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

Ballroom.

The guests watched the police come in and out, and bee-like low voices echoed in every corner.

The sudden surprise, the annoyance of being restricted from leaving and repeatedly questioned, and the fear and worry about whether the prisoners were around them... As time went on, these feelings of dissatisfaction quickly spread among them.

Finally, someone couldn't sit still any longer. A male guest of some status stopped a passing policeman and asked, "Excuse me, how long do we have to stay here?"

The policeman who was stopped was a young man. He looked at the group of guests who were waiting anxiously and said with shame: "It will be done soon. Please wait a moment..."

He was in a hurry to get away from the crowd, but the guests kept asking him questions. As a result, he just took a step forward and suddenly felt something under his feet.

He looked down and saw that it was a napkin. He bent down to pick it up, hesitating whether to throw it back on the table next to him.

"Sir, please give me the soiled napkin."

A female voice sounded behind him. The guest turned around and saw a waitress looking at him with a smile and holding out her hands to him.

The guest handed over the napkin that had inexplicably fallen on the ground without any suspicion, and couldn't help but ask, "Can someone at your hotel ask when the police will let them go?"

The waitress kept smiling: "I heard that there has been some progress in the case backstage, and everyone should be able to leave soon."

As if to verify what she said, the next second after she finished speaking, the police who had entered the backstage returned to the banquet hall.

……

Curacao successfully took away the napkin that smelled of gunpowder, walked to the side, and while observing the policemen's every move, he reviewed today's mission.

So far so good.

Pisco was wearing gloves and shot the hanging chain. The faint gunshot was drowned out by the screams of the crowd at that time and no one heard it.

What he used to cover the shooting fire was a napkin that could be found anywhere, not some special cloth that had a direction or could be used to trace his identity.

There may be traces of bullets on the chain fragments, but judging from the reactions of the forensic personnel, they did not notice this at all.

Without these two pieces of evidence, this was an accident.

Sure enough, under Curacao's gaze, the Kanagawa prefectural police officer who had detained them for nearly an hour for investigation, although still looking a little skeptical, announced -

"You just register your name and contact information, and then you can leave."

Curacao breathed a sigh of relief.

Pisco looked over from a distance, and the eyes of the two organization members met in the air. Curacao nodded slightly.

In order to assist Pisco and help him avoid possible smoke reaction inspections, she disguised herself as a laundry service employee in advance and stained the sleeves of clothes of some guests who checked in early with traces in order to confuse the direction of the investigation.

Now it seems that this step is not used.

Pisco's mission was accomplished, but her mission...

Curacao's eyes swept across the Nagano Prefecture police officer who had been standing on the stage to calm everyone down. While everyone was rushing to register, she hid aside and took out her cell phone.

[I caught Scotland, do I need to execute him? - Curacao]

[Bring him back, I want to ask him about Aniseite! ——Rum]

Curacao stared at the unedited email, feeling a little disgusted with his boss who gave him more work, and at the same time a little... confused.

Rum and Goldwasser compete with each other, and he wants to know the information about the other's children, who have been kept well hidden. He believes that Anicet's death three years ago was just false news released by his old rival.

To find this mysterious member, we can only start with people we know.

Rum was unable to interrogate Gin and Vermouth who knew each other, so he thought of Scotland. Scotland's undercover identity was revealed by Anicet three years ago, and he could use any means against the undercover.

So it's normal for Rum to ask her to spare his life, not kill him directly, and find a chance to take him away for interrogation information... right?

Curacao fell silent for a moment.

She looked again at the police officer who appeared briefly in the surveillance video and looked somewhat similar to Scotland, wondering whether to tell Rum the news.

It is already very troublesome to take a Scotsman away from the hotel while hiding from the remaining police officers. If we want to take away a foreign police officer who is currently conscious and communicating with other police officers, the difficulty will increase sharply.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to report after the task was completed. Anyway, she had written down the other party's appearance and name, so it would not be difficult to investigate his identity afterwards.

Curacao turned around, intending to avoid his colleagues in the hotel and leave quietly.

The task of moving Scotland was not hers alone. When the police sealed off the hotel, Rum's men sneaked in. She had just sent the location of Scotland over. Now...

"Buzz."

Two phone notification tones, indicating that emails had been received, rang out one after the other.

[Wrong password, we can't open that door!] Seeing the email she received first from her subordinates, Curacao almost choked on her breath. She frowned slightly and calmly opened the second email.

This one is from Rum.

When seeing the above words, all the peace in Curacao was shattered in an instant.

[Go find Shirley! She might be in this hotel! ——Rum]

……

the other side.

Zhu Fu Gaoming saw Yokomizo Shigego escorting a handcuffed man and realized that the case behind the scenes had been solved.

But when he was about to step forward and ask if the case of the falling chandelier was related to him, a young man he had never seen before suddenly stopped him.

"Officer Zhufu." the other party shouted.

Zhu Fu Gaoming nodded politely: "It's me, may I ask who you are..."

The man looked around, quickly pulled out a certificate from his pocket, spread it out, and then said in a very low voice: "I am from the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department. Now I hope you will cooperate with our operation."

Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned slightly.

His first reaction was that the death of the congressman was related to the person the police were investigating, and that the case would be handed over to the police, so it would be better for them, ordinary criminal police, to leave as soon as possible.

"We want you to get out of here as soon as possible."

"...?"

The words were what Zhu Fu Gaoming had expected, but the other party's tone made him feel something was wrong.

"Me?" Zhu Fu Gaoming repeated.

"Yes, it's 'you'." The police officer emphasized, "The other police officers can stay for a while, but you'd better leave quickly."

Zhu Fugaoming remained silent. He looked at the face of the young policeman in front of him and read a hint of uneasiness in the other's expression.

He believed that he was no different from the police officers in Kanagawa Prefecture, except that they had different jurisdictions. The only special thing about him was...

"I understand." Zhu Fu Gaoming said in a low voice.

The young policeman thanked him and turned away in a hurry.

Zhu Fuxi Gaoming watched the other party go away. He listened to the Kanagawa Prefectural Police announce that the guests could leave. Some doubts about the case circled around in his mouth for a few times, but he finally swallowed them silently.

"Mr. Zhufu."

His friend's daughter, Anpei Chengxiang, came over and whispered to him, "Let's go... Can you leave now?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming came back to his senses and nodded slowly.

"I'll take you back to the hotel."

It’s Jingguang, his younger brother whom he hasn’t seen for several years... Is he here?
He knew the possibility was low, but before walking out of the banquet hall, he slowly scanned the room, scanning everyone's face as much as possible.

He noticed Miss White, standing alone at a table in a corner.

She supported the table with one hand, and perhaps her body touched the table, causing the tablecloth to sway slightly;
Her male companion had returned and was standing at a distance beside her, communicating with her about something.

They were too far away to make out their expressions.

"Mr. Zhufu?"

The girl next to me shouted again.

Zhu Fu Gaoming withdrew his gaze and left with her and the others.

……

On the street outside the hotel.

Due to the serious incident that resulted in two deaths and one injury, the guests left the hotel as quickly as possible. Some of those who had checked in were checking out, and the entrance was very busy for a while.

Pisco was the first to leave. He asked his secretary to leave alone, using the excuse that he wanted to meet up with friends in the evening. Then he drove to the base alone to meet Rum.

He thought about what happened tonight, especially a famous detective whose life or death was in doubt.

However, before he drove far, when he turned into a sparsely populated street, he saw a familiar black vintage car following him in the rearview mirror.

It is a Porsche 356A. (End of this chapter)