a little trembling, his face was pale, and he was taken aback when he saw, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," the conductor said, leaning on the table, "it's just that the window was accidentally blown open by the cold wind, and it was a bit cold."

"Oh?"

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