Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 163: The Dark Mysterious Train (Part 1)

On the highway at night, Gin's beloved car is speeding on the road.

"Mysterious Train? The Suzuki Express?" Gin was answering a call from Vermouth. "Such an eye-catching train, I really don't think Shirley would be on it."

"Oh, that's why she might have chosen it. That train has an independent compartment. If she wants to avoid our search and find a way to leave Kanto, isn't that a perfect means of transportation?" In the compartment of a high-end hotel, Vermouth sat alone on a chair by the window.

"I find it hard to believe what you just said. Shirley is hiding in the mountains of Gunma."

"Indeed, Bourbon, who received the information, agrees with you. Those were statements made by Bourbon and a third party who happened to have contact with Shirley, so their credibility is certainly not high. But if Shirley was really on that train, don't you think that would be the perfect hunting ground?"

"That's right. As long as we prevent her from getting off the bus, it will become a Mercedes-Benz prison. We just need to instill fear in her like we're hunting a deer, and she'll reveal her identity and stand in front of the gun."

"I specifically leaked this valuable information to you. You know why."

"Do you want me to hold off on any action until that iron snake returns to its lair? It's been ages since you mentioned Shirley's name, and I'm actually in a good mood. I was worried before that you might have developed that strange sympathy that women have for her."

Vermouth laughed out loud: "Who do you think I am? Anyway, I will contact you again after the hunt is over."

Then the two hung up the phone.

Vermouth thought to herself: Although I promised him that I would not attack Shirley again, the person who wants Shirley's life this time is Bourbon. You can't blame me, little brother Silver Bullet.

In Gin's car, the mercenary complained about Vermouth's call: "She was so eager to tell you the news, probably because she was afraid that you would steal her prey. Vermouth hates Shirley to death, and this is known to everyone in the organization."

Gin sneered, "It doesn't matter what she wants. Whether Shirley is dead or alive, we just need to go to Nagoya and finish the job."

The mercenary sneered back at Gin: "It seems Bourbon is also ready to take action. After lurking for so long, he has finally put aside his obsession with Akai Shuichi and started to act."

Vodka interrupted while driving: "Is that secretive person, Bourbon, also going to join the hunt?"

"Who cares?" Gin silently lit a cigarette. "But speaking of which, this reminds me, Negroni. Bourbon, Scotland, and Akai Shuichi all studied under you. Later, Scotland and Akai Shuichi were both revealed to be rats. And you were completely indifferent to this situation?"

The mercenary shrugged, "They were only under my command for a while, and then the three of them teamed up to do missions. Why should I care so much about their affairs? I have to make a living, too. Besides, Scotland was dealt with a long time ago, and Akai Shuichi is now confirmed dead. Aren't you also actively cleaning up the rats in the organization, Mr. Hardworking?"

"Hmph, those mice are so boring." Gin curled his lips in disdain.

"If you ask me, there are three things that are unacceptable: moldy bread, spoiled butter, and living traitors." The mercenary showed a sinister smile, which frightened Vodka who was observing the mercenary's expression through the rearview mirror.

[Mechanic: Very good words, but in fact you are also a "traitor."]

[Prisoner: Haha, but these words still make a lot of sense.]

[Hermit: Lucas, it's so late and you're still not asleep. Are you planning to stay up all night?]

[Aviator: Sorry, Mr. Alva, we are developing a new machine here and are still debugging it. Why don’t you come and take a look?]

[Mechanic: Who put expired orange juice on my desk? I took a sip and realized it was wrong!]

[Prisoner: What, that's orange juice? I thought it was carrot juice?]

[Aviator: Ah, isn't that orange soda?]

[Doctor: Why do you three have different opinions?]

[Crazy Eyes: Oh no! I saw the three of them still doing experiments in the middle of the night, so I asked Bang Bang to bring them some drinks.]

[Guard 26: Drinks, for everyone.]

[Little girl: Where did Bang Bang get the drink?]

[Explorer: Who's rummaging through the storage room so late at night? It's so noisy! There's nothing in there except expired drinks and expired motor oil.]

[prisoner:......]

[Mechanic: Fortunately, Bang Bang didn't send us any oil...]

[Hermit: Stop the experiment, and go to Miss Emily for a checkup right now!]

[Doctor: What a shame! I have to get up in the middle of the night to work overtime.]

On the day of the train's departure, at Tokyo Station, Conan and his friends stood in front of the platform, watching the steam train up close.

Ayumi cheered: "Wow, that's great! This is the first time I've seen a steam locomotive."

Yuantai: "Me too."

Mitsuhiko: "You're really bold."

The novelist and the little girl were also watching the train.

[Novelist: Speaking of our train-related stories, Mrs. Pliny's tales are truly the most relevant.]

[Entomologist: Because the prototype is the Orient Express Murder Case, the train to the Snow Country.]

[Reporter: I'll be coming over soon, so you'd better get ready.]

The novelist sighed, "Even though it's just a replica of the exterior, at first glance, it still feels very much like the Orient Express, doesn't it?"

"Murder on the Orient Express is a story from the Hercule Poirot series, written by the queen of detective fiction, Agatha Christie." A woman dressed like a reporter walked up to the platform. "I personally love this story, too."

The group turned to look at the source of the sound, and the person coming was the reporter.

Conan looked at the person in front of him in shock. The reason was simple: this person was very similar to the woman holding the box he saw in the "Cocoon" game. At the same time, she gave people the feeling of a grown-up little Alice.

The reporter has golden curly hair tied behind her head with a blue headband. She wears a gray women's suit with a white lining on the upper body and a brown knee-length skirt with a plaid pattern on the lower body. She holds a camera in her hand.

"Alice?" The novelist widened his eyes in disbelief and even walked forward quickly, wanting to confirm his guess.

But the reporter's words stopped the novelist in his tracks: "Hello everyone, my name is Eury Lamb, and I'm a journalist."

"No, excuse me, this...Ms. Lamb." The novelist approached the reporter, eager to extract some evidence from her. "Could you please let me see your left hand?"

Although the reporter was a little confused, she still did as she was told. She took off her gloves and showed her left hand to the novelist. There was no scar on that hand.

The novelist's face suddenly turned pale, and he returned to his original place dejectedly, muttering to himself: "No, no... That's not her..."

The novelist then took off his gloves and touched the scar on his hand.

Conan understood: Uncle Orpheus might think that this Ms. Lamb was Mrs. Delos, but Ms. Lamb did not have that scar on her left hand. So the two people might just look alike and not be the same person.

The little girl's voice broke the deadlock: "Hello, Ms. Lamb!"