Chapter 250 Gin, you still said you don’t have eye problems?
The curly and fluffy chestnut-colored short ear-length hair is neatly coiled around the cheeks. At first glance, it does look a bit like...
...what a fart!
Suppressing the twitching at the corner of his mouth, Tangze once again felt that his ability to control expressions was severely challenged.
Gin, brother Gin, can you take a closer look?
You are a sniper, right? You are indeed a sniper, right?
We snipers can have other problems, but we can’t be blind, right?
Is this Miyano Shiho? ah? It makes more sense if you think of me as Shirley, okay?
With your eyesight, is it really possible to hit the wrong person with a sniper?
——Oh, he was presumptuous, Gin would really hit the wrong person.
Karasawa watched the squinting Suzuki Ayako wrapping her arm around her fiancé's arm. She was chatting in a low voice with Tomizawa Yuzo next to her in a panic, gritting her teeth secretly.
That's all Yuanzi said. You let her hair down and styled her hair. She has big eyes and a face with oval seeds. From a distance, she does look similar.
But Suzuki Ayako, with her squinty eyes and slender face, looks very different from her sister!
I just let my hair down and cut some of it, giving it a delicate hairstyle. Gin, that’s really why you thought Miyano Shiho was here, right? Are you sober?
"Huh? Did you find anything, brother Akechi?" Seeing that his eyes were fixed in a certain direction, the Memu Police Department who walked up to him couldn't help but glance in that direction.
Compared to Ayako Suzuki, who was standing in the corner with an uneasy expression, the Megure Police Department saw at a glance the music producer with long hair and avant-garde clothing, and Kenzo Masatoyama, who had wrinkles on his face and white hair and beard.
The Mumu Police Department immediately became alert and approached the police officers who were conducting inquiries, listening to the answers of these guests.
“It’s just an accident, right?” Naoya Tarumi, a musician with long hair and shawl hair, pushed up the glasses on his face and was very dissatisfied with the current situation. “It cannot be ruled out that the crystal lamp fell due to aging, causing the political Is it possible that the family was killed? I think the reason for you to detain us all in the banquet hall where someone died is very weak."
"But we received a tip..." Takagi Wataru stopped him to prevent him. Stir up the emotions of your guests.
"Then before investigating us, we should first find out the identity of the messenger, right?" Kenzo Masama interjected, "Maybe he is the murderer himself?"
"How is that possible? It must be just a prank or a threat, right? Councilor Tunkou's recent case has been very controversial, and he seems to have received a lot of threatening letters..." The host frowned deeply.
"Hmph..." The businessman next to him sneered, "So, you can't do bad things, you will be punished."
The eyes of the Mumu Police Department swept over several people one by one. After that, he turned around and looked at Goro Akechi, who was still staring at this side, and began to ponder.
Conan, who couldn't get close to the corpse, was scanning the group of people one by one.
He lowered his head, unfolded the handkerchief, and looked at the violet cloth carefully, thoughtfully.
Shortly after he heard the strange noise, the cloth floated to his head.
Is it really just a coincidence...?
At this moment, in this venue, which was heavily blocked by the police, there were three code-named members from the organization, indifferently watching every move of everyone in the venue.
The enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we cannot let them escape easily.
Clenched the fabric in his hand, remembering the purple handkerchief that joker signed and took away when he entered the door...
He rolled his eyes and took advantage of his height to quietly walk through the crowd and toward the front desk.
He has to check who has received the purple handkerchief...
"In short, Representative Tunguchi was hit by a falling lamp and died." Female writer Nanjo Miko recommended He adjusted his glasses and said, "If this is really a murder, it would be very difficult for the crystal lamp to hit the target accurately in the darkness. It is only possible that someone had tampered with the lamp in advance... As of now, , There are no similar traces in the fallen crystal lamp or the remaining parts of the ceiling, right? I think it is too early for you to judge this as a murder."
"Yes. Can you investigate as soon as possible and let us leave quickly?" The man next to him echoed.
This memorial service was quite large, and it was filled with celebrities and wealthy businessmen. It can be said that they are the group of people who are most afraid of suddenly dealing with the police and the media.
When I heard someone arguing with the police, everyone responded positively. "Yes, you have no right to detain us."
"If you have any questions, you can contact my lawyer later. You have no right to ask me to cooperate."
Exactly At this time, Conan ran to the door of the banquet hall and said in an innocent child's voice that he wanted to go to the toilet. The policemen guarding the door looked at the child who was not even waist high and opened the door a crack.
Suddenly, intense spotlights and loud shouts came in from the corridor outside.
"Congressman Tunkou died at the banquet. Is this true?"
"I heard it was an accident. What is the situation now?!"
"The details of the accident What is it like? Are there any other casualties? "
"Please answer!"
No matter when the police come, the dedicated Kexue media people will always be on the front line of the case. .
The shutters and flashes kept ringing, causing Tangze, who was standing in midfield, to raise his hands and cover his face.
"These dog-nosed things..." Karasawa clearly heard Nanjo Mikao, who was standing not far away, snap his tongue impatiently, "It's going to be troublesome to go back now."
"Please don't break into the scene! The scene is still under lockdown!" The police officer blocking the door resisted the pressure of the flow of people and held the door firmly, "Please step back!"
Bite Squinting his eyes, Conan raised his arms to cover his glasses, and walked out with difficulty under the bright light.
Let's take a look at the roster first... It just so happens that all the guests are still locked up inside the venue. This is a good time to compare and filter.
Everyone's attention was focused on the opened door.
Matoyama Kenzo frowned and watched the little boy wearing glasses squeeze into the crowd of reporters. He didn't feel anything was wrong. He closed his eyes and rested for a few seconds irritably, then turned his head.
Tang Ze looked at Conan's back as he moved forward without hesitation. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but glance at Belmod who was standing on the sidelines.
Belmod was also looking in the direction in front of the door. The assistant beside her was talking to her constantly, but she had no intention of answering.
She just stared blankly as Conan's shadow cast by the light stretched on the marble floor, then disappeared as he disappeared into the crowd, and slowly smiled.
Did you recognize this?
Should we say she is too keen...or should we call it a mother's eyesight?
Forget it, recognition is not a big problem. In order to protect Conan, she could grit her teeth and endure Miyano Shiho. Even if she discovered his identity, there would be no danger.
As long as Haihara Ai doesn't get involved this time.
There is no way that what Ginjiu saw was Haihara Ai. Haihara Ai is still a child now.
With Gin's weird facial blindness, even if he bumped into him head-on on the street, he wouldn't have given a second glance to this kid whose legs were not as long as his.
As long as Haibara Ai doesn't really come over, then maybe...
Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, Tangze glanced at the eyes of the crowd when he looked away, and caught another little maroon shadow. .
Huh?
Good news, no sun
Bad news, 40 degrees 5
(End of this chapter)