[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

It wasn't just Kusuda Rikumichi who was quietly contacting people. Conan also hurriedly checked the bodies and contacted the anxious Judy through his mobile phone.

Although the number of patients in the hospital had nothing to do with them, they couldn't just sit back and watch the pile of express deliveries piled up at the door of the hospital.

It was obvious that these things happened to appear at the door of the Beihu Central Hospital, and they were probably sent by the people from the winery.

What if there were bombs inside?

If these express boxes were full of dangerous explosives, it would not be impossible to raze the entire hospital to the ground based on the number.

Judy and James could only command their men to diligently transfer these express deliveries in batches to an empty space with no one, and then carefully send people over to check for a long time with an explosives detector.

How to say it?

A dozen plainclothes FBI members were worried about hundreds of express boxes. This scene was very similar to the express delivery guys on Double Eleven in the previous life, who were going bald because of staying up late to work overtime.

"What, what should I do?"

James' mouth twitched, looking at the top few express boxes, the recipients were clearly written with his, Judy and Akai Shuichi's names, and he could only grit his teeth and say one sentence.

"Unpack!"

The Japanese service industry often works in places where it is not necessary at all, and is extremely dedicated. In addition, when Ruomu Liang asked Moran to help place the order, he also specifically instructed that it must be packaged well, so each of these express boxes was tied with countless circles of tape.

The FBI gritted their teeth and blunted many scissors.

Judy looked at the various underworld dolls that were unpacked, and endured it again and again, so she didn't just carry a gun and kill them at the winery headquarters to fight them to the death.

It must be Sangria!

The pervert Sangria must be the one who would do such a childish thing!!

In addition to the hellish appearance and strange shapes, each doll has a palm-sized box with a countdown flashing constantly, and a note saying "I am a bomb" is attached to it.

Soon, more than a hundred express boxes were dismantled, and the hellish dolls of various sizes were stacked together, which made people lose their sanity even in broad daylight.

James Blake took a breath of cold air. So many bombs, it would be enough to blow up half a rice flower!

At this moment, the small boxes on all the dolls collectively screamed shrilly, shaking people dizzy. The countdown on the small box was directly reset to zero in an instant.

All FBI agents: ! ! ! ! !

With a "boom", a huge explosion sounded. In the desperate and horrified eyes of all the FBI, overwhelming... small sequins and ribbons poured out, drowning the gathered FBI members collectively.

It was the kind of sequins and ribbons used for various celebrations. They were non-toxic and harmless, but extremely difficult to clean up.

Where are the bombs? ? ?

Not to mention that they were directly drowned in a huge number of ribbons. Judy had a dark face and spit out a mouthful of shiny debris.

As time went by, the number of patients who surrounded the entire hospital gradually decreased.

The poison developed by Black Death Wine this time was not fatal. After being diluted by various foods, the medicinal properties were not too strong. Even if you don't go to the hospital, you will basically be fine after a few diarrhea.

So, while James and others were busy unpacking the express delivery, Beihu Central Hospital slowly returned to its usual order.

This means...

"Hey! What's wrong with you guys? This is a hospital, not a place for performance art!

Who told you to sprinkle so many sequins here?

You guys made that noise just now, right?"

An old lady who seemed to have a bad temper rushed over angrily, pointing at James and his group and yelling at them.

After yelling, she even called the police skillfully.

Anyone who would do such a thing in a hospital must not be a normal person!

James and others, who were drowned in the strips and sequins, were speechless. What's worse, the part of their skin that touched the strips began to itch.

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Akai Shuichi was not in the middle of the express delivery team, but bypassed the crowd on the first floor of the hospital, stepped on the air conditioner outside the inpatient building, and climbed directly into the floor of the special ward where Mizunashi Rena was.

There seemed to be some movement in the ward.

He quietly approached the door of the ward and faintly heard the conversation coming from inside.

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows.Rena Mizunashi, she has woken up.

Downstairs, Conan looked at the real murderer, Mr. Yamada, who lived in the same ward with the deceased.

A murder case completed in a hurry is naturally not perfect. After Conan examined the body, he walked around the ward and quickly locked the real murderer.

However, when the police could not enter the hospital and needed to monitor the members of the Black Organization at all times, it was not easy to directly point out the murderer...

Hey, where is that person? When did Kusuda Rikumichi disappear?

Conan searched for several times in the crowd in a panic, but he never found Kusuda Rikumichi, and his heart sank.

When the police arrived at the scene, Conan, in the name of Maori Kogoro, completed the reasoning in a few words, and after pointing out the real murderer, he disappeared under the eyes of Inspector Megure and others.

Inspector Megure: ...

Forget it, there is still a robbery case, five murders, one public vandalism case, and three thefts that need to be handled, so we can take notes and do it together next time we meet Brother Mori.

8 o'clock in the evening

Akai Shuichi and Conan looked at their teammates who were shaking from time to time and trying their best to restrain the urge to tickle, and bit their back teeth in silence.

The people of the Black Organization only relied on a few tricks that were almost like pranks to temporarily lose the combat effectiveness of everyone except Akai Shuichi and Conan.

"Shuiyi, we can...we can endure it. We must, tonight, transfer Mizunashi Rena."

Judy gritted her teeth. She was closest to the dolls at the time, and she had the most scattered small colored strips on her body. At this time, she felt that there was no part of her body that was not itchy.

Akai Shuichi was silent.

With his understanding of Gin and the others, he knew that the pranks during the day were just to consume their physical strength. The real onslaught would definitely start at night.

But... now he was the only one who was really capable of fighting.

Agents would do pain tolerance training to some extent, so for them, itching was more unbearable than pain.

James and Judy were better off. The passerby-looking agents behind them had already begun to twist their bodies with their teeth bared, and tried to rub against the wall to relieve the increasingly obvious discomfort.

It was a bit of a throwback.

Conan:...

In this case, if we expect these people to drive to divert, they will drive the car directly into the water.

"Mr. Akai, I have a suggestion."