"......", Nishimura choked on him, coughed twice before he struggled to find his way of thinking, and continued:

"In short, there is not enough evidence and clues to determine that he jumped out of the window and ran away - first go check the nearby box, maybe the murderer is secretly hiding nearby.

The first half of the sentence is, of course, for Mori Kogoro, and the second half of the sentence is to give orders to a group of subordinates he brought.

As the seven or eight officers split up and searched carefully, Conan was still dialing. While listening to the busy tone on the phone, he habitually followed the police and secretly listened to the information.

The focus of the inspection, of course, was the several rooms around the cap men's box.

The carriage was divided into two floors, and his box happened to be next to a flight of stairs leading to the second floor.

There is a staircase every two private rooms, and if you go up the staircase, you can see two rooms on the left and right at the end.

A group of people were woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on the door, and they opened the box door sleepily.

Most of them traveled to Hokkaido, so each person had different entertainment equipment in their bag.

Lady Izumo's bag is a shotgun. This was suspicious, but all witnesses said that the killer used a pistol when he killed someone.

Officer Nishimura glanced at the gun several times, but finally didn't say anything and went to the next room.

Upstairs for Mrs. Izumo, is the couple's follower, Kago Ritsuri.

This attendant doesn't have any hobbies himself, so what he carries is the fishing tackle that Keitaro Izumo uses.

Next door to him, the Mayor of Stone Hammer brought a golf club. The chubby passerby downstairs brought a bamboo sword, and the lady who wore sunglasses and a sunhat on a big night brought nothing.

In short, the search found neither anyone nor other pistols, and was a failure.

During this time, Bai Shu looked at an inconspicuous bag in the corner of a certain room, and thought to himself that if he walked over and kicked it now, and let the contents of the bag fly out, many things would be solved.

But of course he didn't act, because it seemed illogical to others, and second, he wanted to return to the tunnel in the name of searching—the soul he wanted was still floating in the tunnel.

So in the end, except for his brain, Bai Shu didn't move anything, and it was only a matter of time before he caught someone anyway.

Conan followed the search the whole time, silently taking all the information into his head, and even now, he didn't know what it was all for.

When he found the last room, when he looked up and saw the mysterious woman in a simple disguise, Conan dialed the movement, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump twice.

After a moment's hesitation, he put away his notepad and approached the woman, trying to find a chance to talk.

But before he really got over, a police officer suddenly panted roughly, carrying a cool breeze from the wild, and hurriedly rushed over:

"Officer...... No broken glass or evidence was found in the tunnels or tunnels. ”

"If you don't find it, you can't find it, what are you anxious about." Officer Nishimura gave him a strange look, and quickly looked away, thinking of a new focus.

At this time, the officer finally took a breath and added, "...... But we found a male corpse! ”

“…… Next time I report, give me the key points in advance! ”

Officer Nishimura shouted angrily, pulled out his legs and rushed out of the car.

……

The train stops at a few hundred meters from the mouth of the tunnel.

A group of people trotted over against the cool night breeze. After entering the tunnel, I walked nearly fifty meters inside, and finally saw the body in the middle of several police officers gathered together.

The emergency light next to it had been turned on, and a miserable white light fell on this not strange corpse.

It was a muscular man, face up, lying on his back. There were wisps of blood on his forehead and the corners of his mouth that had not yet coagulated, a pair of torn brown glasses hung diagonally on his face, and his short thick black hair and mustache were strangely crooked.

Judging from the dress, this is undoubtedly the man in the cap who shot and killed, although his cap has fallen somewhere.

Officer Nishimura only glanced at it, and then sighed at the corpse: "I'll just say, jumping out of a window in a train at that speed is basically a death." ”

This is quite convenient, the murderer does not need to be wanted, there is no need to arrest, and he directly hit his head and died at the scene of the crime.

But......

He looked at the corpse's hair, and the more he looked at it, the more awkward he felt:

This person's hair is not symmetrical, probably not permed well, the right side is a little more swollen than the left, and it looks very uncomfortable.

After a moment's hesitation, Officer Nishimura still couldn't resist his instinct.

He stretched out his gloved hand, pretended to grab a few strands of the corpse's hair at random, and pulled it out—even though he knew that the permed hair couldn't be straightened so easily, but after trying it once, he would always feel a little more comfortable.

Unexpectedly, with a slight friction sound, the corpse's entire hair was dragged away by him, and a round and shiny head was exposed to everyone's eyes.

"......", Nishimura blankly carried a wig, and it took several seconds before he came back to his senses, "He made a disguise!" ”

"It's you, we didn't even find out!" , With this beginning, the police officer next to him did the same, pinched the slightly crooked mustache on the corpse's lips and pulled it, and sure enough, it was successfully revealed.

After taking off the obstructive glasses on the corpse's face, a name instantly appeared in their hearts in front of this smooth and unobstructed face:

"Asama Yasuji!"

Conan, who was blocked out of the crowd because of his slow running, heard that something was wrong and wanted to tiptoe to see. But this is obviously useless, unless he steps on stilts, no matter how he tiptoes, that is, the difference between looking at the thighs and looking at the waist.

Bai Shu stroked the soul he had just caught in his hand, and he was in a good mood and made a live broadcast for him:

"The deceased is the same robber who robbed the jewelry store a while ago and returned in vain. Judging by the shape of the wig and glasses, he is the murderer who shot Mr. Izumo just now. ”

There aren't many cars on this track, but they can't occupy this lane for too long.

After finding the body and restoring in his mind the process of "the murderer fled after killing the victim and was tragically thrown to his death", Officer Nishimura decided to vacate the place:

"Although there is no way to make the murderer confess, at least I know his identity, go back to the train first, and let the bus go."

……

"The murderer is definitely not Asama Yasuharu, and even if he was, he would never take the initiative to commit suicide by jumping out of the car - the case designed by my father, even if it is an unpublished draft, cannot be so simple and brainless." , Conan began to babble again.

Bai Shu was almost sleepy by his chatter, and yawned, "Where's the evidence?" ”

"No ......," Conan wilted back at the mention of this, "I haven't even figured out what the real murderer used to do so." ”