MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 2 Shinkansen Bombing 2

"what-!"

A harsh female voice came through the crowd and interrupted the conversation that had no content.

The elementary school student, who was still panicked just now, jumped up immediately and looked seriously at the place where the sound came from.

"Ah, what happened? It sounds like it's in the first few carriages." Maolilan asked worriedly.

What else could it be, coming out with the Shinigami primary school students, it can only be a case. However, the sound seems to be in the fifth carriage, so it can't be so coincidental. Xin Haikong frowned. The previous screams attracted a large number of people, whether they wanted to watch the fun, or they really wanted to help.

At present, a large number of passengers are stuck in the aisle between the carriages, and it is impossible to squeeze to the front to see the situation. The bomb is still in the toilet. Gotta figure out a way. He turned around to find out where the little detective was, but found that Conan had long since disappeared.

It's no wonder that every time a case occurs, the little detective can always feel the scene at the first time. There is still a small benefit to being small. If you can't get to the scene, you will be very passive.

[Ding - now enter the identity selection node]

Identity choice? So the game didn't have an identity at the beginning?

[A. I am a detective, please let me go to the front to see the situation. 】

Detective? It's a really versatile identity. In the world of Ke Xue, having a detective's identity is indeed inexorable. Xin Haikong was a little excited.

[B. Please let me go, I am a policeman]

Wait, is the identity of the police also optional? Isn't he real wine, did the winery go undercover to the Metropolitan Police Department?

[This time is the node link of choosing the identity. After the identity is selected this time, there will be a follow-up plot of the corresponding length to be completed. Please choose carefully, each of your choices will affect the final outcome. 】

Of course it has an impact! A detective can also be said to be an amateur. If he really wants to become a policeman, wouldn't he become an undercover agent? But if you become an undercover agent, the task of the organization will no longer be the kind of task that is easy to reveal your identity, and since you want to become a red party, what identity is faster than becoming a policeman!

If you appear as a detective at the beginning, you will inevitably be questioned whether he is a member of the winery in the later stage, but it seems that few of the police officers who appear in the comics will be inexplicably suspected of being related to the winery. Not to mention he still has a bomb to deal with.

Thinking of this, the young man cleared his throat, and while walking forward, he stretched out his hand to disperse the gathering crowd, "Please make way, I'm a policeman."

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A case took place in the long and narrow carriage.

The deceased was lying on his back on the seat, and a large area of ​​red blood appeared on his chest. There was a young woman on the left side of the deceased, who was covering her face and crying. She was on the back side of the seat and needed to step over the dead body when she came out, so she had been standing half-bent over on the back side, daring not to move. She should have made the scream just now.

"Please don't panic, the train is coming to the station soon, and the police are already waiting at the station. Please return to your seat as soon as possible." The panicked police officers are trying to maintain order.

No, he only has half an hour, is there any way, is there any way to guide the little detective to discover the bomb in the toilet without a trace.

Xin Haikong, who finally squeezed into the fifth carriage, received the highest courtesy from the marshals because he claimed to be a policeman, and was pulled close to the deceased.

The moment he saw the deceased, Xin Haikong's expression was a little unnatural.

Eiichi Ishida.

The dead are the targets of the organization.

He was sitting in the last row of car No. 5, behind him, separated by a wall, was the bomb he had just installed. Is this double insurance when the organization is on a mission? One person is responsible for the action, and the other person is responsible for destroying the corpse?

No, if the target is dead, the police will inevitably be attracted, the bomb will be useless and even risk exposing himself. Organizations are not going to issue such tasks.

And targeted murders are different from bombs. Bombs are indiscriminate damage, and it is not necessarily only the nearest Ishida Eiichi who is killed. During the follow-up investigation, the police could not determine whether it was a targeted murder or an ordinary terrorist attack. This is more of an organizational style.

So the target will die should be—

Xin Haikong looked at the weeping woman on the left side of the deceased, and then at the man on the right seat with a big back and an impatient face, and the weak-looking old grandfather sitting directly in front of the deceased.

It's because you have to choose one of three to die.

"Ah Nuo, Xin Haisang?" The marshal who had just asked his name looked at him helplessly.

"Ah, Mr. Aihara, please evacuate some of the crowd. The scene needs some protection. Please also explain the current progress to me." The young policeman looked surprisingly reliable, and he seemed calm when dealing with such a murder scene.

"You kid, are you a police officer? Then quickly arrest this murderer!" A man with a big back combed across the aisle pointed at the woman to the left of the deceased, and roared with a grim face. Generally speaking, someone who roars so loudly is definitely not a murderer, but there is a high probability that it will be mistaken for a murderer.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The woman who was still sobbing suddenly stopped, her delicate facial features twisted for a while, and she cursed at the man: "I think it's because of you, the unfilial son, that the accident happened to Rong Yi!"

"The name of the deceased is Eiichi Ishida, who is 41 years old this year. The lady sitting on the left side of the deceased is the wife of the deceased, Hideko Ishida, who is 28 years old this year. The gentleman sitting across the aisle on the right side of the deceased It is the son of the deceased, Saichiro Ishida, who is 23 years old this year. According to their two confessions, the deceased was sleeping before entering the tunnel, and the accident happened after he got out of the tunnel."

"Furthermore, according to their mutual accusations, it seems that both parties had a motive to kill. But we have searched the belongings of these two people and found no murder weapon. The old gentleman sitting directly in front of the deceased was named Tanaka Shimo, according to his confession. He said no one passed him after the train entered the tunnel."

Xin Haikong glanced at Tanaka, who was sitting in front of him. He seemed to be very old. He was holding a cane in one hand and the back of the chair with difficulty in the other. His face was pale, and he seemed to be frightened by the murder. His clothes were clean, except for a few tiny blood spots.

The wound on the chest of the deceased and the back of the chair in front of him were full of bloodstains, and there were also bloodstains of different areas on the clothes of the left and right of the deceased. This case is not difficult, but how to relate the murderer to the bomb in the toilet? At the very least, lead the little detective to the toilet to take a look.

"So, the murderer is locked in Ishida Hideko and Ishida Saichiro!" Shinkai put his palms together, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, "According to the shape of the wound on the deceased's chest, it is obvious that it is only possible to stab in the front. Mr. Saichiro Ishida on the right side of the deceased, you are the murderer of this case. As for the murder weapon, if no one passed by him in the dark tunnel, as Mr. Tanaka said, then you will be blocked on the way to the car in front of you. Blocked, there is only one place you can go, and that is the toilet in Car 5!"

While performing, Xin Haikong glanced at the little detective's thoughtful expression from the corner of his eye.

"Huh? Xin Haisang, I remember you went to the toilet before." The foreshadowing that was laid before is useful.

"That's right. After I came out of the toilet, I did bump into a man head-on, Saichiro Ishida, do you admit that you entered the toilet of the fifth carriage after me!"

Ishida Saichiro was a little flustered, but nodded and admitted that he did go to the toilet just now, "But this doesn't prove that I am the murderer!"

During their argument, Conan, who heard the confessions from both sides, felt that something was wrong, but he still ran into the toilet at the back of the fifth carriage. On the surface, Mr. Shinkai's reasoning seems to be fine, and the wound of the deceased is indeed a thorn from the front. If there is no problem with Tanaka Shimo's confession - in fact, it is difficult to have a problem, because there are so many passengers in front, once someone refutes his words, Tanaka Shimo will be in an extremely disadvantageous situation.

Both Ishida Saichiro and Mr. Shinkai went to the toilet during this period, which indirectly confirmed that no one else appeared in the aisle between No. 5 and No. 6 cars during this period. Only Saichiro Ishida and Hideko Ishida have the chance to kill.

However, it always felt that something was wrong, something was missed. Conan searched the toilet carefully, and finally put the target in the water tank where it was easy to hide things. He approached and opened the water tank—

"bomb!"

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A childish voice came from the toilet, as if a bomb had been thrown into the calm lake, causing a huge splash.

Originally, there were a lot of people crowding around with the mentality of watching the excitement. The panic spread quickly. From time to time, someone shouted, "Stop, I want to get off."

Xin Haikong's face sank, looking serious and solemn. While walking quickly to the toilet, he informed the marshals behind him to contact the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department as soon as possible, and arranged for the police from the demolition team to wait at the station.

"Xin Haisang, I found a bomb in the toilet tank!" Conan was convinced of Xin Hai's identity as a police officer at this time, and there was a hint of reliance in his tone that he hadn't discovered yet.

Xin Hai nodded slightly, leaned over to look at the bomb in the water tank, and frowned. This is the bomb he installed by himself. The time on the bomb has changed from the previous half an hour to twenty minutes. There is plenty of time. The train will arrive at the station soon, and the plan goes well.

"There are 20 minutes left in the countdown to the bomb, and we will arrive at the station soon. Please don't panic. The police from the demolition team are already waiting on the platform. We will organize the evacuation of the masses as soon as we arrive at the station."

After comforting the crowd, Xin Haikong leaned down and looked at Conan with a gentle smile, "Kun Conan, thanks to you, we found a trouble for us."

"Ah, it's nothing." Conan scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "However, Xin Haisang, I didn't find the murder weapon in the toilet."

Xin Haikong reached out and stroked the little detective's hair, causing Conan to lean forward. "That's what adults do."

"Aihara-san, please control Mr. Tanaka immediately and search his belongings."

"Eh-?"

"The previous reasoning was based on the premise that the murderer hid the murder weapon here. If this is not the case, the murder weapon is still with the murderer. You haven't checked Mr. Tanaka yet."

Between the lights and flint, Conan thought of the crutches that Tanaka Shimo had been holding in his hand, "Ah! I understand!"

A pair of gentle hands hugged Conan by the waist, "What do you understand, Conan?"

"Ah, no, no. Sister Xiaolan, let me go." Is this policeman quite formidable, Conan couldn't help but glance at Xin Haikong. The young man was standing in front of Tanaka at this time, his originally beautiful facial features were condensed, and his slender hand pulled out the crutch. The lower part of the crutch could be opened, and the light of the sword flashed through, and the tail of the sword was still stained with blood. Such a scene complimented the youth's condensed facial features, and it was unexpectedly a bit strange.

But who put the bomb in the toilet, is it really just a terrorist attack?

Conan remembered the suitcase that Xin Haikong had been carrying in his hand when he got into the car. He broke free from Maurilan's embrace, rushed to the previous seat, squatted behind the chair, and quietly opened the suitcase.

There are only a few transfer files in there. Xin Haikong is indeed a policeman, and a policeman of the professional group.

Conan let out a long sigh of relief, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or happy. Maybe the bomb was loaded before. After all, Mr. Xinhai didn't bring a suitcase with him when he went to the toilet, and he asked Xiaolan to take care of him. He could see this clearly when he was sitting next to Xiaolan.

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"Dudu-"

The train stopped. This station is Tokyo Station. Obviously Ishida Eiichi's original destination is not here, because the bomb will not detonate in 20 minutes.

But he was supposed to get off at this stop, and Xin Haikong picked out the ticket in the pocket of his coat.

"Huh? Senior Xinhai?"

Xin Haikong looked at the prestige, and the police arrived.

Although there is a big gap between the cartoon and the real person, some details and characteristics will not change, and it is not difficult to identify who they are.

However, I just chose to be a police officer, so I'm about to face my police colleagues!