[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

I don't know if it was due to some kind of plot inertia, but Ryo Wakaki, who disguised himself as an ordinary young man and attended the memorial service as "the personal translator of the big star Chris Wynyard who doesn't speak Japanese", was given a purple handkerchief even though he entered the venue at the same time as Vermouth.

Emmmm, anyway, they just wanted me to join the luxurious seven-choice package.

Vermouth took Ryo Wakaki to socialize with the crowd with ease, and when passing by the table, she was very considerate and brought Ryo Wakaki a glass of grape juice.

Ryo Wakaki: (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) Okay, at least it looks like red wine.

On the other side, Conan and Ai Huihara came to the memorial service.

Looking around, everyone was wearing black formal clothes. At this moment, Ai Huihara's fear of black clothes suddenly broke out, and everyone looked like she was going to pull out a pistol in the next second.

"Hey, hey." Conan shook Huihara Ai's shoulder, "Wake up, you wanted to come with me. Otherwise, you can go back to the doctor's car now." Huihara Ai raised her head and showed a weak smile on her face. "I had a nightmare." "Huh?" "On the way home from school, Gin and the others found me, and I was chased into a small alley. The first person to be shot was you, and then the doctor and the others, all of them died. I killed them all." Conan: ... Hey, hey, that's enough. Last time it was Hattori, this time it's you, can't you hope for me when you dream, you have to let me die in all kinds of weird postures in the dream, right? Conan complained in his heart with his half-moon eyes. Then he took off his glasses and put them on Huihara Ai's face. "Hey, glasses are causal props. No one can recognize Superman in the next studio if she wears glasses, so you will be fine."

"Little boy, did you get separated from your parents?"

Wakagi Ryo bent over and looked at Ai-chan and Conan with a smile.

Huihara Ai: !!!

Group, people from the organization?

She held the glasses on her face with shaking hands, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Conan barely suppressed the shocked expression on his face. He had just finished talking to Huihara, and the people from the organization appeared like this?

"Yeah, yes, we are looking for mom and dad. Let's go, Xiaohua, let's go over there and take a look."

Conan reached out and pulled Huihara, but Huihara was shaking so hard that he couldn't pull her.

Wakagi Ryo reached out and touched Huihara Ai's head. Ai-chan was like a frightened rabbit, and she dragged Conan all the way to the back of a pillar more than ten meters away.

Only a brown hair was left floating on the floor.

Emmmm, Wakagi Ryo touched her nose. Ai-chan didn't seem to recognize me, but her hair did.

It's amazing.

Conan and Shirley hid behind the pillar in shock and looked quietly in the direction of Wakagi Ryo.

"Could he be Pisco?"

"I don't know. Although I have heard of Pisco, I have never seen him."

Conan glanced at Inspector Megure who had just arrived at the door, and then focused his attention on Wakagi Ryo.

Before entering the hotel, he secretly called the police with a voice changer, saying that a murder would happen at the venue tonight.

Come on, Pisco.

I want to see how you can kill someone under the double surveillance of me and the police!

"Next, let's enjoy the slides left by Director Sakamaki before his death!"

The host walked onto the center stage with a microphone, then waved to the staff, and the lights in the entire hall suddenly dimmed.

Conan:!

There is still this program?!

Damn, in this dark scene, relying only on the pitifully weak light of the slide, no one can be seen clearly except the host on the stage.

Not to mention stopping Pisco from taking action.

Conan told Huihara to stay where he was and not move, and then slowly moved in the direction of his memory.

On the other side, Inspector Megure, who also realized that the situation was not good, also directed the police officers he brought to search among the crowd.

Suddenly, there was a muffled "puff" sound, followed by a crash, like the sound of a large glass product breaking.

Wakagi Ryo tilted his head and avoided the fragments of a chandelier that flew towards him.

At the same time, a handkerchief swayed and floated to the top of Conan's head, covering his increasingly round forehead.

The lights came on, and Shigehiko Tsuguchi was pressed under the huge crystal chandelier, and blood flowed all over the floor. The entire memorial service scene instantly became chaotic.Inspector Megure managed to control the situation with great difficulty.

Wakagi Ryo looked at Conan, who looked serious, and sighed.

Is it possible that because you came, the unlucky Shigehiko Tsuguchi died so cleanly to help you boost your sales?

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Wakagi Ryo stood there obediently waiting for the police to question him. When it was dark just now, he had secretly stuffed a purple handkerchief over to Lao Pi, which could temporarily support the first wave of investigation.

"As expected, the older you get, the more useless you become."

Vermouth looked at Shigehiko Tsuguchi's body on the ground, and glanced at Kenzo Masuyama with the corner of her eye, and lit a cigarette with a cold expression.

Wakagi Ryo shrugged, silently agreeing.

Poisoning is the best choice for assassination in front of so many people. The organization doesn't only have A-drug as its poison. Black Death Wine tortures those poor captives every day, and there are many poisons that are fast-acting and secretive.

Just make a poison needle or something, and stab it into the target's body, isn't it done?

Why do you have to show off your shooting skills? Can your shooting skills surpass Gin or crush Akai Shuichi?

But his skills have barely regressed. At least when he secretly kidnapped Ai-chan in the chaos just now, even Vermouth didn't notice his little move.

So, glasses are useless. Didn't Masuyama Kenzo recognize Haibara Ai at first glance?

Wakagi Ryo opened the small map and took a look. The small dot representing Ai-chan was lying quietly in the underground wine cellar of the hotel.

The police were asking questions too slowly, and Wakagi Ryo was a little bored waiting, so he pulled out a chair and sat down.

As soon as his butt touched the edge of the stool, with a click, the stool leg broke directly. The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the police.

Inspector Megure: ...

Although Kudo brother called to say that this incident was a murder, he felt that the security measures of this hotel were indeed inadequate, and things were out of repair and they didn't know how to replace them.

Let alone the chandelier, look at this stool, isn't it broken for no reason?

The hotel manager standing next to the police wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bent down to apologize to Wakaki Ryo.

Wakaki Ryo waved his hand, family knows their own business, and the broken stool has nothing to do with the hotel.

He didn't want to sit down, and stood honestly next to Vermouth, poking the first-person perspective of Ai-chan.

At this time, Conan had directly connected to the glasses worn by Huiyuan through the microphone in Dr. Agasa's car, and urged Ai-chan to drink the key prop of transformation, Lao Baigan, in one gulp.

Ai Huihara: ...

She tentatively opened the lid of the bottle, and took two steps back due to the pungent smell of alcohol from Baigan, with a strong expression of suspicion on her face.

Just smelling it makes me feel that this wine is too strong. I gulp it down. Detective, are you trying to kill me?

"Hurry up, Huihara!"

Huihara sighed, then pinched her nose and took a big sip, and then she choked on the strong liquor and started coughing.

Ruo Muliang, who was watching the show remotely, suddenly had a little breakdown in his expression management. A strong liquor of 50 or 60 degrees, just took a big sip like that? And after drinking it, his face was not red and he was not out of breath. He could even sit at the table and guess clearly what the computer password left by Pisco in the wine cellar was.

This alcohol tolerance...

Ruo Muliang pouted and didn't want to talk.