Constantly moving backwards towards the crowd surging in the fourth car, Kazama finally broke into the fifth car, which was relatively empty as a dining car, but even if it was empty, the thick smoke was about to completely block people's vision. There were still a lot of people gathered near the entrance of the car, clamoring to squeeze into the fourth car to take refuge, but it was not easy to do so, because the corridor of the fourth car was also overcrowded, and it seemed that it was not easy to make some room for these people to move. If the purpose of the detective is to force the passengers into the front carriage, then someone must now stand up and direct the traffic in the carriage, otherwise if the first and second carriages are still empty, these people will not be able to squeeze in, and as time goes by, after the panic effect created by the fire dissipates, there is still a big difference between the smoke generated by the smoke bomb and the smoke produced by the real fire, if the source of the smoke is found to be not really on fire, The detective's plan is about to fail.

After a little consideration in his heart, Kazama still decided not to play this role for the time being, if he didn't know the plan of the great detective, if he acted rashly, it would be bad if it was self-defeating, or it was the key to find Vermouth's whereabouts according to the guidance of the parasite first, maybe he could get the next action arrangement from her, and even the great detective Edogawa himself was very likely to stay by Vermouth's side. Following the guidance of the parasite, Kazama groped his way through the smoke with visibility of only about a meter at most, and finally found Vermouth who was disguised as an ordinary woman next to an open window, the air here was relatively fresh, Kazama could see the other party's face clearly, and there was no trace of Conan beside her.

Approached Vermouth, "Did the detective make you do this?" Kazama asked straight to the point.

"Hmm." Softly answered, Vermouth still looking out the window.

"What about others?"

"I don't know." Vermouth shrugged his shoulders and finally came back to his senses and looked in Kazama's direction, "After the smoke bomb was turned on, he said that something else needed to be done, so he shouted that it was on fire and ran in the direction of the front of the car, many of whom he had taken to the front compartment. How? You didn't meet him? ”

"No, there was no trace of him in the first three carriages...... Kazama didn't expect Vermouth to give him such an answer, neither knowing Conan's whereabouts nor what kind of strategy he wanted to use. But I'm still curious, how did he see through your outfit? ”

"I'm curious what kind of weapon can hurt you like this." Instead of answering Kazama's question directly, Vermouth said something that seemed to be completely unwanted.

Kazama was a little confused when he heard Vermouth's words, and he didn't know what she was going to say, and he had to say that the average level of reasoning in this detective world was a bit too high, and it was a little difficult for Kazama to keep up with their train of thought.

Vermouth may have seen the confusion in Kazama's eyes, and explained to Kazama in detail, "Bourbon and I didn't dare to face Gin directly because we didn't have a weapon in our hands, and it was impossible to kill him directly with the power of the pistol alone, so I took the initiative to seek your help." I thought that the kid's plan to kill Gin was by your ability, but when you came to me out of the blue, I realized that Bourbon and I were wrong. Vermouth sighed softly, "There's your sniper on this mysterious train......"

Vermouth looked at Kazama, who was about to open his mouth to retort, "You don't need to explain anything, I can tell from the wound on your chest." With that, Vermouth walked over to Kazama's side, reached out and tugged at Kazama's arm, and his slender fingers gently swiped across Kazama's left arm, slashing lightly in a certain position, "You've been shot here." Looking at Kazama's slightly open mouth, Vermouth chuckled, "It's still my shot, right?" ”

"How did you ......?" Kazama couldn't suppress his doubts at all, he had always thought that he was very well hidden, but he never expected that Vermouth had already seen through him.

"That's why I say you're just a kid...... Do you remember that bank robbery? Once again, Vermouth brought up a seemingly unrelated incident.

Kazama nodded, "Of course I do." ”

"During that bank robbery, I fired two shots into the inside of the cash truck, the first shot was dodged by you, and the second shot was the trigger I pulled without aiming in my panic." Vermouth chuckled again for some reason, "At that time, you thought you were smart enough to leave a dead body in the car, the corpse had a bullet hole in its forehead, and there was only one bullet hole in the inside of the cash truck, which seems to correspond to the fact that I fired two shots, but have you thought about it, when you came to my apartment to look for me, I knew that the bullet hole on the corpse was fake, and you should have been shot." Of course, these details came to me later when I thought about it, and you said it to me at the time, but I didn't believe it at the time, even after you showed me how to heal my wounds quickly. ”

Kazama's face was full of surprise, he didn't expect that Vermouth, who he thought he knew very well, would have so many secrets hidden in his heart, was this a woman?

"You came to my apartment to look for me again after knowing that Tanabata day......," Vermouth continued to reminisce about Kazama, "Do you remember the time I asked you to change clothes in my room?" ”

Kazama nodded, "I thought it was just because you were going to teach me how to improve my body, but I didn't expect ......" Kazama laughed bitterly twice in self-deprecation.

"That's just one aspect of it, my real purpose is to see where you're hurting; How much of what you've said is true? So, I found that there were marks similar to knife wounds on your left arm, maybe you didn't pay attention to it yourself, probably because you didn't dare to go to a regular hospital to treat a gunshot wound, and the black clinic in private, whether it was the doctor's medical skills, or the environment and props of the operation, were not very formal, so there would definitely be some traces......"

"But what does that mean?"