The more Conan looked, the more suspicious he became: the Ski Bags those two passengers carried looked a little strange, didn't they? Could it be...
Before he could reach that terrifying conclusion, there was a rustle as one of the passengers reached into his Ski Bag and pulled out a handgun.
"Don't move!" The criminal disguised as a passenger turned around, pointing his gun at the other passengers with a cold smile. "This bus has been hijacked. Anyone who dares make a fuss will be sent straight to heaven!"
The Detective Boys: "?!"
Akai Shuichi: "..."
Irish: "..."
Jodie: "..." For some reason, the weight on her heart seemed to have finally lifted—this feeling of being chased by cases wherever she went was truly nostalgic.
Vermouth: "..." Just as I thought...
Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, thinking entirely different things, yet they all shared the same feeling: Just as expected.
Compared with these people, who constantly ran into unexpected incidents, the other passengers on the bus were clearly far less adaptable.
A group of people looked up blankly, not quite understanding what was happening. "What?"
"What's going on?"
"Is this some kind of filming, or..."
"Shut up!" The criminal had clearly planned this bus hijacking well in advance. Seeing the passengers growing increasingly restless, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger hard.
With a thunderous bang, the explosion of gunpowder instantly silenced everyone. The passengers froze in unison, sitting rigidly in their seats, afraid that the next shot would be aimed at them.
The criminal swept his gaze roughly across the crowd, then lowered the gun he had pointed at the ceiling in satisfaction. *Hmph, these people who've been soaking in peace will probably piss themselves at the sound of a gunshot. I'd really like