Chapter 311

How could it possibly be true?

Summoning heavenly lightning and mountain fires, emitting fireballs like the sun, riding a huge unknown creature, triggering tornadoes, stopping and cutting through a Ferris wheel hundreds of meters tall, smashing a helicopter with his bare hands...

Is this still a human?

This must be a deity.

Suddenly seeing the recent reports about the Schindler company's press conference, Sera Masumi's eyes lit up.

So that's it.

Akaso Kaze must have obtained the newly developed virtual reality technology, which is why he created so many illusions to make people worship him.

Thinking about everything she saw today, it really is hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

But an illusion is an illusion after all; as long as her will is firm, she will definitely be able to break free from it.

Sera Masumi suddenly thought of the mermaid she saw that day and couldn't help but sneer.

"Hmph, you must have deliberately created the illusion of Haibara Ai growing up, and even created a mermaid; your goal must be to test me."

"Luckily I was clever and didn't get scared into running away on the spot; if I had really done that, wouldn't I have been confessing without being asked?"

"Heh, Akaso Kaze, I will definitely expose your true colors!"

A determined expression appeared on Sera Masumi's small face.

"What? Take you as an apprentice?!"

At Poirot Cafe, Mouri Kogoro asked in surprise.

"Yes," Amuro Tooru, wearing a waiter's uniform, smiled earnestly.

"After hearing your deduction a few days ago, Mr. Mouri, I felt that I was too immature, so I want to start from zero. If I could work by your side, Mr. Mouri, and accompany you to solve cases, how wonderful would that be?"

"But I have no intention of taking on an apprentice," Mouri Kogoro hesitated for a moment.

Amuro Tooru is a waiter under Akaso Kaze, yet he wants to apprentice under him.

Although this makes him seem more capable and attractive than Akaso Kaze, having an extra apprentice seems like it might be a nuisance.

Besides, he doesn't know what to teach, since he doesn't remember most of the cases afterward.

"As tuition," Amuro Tooru leaned close to Mouri Kogoro's ear and said, "I plan to pay this much for every case; what do you think?"

"Good!" Mouri Kogoro's face was filled with smiles, and he readily agreed, "Call me Master from now on! Amuro!"

"Yes! Master Mouri!"

Conan was silently watching the drama from the side, and as he watched Amuro Tooru quickly enter the state of being an apprentice, he secretly complained in his heart.

If you're going to follow Uncle Mouri, you'd be better off apprenticing under me...

But why does it feel like the people around me have suddenly increased?

First, a high school girl detective who looks like a boy came to Akaso Kaze's place, then Mom rented out a room to a top student from Touto University named Okiya Subaru, and now there's a cafe waiter apprenticing under Uncle Mouri.

No matter how I think about it, this feels wrong.

Could it be that these guys all have ulterior motives?

Are they coming for me, or are they coming for the Onmyoji?

Conan fell into deep thought.

"Akaso-san, Akai Akai Shuichi seems to have misunderstood your relationship with the Miyano sisters, and thinks Haibara Ai is the daughter of Miyano Akemi and you."

Jodie giggled non-stop while lying on Akaso Kaze.

This fact is truly too interesting.

Akaso Kaze curled his lip.

This is fine too; letting Akai Akai Shuichi give up on this idea completely will allow him to focus on dealing with the Black Organization, which makes the magic I used to help him escape worthwhile.

"By the way, I have already arranged some simple investigative intelligence work for Hondou Eisuke as you instructed; logically, he should be under the witness protection program," Jodie said.

Akaso Kaze shook his head, "Hondou Eisuke is a child with strong self-esteem; he certainly wouldn't want to be protected. Giving him something to do is actually a better way to protect him."

Jodie hesitated for a moment and said: "By the way, there is one more strange thing; Kir said that Gin recently organized a major operation, but didn't let her participate. You should still be careful recently."

Akaso Kaze smiled slightly and put his arm around Jodie's back.

He said with powerful confidence: "They are the ones who should be careful."

Jodie couldn't help but frown, showing a sad expression.

"Yes, my Onmyoji lord, you are the most powerful..."

At the Black Organization's hideout, Vermouth sat on the sofa, lifting her long legs as she looked at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Gin, this plan is very meticulous. If it really succeeds, we can eliminate Ran and Sherry, two people who are very important to Akaso Kaze. It seems you really hate that Onmyoji to the bone."

Gin sat opposite her, wearing a cold, sinister smile as he said, "I haven't heard you mention Sherry's name in so long, I was almost worried you had developed a kind heart for her."

"What silly things are you saying? Who do you think I am?" Vermouth replied with a smile.

Gin was noncommittal and said coldly:

"Sherry... as long as we can prevent her from getting off the train halfway, she is a prison that can run. We only need to exert a sense of terror on her like hunting a deer, and she will obediently reveal her identity and stand before our muzzles of her own accord."

Vermouth picked up her wine glass and took a sip, "However, are you really ready to go against Akaso Kaze?"

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered his head.

A deep hatred appeared on his face.

"As for me, I've been ready for a long time..."

At Tokyo Station, on the day the Bell Tree Express train was running.

Professor Agasa and a group of children arrived at the station early.

They saw a modern version of a steam train for the first time; its appearance was very similar to that virtual game about Sherlock Holmes, and it made a "woo-woo-woo" sound.

"Awesome!" Genta and the others said happily, "It feels like we've traveled through time!"

"It just looks like a steam train on the outside," Haibara said, pouring cold water on them from the side, "but the inside is the most advanced diesel locomotive."

In the distance, a group of people were making a big fuss while carrying something valuable onto the train.

Conan said in surprise, "Is that old man Suzuki Jirokichi going to challenge Kid again?"

"Yeah," Mouri Kogoro said helplessly, "The Mystery Train, which usually only runs once a year, was forced to have an extra run by him next month. He said he wants to display a gem in the first-class carriage; it's already been made public in the newspapers."

"For me, I'm actually more interested in the deduction puzzle game that takes place on the train every time, rather than that thief. After all, we are detectives, right, Conan-kun?"

Sera Masumi appeared from out of nowhere, lowered her head to give Conan a smile, and the canine tooth at the corner of her mouth was exceptionally eye-catching.

She looked up and scanned the surroundings, frowning imperceptibly.

How strange. Why didn't that Onmyoji come?

Logically, he should be very fond of Haibara Ai; how could he let her come out like this by herself?

Carriage 8 of the Mystery Train was the first-class carriage. A conductor in uniform was already waiting at the entrance, greeting a male passenger with glasses: "Isn't this Mr. Andou? Let me help you with your luggage."

"No need, this is an item the client entrusted to my care; it's very heavy."

The man with glasses had a high hairline, wore his hair in a side part, and had a small mustache under his long nose; he was carrying a heavy black art case himself.

"However, only the pure gold frame is heavy; the painting itself is a fake. I've already appraised it and am planning to take it back to the client in Nagoya."

"Ah?" The conductor was stunned, "This is a mystery train that doesn't know where it's heading; how can you be sure it's going to Nagoya?"

"Hey, hey, Mr. Conductor, how many years have you been dealing with us? What's so strange about that?"

A man with a thick mustache and a fashionable woman wearing a sun hat came over with a smile.

"Isn't it easy to find out which train changed its schedule today just by investigating?"

"Y-yes," the conductor said awkwardly, "You all are truly worthy of being master detectives; impressive."

Although the train hadn't departed yet, the locomotive was already emitting white smoke, and the platform was full of steam. Mitsuhiko and the others hurriedly seized the time to run over and take pictures.

"Hey, what exactly is going on?!"

A fat man in a suit angrily approached the conductor of Carriage 8, "I clearly booked a first-class room in Carriage 8 as usual; why did it change to Carriage 7?"