I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Damn it, biology doesn’t exist anymore, right…

Conan's head was full of black lines and he wanted to tell this guy to get out immediately.

Realizing that he could not get any useful information from Serabel, Conan turned his attention to his own mother.

But what he couldn't understand was that Yukiko just spread her hands with a helpless expression on her face.

What the hell do these two men mean?

Xiaoke's mentality was a bit unbearable.

The reason why Serabel and Yukiko have the same attitude is simple. After the New York incident, they have basically acquiesced that Belmod can be regarded as half of their friendly forces in the black organization, and can even be regarded as someone who has penetrated into the enemy. Spies will covertly provide some information at critical moments.

The most recent one is like talking about the black organization's plan to kill Shigehiko Tonguchi at this memorial service.

And based on their understanding of Conan, this kid would definitely run to confront him after learning that Belmod's identity was a member of the black organization.

Maybe there is a 90.00% chance that nothing will happen in the end, but the remaining [-]% chance is that everything will turn over.

In this case, it would be better to let him know nothing at all.

Serabel straightened up and moved her cervical vertebrae, which was somewhat stiff due to leaning over to listen to a certain death student. Her eyes dropped from the corners of her eyes.

"Well, anyway, just leave this place to us. You can go back first."

"You let me go back..."

Conan was dumbfounded.

Now that everyone knows that someone from a black organization sneaked into the memorial service, how could he go back without doing anything?

"Listen to me, I still have a clue at hand. Based on this clue, I have a plan..."

Conan swallowed.

"According to the information I overheard from the Gin car, the person in charge of this operation is a person named Pisco. This should also be a code name. So far, I have not found anyone who may correspond to this title, but we can call the police. "

"Call the police?" Yukiko was confused.

"Yes, it's up to Serabel to call the police."

Conan nodded and turned to the British boy who pressed his cane with both hands and tapped the ground.

"You should be familiar with the Memu Police Department. When I called him, he said that someone at the memorial service wanted to harm Councilor Tunkou..."

Serabel waved his hand to interrupt him: "If you want the Megure Police Department to die, then you do this."

"……why?"

Conan was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a while.

Serabel stared at him and said word by word: "It's a very simple reason. Once the Megu Police Department, as a police officer, is involved in this matter and comes into the sight of the black organization, do you think they will kidnap the Megu Police Department using their methods?" Torture the identity of the informant?"

"This……"

"Let me put it this way, if you make this call, maybe the next time you see the Megure Police Department, you will be facing a pile of dismantled corpses in a funeral home."

Conan was silent. He had to admit that what this guy said was right.

Serabel switched back to his usual inorganic tone: "So the most correct thing to do now is to do nothing, observe as much as possible, and wait until the crime occurs to deduce the identity of Pisco through clues at the scene."

"But in that case, Yankou Zhongyan will be beaten by those guys...what do you think of human life!"

Conan couldn't bear it anymore, and his words suddenly became fierce.

But Serabel silenced him with just one sentence.

"Then it doesn't matter to you if the Memu Police Department dies?"

"No, I didn't mean that..."

"Then don't stick to your so-called plan, or if you still feel that the life of a stranger who took bribes is more important than an old friend who you have known for many years and almost unlimited trust in you, you can make this call. I I won’t stop you.”

After leaving the last words behind, Serabel tapped her cane on the ground and turned around to leave.

A few minutes later, the memorial service began as scheduled.

The host in a suit and ties walked up to the front stage and began to tell interesting stories about director Akira Sakemaki's life. After telling the interesting stories, he started to use a projector to play some short clips shot during his lifetime.

And just as the projector was showing the picture and the lights were turned off, a sound like a large piece of glass breaking resounded through the dark banquet hall.

When the lights were turned back on, they saw that the connection between the huge crystal chandelier that was originally located in the center of the banquet hall and the ceiling had broken. The entire crystal lantern fell to the ground and was completely destroyed. There was still a pool of glass flowing out of the ruins made of broken glass. Bloodstains.

There was a person pressing down underneath, it was Yankou Zhongyan.

he died. ?

Chapter 202 An unreliable husband and wife team

There was a death in one of the top hotels in Tokyo, so naturally the Metropolitan Police Department was dispatched overnight.

This time it was still the Memu Police Department.

To be honest, Sera Bell was curious as to whether the Japanese police system did not treat people as human beings. They lived, ate, and slept in the office. They worked during the day and at night. Only when they couldn't bear it anymore would they lie down on the table and rest for a while.

Otherwise, why would the huge Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department have the same person leading the team to handle every murder case?

Since the person who died was a congressman who had been controversial recently, the police department was relatively cautious. They ordered the accompanying forensic officers to collect evidence in detail and the people around the time of the incident fully understood the situation before ordering the death of the deceased. The prosthetic body was dragged away.

In the banquet hall, the crashed crystal chandelier still remained in place.

The police department looked back and forth around the crystal lamp with their chins in hand to analyze it.

"Hmm... So it turns out that it fell when the lights were turned off and the video was playing... Judging from the break connecting the ceiling, it should be due to disrepair..."

Indeed, judging from the scene of the crime, no matter who it was, it would be considered an accident. The reason why Tonko Shigehiko died was purely because of his bad luck.

Although there must be a factor in this that the management of Aipado Hotel neglected to maintain the hotel equipment, Shigehiko Tonkou was able to run under the shaky crystal chandelier and was hit in that situation when the surroundings were pitch dark.

This was simply an accident within an accident, and it was extremely bad luck.

However, this was not the case for Serabel and Conan, who knew in advance that the black organization was going to take action.

The Megure Police Department in the middle of the banquet hall has taken photos and collected evidence, and called the person in charge of the Aipido Hotel to talk.

And against the wall of the banquet hall, which was less than 20 meters away from him, Serabel, Yukiko and Conan were quietly sitting in this unobtrusive corner.

"There's absolutely no way this is an accident!"

Conan clenched his fists and pursed his lips.

Serabel calmly took a spoonful of the egg fried rice she had just brought: "I know what you said, but the problem is how to do it. We don't even know each other's modus operandi now, let alone solve the case. "

Every time this guy said a word, he breathed out the aroma of egg fried rice, which made Conan couldn't help but frown.

"You can still eat in this situation..."

"Why can't I eat it?"

Serabel glanced at him inexplicably.

"I came here today without even eating dinner. I was very hungry. I was expecting to come here for dinner."

"Me too~"

Yukiko, who was also holding a bowl of white fungus soup, took a big sip with a solemn expression.

Why are both so unreliable...

Conan glanced over and sighed silently in his heart.

At this moment, Yukiko suddenly let out a soft sound.

Because of what she said just now, the white fungus soup she was drinking accidentally spilled out from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her bohemian dress and turning into a little wet mark.

"Xin-chan, help mom get it."

Without any explanation, she put the white fungus soup into Conan's hand, and Yukiko took out a pink handkerchief from the small bag she carried with her, with the words "Abedo Hotel" printed on it.

Conan felt his heart pounding at a glance, and asked tentatively.

"Mom, this handkerchief is..."

"Ok?"

Yukiko lowered her head to look at the handkerchief in her hand, and then said oh.

"You get this one at the door. All the guests who came to the memorial service today have one, but there seem to be other colors. I've seen green, blue, purple and the like before."

"I guess I'm planning to hold some kind of event then, something related to colors."

Serabel put down the spoon and touched her pocket, and also took out a handkerchief, but it was blue.

"Is that so..."

Conan calmed down and drank the white fungus soup and fell into deep thought.

"Speaking of which, one thing I care about is that just before the crystal lamp fell when the lights were turned off, I seemed to hear some strange noise."

"You don't have to seem like it, it's true, I heard it too."

Serabel mumbled while biting the egg fried rice in her mouth.

"If I have to say it, the sound to me feels more like the sound of a .45-caliber pistol equipped with a silencer, but it must be just a coincidence. After all, who are you going to shoot in such a dark environment, and even if Even though there is a silencer, it can’t completely cover up the flames when the gun is fired, it will definitely be exposed... ugh!"

With a clicking sound between her teeth, Serabel's eyes widened slightly, and the expression on her face was frozen at a somewhat hopeless angle.

Then he opened his mouth slightly, put the egg-fried rice spoon in and scraped it twice, and took out a small piece of hard object that shone with metallic light.

"……what is this?"

Conan asked curiously as he exchanged the tremella soup for Yukiko.

"Give."

Serabel motioned for him to stretch out his hand, poured the metal block directly into Xiao Ke's hand, stood up and continued eating fried rice.

"It's so disgusting, it's all drool..."

Although Conan complained, he still held it between his fingers and observed it carefully.

"Hmm, the shape and color, it feels a bit like it was broken from the break of a fallen crystal lamp before... Wait, what the hell is that dent on it? Could it be that you bit it?"

"probably."

"Then your teeth are really good..."

"Thank you for the compliment, someone has said that before."

Serabel continued to eat fried rice with devotion.

"The first time I ate macadamia nuts, I opened them all with my teeth. When I almost finished eating the whole bag, I discovered that there was a small iron piece left in it. I didn't think there was anything wrong at the time. I thought it was the manufacturer's thoughtfulness. It was a small souvenir, but I later found out that it was used to open macadamia nuts.”

It's okay to eat a whole bag of macadamia nuts with your teeth. You're still a human being...

Conan was speechless and silently complained in his heart, then continued to study the small metal piece in his hand.

There is no doubt that this was broken from the crystal lamp, but if the metal is torn off by its own weight, due to its toughness, the fracture will usually be sharp like plasticine being pulled apart, instead of being completely broken like this. Crisp and neat.

After thinking for a moment, he covered the ceiling with his hand and illuminated the light, creating a dark room manually.

Under the shadow, part of the surface of the small metal block in his hand was slightly fluorescent.

This!

etc!if it is like this……

As if realizing some possibility, Conan's pupils shrank slightly, he picked up the small metal piece and ran not far away.

Three minutes later, Conan, who had gone for a walk, returned to Serabel and Yukiko again, with a purple handkerchief with burnt marks in his hand.

"What is this?" Serabel swallowed the last bite of egg fried rice.

"evidence."

Conan smiled confidently.

"I already fully understand the criminal's modus operandi!"

...you know again? ?

Chapter 203 Sister Bei’s amazing assist