Academy City Temperature Control

Natsume Sonoko was still in a daze, but if she didn't pay attention, she found that the Conan kid next to her had already run to the hole to check it out.

"Really, this is so messy. There's not even a construction sign posted here." Mouri Kogoro rubbed his head and said angrily as he looked at the pothole in front of the car.

"This is not a trace of construction. Instead, it looks like a falling incident, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve this effect." Conan raised his head and looked at the tall buildings around him, compared the position and angle, but then shook his head.

The direction was right, but the impact was very abnormal, but looking at the amount of blood on the ground, the opponent's life was not in any danger.

Conan touched the blood on the ground and frowned. Natsume, who was waiting boredly in the car, also walked out at this time.

Just when Natsume Sonoko got out of the car, a man hiding in a corner in the distance, wrapped in a windbreaker, suddenly raised his head and rushed towards Natsume Sonoko with all his strength.

If you could see his back, you would find that the clothes on his back were all filled with torn holes, stone debris, and some scars.

As if she felt the gaze coming from somewhere, Natsume Sonoko just turned around, only to find that there was no one there at all.

A blood-red spike as majestic as a giant dragon rushed into the body of the man in the windbreaker, piercing through the opponent's body in an instant and hanging him directly in the air.

On the top floor of a five-story building, a man in a trench coat fell weakly to the ground, while opposite him were two men in suits with relaxed expressions.

"Do you still want to resist?"

A large amount of alienated tissue grew on the back of the man in the trench coat in front of him, like a strange organ. Before he could take action, he was stabbed again by blood-red spikes.

"Finish it and call it a day. It's been a nice and long business trip. Let's go have a drink."

"Don't be happy too early. If you stay in this troublesome time disorder for too long, you won't be able to laugh anymore."

"Why are you so pessimistic? Besides, there is no way to leave."

After staying in front of the pothole for a while, as the relevant responsible personnel arrived, the commercial vehicle started again.

Conan seemed a little unhappy, but he couldn't squeeze Sister Xiaolan's thigh.After about half an hour, the group finally arrived at the Rice Krispies Restaurant.

There is a huge promotional poster of Kogoro Mouri in the rice restaurant, and today’s theme is Kogoro Moori’s Mystery Mansion.

"Hmm, it's a mystery game where players will find a corpse in a maze-like mansion, and the Maori detective who happens to be in the mansion will give hints and solve the incident step by step."

In the corner of the hall, Sister Xiaolan introduced the content of the game with a smile, and a look of pride appeared on her face.

Conan rolled his eyes silently, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This is my first time going to this kind of game launch conference."

Natsume Sonoko on the side looked particularly excited. There were a large number of well-known and unknown game works here, some of which had never appeared in Academy City.

However, I have no interest in the mystery mansion of today's protagonist, Kogoro Moori.

"A lot of people?"

"That's natural. Almost all the prominent figures in the video game industry are here today."

There was a long queue at the item storage area. Mouri Kogoro's interest suddenly became higher and he couldn't help but feel proud.

After all, this is a game with Mouri Kogoro as its selling point.

"Mr Morley."

There was a call from behind, and Mouri Kogoro turned around and saw that it was also a Mantian staff member who had come to store his things. He was holding a suitcase with the Mantian logo in his hand.Mantiantian is the developer of this game.

"I am Hideaki Nakajima from Heaven, and I was the one who planned the video game in the detective mansion Kogoro Mori."

"Thanks to Mr. Mori, I have completed a great set of game software. I am very happy to invite Mr. Kogoro Mori to the event." Hideaki Nakajima said modestly.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sneer and disdain from around him.

Everyone's eyes moved over to take a look, and they found that two more Mantian employees were walking over, carrying suitcases to be stored in their hands. One of them sneered unceremoniously.

"Nakajima, you are really excellent. Rather than saying that this game software was planned by you, it is better to say that it was an idea stolen from me."

"I just mentioned it casually, but three days later you submitted the exact same project. You are just a genius who plagiarizes both work and women. Don't you think so? Takeshita."

The person who spoke was named Koji Ueda, and Hideaki Nakajima were both members of the Manten R&D Department.

"Indeed, it's just that it happened in college, and I have long forgotten it." Another Mantiantian employee nodded in agreement.

"I just pretend I didn't see what happened this time. I always feel that you are about to be cornered by the underground banks." A sneer appeared on Ueda Koji's face.

This tit-for-tat confrontation made Natsume Sonoko inexplicably concerned.

Appeared, the smell of the case.

Although his eyes were wide open, Natsume-san, who was usually only interested in reasoning, had basically booked the role of the background panel.

The storage of items has been completed. Since the game is still in the unreleased stage, electronic products such as mobile phones cannot be brought in and must be handed over to the staff for safekeeping.

There was a little accident midway. Three Mantiantian employees carrying the same suitcase cut in the queue, causing the queue to be delayed by a full minute.

Natsume-san seemed to be very interested in the nearby video games. Natsume-san, who was still paying attention to the case at first, soon became immersed in the video games at the venue.

He controls the game character in his hand, rotates 360 degrees in the air, and knocks his chin to directly knock the opponent away.

The opponents around him kept changing, and soon a little devil with eyes stood beside him.

Up and down, up and down, BABA, a set of combos as fierce as a tiger, the character controlled by Xiao Guitou screamed in mid-air, and by the time it hit the ground, half of its health was gone.

Control the joystick and make a powerful charge, completely killing your opponent.

The whole person was completely immersed in it. When he came back from the video game, he was awakened by a huge explosion sound.

Thick smoke billowed from the direction of the toilet, the scene became shrouded in mist, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

Somewhat dissatisfied, he put down the controller and quietly used his ability to blow away the smoke and dust in the venue, and his vision finally became clear.

"Damn it, the clue is broken again here, just a little bit."

A few minutes ago, Conan saw a suspicious-looking man in black at the venue, and he also took away the suitcases stored by Mantiantian employees in the storage area.

At first, he just thought he was acting suspiciously, but unexpectedly found out on the phone that the other party was a member of the black organization, codenamed Tequila.

"Conan, what are you doing here?"

Breaking through the mist, Natsume Sonoko, who was full of curiosity, saw Conan squatting in front of the toilet with a look of reluctance. He seemed to be holding a black shoe in his hand.

"It's nothing, Sister Yuanzi."

Conan fully demonstrated his extraordinary acting skills. His originally unwilling expression became calmer, and then he showed an innocent smile like a child.

The perimeter has been cordoned off, and Natsume Sonoko followed Conan boredly. Not far away were police officers who were investigating the scene.

The person in charge of the case was the Investigation Section [-] of the Criminal Department. Officer Mumu stood solemnly at the scene of the crime, listening to the report of the explorer.

"The specific identity of the victim is still unclear because the body has been completely blown to pieces."

Chapter 85 Clues to the Black Organization

"Conan, I just noticed that there is a footprint on your clothes?"

Following Conan around quietly, Natsume Sonoko pointed to a light footprint on the chest of Conan's clothes with some concern and said.

"I was kicked by an uncle just now. In fact, I was also at fault."

Conan showed an innocent expression, obviously not willing to get entangled in such a trivial matter, and casually brushed off the dust on his clothes.

"Is that so, is he the person in the toilet who was blown up by explosives?" Natsume Sonoko guessed.

"Haha, why did you guess so accurately?" Conan's eyelids rolled down slightly, feeling a little speechless.

Natsume Sonoko looked at Conan's expression and immediately realized, no wonder that man was so miserable, it turned out that he kicked Conan.

Standing not far from the toilet where the crime occurred, I saw the little ghost Conan running in quickly.

Natsume-san was a little hesitant. To be honest, she was a little afraid to go in.

According to the police, the scene inside was so tragic that it might be hard to eat. Only a key and a Mantian sign bent from the inside were found inside.

That is to say, a little devil like Conan has no scruples.

"I still won't go in. I didn't see Uncle Maori today."

I remember when I used to watch Conan, every time I concentrated on guessing the murderer in front of the TV, Kogoro Mouri would come out to eliminate a wrong option.

After squeezing out the spectators and returning to the venue, the game conference was interrupted due to arrangements by the police.However, due to the storage of items, the exit speed is much slower.

One after another, people received their stored items and stayed where they were, waiting for further guidance from the police.

At the corner, Natsume Sonoko saw Mouri Kogoro lying on the ground. His face was a little gray and he seemed to be in a very bad mental state.

Hey, I saw Uncle Maori in full swing just now, but now are the side effects of alcohol coming back?

With his hands in his pockets, his bangs covering a little of the frame of his glasses, and a solemn expression on his face, Conan, the little devil, has come out of the toilet and is now standing in the corner observing the crowd.

"I am the head of the Investigation Section [-]. Now please listen carefully. The police suspect that there are explosives at the scene, so please go back first. However, if anyone finds someone who looks like the bomb suspect, please contact the police immediately."

Officer Megure stood in front of the crowd, directing the crowd's evacuation.

"No, we must not let everyone go back, otherwise we will never be able to find out who the prisoner is." Conan gritted his teeth and looked at the crowd who were preparing to evacuate with some reluctance. His eyes silently shifted to the side to Maori, who was in a bad state due to drinking. On Kogoro.

"Damn it, we already have clues about the prisoner, but now we can only borrow my uncle's body."

As if he had made a decision, Conan did not hesitate. The watch-type anesthesia gun sniper interface appeared, and a sniper crosshair appeared.

"Officer Megure, we can't let everyone go back yet."

A powerful male voice resounded throughout the venue. This male voice was rich, confident and serious, like a real detective.

"What? According to our investigation, the other party may be an unspecified bombing suspect. There may be an undetonated bomb stored somewhere in the venue." Officer Megure seemed a little resistant and did not support Kogoro Mori. infer.

"Is this really so? But I think that there was no bomb installed in this hotel at the beginning, but the prisoner had a fixed target to kill and put the bomb in that person's suitcase. Therefore, it must not be allowed When the guests go back, the prisoner must be among these people."

Hiding in a hidden corner, Conan was holding a small bow tie in his hand, but if you look closely, you can see that this is actually a delicate voice-changing device.

In the corner, Natsume-san moved quietly. Ever since he heard Uncle Mouri's reasoning voice, goosebumps had risen all over his body.

Has the legendary sleeping Kogoro Mouri appeared?

Uncle Maori seemed to have a magical power, and everyone's attention was attracted to him, but no one noticed Conan who was hiding a meter or two behind him.

"Could it be that, Brother Maori, you already know who the prisoner is?"

"We already have clues about the criminal, but before that, we still need to confirm the contents of a certain item, and the suspect will automatically admit it."

Natsume-san listened to her reasoning, but her eyes kept looking for Conan's location, but strangely, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find Conan's location.

But after just using his abilities a little bit to explore some abnormalities in the surrounding heat, a simple heat distribution map appeared in his brain.

At a certain location less than a few meters away from everyone, a little Conan kid was found hiding.

"Does Conan also have abilities, similar to Shigefuku-san's visual impairment?"

If this is the case, Natsume Sonoko feels that Conan's abnormality goes far beyond this. From some aspects, dying wherever he goes is actually a weird ability.

It's just that I don't know if this ability to die wherever I go will have any effect on people with abilities like Natsume Sonoko.

Natsume-san had no intention of interrupting Conan's reasoning. Someone just kicked Conan and was blown to pieces inexplicably.

The best way to deal with death is to preserve evidence.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, found an angle where Conan could not easily see him, and silently turned on the camera function.

"Then please ask Mr. Nakajima, the suitcase that I have been holding tightly in my hands since I got it back, to open it and show it to everyone."

The moment he opened the suitcase, a Mantian employee named Takeshita fell to the ground holding his head in fear, but only a pile of money fell out of the suitcase.

"Now, the truth is revealed. Mr. Takeshita, you are the suspect."

"Maoli, what on earth is going on?"

"Because he knew that the suitcase would explode. Judging from the Mantian badge found at the scene, the bomb was never installed in the hotel, but placed in the suitcase."

“…”

"The target of the explosion has always been Mr. Nakajima. By exchanging the number plate of the item storage place, the box containing the bomb can be delivered to Mr. Nakajima without anyone noticing."

"The reason why the victim is another person is because Mr. Nakajima also exchanged boxes with other people. The suitcase in Mr. Takeshita's hand was the one that Mr. Nakajima originally planned to trade and was found at the scene. The key, I guess, matches this suitcase."

"I see."

Natsume-san suddenly realized that this was the truth.But then Conan's question became a bit puzzling.

"Then Mr. Nakajima, who was not killed because of good luck, will almost enter the theme of the case."

"Who is the tall man in black who traded with you just now? If the transaction is ruined this time, people from that group will definitely come looking for you. The best thing to do is seek police protection."

The confident voice became stern, leaving no room for Mr. Nakajima to defend himself.

"I really don't know anything! It's just that I met them at the same place, on the top floor of the Mihua Dahei Building, in a bar called Cocktail."