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

"Well, the principle of the whole process is not difficult to understand."

Conan showed Serabel and Yukiko the handkerchief with burnt marks that he had just picked up from somewhere in the banquet hall not long ago, and then turned his attention to the buffet food placed on each table in the banquet hall for guests to take as they please. .

"I just carefully compared the small metal fragments you ate from the egg fried rice, and found that the object was indeed broken from the fracture between the falling crystal lamp and the ceiling, especially according to the shape of the fracture It seems that it was caused by an external impact."

"That means you still think he was shot down by a bullet." Serabel touched her chin.

"Yes."

Conan freed a hand and took out the metal fragment from his pocket.

"As for how to hit... I think it's because they put fluorescent agent on the connection. I just tried to cover the light with my hand and took a look. There are indeed glowing parts on the broken pieces. If it's in extreme darkness, If you target the fluorescent spot, it shouldn’t be particularly difficult to hit it.”

"It makes sense." Serabel looked at the purple handkerchief in his other hand, "Then what was used to cover the fire when the gun was fired was..."

"This is the handkerchief."

Conan put the metal fragment back into his pocket, took the two corners of the handkerchief with both hands and shook it open, fully displaying the burnt marks on it in front of the two of them.

"I have thought about what props the prisoner would use to cover the gun flame. Because it is impossible to hold the barrel of the gun and shoot, which will burn your hands, so I can only cover the muzzle of the gun with something to shoot. In this way, the material of the object It must be soft enough, and since the object itself will be blown away after being fired, it is difficult to recover it, so there is another restriction that must be added, that is, it cannot be something that will reveal the identity of the owner.”

"I think the prisoner probably didn't think much about the meaning of the color of the handkerchief. He just saw that everyone received it at the door and thought it was just distributed randomly. He thought that even if someone found it, he wouldn't know who lost it. Little did he know that it was It was the handkerchief that gave him away."

The more Conan spoke, the more confident he became, his eyes flashing with light, and he felt somewhat like "the law of victory has been determined."

However, Serabel's next words instantly extinguished his confidence.

"Well said, so who is the prisoner's identity?"

"Uh……"

As if an old-fashioned DVD was stuck, Conan opened his mouth but made no sound.

Everything I want to say is stuck in my trachea.JPG

Two seconds later, he scratched his head in slight embarrassment.

"To be honest, I don't know yet. I just have a clear scope."

"Does your range refer to all the people in this banquet hall?"

"That's not, that's not!"

Conan was eager to prove himself and made a seven with his hand.

"I have reduced the scope of the prisoners to seven people. I just went to the door to ask the waiter sister, and she said that there are only seven people who will get purple handkerchiefs tonight. It is considered a small surprise event by the organizer. It was originally scheduled The plan was to wait until the end of the memorial service to invite these seven people to the stage to deliver impromptu remarks.”

It was an impromptu speech, which meant that there was no advance notice, let alone any drafts.

"And these seven people are——"

Conan tried his best to remember the seven names one by one.

Serabel was a little surprised, because several of these seven names were mentioned by Yukiko when she casually introduced them to him before.

Just writers, musicians, etc.

Conan quickly finished all the names.

"Except for the first four, I remember that the remaining ones include Yasuo Sanbo, Kenzo Masayama, and... Chrissy Wynyard."

When she heard the last name, Serabel's whole body felt bad, including Yukiko's expression that changed slightly.

Shit, why is that Witch with a Thousand Faces also on the list?

Noticing the small change between the two of them, Conan looked left and right in confusion.

"what happened?"

"...No, it's fine."

Serabel mentally raised her head, but still maintained a calm posture on the surface.

"Forget it, let's just say it, so what's your plan?"

"The plan is very simple." Conan pointed at Serabel with his index finger, "Just pretend to be a staff member of this memorial service, go find the people on the above list and ask them one by one, so as to give you enough time as a reminder in advance. The reason is to prepare a manuscript."

hiss--

Serabel gasped again.

"why me?"

"Then it can't be me, right?" Conan squinted maliciously and raised his half-moon eyes, "As a flower girl, I can deliver flowers, but as for the staff, you are more like me."

?

Do you want to be so vindictive... Serabel thought to herself.

"Well, I'll go."

"give it to you."

Just do it.

Serabel went directly with her cane and quickly found the first target.

To be precise, the first and second targets are the rising star male musician and the female writer who won the Naoki Award that Yukiko introduced before.

The two people were very close to each other and seemed to be talking about something private.

In order to avoid arousing the other party's rebellious psychology, Serabel deliberately made a circle and approached the two of them in front of them, giving them a buffering distance that was noticed in advance.

Sure enough, the effect of this was very good. When they noticed that a stranger was approaching, the male musician and the female writer quickly stopped talking, and slightly distanced themselves, pretending to be just chatting between ordinary friends.

"You are……"

"I am a staff member at this memorial service."

Serabel lowered her head, letting the hair falling in front of her forehead blur her face.

"Just now, the superior leaders informed me that at the end of this memorial service, there will be a small surprise for all the distinguished guests who received purple handkerchiefs. Since the identity qualifications are determined based on the color of the handkerchiefs, we have to confirm that the purple handkerchiefs are still on both of you. If it has been lost or exchanged with someone else, we will reissue it in time."

"Reissue...but there's no need for it."

The male musician and the female writer looked at each other, and in unison, they took out a purple handkerchief from their pockets and showed it.

They are all still there, and they were indeed sent at the door before.

Serabel nodded: "Thank you both for your cooperation, then there's nothing else."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and left, heading towards his next target.

After asking four people in succession and all received affirmative answers, Serabel finally came to the final boss, the Thousand-Faced Witch.

In fact, according to Serabel's original plan, he still had two people to ask before asking Belmode.

But one of the two people was the boss of Mitsubishi Motors. He was busy with official duties and there were always people around him talking. Sierra Bell wandered around for several times but couldn't find a chance to go up and interrupt.

As for the other one, a screenwriter, he seemed to have gone to the restroom, and no one was seen yet.

"Looking at you walking around in the banquet hall, you seem very busy?"

Before Serabel could speak, Belmode took the lead and smiled.

"Yes, very busy."

In front of the Thousand-faced Witch, Serabel was too lazy to come up with that rhetoric.

"But if you would just tell me the identity of your accomplice, I wouldn't have to be so busy."

"What are you talking about? What accomplice?" Belmode chuckled.

"Well, forget it if you don't want to say it. I didn't expect it anyway..." Serabel glanced sideways at her, "By the way, do you still have the purple handkerchief on you? It is said that there is a surprise at the end, where you will get the purple handkerchief. Only people have it."

"Surprise?" Belmode cast his gaze towards the center of the banquet hall, "After such a thing happened, can the memorial service continue to be held?"

"Probably...can't." Serabel couldn't deny it, "Just asking, maybe, is it on you?"

"Yes, of course."

This time, Belmode was not embarrassed, and he readily took out the purple handkerchief in his suit pocket and showed it in front of Serabel.

"Fine."

After confirming, Serabel withdrew her gaze.

He turned to glance in the direction of Kenzo Masuyama, and was surprised to find that the people around him seemed to have dispersed.

This is a good time to strike up a conversation.

Just when Serabel was about to turn around and leave.

At the same time, the Fifth Target playwright, who had been temporarily skipped because he went to the toilet, came back from outside at this time. He seemed to have just washed his hands and was wiping his hands with the purple handkerchief issued at the memorial service.

Ok?

Wait, purple handkerchief? !

In an instant, the last piece of the puzzle was put together, and Serabel's mind was like electricity.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Kenzo Masama in the distance, then suddenly turned his head to look at Belmode.

The Thousand-Faced Witch said nothing to this, she just raised the corners of her seductive lips and winked. ?

Chapter 204 The toilet is hell

One minute later, Serabel returned to Conan and Yukiko.

Seeing this guy coming back, Conan couldn't help but go up to him and ask questions.

"How about it, have you found out who Pisco is?"

"Um……"

Serabel shook the orange juice she had just received from the juice machine in the banquet hall not long ago, sniffing the aroma of the fruit and glanced at him.

"I've found it after looking for it, but what's more confusing now is what to do with the other party."

It's not that there is really no plan. The reason why Serabel said this was simply to explore the latter's tone.

As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Conan's voice rang out.

"Needless to say, of course I took advantage of the fact that the Mumu Police Department was still here to expose his crime in public..."

"Then the Megure Police Department will be dead."

Before he finished speaking, Serabel took over for him.

Conan was speechless on the spot.

Seeing that the boy stopped talking, Serabel took a sip of juice and continued.

"Even at that time, Miss Mingmei just wanted to take her sister out of the organization, but Ginjiu was on the kill list. Now if a high-level core member is arrested by the police, and the reason for the arrest is directly related to the organization's plan, guess what? Guess if Gin and his gang will stage a wave of sniping and interception at that time."

"This……"

You don’t need to think about it to know that this is the inevitable result.

Once the Mumu Police Department arrests Pisco here, without any exception, the Mumu Police Department will definitely die at the hands of the organization.

However, Serabel didn't expect him to come up with any decent plan, so she simply turned to Yukiko.

"Sorry, Sister Yukiko, I may not have time to take you back tonight. Can you take a taxi back later?"

"Oh, this is no problem. How about we go back now?"

Yukiko was very considerate and knew that Serabel had other things to do next, and even offered to leave first.

But Conan did not agree so easily.

"Wait a minute, tell me first what exactly do you want to do?"

"How to do it?"

Serabel was vague.

"Of course I have a good chat with him. Xiaozhi will be moved by reason and affection. By the way, I will ask him about organization-related matters."

"I said you don't mean to..."

Conan gritted his teeth and stared, trying not to say the last two words.