Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Gao Cheng settled down and entered the No. 8 compartment. After finding no problems, he passed through the No. 8 compartment. Soon he saw several flight attendants anxiously guarding the door of the cabin.

"Did something happen?" Gao Cheng asked, "A flight attendant was looking for a doctor just now..."

"Are you a doctor?" Several flight attendants looked at Gao Cheng suspiciously. Although he was wearing a suit and dressed a bit more maturely, he looked like a high school student no matter what.

Gao Cheng explained: "I'm not a doctor, but I have researched in autopsy. I'm a detective."

"Ah!" A young flight attendant exclaimed, "Could it be that you are the famous Kido detective in Tokyo."

The others haven't reacted yet: "Detective Kido? Which detective from Kido?"

"A detective, a detective!" The young flight attendant reminded, knocked on the door and shouted, "Mr. Yagi!"

The door of the flight attendant's room opened, and the conductor said in a panic, "What's the matter? Keep your voice down, don't let other passengers know."

He looked at Gao Cheng with doubts and said, "This is the doctor?"

Gao Cheng smiled slightly and walked into the flight attendant room, and saw a middle-aged uncle lying in the corner with no blood on his lips.

The flight attendant next to him explained in a low voice: "He is a famous detective in Tokyo and can do autopsies."

"Oh." The train conductor closed the door, resisting his fear and standing behind Gao Cheng, "He is a passenger in carriage No. 8, and he seems not to be breathing..."

Gao Cheng checked the condition of the body, and it looked like a sudden death caused by a heart attack, and the time of death should be within half an hour.

But in the specific situation, his ability seems to be insufficient. Intuitively, this person is definitely not a simple sudden death...

The train conductor continued: "After our flight attendants found something was wrong, they brought him here for fear of causing the passengers to panic."

"Mr. Yagi!"

The flight attendant who went to see a doctor before came back here and reported to the conductor: "No, there is no doctor on board..."

"If you're looking for a doctor," Gao Cheng turned his head, "that middle-aged man in a suit sitting in the front row of carriage No. 7 and on the right side of the aisle should be a doctor. He was sitting in front of me just now."

"Ah!" The flight attendant recognized Gao Cheng and said in amazement, "Why are you here? Really..."

"Detective, he is a detective," urged the conductor, "well, bring that doctor quickly."

"yes!"

The flight attendant responded to the No. 7 carriage, and the flight attendant closed again. The train conductor stood beside him with a headache and watched Gao Cheng find the wallet in the uncle's pocket.

"Does he have companions?" Gao Cheng asked.

"It seems not." The train conductor shook his head

"Well……"

Gao Cheng found a middle-aged uncle's business card, and he was actually traveling with him, and he was also the president of a Tokyo detective agency. It seemed that he was on a business trip just like him.

The profession of private detective is indeed very dangerous. I don't know if the uncle in front of him was killed because of the investigation. If it is true, he will be in trouble.

With so many people on the train, it is not so difficult to find the murderer...

Putting the wallet aside, Gao Cheng continued to search.

A small medicine bottle, eye drop caps, an empty tape cassette, an empty spectacle case, cigarette filters...

There are only half of many things, and the most important mobile phone is not there. As a private detective, he basically never leaves his mobile phone.

"Is there any other luggage?"

"there is none left."

"No?" Gao Cheng frowned.

It is very likely that he killed him, so we know that there will be no accidental death...

On the other side of the No. 7 carriage, the steward followed Gao Cheng's instructions to find Zhong Chuan who was still reading a magazine.

"Sorry," the flight attendant walked to Zhong Chuan and whispered, "May I ask you to come here."

"Eh?" Nakagawa tightened his palms and looked at the flight attendant with a frown.

"please."

"What are you doing?"

The flight attendant looked around and approached and said, "A passenger suddenly fell ill, so..."

Zhong Chuan was startled, and asked strangely, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Are you a doctor? Please!"

The flight attendant bowed earnestly,

However, Zhong Chuan didn't have the mind to care about other things at this meeting, his face was horrified, and the strong sense of uneasiness even made him a little out of breath.

Full of doubts, Nakagawa put on his overcoat and followed the flight attendant to the outside of the flight attendant.

At this time, Gao Cheng just received a call from Dr. A Li, nodded at Nakagawa and gave way to the flight attendant.

"Kiroto," Dr. Ali said worriedly, "Shinichi can't help but intervene in another case."

Gao Cheng said helplessly: "I'm also in trouble here, don't worry, no matter what, he knows how to measure it."

In the cabin, Nakagawa learned of Gao Cheng's identity from the train conductor, and after examining the body anxiously, he still couldn't help asking, "Detective Kido, why do you know I'm a doctor?"

Gao Cheng hung up the phone and did not respond, but asked instead: "Do you know the cause of death?"

"It's probably a myocardial infarction," Zhong Chuan opened his mouth, temporarily suppressed his doubts, pointed to the small medicine bottle, and said, "This bottle of Niguanan is a medicine for heart disease. Seeing that he doesn't have a painful expression, the onset should be instantaneous. I don't even have time to take my medicine..."

"As expected of an official doctor."

Gao Cheng blinked his eyes and continued to ask: "In medicine, is there a way to cause myocardial infarction to kill people? For example, through drugs, how can it not be detected during the autopsy?"

"Eh?" Zhong Chuan shrank his eyes slightly, stared at Gao Cheng and explained, "It's not impossible, if the substance exists in the human body, it can't be detected, just like potassium chloride, a large dose of injection, about It would be fatal... But, Detective Kido, do you suspect that this person was injected with drugs?"

Gao Cheng's eyes fell on Zhong Chuan's coat, pointing to the belongings of the murdered uncle next to him: "There are glasses cases but no glasses, there are filters but no cigarettes, there are cameras but no negatives, there are lids for eye drops but no eye drops, there are eye drops. Cassettes without tapes and players...isn't it weird?"

Zhong Chuan looked at the relics, paused, and said with a smile: "What's so strange? Maybe it's in the luggage..."

"There is no luggage, and there are almost only half of the remaining things, which means there is still a pocket...someone took his coat away." Gao Cheng pretended to reach out to grab the coat that Nakagawa was wearing casually, "It's like This one is the same, the victim put the used things in the coat pocket..."

Zhongchuan avoided Gao Cheng with a strong smile: "Why do you care so much about a coat? It might be lost somewhere."

Gao Cheng didn't want to forcefully check the coat, so he smiled and said nothing.

Although it's only been a while, he almost already knew that Zhong Chuan was the murderer. Sure enough, there are cases like this. Not every criminal is so clever in committing crimes, and the killing method is like performing magic.

However, compared to knowing who the murderer is, it seems that it is not easy to prove that this person is the murderer.

What a strange case.

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