Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In dining car A, two middle-aged men leaned against the bar and chatted. The middle-aged uncle with a high hairline drank porridge and seemed not too interested in the fashionable man in a suit next to him.

The man in the suit is Junichi Nakagawa, a surgeon, about 40 years old, wearing a gray suit, he should be a very elegant and successful person, but now he is drinking coffee without a sip, his face is full of melancholy: "I can't Think about it again? I think the conditions are pretty good..."

"You're such a pest, doctor," the uncle said indifferently, "it's either the employer or not."

"That kind of photo... if my wife sees it..."

"It's your fault."

"Director," Nakagawa paused and said with a headache, "How much are you going to sell those photos to my wife? I'll pay you double."

"You have no money at all," said the uncle, chewing on an egg. "I've seen a lot of people like you who rely on their wives to make their fortunes."

"Then what should I do?"

"Go sell yourself...or you will have to divorce your wife."

"How can this work?" Zhong Chuan glanced at the uncle who was eating, and lit a cigarette sadly, "If my wife gets the photo, not only will she get divorced, but she won't be able to stay and work in the hospital..."

"Wouldn't it be possible to be with that young girl well?" the uncle wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"It is indeed possible, but her father does not have his own hospital," Zhong Chuan smiled bitterly, and begged, "Please..."

"No, this industry, if customers know about it, it will be over." The uncle left his seat and said, "Don't look for me again, there are many things that will annoy you in the future, come on."

Zhong Chuan frowned, silently watching the uncle walk out of the dining car A.

In dining car B, Gao Cheng stood hesitantly by the counter.

Although the waiters in the dining car are very beautiful, the things are really expensive. A few oranges cost 600 yen, and the bento is much more expensive than the ones at the station.

"Well, can't it be cheaper?"

"Feel sorry."

The beautiful waiter was wearing a pink dress, a white apron, and a white round cap on her head. Looking at Gao Cheng who had been dawdling for more than ten minutes, she was smiling and serving with big hair.

"Sir, the bento here is priced."

"Can't it be cheap?"

"Really not." Several dining car waiters felt that they were going crazy.

"What a headache," Gao Cheng picked up a bento, "This kind of bento doesn't look very tasty, so there are no other types?"

Zhong Chuan walked into dining car B, looked at Gao Cheng, who had been overwhelmed by the two waiters, and squeezed forward to pick out a bag of oranges.

"Welcome," the beautiful waiter breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted, "The total is 600 yuan."

Zhong Chuan took out the bank card from his wallet: "I will swipe the card."

"OK."

"That," Gao Cheng glanced at Zhong Chuan, and continued, "Bring me the most expensive bento..."

"Sir," the waiter said helplessly, "the bento prices here are all the same."

"Really?" Gao Cheng bit his finger, "Then a bento, a bag of oranges... I'll swipe the card too."

Zhong Chuan looked at Gao Cheng inexplicably, after paying the bill, put away his wallet, and hurriedly walked around Gao Cheng to leave the dining car.

...

In the No. 8 special car, most of the passengers started to sleep. Zhong Chuan walked nervously across the aisle, pretending to be nonchalant, walked to the front row and sat down. The middle-aged man happened to be by the window next to him, and he was sleeping soundly on the back of the chair.

He looked around, put down the orange, raised his elbow and bumped the uncle hard. After making sure that the uncle would not wake up, he hurriedly searched in the pocket of the uncle's coat.

"Excuse me, what time can I arrive at the station?" A female passenger behind No. 8 car stopped the passing flight attendant.

"Arrive at 21:34, three minutes later than the scheduled time..." The flight attendant responded.

Hearing the flight attendant's voice, Zhong Chuan paused, looked back, quickly took an orange and peeled it off, put down the pedals like a normal passenger, and leaned back the chair to relax.

"Hmph!" A man with a scarred face in the back seat was woken up, kicked the back of the seat in dissatisfaction, and glared fiercely at Zhong Chuan.

Nakagawa swallowed, carefully put the back of the chair back to its original position, and continued to pretend to eat oranges, and waited until the flight attendant passed by before putting down the oranges and rummaging through the uncle's pocket again.

The man with the scar in the back seat and most of the passengers were sleeping, and no one paid attention to the movement in the corner. However, Zhong Chuan was still anxiously searching for things while keeping an eye on his surroundings. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged uncle sewed the film on his coat The inside of the clothes can't be taken out at all.

The carriage was unusually quiet. Nakagawa took off his uncle's jacket nervously, squatted down hastily, took out the syringe and medicine bottle prepared in advance, and found the uncle's right leg and ankle to inject the medicine.

After finishing everything, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things and was about to leave, but found that an aunt who stood up to pick up the luggage behind him was looking at him motionless.

...

In the special car No. 7, Gao Cheng was eating a bento box with a pained face.

And Xiaoai's bento is almost the difference between heaven and hell, and the price is almost double the normal price, even if you have money, you shouldn't waste it like this...

These people are serious, why are there so many beautiful girls in the dining car? As a result, it seems that if you don't buy it, you will lose face.

Zhongchuan clutched his coat and sat down across the aisle from Gao Cheng anxiously. His hands were still trembling. He wanted to find scissors to cut open the pocket of the coat, but he had to withdraw his hand when he noticed Gao Cheng.

"Hello," Gao Cheng nodded at Zhongchuan and smiled, "We met at the dining car before, but I didn't expect you to be sitting here..."

"I sat in the dining car A for a while," Nakagawa squeezed out a smile, glanced at Gao Cheng's bento and oranges, opened his mouth, and said hesitantly, "This seat seemed to be vacant before..."

"Oh." Gao Cheng took a mouthful of rice, "There are fewer people here, don't you mind? Don't get me wrong, I bought a special ticket."

"I don't mind." Zhong Chuan's face was indescribably ugly, and he wanted to go to the bathroom with his coat.

"That," Gao Cheng stood up suddenly, and pointed to the bento box that Zhongchuan put in the net pocket on the back of the chair, "It seems that this kind of bento box is not sold on the bento cart, and it is quite famous."

Nakagawa tensed his body and hid his coat aside: "I bought it at the newsstand at the station, and I've finished eating it..."

"Should be cheaper than the car?"

"Uh……"

"I'll just say it," Gao Cheng sat down behind Zhong Chuan angrily, "I would have bought a copy at the station if I knew it."

Zhong Chuan was worried, and he could only agree with him with a dry smile: "Yes."

At this time, the door of the carriage opened, and a flight attendant came from the No. 8 carriage, and kept asking both sides: "Excuse me, is there any doctor among the passengers?"

The flight attendant passed by the aisle, Nakagawa's face changed slightly, he picked up a magazine and flipped through it silently.

"That," Gao Cheng saw that no one responded, and hurriedly stopped the anxious flight attendant, "Did something happen?"

The flight attendant said pleasantly, "Are you a doctor?"

"You can tell by my age," Gao Cheng glanced at Zhong Chuan, "But if it doesn't work, I can take a look."

"I can only find a doctor." The flight attendant shook his head in disappointment, and continued to the next compartment, "Is there anyone who is a doctor?"

Gao Cheng sat back helplessly, but his face became weird the next moment.

After such a long time, the system finally moved again.

In terms of incidents, the system has never made a mistake, and it seems that it has a lot to do with the strangeness of the flight attendants just now...

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