TL: Yet Another disgusting chapter... uuuu TwT.....
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It is well known that there is a difference between a sink drain and a toilet drain.
Initially, when Gin first released, the sink drain could barely cope, emitting a muffled gurgling sound.
But soon, the sound became sluggish, and the sink drain, overwhelmed, became completely clogged.
It was like an elementary school math problem where water flows in while water flows out, but the outgoing pipe is thin and the incoming pipe is thick.
The water level in the sink rose rapidly, visibly, with turbid liquid mixed with solid residue, almost overflowing the edges of the basin.
"Aniki…" Vodka's face was pale as he looked at the "results" that were about to spill out, his voice changing pitch, "It's…it's clogged!"
Gin was utterly humiliated but helpless.
It's easy to open the floodgates, but difficult to plug a breached dam.
He was completely limp and weak, almost unable to move, so he could only watch helplessly as the water level overflowed and touched his backside.
Vodka, in a moment of quick thinking, grabbed a large plastic trash can nearby with lightning speed.
Then, he fumbled to pull out the trash bag inside and pushed the can behind Gin: "A-Aniki! Use this! Quickly!"
Gin no longer cared about dignity, he practically collapsed, aiming himself at the open mouth of the trash can.
Pfft! Pfft! —
As the trash can swayed under the overwhelming pressure, the stench in this train car reached new heights.
The few passengers who hadn't managed to escape were directly nauseated, gagging repeatedly, and scrambling to flee this disaster zone.
On the other side of the train car.
Conan, taking advantage of Gin and Vodka's distraction, snuck over to their seats.
He unscrewed the caps of the mineral water bottles Gin and Vodka had drunk from, carefully pouring a portion of the liquid into his portable small water bottle.
Because of the earlier bug's malfunction, he had only heard the word "mineral water" mentioned repeatedly.
He mistakenly believed this bottle of mineral water was important and planned to collect a sample to take back to the Professor for analysis, hoping it might provide a clue to turn him back to normal.
After an unknown amount of time, Gin was completely exhausted, his face sallow, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been drained.
Vodka practically half-dragged, half-carried Gin, his steps faltering as he moved his dear Big Brother back to his seat.
However, no sooner had Vodka settled Gin, his own stomach began to cramp again.
Looking at the still-closed toilet door, Vodka made a shocking decision.
He lunged at the nearby train window, pulling the gap in the window as wide as possible.
Then, with astonishing speed, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and extended his ample buttocks out the window.
He hung from the train window in an extremely comical and disheveled posture, with half of his backside suspended outside the speeding train.
"Ploosh! Whoosh!"
Vodka achieved a truly epic "thousand-mile release"… Just as Vodka was performing this unprecedented "high-altitude operation," in the train car behind him.
A drunken Mouri Kogoro witnessed this scene.
He mistook Vodka's protruding rear end for the head of a large fat man.
"Ugh… Hic!"
Mouri Kogoro let out a drunken hiccup, pointing out the window with blurry eyes and laughing,
"Hahaha! Look, Ran! That big fat man in front… he's throwing up so much! It's spraying all over the window… hic… outside! Hahahaha! What a useless fellow!"
As he mocked, he curiously leaned his head closer to the train window next to him, wanting to see more clearly, and also to breathe in some fresh air.
The moment he leaned his head out—
"Splat!"
A still-warm blob of "heavenly justice" landed squarely and accurately on Mouri Kogoro's face, which was open in laughter.
Mouri Kogoro, picking a golden needle mushroom from his face, finally realized what had happened.
"Ugh… Uwaaaah!!! Ugh—!!!"
Mouri Kogoro instantly sobered up, completely losing his drunkenness.
He frantically tried to wipe the stuff off his face, but the more he wiped, the more it spread, and the more disgusting it became.
"Dad!" Ran, who had been chatting with Rin and the others in the front row, turned around at the scream and, seeing her father's terrible state, was horrified, "Oh my god! What is that?!"
Anton was also stunned, looking at Mouri Kogoro, who was covered in filth and frantically shaking his hands and gagging, retreating in horror: "Well, Detective Mouri, I'll go back to my seat first…"
"Water! I need water! I have to wash this off quickly."
Mouri Kogoro shrieked hysterically, stumbling towards the nearest train car connection, looking for a sink to wash himself.
Everywhere he went, screams erupted.
However, he rushed through several train car connections, but people were using the sinks in each of them.
At the first sink, an old lady was slowly washing her hands… At the second sink, a young man was styling his hair in front of the mirror… It wasn't until he reached an empty train car that he finally spotted an unused sink in the distance.
"Finally, I can get a good wash!"
Mouri Kogoro darted over, turned on the faucet, and plunged his hands into the basin.
Why did the water in the basin feel a bit viscous?
He looked down, and what met his eyes was a scene straight out of a nightmare.
The basin was not filled with water at all!
"This… this…" Mouri Kogoro looked at the overflowing basin, then at the filth on his hands, his stomach churning, completely bewildered.
Just then, the train attendant and Train Conductor, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, arrived at the scene.
The first thing they saw was Mouri Kogoro, standing in front of the sink, his face and hands covered in filth, his expression dazed and distraught.
"Train Conductor! It's him!"
The passenger who had witnessed Gin's "feat" earlier, because Gin had pulled his hat very low, and now Mouri Kogoro's face was covered in filth, directly mistook Mouri Kogoro for Gin.
Pointing at Mouri Kogoro, he shouted excitedly:
"It's him! I saw him with my own eyes in the sink… Holy crap… Is he eating it now?!"
It was no wonder the passenger misunderstood, given Mouri Kogoro's current appearance, it was hard not to.
The Train Conductor's face was ashen. In 30 years of his service, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he reported gravely into his walkie-talkie:
"Report! A passenger with extremely abnormal behavior, suspected of having a mental illness, has been discovered! Location: Car 7 connection.
This passenger… this passenger is defecating in the sink, and… it also appears to be accompanied by eating behavior! Requesting assistance! Repeat, requesting assistance and contact the police at the next station!"
Mouri Kogoro: "???!!!"
What the hell are you guys saying?! Don't accuse me wrongly.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the golden needle mushroom that had slipped from his face into his mouth prevented him from uttering a single word.
Looking at the Train Conductor, attendant, and passengers who were staring at him with fearful eyes.
Mouri Kogoro knew that his reputation as the great detective "Sleeping Kogoro" was truly "stinky" and far-reaching today!