Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Night, Yokohama, SON-OKO Hotel.

A yellow Beetle slowly stopped in front of the hotel. Dr. Agasa, who was wearing a tuxedo, got out of the car first and handed the keys to the waiter in charge of parking.

Kogoro Mouri opened the door of the passenger seat and the first thing he did after getting out of the car was to straighten the collar of his black suit. Conan Edogawa and Ai Haibara, who were also wearing suits, got out from the back seat.

"Thank you very much, Doctor." Kogoro Mouri thanked Dr. Agasa.

The person who received the protection commission was Kogoro Mouri. He reluctantly agreed to take Conan Edogawa with him, but when he was about to go out, he suddenly discovered that his driver's license had expired a few days ago.

Although it has only expired for a few days, Conan Edogawa reminded that there is also a large-scale event near the hotel and traffic control will be implemented in that area. It will be very troublesome if caught by the traffic police.

It happened that Dr. Agasa called at that time, and Edogawa Conan wanted to discuss something with them, so he suggested that Dr. Agasa send them over.

"Nothing, just a small favor." Dr. Agasa said with a smile, "And Ai is also very curious about this kind of activity."

Edogawa Conan looked at Huihara Ai in surprise, and the latter said in a cold tone: "What's the problem? Women also like to appreciate other beauties."

"..."

The famous detective laughed dryly in his heart and raised his head to look at the hotel.

Yokohama is the largest seaport in Japan. The hotel in front of you is also built on the seaside. It is worthy of being owned by the Suzuki Group. At first glance, it looks like a majestic temple that only appears in movies and TV dramas - there are many stone pillars in front of the door. Except for the entrance, the spans between the other stone pillars are small, and the walls are made of stone blocks.

It's a weird building... er, it should be considered an ancient Greek building...

Edogawa Conan rolled his eyes, vaguely guessing who had built this style of building. Sure enough, a hearty female voice sounded not far from them.

“How about this hotel named after me?”

Suzuki Sonoko wore an exquisite dress and still had her signature headband on her head. She enthusiastically introduced: "When I first came up with the plan, I gave suggestions to the designers, and finally it became like this!"

Maori Kogoro was a little speechless at first, but when he saw a few beautiful waitresses wearing white Greek dresses at the door, he suddenly changed his words to: "Not bad! Quite tasteful!"

Huiyuan Ai looked around and suddenly asked, "Is it convenient to hold a wedding here?"

"Yes." Suzuki Sonoko smiled at the only little girl among the group, "You can see a nice sea view from the observation deck over there, and there is also a garden next to it, which is specially designed for taking wedding photos."

"Today's Miss Japanese Beauty Pageant happens to include a wedding dress contest, so my father invited many TV stations to broadcast it, hoping that more people can see these beautiful wedding dresses and the romantic atmosphere, and attract more people to hold weddings here."

Edogawa Conan thought of the threatening letter and quickly brought the topic back: "Sister Sonoko, take us to meet Mr. Miura Daigo and the other contestants. Uncle has something to ask them."

Maori Kogoro was enjoying the beauties around him, but after hearing what he said, he remembered the real purpose of his trip. He clenched his fist and coughed, "Ahem, yes, I have a commission."

Suzuki Sonoko nodded, her face showing a rare seriousness. She might also know about the threatening letter. She led a few people to the preparation room on the 20th floor.

A few adults were walking in the front, but Edogawa Conan and Haibara Ai had short legs and fell behind unknowingly.

Huiyuan Ai asked in a low voice: "Do you have a commission?"

They didn't mention the specific content of the commission in the car. Edogawa Conan thought of the words "the most beautiful person" in the letter again, and couldn't help but look at Suzuki Sonoko who was walking in front.

Well, the clothes are nice, but the person... Unless the threat actor believes that "beauty = wealth" and "the most beautiful person = the richest person present", Sonoko is very safe, and there should be no need to ask if she has a personal bodyguard...

After silently worrying about the safety of another childhood friend for a second, Edogawa Conan withdrew his gaze with relief: "The organizer received a threatening letter, which did not directly state who the target was, only that it was the most beautiful person."

Huihara Ai raised her eyebrows.

Inside the hotel, except for the special attire of the service staff, the decoration was similar to that of an ordinary luxury hotel. Conan Edogawa saw quite a few people going through the admission procedures.

Some were ordinary people who had managed to get tickets, and some were special guests who were invited. Some of them had already stayed in the hotel for a few days. "Sure enough, there were quite a few big names..."

Edogawa Conan muttered to himself. In just a few seconds, he saw several familiar faces that he often saw on TV.

For example, the female host of Nichimi TV, Rena Mizunashi, whom I met not long ago; the music producer, Naoya Tarumi, whom Xiaolan admires very much; and the chairman of a well-known automobile group, Kenzo Masuyama.

Haibara Ai suddenly trembled, and her whole body was like a bowstring that was suddenly pulled fully, her whole body instantly tensed up. She looked in a certain direction, her eyes gradually widened.

There were people coming and going, and it was peaceful.

"..."

Huibara Ai stared at that place blankly.

Is it... an illusion?

Why at that moment just now, she seemed to feel... the breath of the organization?

Just as she was in doubt, a hand rested on her shoulder. The sudden touch frightened Huihara Ai so much that she almost cried out and turned her head again.

This time, she met a pair of concerned eyes.

"Little sister, are you feeling unwell?"

A waitress with short hair and a white Greek dress looked at her worriedly.

……

At the same time, on a road not far from the hotel, a black Porsche drove past in a low-key manner, avoiding the traffic-controlled section.

Vodka was driving, and Gin was sitting next to him, talking on the phone with a laptop on his lap.

"……understood."

With a slightly dissatisfied voice, Gin hung up the phone.

Vodka carefully observed his expression and tentatively asked, "Brother, is there something wrong with the mission at the hotel?"

"Pisco is old, but not useless." Gin took out a cigarette and lit it with the cigarette lighter in the car, and added: "Besides, Rum has sent someone to assist him."

Vodka thought about it and decided that Rum’s two most trusted confidants were Glenn and Curacao.

The former went on a business trip not long ago, so...

"Curaçao is here." Gin slowly exhaled smoke and glanced at the lights outside the car window: "Vermouth disguised her to make it easier for her to sneak in."

Vodka had no idea that Vermouth was currently in Japan. He was shocked by this lineup for a second, then he grinned, "That must be foolproof."

Gin didn't say anything to him, but just snorted in his heart.

——"Pisco has been quite close to an FBI official recently. In my personal opinion, it has far exceeded the normal level of friendship and intelligence gathering. As for the target..."

——"He was anonymously reported not long ago. Although he cleared the situation in time, he may have been targeted by the police."

Thinking of what William said on the phone, Gin gave a grim smile. He turned on his phone again and sent a message to someone.

If he remembered correctly, Anis would also go to that hotel today... (End of this chapter)