The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Dear guests, let us now appreciate the precious slides left behind by Director Sakamaki." The emcee of the memorial service stood on the stage holding a microphone and directed the waiters to turn off the lights in the venue.

In an instant, the huge venue went dark, leaving only a dim light shining on the stage, reflecting the contents of the slides.

Glenfiddich blinked and quickly adapted to the dark environment. He took out a lighter from his windbreaker, lit a cigarette lightly, and exhaled some smoke.

The faint light flickered in the pitch-black conference hall.

With his sharp eyesight, he noticed the tampering on the ceiling chandelier as soon as the lights went out.

On the chain connecting the crystal chandelier to the ceiling, there was a faint blue fluorescence.

Looking at Pisco who was aiming his gun in the dark, he walked around half a circle with interest and went behind a reporter who was operating a camera and was about to take a picture of the contents of the slide to prevent himself from being photographed.

As the shutter button was pressed, there was a "click" sound and a dazzling flash flashed across the room, attracting everyone's attention.

At the same time, a flash of fire suddenly appeared from the muzzle of the silencer pistol. Although Pisco covered the muzzle with a handkerchief distributed at the banquet to cover it up, it still could not escape Glenfiddich's eyes.

There was a crisp sound of shattering, and the glass collided with each other, producing an extremely disturbing noise. After the teeth-grinding friction, the crystal chandelier could no longer bear the weight and finally fell down completely, scattering fragments all over the ground. The faint light of the slide was reflected in the darkness, and there was a dreamy beauty in the haziness.

Pisco put away his gun as if nothing had happened, threw away the torn handkerchief, walked leisurely, turned on the lights and changed his position before everyone could react.

Glenfiddich has it all.

He looked at the photo taken by the reporter. Although it was a little overexposed, he could see a flash of fire in the person's raised hands from the outline of the back.

He sneered in his heart, this old guy is useless, the plan was messed up before it even started.

With this photo, no matter how useless the police are, there is no way they would treat this as a simple accident.

He casually stuck a small gadget on the camera. He lost interest in watching the show and turned around and left the venue without hesitation.

When everyone hurriedly turned on the lights in the venue and found Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi who was crushed to death under the crystal chandelier, he was no longer at the scene.

Following the tail end of those terrified screams, Glenfiddich walked down the stairwell. He was in a good mood, turning one step into two, and humming a little tune.

But when he was about to go down to the first floor, he suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

He vaguely smelled a familiar scent.

After concentrating, he finally heard a little suspicious movement in the silence.

It was the sound of a slight but rapid heartbeat.

Glenfiddich changed his pace and paced down the stairs, finally stopping in front of the cabinet in the corner that was used to store cleaning supplies.

There was no sound of breathing.

But my heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Curling the corners of his lips playfully, Glenfiddich slowly placed his hand on the cabinet door, his fingertips touching the steel, making a gentle tapping sound.

He could clearly feel that the heartbeat stopped for a moment.

With a delightful sense of satisfaction, Grunfiddi flung open the cupboard and saw the red figure huddled in the corner.

Haibara Ai's eyes behind her glasses were filled with despair and fear.

Glenfiddich's eyes first fell on her striking brown hair, and then on her face which was half hidden by black-framed glasses.

Finished!

Huibara Ai's face turned pale and she dared not move.

Glenfiddich knew exactly what she looked like when she was a child and would never be fooled by the idea of ​​becoming smaller.

Not only did this fail to help Kudo, but it also put himself in danger!

However, she was disheartened, and Glenfiddich did not take any action.

She turned her head hesitantly, and was about to take a sneak peek to see if he had a gun out to shoot her, or was about to call the organization, but something was stuffed into her mouth unexpectedly.

"Kid, please have some candy." Glenfiddich peeled a blueberry-flavored lollipop and put it into her mouth. The familiar blueberry fragrance spread in her mouth, and Huibara Ai unconsciously held it in her mouth.

This was so different from everything she had imagined, and she was stunned.

The Gryffindor in front of her was smiling, and it was different from all the smiles she remembered.

It was not the evil smile when bullying others, nor was it the crazy smile when playing with bombs.

It was the same purest smile that he had when he first met her. It softened her already gentle face and gave him a wonderful sense of security, just like when he fed her candy when she was a child.

Haibara Ai opened her eyes wide, her sapphire blue pupils flickering slightly.

"I had a child before," Grenfiddich said with a look of nostalgia, his tone uncertain, "Should I consider him my child?"

"She has similar hair to yours, and it's the same pretty color."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly lost the desire to continue, his smile faded a little, and his expression seemed a little regretful.

"Don't play hide-and-seek too late, go home early." He rubbed Haibara Ai's head, ruffling her brown hair, then straightened it out one by one and let go.

Without a trace of nostalgia, Glenfiddich walked down the stairs. The smoke followed the path of the windbreaker, dissipated into a confused tail, and finally returned to emptiness.

Haibara Ai stared at his back in a daze, holding the lollipop, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, she jumped out of the closet and continued to climb upstairs.

Ballroom.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Inspector Megure pushed through the crowd and came to the center of the banquet hall from among the guests. Next to the body crushed by the crystal chandelier, he took out his police officer ID to control the scene.

"I'm Megure from the Metropolitan Police Department. Please stay where you are and don't move to avoid disrupting the scene!"

Officer Takagi, who was following behind him, squatted beside the body, felt his pulse, and shook his head regretfully: "No, he's dead."

A bald man with a full beard named Sanping Yasuo said in surprise: "You guys came quite quickly!"

Inspector Megure glanced at him lightly: "Because someone called the police to inform them that there will be a murder here tonight."

Conan was stunned when he heard this. He was not sure whether the Haido Hotel was the target of the organization, so he did not contact the police. Who made this call?

Could it be Chiyo and the others?

Just as he was guessing this in his mind, a small hand quietly reached behind him and grabbed his sleeve.

Conan turned around in confusion, and when he saw the person coming, he exclaimed: "Habara? Why are you here?!"

"Shh." Huibara Ai raised her fingers to her lips, pulled him to a corner outside the crowd, and looked around vigilantly.

"I ran into Glenfiddich on my way here."

"What?!" Conan was shocked, "Then how did you avoid him?"

"Keep your voice down!" Huihara Ai gently pinched his arm. Who knows if there are other members of the organization here besides Grenfiddich? "Maybe it's because of these glasses that he didn't recognize me."

"This is not the point. The point is that Glenfiddich appears here, which means you have found the right place. The bomb is here." She took out her mobile phone and opened the distribution map that Chiyoko had sent her before.

"The signals here are blocked. We can't contact you. The distribution map analyzed by Chiyo can't be sent to your phone, so I had to send it myself."

"With this, you don't have to wander around here in the dark, right?" Huihara Ai handed him the phone.

"Of course!" Conan was overjoyed and quickly took the phone, "You are even better than Watson!"

However, it wasn't long before his brows furrowed tightly.

This distribution map is just an estimate, but the result of the estimate alone is enough to make people shocked.

"With this scale, are they crazy?" Conan's scalp tingled as he looked at the locations and equivalents of the bombs in the distribution map.

"Since a signal jammer is used here, Granfidi can't use remote detonation, so these bombs are most likely timed detonations." Haibara Ai analyzed.

"Glenfiddich has evacuated the building. There's a high chance the bomb is about to explode. We don't have much time left!"

"The most urgent thing is to convince Inspector Megure to evacuate the crowd." Conan gritted his teeth, but a murder just happened here, how could the police easily let go of the murder case and let the people at the scene go just because of a bomb that might be fictitious?

"Unless..." Haibara Ai narrowed her eyes and looked mysteriously at Conan's waist.

"Unless?" Conan was confused by her attitude.

"Unless there really is an explosion here."

Her words ignited Conan's inspiration. The method used by Kaito Kidd on the Elizabeth a few days ago reappeared before his eyes. He suddenly had an epiphany, grabbed Haibara Ai's shoulders, and his eyes lit up.

"You are such a genius Huiyuan!"

He quickly ran to an empty side hall, turned the knob on his belt, and released the super-sized football that the doctor had just invented.

Haibara Ai found a fruit knife in the front hall, handed it over, then ran away and covered her ears.

Conan also covered his ears with one hand, took a deep breath to prepare himself mentally, and stabbed the round inflatable football with the fruit knife in his hand.

Bang! !

A huge explosion was accompanied by a strong airflow, shaking the entire banquet hall. The startled guests looked around in confusion, and some of them even had a buzzing sound in their heads.

Conan suppressed the dizziness caused by the close-range explosion, hid in the crowd and took out his bow voice changer.

"Run, there's a bomb!"

"It must be a terrorist attack. Everyone run!"

"He won't be the only one to die soon!"

The voices changed several times in succession and flowed to different positions. The crowd was finally mobilized by this operation. The panic and blind obedience made most of the people scream and run out of the banquet hall.

"The effect is quite good." Haibara Ai covered her ears with her hands and walked up to tease him.

"Kaito Kidd's method is indeed effective." Conan grinned.

"But aren't you leaving? The bomb is about to explode." He couldn't help but ask when he saw Huibara Ai standing steadily in front of him with no intention of leaving.

"Anyway, you don't plan to follow the crowd, right?" Huibara Ai asked back.

Conan laughed dryly and pointed at the tragically dead body of Shigehiko Tunkou on the ground: "After all, a murder has happened. There is nothing we can do about it."

His expression became serious and he moved towards the body and began to examine it.

"When the bomb explodes, all possible clues will be destroyed. By then, whether it was an accident or a hidden secret, it will be too late and the truth will never be given to the victim."

"It's too cruel for a detective to watch the truth die, isn't it?"