Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Flight attendant room.

Gao Cheng watched Zhong Chuan check the corpse again.

The doctor was probably confused, and his expression was very stiff. He didn't want to help with the investigation, but he couldn't pretend to be stupid in public, so he could only smile and pretend to be indifferent.

Zhong Chuan rolled up the sleeve of the dead body's arm and inspected it like an expert: "I can't find the needle hole. After a while, you should be able to see the red needle hole... If this is the case, there is no possibility of homicide."

Gao Cheng's face remained unchanged, he stared at Zhong Chuan and said, "Is it enough to just check the arm? It is also possible to inject in other places, right? Could it be... is the doctor afraid of something?"

"How, how is it possible?" Nakagawa smiled, bit the bullet and checked the legs and feet of the corpse, "I didn't expect Detective Kido to know so much about this, haha."

"I understand a little bit." Gao Cheng smiled, carefully watching Zhong Chuan's movements.

The pinhole was in the ankle of the corpse's right leg, which he had seen before, and this would just be another try for Nakagawa.

The facts are already obvious. This case requires medical knowledge. The use of large doses of potassium chloride injections to cause myocardial infarction is something ordinary people don't understand at all.

There were at least 5,000 passengers on the train, but there was only one doctor, Nakagawa. I didn't know whether to call this guy bad luck or what to say.

Anyway, this guy was suspicious from the start...

"Anyway, let the next station contact the police." Gao Cheng turned to the conductor and said, "This is a homicide."

Zhong Chuan's complexion changed and he stood silently, not even noticing that Gao Cheng walked out of the flight attendant's room.

Gao Cheng looked at Zhong Chuan, and whispered to a flight attendant, "Please help me see Dr. Zhong Chuan, and let me know if there is anything abnormal."

The flight attendant didn't quite understand and nodded confusedly.

Seeing this, Gao Cheng was quite helpless. It would have been nice if there was police officer Mumu, but unfortunately he was on the train now, so he had to make do with it first. The key was not to let Zhong Chuan 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 was looking for a doctor suggested himself.

Zhong Chuan came back to his senses, watched Gao Cheng leave with the flight attendants, subconsciously touched the pocket of his coat, and took out a pair of glasses behind his back, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Not only glasses, but also cigarettes and mobile phones are all in the pockets on both sides...

"Doctor?" The train conductor suddenly said to Zhong Chuan, "Please don't publicize this matter, or other guests will panic."

"Oh, I know." Zhong Chuan hurriedly put away his belongings, turned around and smiled at the conductor, and walked out of the conductor's room with a heavy heart.

In carriage No. 8, the flight attendant led Gao Cheng straight to the front row, pointed to the window seat on the right and said, "This is it, seat D of No. 1."

Gao Cheng leaned over to check, "You didn't touch anything, did you?"

The flight attendant whispered, "Except for the luggage and that... dead body..."

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

Although it was also a special class car, there were more people in car No. 8 than car No. 7, and there happened to be two people behind the seat of the deceased, a woman and a man with a scar, but they were all sleeping.

Zhong Chuan not only injected the victim's ankle, but also took away the victim's coat. I don't know if anyone saw it. If so, the matter would be much simpler.

Seeing that Zhong Chuan was still in the flight attendant's room and did not come over, Gao Cheng was thoughtful, with a smile on his lips.

It's still possible...

"May I trouble you?" Gao Cheng turned to the flight attendant and said, "Ask the passengers in this carriage, has anyone seen any suspicious person approaching here?"

The flight attendant looked at the man with the scar who was sleeping in the second row in embarrassment, but he couldn't refuse Gao Cheng, so he asked the passengers who were not sleeping.

Gao Cheng didn't care when he saw this, and sat directly on the seat of the deceased, and what he would do if he was the murderer.

In order not to attract attention, it will probably pretend to be a passenger and sit next to the deceased...

His gaze inadvertently swept over the seat next to the aisle.

Although the back of the chair was not put down,

The footrest is down, obviously someone has sat on it, and there is a small white orange skin on the table shelf.

Someone sat next to him and ate oranges...

Gao Cheng carefully wrapped the rubber band with a handkerchief, thought for a while, and quickly walked back through the aisle to the flight attendant's room.

Zhong Chuan hadn't left yet, but was guarding outside peacefully. After seeing Gao Cheng, a smile appeared on his stiff face: "How is it? Did you find anything?"

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

"Ah, no, no," Zhong Chuan quickly waved his hands, "I'd better stay here and help."

Gao Cheng said with a smile: "I've troubled the doctor a lot, and we can leave it to us. You can go back and rest first."

"okay."

Nakagawa unnaturally tightened the overcoat he was wearing, and entered the No. 8 carriage with stiff steps. After seeing the flight attendant asking the passengers to ask questions, he immediately tightened his body and passed quickly.

Gao Cheng watched Zhong Chuan return to the No. 7 compartment, paused, knocked on the door and walked into the crew room.

Inside, the train conductor was still guarding the corpse and the luggage with a troubled face, a little fidgeting, and he was relieved when he saw Gao Cheng come in.

Gao Cheng sniffed the fingers of the dead body, but didn't smell orange. He noticed the strange expression on the conductor's face, and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

"No, no." The train conductor shook his head and denied it again and again.

"I'm a little scared," Gao Cheng said as he walked out of the flight attendant's room, "Please continue to watch over it."

"that……"

Seeing that he was left alone again, the train conductor felt distressed.

Gao Cheng led a flight attendant to the dining car. The beautiful waitresses before were still at the counter. Their faces collapsed when they saw Gao Cheng, and they felt uncomfortable for a while.

"It's this weird guy again..."

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

At that time, Zhong Chuan did buy oranges. The murder should have happened after that. The second meeting was in the No. 7 carriage. At that time, Zhong Chuan had an extra coat in his hand.

Judging from the circumstances of this case, the method is not very sophisticated.

Zhong Chuan should have met the victim, and gave the victim sleeping pills in advance, and waited until the victim fell asleep before pretending to be a companion, took the coat, and returned to the No. 7 car as if nothing had happened.

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

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

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

There were still a few passengers in dining car B drinking coffee, and some people came to eat. Gao Cheng glanced at it casually, and the flight attendant immediately asked in a low voice, "Detective Kido, what's the problem?"

"I was wondering if the deceased had dinner here with someone. Can you bring a waiter to meet the deceased?"

Gao Cheng knew that the evidence was the jacket on Zhong Chuan's body. The only problem was to prove that Zhong Chuan was the prisoner, and that Zhong Chuan knew the deceased and had sat in the seat next to the deceased.

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

The train conductor was still trembling when he opened the door, his face was pale, and Gao Cheng was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," the train conductor said while supporting the table, "it's just that the window was accidentally blown open by the cold wind, so it's a bit cold."

"Oh?"

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