Chapter 251 Real, but fake, but real
Tangze pulled his eyes back a little, carefully looking for the chestnut hair he just saw in the crowd.
He is particularly sensitive to this hair color now. He always feels like he is frightened by looking at Xingchuan Hui more than once.
If Gin loses his sight twice more, Gin will be fine, and he will have a nervous breakdown.
While he squinted his eyes and kept looking at the guests, Belmod retracted his gaze towards the door and suppressed the smile on his lips.
At first glance, he appears to be a very gentle and approachable young man...perhaps he has indeed inherited some of the qualities of his father, a politician.
With his deceptive appearance, deep and insidious character, and communicative skills that can easily gain the love and trust of others, if Shigehiko Tonkou chooses to raise this illegitimate child well, he might be someone who can climb higher than him. High politician.
She is also a rather disgusting type.
Corruption on the inside and glamorous on the outside. Isn’t one monster like her, created by an organization, not enough?
Furthermore, Bourbon and him are now lurking downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency. Kumail has even put on a false skin and used a gentle and approachable face to become a very popular angel. Trusted classmates...
Many dark thoughts were running through his heart, and the smile that belonged to Chris Wynyard on Belmod's face became more and more elegant.
And Karasawa finally found the owner of the chestnut hair.
Tsk, Haihara Ai really came running.
The little girl was wearing a hooded top and covered her mouth and nose with a mask. She was timidly trying to completely wrap her chestnut hair with the brim of the hat.
But no matter how hard she tried, a child dressed incompatible with the scene was still much more conspicuous than expected.
What is the principle? Did she leave Conan's surroundings, so Conan's "invisibility buff" can no longer cover her?
Contemplating the outrageous guess, Tangze pretended that nothing happened, continued to maintain the speed he had just observed, and looked at the next guest.
Pisco most likely does not recognize him - this is inferred from the situation in his palace.
Except for Gin’s outrageous accident, there are prominent (physical) shadows in the Pisco Hall. Except for his family members, they are all members of the organization.
Judging from the fact that he has no impression of Kumail, Goro Akechi or Karasawa, Kumail’s plan to disguise himself as Karasawa was unexpectedly kept at a high level of confidentiality.
Although the organization's confidentiality is just that, just listen, but this shows that his identity is more or less a secret in the organization.
That’s okay, that’s good. For this kind of organization that is leaking through a sieve, the fewer people know about it, the safer it is.
Belmod, on the contrary, Karasawa guessed that she must have a deep understanding of the identity she forged.
Although he plagiarized a bit of the relationship between Bermod and Miyano Shiho when acting, Karasawa couldn't be sure of her attitude based on just such a few similarities.
Even if you don’t know Conan’s true identity, just watching him use a false identity to act around Mao Lilan, it would be good if Belmode could not kill him.
At this moment, standing opposite Belmode, he must not act rashly.
With that flash of light, Pisco's death was a foregone conclusion, it was just a matter of how and where he died.
Miyano Shiho is the secret of Haibara Ai, and with his death, he will temporarily sink to the bottom of the water, waiting for the next storm.
So, instead of contacting Haihara Ai as soon as possible and taking her away from everyone's sight, the priority should now be to protect the identity of the vest and ensure that Pisco dies as soon as possible.
If Pisco said any unnecessary nonsense before he died...
Then don't blame him and send him on his way in person.
With the unpretentious murderous intention tumbling in his heart, a sunny smile appeared on Tang Ze's face. He stood up straight and looked at Takagi Wataru and others beside him.
"Sorry to interrupt everyone's questions." Karasawa spoke softly, "But I think we can narrow down the scope of suspicion... We can indeed let the other guests leave, Megure. Police officer."
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"Oh, you are from Mr. Kudo's family..." The receptionist at the front desk still had an impression of the child who came with his brother this afternoon. After saying half a sentence, he looked around, covered his mouth, and whispered, "Why don't you let your brother come?"
Because the useless "brother" who spread rumors ran away first...
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Conan raised the handkerchief in his hand with a smile.
"My...brother is still inside and hasn't come out. The police uncles said that you can't go out casually. I picked up a purple handkerchief and I don't know who lost it. In the afternoon, I saw my brother's signature. They are classified according to the color of the handkerchief they received. Can you check their names for me? I'll return it to them. "Nodding in understanding, the greeter took out the sign-in list and quickly Look through it.
"Are these handkerchiefs colored? Are they all received in order?" While she was searching, Conan hurriedly interjected to confirm.
"Yes, we originally planned to select guests holding handkerchiefs of specific colors to deliver speeches at the end of the memorial service." The greeter turned to the corresponding position, crossed his fingers over each name, and muttered something in a low voice, "Well , this group has left due to the conflict of activity time... so does this lady, and this..."
Conan grabbed the velvet-covered countertop, and followed her fingertips with his eyes, in those thick and thin Various names were crossed.
They are all big and famous people... Who among them is the hidden ghost?
"Ah, those are the ones here." The greeter confirmed the status of the guests and clicked on the names one by one with his finger, "These are the nine."
Conan's eyes quickly condensed.
Except for "Kudo Shinichi" written by joker...there were eight people present.
Although there is currently no concrete evidence, at least Pisco must be among them.
"Can you lend me a loan, sister?" Conan raised his arm and said in a childish voice, "I can't remember, can you let me take it in and ask someone?"
"This..." Ying Bin smiled awkwardly.
“Let him go!”
"Someone is coming out!"
While Conan was grabbing a corner of the hard-cover book and standing in a stalemate with the greeter, a loud shout suddenly broke out from the group of reporters nearby.
"This is Japan TV Station! Did you see anything when the accident happened?"
"Get out of the way, I don't know, I won't accept interviews. Give up!"< br>
“Can you please explain the accident? Are there any other injured?”
"Go and ask the police to give in."
As the door of the banquet hall suddenly opened, the celebrities in formal dresses inside frowned and rushed out impatiently.
At the same time, surrounding the corridor, as the news spread, more and more reporters gathered and swarmed in.
The flashing lights collided and confronted with the torrent of black dresses, and the entire corridor instantly became chaotic.
“Ah——!” The short Conan didn’t pay attention and was swept in by the crowd behind him. All he could see in front of his eyes were skirts and trouser legs of various colors. He couldn’t tell the difference between east, west and north at all. He felt dizzy. He was almost caught in the crowd.
"Kudo... ugh!"
Among the chaotic noise, he heard a weak cry.
When he followed the sound, he could no longer find the source of the sound.
That was just now...
There are only a few people who know his identity, could it be...
Conan gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and with difficulty amidst the crowd's squeeze, he brought the screen to his face and started tapping quickly.
[Joker...]
This title is talking about Haihara Ai, and me too
I took the test again today, and it turned out to be positive and yang...
Write first, write as much as you can
(End of this chapter)