Chapter 1329 The Shrinking Murderer (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Brother, should we follow the instructions in this letter and stay in the room until the case happens, and then act as detectives to solve the case?"

On the train that was moving steadily, Vodka turned over and looked at the contents of the letter:

"Moori Kogoro next door, they seem to be playing the role of the murderer's companions."

"Just follow their instructions."

Gin threw the cigarette butt out of the window and said calmly:

"We're just going with the flow, playing a game with them, but our target is Kyogoku Makoto next to Mouri Kogoro. Be smart later and don't miss the mark."

"I know, brother."

Vodka nodded and sat on the chair obediently.

Soon, he heard the sound of the door opening next door. Maori Kogoro went to the restaurant to wait, while the remaining Maorilan and others had to act as the prisoner's helpers and switch rooms with the prisoner.

This will take some time, but fortunately the train has just started and there are still a few hours until we arrive in Nagoya, so there is plenty of time.

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Gin planned to follow the instructions on the letter and play a game with Mouri Kogoro, until 10 minutes later, there was a sudden knock on his door.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Who is it again?"

Vodka pulled out his pistol and opened the door carefully. He saw a plump middle-aged man wearing a white suit and a mustache standing outside the door.

"Ms. Sumitomo, can you let me in?"

The plump middle-aged man looked at the vodka with a smile.

Vodka frowned. He didn't know the other person, but the other person's tone sounded like he knew them.

Looking back at Gin, after receiving a positive reply, Vodka stepped aside and let the mellow middle-aged man enter the room.

After entering the room, the smile on the face of the plump middle-aged man became brighter. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the black ink stains on his chest and said softly:

"It's really exciting. Miss Sumitomo, Mrs. Xiao Mi, what do you think of this reasoning activity?"

Vodka and Gin looked at each other, not knowing what this guy was doing here.

"Mr. Mori really went too far. He actually robbed me of Room 8-B, which forced me to go to the ordinary carriage."

Gin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly understood why.

The black organization found these detectives riding in the VIP carriage No. 8 by looking up the passenger application list of the mysterious train on the Internet. After solving them, they naturally took their places, but...

Unexpectedly, Kogoro Mouri, who was invited by the Suzuki Foundation, applied for the right to use the VIP carriage first. In other words, box number 8-B, which was supposed to belong to the mellow middle-aged man in front of him, became Kogoro Moori's room. , and the plump middle-aged man who was robbed of the box naturally disappeared from the sight of the black organization.

This led to flaws in the black organization's plan.

"But that's okay."

The mellow middle-aged man smiled slightly, slowly pulled out a silenced pistol from his chest, and pointed it at Gin:

"He will still die. Now that you already know what happened back then, don't blame me for taking the initiative."

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Gin and vodka, looking at the round middle-aged man's pistol, fell into silence at the same time.

What the hell is going on?

I was sitting in the box doing nothing, and someone rushed to the door to commit murder?

"Hello."

Gin sneered, turning a blind eye to the muzzle of the gun, staring into the round middle-aged man's eyes with cold eyes, and said in a low voice:

"You brought this to your door yourself."

"you"

Hearing Gin's unfamiliar voice, the mellow middle-aged man was startled:

"Are you a man?"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the mellow middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Vodka wiped the bloody gun handle on him, kicked his pistol away, and asked:

"Brother, what should we do now? This kid is looking for death. Why don't we throw him off the train?"

"No"

Ginjiu rubbed his eyebrows and said in deep thought:

"The target he wants to kill is not us, but the two women who were replaced by us. It seems that there is a connection between them."

"Since he used this reasoning game to commit murder, we can just do the opposite and use the real crime scene to lure out Akai Mutake!"

"But big brother."

After kicking the unconscious chubby middle-aged man, Vodka looked confused:

"I have already taken action just now. There is a wound on his head. With Mouri Kogoro's ability, he should be able to find the murderer. If we are caught as criminals, it will be bad."

"Isn't it enough to make the scene look like a perfect murder?"

Gin took out a pill box with several red and white pills inside:

"The injuries on the head prove that this is a murder, but as long as we give him APTX4869, no matter how powerful Mouri Kogoro is, it will be impossible to find the murderer!"

"Brother is wise!"

Vodka grinned:

"After taking APTX4869, there are no traces. It is no different from sudden death. Even if the body is sent for forensic identification, it is impossible to detect any abnormality!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, give him the capsule, look at his invitation letter, and send the body back to the room."

"clear!"

Vodka squatted down, opened the mouth of the plump middle-aged man, stuffed the red and white capsule into it, and after confirming that it had been swallowed, he reached into the other's suit, fumbled for a while, and found a wallet and two letters in the inner pocket.

"Brother, his name is Murohashi Etsuto, the room number is 7-B, and in this reasoning game, he plays the victim!"

"In the envelope that Maori Kogoro received just now, did they exchange rooms with the victim?"

"Yes, I heard it clearly. In order to increase the difficulty of the game, the organizer asked Maori Ran and the others to exchange rooms with the victim. In other words, Murohashi Etsuto should have been killed at this moment, and staying in the 8-B box next door is just convenient for us!"

Vodka chuckled twice, stuffed the wallet and envelope back into the chest of the plump middle-aged man, and just as he was about to send the body back to the next door

The body suddenly trembled, opened its eyes suddenly, covered its throat, and lay on the ground struggling in pain.

The plump middle-aged man groaned and twisted violently, his eyes wide open. Vodka and Gin watched coldly, just like watching a supporting actor die tragically in a stage play.

However.

After struggling for a while, the plump middle-aged man's body began to shrink, and his rough skin became delicate, as if reorganized. Under the gaze of Gin and Vodka, he turned into a middle school student.

"What's going on?!"

Vodka was dumbfounded and couldn't even speak clearly:

"He he he he turned into a child!"