Detective Conan's Scarlet Miracle

Chapter 713 Absolute Disguise ([-])

The Ferris wheel is getting higher and higher, gradually rising to the top.

The atmosphere between the two people in the Ferris wheel was a bit weird.

Kazami kept silent, and Curacao didn't know what to say, and sat quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window.

The lights flickered, flashing across Curacao's face one by one.

Kazami waited for a long time, sat by the window, motioned Curacao to turn around: "Look over there."

Curacao followed Kazami's finger and looked out the window.

The light show outside the window did not stop because of the tense atmosphere at the scene. The lights of five colors slowly gathered together with the rise of the Ferris wheel and reflected in the library.In Laso's pupils of different colors.

Kazami watched Curacao's reaction nervously.

The Ferris wheel rose to the highest point, and the lights of the five colors combined into a yellowish white light.

Unexpectedly, Curacao's expression remained unchanged, he calmly watched the lights gather and separate, and met Kazami with a glance.

"You..." Fengjian was a little surprised, "What about you?"

"What should I do?"

Curacao still asked calmly.

No response, shouldn't be...

Kazami looked at Curacao's face carefully, observing up and down, his sparse brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Officer Kazami," before he found the next step, Curacao suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at the top of their heads, and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Kazami's original attention was all on Curacao. Hearing what Curacao said, he suddenly found a slight sound of footsteps coming from his Ferris wheel box.

There was more than one person, and they couldn't hear at all if they didn't quiet down.

Kazami took the pistol out of the holster and pointed it at the emergency exit of the Ferris wheel vigilantly.

Behind him, Curacao also stood up, took out an earphone from his hospital gown, and quickly tapped a series of signals, which came out silently.

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The screen was still flickering, and Rum tapped the table lightly with his forefinger.

He had already guessed what the little girl was thinking from the moment when two Filinai appeared at the same time.

She was exposed to him, and it was easy to think of luring the members of the organization to pursue separately. He is not a fool, how could he jump into a hole when he sees it?
Every time a member of the organization is subdued, she will spend three to five times the cost on her side, and they are all arrested. Who will protect the previous target?

That's right, sitting in the safest position in the audience, being fully protected, and able to control the overall situation of the aquarium, the most deceptive person, the best choice for Akari Asano - Curacao.

Rum looked at his subordinates who had already lurked to the top of the Ferris wheel that Curacao was riding on, and showed a sneer.

He was still too young, and all the elite troops he organized were here, which he called back from all over the world in advance to deal with Curacao.

Now, regardless of whether this Curacao is Asano Akari or the real one, a pregnant and an amnesiac can't make any big waves, it's a big gain for them-this is much more useful than those who were arrested up.

Worse than her father by more than a star and a half.

He looked back at the man standing behind him and asked, "When will you end?"

The man standing behind him was dressed in black with a stern face.

"Not urgent."

His voice was cold, as if he didn't want to continue talking with him.

Rum raised his eyes, and suddenly said provocatively: "You didn't suddenly soften your heart at the last moment, did you?"

The man was silent, staring fixedly at the monitoring screen in front of Rum.

Rum followed his gaze to the monitoring screen and asked again: "Do you know that she is pregnant?"

"……do not know."

Gin's reaction was still flat.

Rum seemed to be watching the fire from the other side, sneered, and added: "Who knows? This is also a stain on you, right?"

Gin lowered his head, looked at his all-black clothes, and said in a low voice:

"You talk a lot."

It's like you talk less and you don't have enough phone bills.

Rum laughed a few times disapprovingly, turned his gaze back to the screen, and suddenly frowned.

Something is not right.

(End of this chapter)