Chapter 1142 Real and Fake Princess: Game

In front of Nobushige, Rei Fukutani used a communicator to contact Bermod and told him that he met someone who looked like Shirley in the car. He also sent the photos he took when they passed by each other to tell Bermod. She confirmed.

On the other side, "Shirley", who deliberately showed her face in front of Bourbon, looked at the photos sent by Bourbon on the phone screen and showed a satisfied smile.

"Confirm the goal and implement it according to the plan." "Shirley" said every word.

There is no problem on Bourbon's side. Next, it seems that it is time for her to visit her dear princess.

The smile between "Shirley's" eyebrows became deeper and deeper, but there was still a hint of obsession and madness.

At this time, Haibara Ai had just followed Conan to the seventh carriage. Conan was confirming with the conductor whether this carriage was the seventh carriage. She and others were waiting nearby.

Suddenly, Haiyuan Ai felt a terrifying aura locking onto her, making her feel cold from head to toe.

This feeling has not appeared for a long time. It is the organization, no, it should be that woman, she is nearby!

Hui Yuan Ai didn't dare to look back. She was afraid that if she turned around, she would see that person's eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Ai-chan?" Ayumi Yoshida, who was standing next to Haihara Ai, noticed something unusual about Haihara Ai and looked back in confusion.

Hui Yuan Ai shook his head gently, indicating that he was fine.

No matter what, she couldn't harm these innocent children.

Fortunately, that feeling of terror went away as quickly as it came. When Hui Yuan Ai stopped shaking, she found that her back was soaked.

"Are you sure this is Car 7?" Conan's small body was not large enough for an adult to see. Even though the conductor was sitting on a chair, he still had to raise his head high to ensure that the other party could hear his question clearly.

"Yes." The conductor looked a little confused, "I am the conductor in charge of carriage seven. I am pretty sure this is carriage seven."

After saying that, he smiled again: "However, in order to keep the mystery of the train and to be as close to the Orient Express as possible, all the carriages on the Suzuki are not marked with numbers, and the letters on the compartments are all the same, which will indeed cause trouble to the passengers. Yes. At that time, even those of us conductors who have been working on the Suzuki couldn't tell the difference."

Conan said seriously: "Then call the police quickly. No matter where the seventh car is, we did see someone shot and killed in 7 # B, and we are sure that the murderer is still on the train."

"Shot?" The conductor was confused, "Is this happening? Then why didn't you call the police earlier?"

"Because we initially thought it was part of a mystery game."

"Maybe it's someone's prank. In short, if you are really curious about the number of the car you are in, just ask the conductor like me. We will not mistake our location." The conductor was obviously interested in what Conan and the others said. Said shooting was dismissed.

There was no way, Conan and others had to go to 7 # B to reconfirm.

Of course the carriage will not disappear out of thin air, someone must be playing tricks on it.

7 # B's compartment door was pushed open by Conan again. This time, the scene inside was different from before. Suzuki Sonoko was the only one in the compartment.

Seeing Conan, Suzuki Sonoko's drama addiction suddenly came up. She deliberately put on a straight face and said ferociously: "What the hell is going on with you little brats? Didn't I tell you, this is the eighth carriage, the eighth carriage, listen. Don’t you understand? Okay, please leave quickly!”

After saying that, she reached out and pushed Conan and others out of the box, and closed the box door roughly.

Conan was even more confused now.

"It's strange..." Mitsuhiko murmured to himself, "The conductor clearly said this was the seventh carriage, so why did Sister Sonoko, who was supposed to be in the eighth carriage, appear here?"

Sister Sonoko who was supposed to be in carriage eight...

Conan recalled the two scenes of accidentally entering Suzuki Sonoko's carriage and carefully compared the differences. He always felt that besides the number of people, there were some details that he had not noticed.

At this moment, the sound of shoe soles colliding with the carpet came from the other side of the corridor.

Conan looked for the sound and saw a familiar figure appearing at the end of the corridor - Mao Lilan.

"Sister Xiaolan." Conan immediately greeted her, "This is the seventh carriage, right?"

Nobuhiro was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Are you already dizzy? Sonoko and I are in the same box, and we are both in the eighth carriage."

"No, I think you must have received it just like us..." Conan suddenly paused.

"What did you receive?" Xinfan bowed slightly and asked.

Conan raised his head and looked at him, a look of inquiry gradually appearing in his eyes.

"You are not Mao Lilan." Conan asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The smile on Nobufan's lips deepened: "What are you talking about, Conan?"

He knew that no matter how perfect his disguise was, he would never be able to hide it from Kudo Shinichi, but the time it took for Kudo Shinichi to see through the disguise was beyond his expectation. It can be said that Conan discovered it almost the moment he came into close contact with "Maolilan".

This is basically impossible for a layman who has never been exposed to the art of disguise.

Conan's eyes went straight into Nobuhiro's eyes. These eyes had modified pupils and were exactly the same as Mao Lilan, but the emotions contained in the eyes were different. Conan did not feel danger from "Mao Lilan". On the contrary, he felt that this person gave him a very familiar feeling and seemed trustworthy.

Conan twitched his lips and showed a confident smile: "Brother Asano, is it fun to dress up as Sister Xiaolan and tease me?"

He did not use the "Mr. Asano" and "Xiaolan" that he was used to in private, because even if he had confirmed that the person in front of him was Asano Nobushige, he still had to be as cautious as possible before further recognition.

In this way, if "Mao Lilan" is pretended by other members of the organization such as Belmod, his words will only betray Asano Nobushige.

Nobuhiro did not respond when he heard this, but reached out and rubbed Conan's head. Then he straightened up and said to Dr. A Li: "It's too blocking the way for so many of us to stand here. Let's go in first."

So a group of people crowded into the 7 # B space which was not that big.

Suzuki Sonoko was confused: "Lan, what is going on?"

Nobushige made a helpless expression: "I knew we couldn't hide it from Conan for too long. These kids in the Junior Detective Corps are very powerful."

"Ah, our performance was exposed so easily!" Suzuki Sonoko was annoyed, "I think I performed very well."

Conan withdrew his gaze from "Mourilan", turned to Suzuki Sonoko, and explained: "Because I saw the envelope that was placed on the table before, you must also have received the notification of the start of the game, right?"