“I found one!”
A voice suddenly exclaimed from within the train carriage.
A middle-aged man was seen holding a box with a clown logo.
It instantly attracted the attention of those around him.
However, upon opening it, a clown doll popped out.
“This isn't the bomb!”
The middle-aged man said with a hint of disappointment on his face.
He threw the box with the clown logo onto the ground.
“Don't throw away the boxes, collect them and count them.”
Fortunately, Kogoro Mouri stepped forward at this moment.
Having been a detective in the past, Kogoro Mouri displayed unprecedented composure under the threat of death.
Even Ran Mouri and Conan found Kogoro Mouri somewhat unfamiliar.
But neither of them thought much of it.
Finding the bomb was still the priority.
“There's a clown box here.”
“Here’s one too!”
.
Soon, one by one, clown boxes were found, accompanied by voices announcing their discovery.
But upon opening them, none held the bombs they were searching for.
“How did this clown manage to place these boxes among all the luggage?”
“There are one or two clown boxes in almost every carriage.”
“The most crucial point is that no one noticed.”
“You know, normal luggage is always carried with you.”
Conan pondered while searching.
Then, he thought that the clown could be a staff member, which would explain how they could place the clown boxes without anyone noticing.
And if they were a staff member, it would also explain the recording and the way people were knocked out.
Fortunately, Conan also knew that this wasn't the time to find the clown.
The time of the bomb explosion was fast approaching.
And it wasn't just one bomb.
He knew there was another bomb, and there was something wrong with it.
As time passed, ninety-eight clown boxes were found.
But none of them contained the bomb.
“Only ten minutes left!!"
“Where are the other two clown boxes?”
“One of the boxes must have the bomb.”
“Hurry up and find them!”
.....
The people on the train were no longer as calm as before.
Because the remaining time was truly not much.
Some even recalled what the clown had said about the countdown to death.
No doubt, they had now entered the countdown.
If they didn’t find it, they would have to rely on their own luck.
It was clear that everyone was getting anxious.
Sadly, no matter how hard they searched, the last two clown boxes remained elusive.
Time slipped away, second by second.
Everyone on the train was plunged back into despair.
“I found a clown box!!”
Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise.
The sound drew everyone to their location.
“Hurry, open it!”
“Is the bomb inside?”
People called out, their hopes pinned on this box.
But unfortunately, hope often breeds greater disappointment.
When the box was opened, it revealed the same clown doll.
“What are we going to do, only three minutes left.”
“We're out of time!”
“We can only hope we’re lucky.”
....
The shadow of death now enveloped everyone on the train.
Some even suspected that the being called “Clown” never intended to spare them.
“Damn it, it’s too late!”
Conan was also extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Meanwhile, Dao Yuan Shun, watching through the perspective of the 蛊虫 (gu chong), remained calm as he observed the unfolding events.
If he was going to harvest the souls of the despairing, the final bomb would detonate.
Besides, Dao Yuan Shun had not been playing a game with the passengers on the train.
Because one of the clown boxes was on the top of the train.
This was something many would not have expected.
However, the power of one bomb would not be enough to kill everyone on the train.
It was only a matter of who would be unlucky enough to be nearby.
As for the Mouri family and Conan, Dao Yuan Shun didn’t believe they would be in danger.
The reason was simple.
With Ran Mouri's incredible good fortune, there was no way anything would happen to her.
And Dao Yuan Shun also noticed something interesting.
Conan had not found the bomb that the imposter had traded for.
This meant the train would experience two explosions.
As Dao Yuan Shun observed, time neared the 3:10 mark.
Everyone on the train had fallen into utter despair, even the Mouri family.
Kogoro Mouri made his daughter and the other children lie down.
In the end, he used his body to shield them.
Their fate was now in the hands of destiny.
“Boom!!”
A violent explosion echoed, and the train, which was still in motion, careened like a wild beast off its tracks.
It then slammed into the ground beside the track.
But before long, a second explosion rang out.
This time, the train shattered into three pieces, each hurtling in a different direction.
A few police helicopters from the Metropolitan Police Department had just arrived and witnessed the scene.
“It's over!”
Officer Megure said, his eyes vacant.
ps: Please give me some data, multi-female lead (but with rationality, not brainless)!