"Out through the window?" Clown recalled the size of the train windows and began to suspect that this Detective's fame had been artificially boosted by brainless fans—just like those fellow Magicians who were mediocre at their craft yet had gained immense popularity solely thanks to their handsome faces.
His gaze toward Jiang Xia grew resentful. "Are you saying that during that one minute when the door was closed, the killer climbed into the carriage through the window, then climbed back out carrying the corpse? Hah, why not start the train now and demonstrate how to carry a corpse through that narrow window on a high-speed train?"
"Carry a corpse through the window?" Conan snorted. "For a Magician, Mister, you really lack imagination. No wonder, at your age, you can only make a living off someone else's Magic Notebook."
"??" Clown had not expected to be talked back to by a first-grade brat. "You...!"
Jiang Xia said, "Conan is right. In this regard, you should learn more from that 'Hell Puppeteer.' For example, he knew that there was no need to get the whole corpse through the carriage window—only the corpse's head had to pass through it."
As he spoke, he suddenly took a palm-sized puppet from his pocket. "Like this."
Hashimoto Maya, who was standing close to him, jolted. "?!" Why are you still carrying that thing?! Puppets are That Lord's symbol. It's terribly unlucky—throw it away already!
Not only had Jiang Xia brought it with him, he had also modified the little puppet.
The puppet now wore a black Top Hat and a black Trench Coat, dressed exactly like the deceased Magic Troupe leader.
But on closer inspection, its body looked very strange—soft and limp. When a gust of wind blew past, its limbs actually swayed with the breeze.