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Chapter 912 910. Don¡¯t worry

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    Gin¡¯s figure walked all the way to the restaurant. As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

    There is no other reason. It is because this dress is too alternative and mysterious, especially the long silver hair, which is really eye-catching.

    In the restaurant, seeing Gin suddenly appear, Ping Ming Kashou, who was eating dessert, paused suddenly, and the cake he had just scooped up fell on the table.

    Gin?

    Shouldn¡¯t he be in Nagoya at this time?  Why here?

    Or is it that the plan has changed temporarily?

    Ginjiu didn¡¯t trust her, so she came by herself?

    Thinking about it, Ping Jia frowned and lost interest in delicious desserts.

    She put the knife and fork aside, leaned her back on the chair, and looked at Gin expressionlessly.

    Gin who came over naturally saw her, as well as Mouri Kogoro opposite her.

    He glanced at her expressionlessly, then walked straight past her.

    Seeing a guy covered in pitch black walking by, Mouri Kogoro raised his head.

    Looking at the man's back, he narrowed his eyes slightly, then lowered his head and continued eating indifferently.

    The train slowly entered the tunnel, the sunlight coming from the windows disappeared, and only the lights in the train provided light for the restaurant.

    Hirashika wiped his mouth from the napkin and said to Kogoro Mori: "I'm full, Mr. Mori, I'll leave first."

    After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked towards the place where Gin left.

    The restaurant is located in the middle section of the train, in the fourth carriage.

    And her box is located in the No. 3 carriage in front.

    This box is far away from the luxury box at the back, but there is nothing we can do about it. There is no shortage of rich people in Tokyo, and all the good boxes have been booked.

    The people in front seemed to be waiting for him, and Hiroshiga quickly caught up with Gin.

    The aisle of the carriage was dark, and Gin was hidden in the shadows in black clothes. If it weren't for his silver hair, he would have been ignored.

    Without saying anything, Pingshijia opened the door of his private room, and Ginjiu walked in naturally.

    Closing the door to block out the sounds from the outside world, Pingshijia took off his disguise.

    She crossed her arms across her chest and looked at the person opposite with displeasure, "Why are you here?"

    The person opposite was wearing a large black windbreaker and a gray scarf tied around his neck.

    Hearing this, he sneered and asked, "Why can't I be here?"

    ¡°If you don¡¯t trust me, just say it straight away, there¡¯s no need to beat around the bush.¡±

    Pingshijia's attitude is quite arrogant. When he has nothing wrong with him, he is not afraid of Gin at all.

    Gin raised his chin slightly, and his eyes covered by hair were slowly revealed. There was a hint of cruelty in those ruthless eyes.

    "It's enough to do your own thing well, my affairs have nothing to do with you."

    After saying that, he left the box directly.

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    In Room A of Car No. 7.

    Haiyuan took off his shoes and curled up on the sofa in silence.

    Beside her, Osamu Hoshino was fiddling with the tablet in his hand. On the cross-section of the train, all the characters in the train compartment were clearly marked.

    Whether it¡¯s Custer or Subaru Okiya, the private room they are in is clearly marked on the tablet.

    This train did not use the real-name ticket purchase system, so he could not know from the train system who were the passengers on the train.

    But these don¡¯t hinder anything, they just require more effort.

    Hoshino Xiu glanced at Haiyuan next to him, and seeing that she was very uneasy, he gave a very rare word of comfort.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, everything is under plan.¡±

    Hearing this, Huiyuan raised his head to look at him.

    She met Shu Hoshino through Shun Kamikawa, but she was not very familiar with him. They only communicated a little while Noah was preparing gifts.

    Judging from her brief exchange, this boy is a relatively introverted boy with few emotions and doesn't like to talk much.

    Despite this, his computer skills are quite powerful and his execution ability is quite strong.  He is the most powerful person she has met so far.

    "Including the appearance of gin?"

    "Yeah." Hoshino Osamu nodded without explaining much.

    Haiyuan really wanted to ask something more, but Hoshino Osamu obviously had no intention of saying any more.

    Although Kamikawa Shun and Hoshino Osamu both told her not to worry, but it was obviously impossible for her to feel at ease.

    She clenched the pill box in her pocket, this was her last resort.

    Probably seeing her insecurity, Hoshino put down the tablet and turned to look at her:

    "You really don't have to worry. In addition to plan A, we have also prepared plan b, plan c, and plan d I have considered all aspects. Even if an accident occurs, I can quickly  Add plan e, plan f"

    For Zero¡¯s safety, they have prepared quite a few back-ups.

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    As expected, something big happened in Car No. 8, and everyone who rushed over was silent in front of the car door.

    In box B, the obese man was sitting on the sofa, holding a gun in his hand and looking up as if he was asleep.  There was a gunshot wound on the temple of his head, with blood flowing from it.

    ¡°The door of carriage B was locked by a safety lock from the inside, and could only open a gap of about ten centimeters.

    At first glance, everyone thought it was some kind of prank, but the smell of gunpowder smoke from the box shattered everyone's naive thoughts.

    "Give way." Kamikawa Shun put on his gloves and walked to the door. Seeing that he was about to break the door open, everyone took a few steps back.

    Shangchuan instantly grasped the edge of the door and pushed it outward with force. The chain of the safety buckle broke with a sound.

    As soon as the door was opened, Conan and Sera Masumi walked into the room first.

    Sera Masumi probed the aorta in the deceased's neck, and found that the pulse had completely stopped beating and there was no sound.

    Conan looked at the pistol in the deceased's hand and the disconnected safety buckle chain.

    This box was closed before they arrived, and there was no one else in the box except the deceased.

    This is obviously a secret room murder case.

    The train slowly pulled out of the tunnel, and the compartment was completely bright again.

    "Call the police, this is a secret room murder case." Conan said quietly, and Xiaolan immediately took out her mobile phone to call the police.

    "The door was closed when we came in, shouldn't it be suicide?" Yuanzi wondered.

    The deceased had a gun in his hand, and the fatal wound was on his temple. This is considered suicide.

    ¡°There are no burn marks around the gunshot wound on the temple, which is evidence that the murderer fired from a long distance.¡±

    Seriang had already made a preliminary inspection of the deceased¡¯s wounds, and she continued:

    "If it was suicide, the muzzle of the gun would have been pressed against the head, causing scorch marks."

    "Is it possible that he took the gun far away?" Yuanzi glanced at the hideous wound and felt very disgusted, and did not dare to look at it again.

    "The pistol is equipped with a silencer, so it can't be taken very far. Moreover, there is a bullet hole on the sofa opposite, which was most likely made by the deceased with a gun" (Remember the website address:  www.hlnovel.com
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