AWB Chapter 862 The streets were quiet, and there was no sign of the criminal anywhere.
Chapter 862 The streets were quiet, and there was no sign of the criminal anywhere.
"Oh, and there's also the Kotenjin." After listing several train elements, Martin thought of another one.
"What is that?" Yuanzi asked fearfully, "Is it dangerous?"
"The Kabutsujo Castle itself is not dangerous. It is a super-large train that I have seen in another world... Well, its width and height are twice that of your train, and of course, the track is also specially made."
Martin recalled the time when he was traveling with the house world, and the first time he was abducted by the main god space to perform a novice mission in the world: "The time of that world was probably not long after the first industrial revolution. Technology had just opened up steam power, and a very troublesome zombie crisis broke out. Ordinary individuals would not be destroyed as long as their hearts were not damaged, but there was a thin iron-like membrane on the surface of the heart. Elite individuals also had superpowers and could merge into 'super giant zombies'."
That time, Martin's team of reincarnations landed at the Iron Fortress. As a standard rookie mission, they were required to survive in the Iron Fortress for seven days. During this period, two disasters occurred that were enough to cause the destruction of the car and the death of people.
"Imagine that the earth is filled with densely packed super zombies. Humans can only build cities with super high walls. In order to exchange supplies between cities, they built super armored trains called 'Juncheng'. As you can tell from the name of the city, these super trains are incredibly large, and many people live directly on them."
Martin gestured at the track in front of him: "Thousands of zombies are wandering on the rails, chasing the breath of the living. Then a super tank drives out of the fortress gate, and the shovel-like snowplow directly shovels away the densely packed zombies, just like shoveling away scraps of paper--"
——Then the car was almost stalled by the zombies that got stuck in the wheels.
"Just imagining it is enough to make my scalp tingle. You won't really do it here, will you?" Sonoko said fearfully.
"Don't worry, I don't want to scare Xiao Wu." Martin comforted her: "So let's consider the safe and harmless Thomas the Tank Engine."
"Don't worry, the reasoning game held by your uncle doesn't attract you at all?"
"At best, the great detective can be caught as a black carp." Martin curled his lips.
The train departs from Tokyo and goes all the way to Nagoya. This leg is a reasoning journey, which is a reasoning activity held every year. After arriving in Nagoya, the big gem will be transported onto the train, and the game with Kaito Kidd will begin at the gem exhibition on the return journey.
"Okay, Martin." Dr. Agasa couldn't stand Martin scaring Sonoko any more: "Aren't we here for Kaito Kidd?"
"That's right." Miyano Akemi also agreed: "We can wait until Kaito Kidd leaves before changing."
"Ms. Qiuya..." Suzuki Sonoko burst into tears: "Thank you."
"That's true." Martin nodded. "Xiao Heizi hasn't participated in group activities for many consecutive times. As a kind group leader who cares about group members, I decided to take the initiative to visit Xiao Heizi."
"What happened next?" Sera Masumi was somewhat curious about the story of the other world, and continued to ask Martin: "Did you fight zombies in that world afterwards?"
"I stayed on the super train called Kabutsujo fortress for a few days. The locals fought the monsters, and my brother was responsible for killing the bosses..." Martin recounted his experiences in detail.
By the way, because the shape and reasoning activities of the Suzuki Express are both tributes to "Murder on the Orient Express", Kogoro Mouri trimmed his beard into a curly mustache and ran in front of other passengers to show off.
Then someone got angry at the Suzuki family staff on the platform. He had originally reserved a luxury room in the eighth car, but that room was later taken away by Suzuki Sonoko. The staff was trying to tell the other party that it was a system failure, but Maori Kogoro suddenly had no idea and took the initiative to tell the man that he was the one who took it away because his daughter's friend was the daughter of the Suzuki family.
As a result, before the other party had time to get angry, after Kogoro Mouri lit a cigarette and introduced himself coolly, not only the person who lost his temper, but also several other passengers in the eighth car all looked terrified.
Puff! Suddenly, thick white foam sprayed on Maori Kogoro's chin, and along the outline of his chin, he was sprayed into the shape of Santa Claus. The cigarette in Maori Kogoro's mouth was naturally extinguished. Maori Kogoro lowered his head and saw a toy fire truck at his feet. The water gun on the fire truck still had some residual foam hanging on it.
"Excuse me." Doraemon stood behind the toy fire truck. "Please don't smoke near here."
Behind Doraji, Martin was telling a story while paying attention to the situation here. He didn't want to see anyone smoking within ten meters of Mawu.
Kogoro Mouri turned around in embarrassment and wiped the foam off his face. The man whose carriage was robbed and the passengers in the other four rooms of the eighth carriage seemed frightened. Their faces were solemn and they said nothing more.
Conan was already squinting his eyes and looking at those people: These people are so suspicious, they don’t even speak!
But what am I thinking? Conan suddenly looked relaxed: "Come to think of it, there haven't been any cases since the world merged."
It is a world of difference compared to the days when I lived directly in the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Yes, the streets are very quiet, and there are no traces of criminals anywhere." Martin added a flag to him, and then said: "That's because the timeline is normal now, and the time intervals between cases are relatively normal."
Well, relatively speaking. Five hundred cases in thirty years is a much more normal frequency compared to the past.
"What do you mean it's normal now? Hasn't time always been normal?" Conan said disapprovingly.
Martin, who had always been considered to have a time cognition disorder, had veins popping out on his head. "Really? Who told me before that the day after June 8th is April 7th?"
"Hahaha, how could I have said such a thing..." Conan was very disdainful at first, but then he remembered something was wrong: "Haha...ha...ha...I think I really said such a thing."
Not only Conan, but also Ran, Miyano Akemi and others recalled how they had been confident when they discussed time with Martin in the past. Now that their concept of time has been revised along with the world, they recalled their ridiculous reactions at that time and felt ashamed.
At this time, the bell on the train rang, and as the conductor opened the old-fashioned door, the passengers at the station boarded the train. Of course, it was still the original black train.
Sonoko asked Suzuki Jirokichi for a room, one in car 8 and one in car . Car was a luxury room, bigger than the other seven. The room B that Sonoko wanted was the room that Suzuki Jirokichi would use to exhibit gems.
Maori Kogoro, Conan, Maori Ran, Suzuki Sonoko, Sera Masumi, went to room 8B. Dr. Agasa, Miyano Akemi, Haibara Ai, Martin, Mago, Doraemon went to room 6A.
But a few minutes later, Conan came to 6A by himself. He came to ask for help.
"Before asking for help, should you tell the truth about what you did?"
In the original plot, Bourbon saw a photo of Shiho Miyano with the express train boarding ring in her hand and judged that Shirley would appear on the train. Then Bourbon and Vermouth, one wanted to pack up Shirley and send her to the police, and the other wanted to pack up Shirley and burn her to the devil, and the two took their own actions.
Martin doesn't remember anything like this happening recently. Conan's decision to come to him for help shows that he is certain that Bourbon and Vermouth will be on the train.
There was no place reserved for the Black Organization in the New World, and with the collapse of its management structure, the Black Organization has completely become a thing of the past. Even Rena Mizunashi has returned to the CIA.
But now there are still two restless elements acting under the guise of the Black Organization, Bourbon and Vermouth. What drives them to act is not the orders or interests of the organization, but their hatred for Akai Shuichi and Miyano Shiho respectively. (End of this chapter)