The Pitch Black Express Chapter 257 The Pitch Black Express Train (One Hundred and Eight)

"You...... What did you do again? Bourbon gritted his teeth and forced the uncomfortable feeling in his heart to squeeze the words out between his teeth.

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of finding the answer to your own question." Kazama didn't mention the power of soul searching to him, no amount of talk was as important as the actual effect, just show him the results. For Bourbon, Kazama's heart can be said to have no ill feelings, although he had the act of capturing Gray Plains in the past, but at that time he advocated keeping Gray Plains alive, which even Vermouth couldn't compare, and didn't he succeed in the end? And Bourbon must be an important plot figure, and it has been decided from the moment he was given the status of a member of the organization, but Kazama didn't expect that his identity might not be so simple, maybe he would be an organization spy like Kir Mizuno Na. Therefore, Kazama did not use that kind of too tough soul search method, but chose a more gentle method, trying not to cause any damage to Bourbon's brain and spirit, and used Chakra to slowly scan and comb the memory fragments in his mind, copy them one by one and then transfer them back to Kazama's brain, this gentle way will hardly cause any damage to Bourbon's brain, but the relative speed of soul search will be much slower, However, all Kazama wants to know are some secrets that can threaten him, and it won't take too much time to think about it.

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With Kazama's help, the detective who climbed on the roof of the car had already seen the arrogant figure, a tall and straight back to be exact, with long silver hair fluttering with the wind blowing at high speed on the roof of the car, and a trace of smoke kept drifting around his head, so clear that it was almost inaudible, and it was such a simple back that had brought endless pressure to Conan, just because his name was Gin.

"You're back?" Maybe he was really fearless, or maybe he was fearless because he was holding the gray plain in his hand, and Gin, who was standing not far in front of Conan, didn't look back, not wanting to look at Conan at all. Gin didn't stand on the front of the car and wait for Kazama as Conan and Shuichi calculated, judging by the current position, Gin should be standing on the roof of the third car, although I don't know what happened, but Conan can roughly guess one or two, probably because the grenade was detonated, so the man was aware of his plan, so he chose to stand on the side with the bomb, and fought for his own life through the ash in his hand, which can be said to be a real death and rebirth. "During the period of time you went back, it seemed that the train was very uneven, and I thought you had given up on this woman."

"Hello, Gin......" Conan didn't choose any special tone or words, as soon as he opened his mouth, he greeted two good friends like two good friends who hadn't seen him for many years, but this simple word seemed very harsh to others, and this other person was not just Gin, but also Gray Yuan who was still pretending to be dizzy in his arms.

Gin quickly turned around and looked in the direction of Detective Edogawa, this person's voice was completely different from the little ghost just now, of course he could know that someone else had come to negotiate with him, and Ashbara, who stayed in Gin's arms, quietly opened a small slit in his eyes when Gin rotated, and quietly peeked at Conan from between his narrow eyelashes, "Detective, you are still here after all...... 'From the time she was caught by Gin, Ashbara had thought of this scene in his heart, Even if she asked in person, Conan would definitely not give up on rescuing her, the scene in front of her seemed familiar and unfamiliar, of course, Gray Yuan was both expecting and afraid of this scene.

"Who are you, little ghost?" Gin still squeezed out these words in his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth, although he had a somewhat unclear impression of the young man in the blue suit in front of him, he didn't know Conan's identity and details at all, and even his name was completely unclear.

"I heard that you've been looking for me all along, so I came up to meet you in person." As Conan spoke, he looked at Ashbara, who was still faint in Gin's arms.

"You? You're the detective next to Sherry? Gin's tone was suspicious and contemptuous, and then he thought about it, this Sherry in front of him had somehow shrunk his body, could it be that this detective had used the same method to become this schoolboy?

"This is really 'husband and wife'......" Gin reversed the calm appearance just now, and the cigarette butt that he didn't smoke twice with his arm was thrown out with a trace of fire, and his arm quickly stretched out into his arms, and he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Conan not far in front of him, and he shot without saying a word. What is your name? ”

"My name is Edogawa......" smiled lightly, there is no point in hiding anything about the matter now, this incident has reached the point where either you die or I live, there is no need to continue to hide. With his left hand, he tugged at the leg of the glasses and flicked them diagonally down, and the tracking glasses were already pulled off, and the tracking glasses that Dr. Asa gave him were properly put into his pocket, and once the hidden glasses were removed, he was going to resume his superhuman identity to save the world. Taking off the shackles of his glasses, the sharpness that belonged to the high school detective began to rise sharply, and a pair of confident eyes looked directly at Gin who was much taller than himself in front of him, "Gin, we have actually met several times......"

"Yes, you're the boy who lives in Kogoro Maori's house, if it weren't for Shuichi Akai suddenly appearing that time, you and that confused detective would have died at my hands." Gin finally remembered where he had seen Conan, "It seems that the bugs on Kir's shoes were indeed installed by you, but I didn't expect that Maori Kogoro to be from the FBI." ”

"It's really a coincidence, the bugging device on Shui Wulianna's shoes is just for investigating the unexpected sound of the doorbell in her house, but I didn't expect that I heard information about you, which made me, the person who was killed by you once, surprised and delighted." Conan's words seemed very embarrassed, sure enough, there is no coincidence in this world at all, all encounters are actually predestined, even if there is no bugging device installed on Kir's shoes, he must have a chance to cut into the side of the organization and expose the evidence of their crimes, this is his mission as a detective.

"Oh? Killed by me once? Who are you? Gin was curious about what Conan had said, and that the person he had killed could be standing alive in front of him.

"My name is Shinichi Kudo, and I'm a detective......" The detective finally told his true identity for the first time.

"Shinichi Kudo......?" Gin repeated the name in a low voice, not that he had completely forgotten their names like the other people he had killed, and Gin did have some impressions of this name in addition to being known in the media. Kudo Shinichi is one of the few people who can't be sure of the death after he did it himself, and it's normal for him to have an impression of this person, of course, the reason why he really remembered it was because Vodka had mentioned it to him, but at that time, Vermouth seemed to be deliberately interrupting him and shifting the topic.

In an instant, Gin had already figured everything out, "Sure enough, that woman in Vermouth has already betrayed me, she probably already knows your identity, and she is still covering for you, and she ......" As he spoke, Gin looked down at Gray Yuan, "It's the problem with the medicine, the poison I once fed you was developed by Sherry, and it's the thing that wants to turn you into children, sure enough, these unreliable things can't compare to the gun in my hand." As he spoke, Gin's fingers had already pulled the safety of the gun in his hand, and his dangerous gaze was fixed on the Great Detective, the target he had missed.