Conan and I start the hell-level main line

When Conan and his companions walked out of the hotel, they finally saw a scene they had never seen before, a real sea made of people.

The crowds were crowded, scrambling for space, trying madly to get into the Fantasy Park. The ticket sellers and security guards were even busier than yesterday, greeting the endless stream of tourists with sweat on their foreheads.

Not to mention the parking lots on the ground and underground next to it, which almost make full use of the limited space. If you don’t tell me, you would think it is a large car warehouse.

"Oh my god, this is too exaggerated..." Natsume's jaw dropped to the ground. At first glance, he thought it was a zombie siege. There must be tens of thousands of people in the whole fantasy park.

"When will I, the famous detective Mouri Kogoro, be so famous again..." Mouri Kogoro looked at it with envy and sighed.

"It took him 30 years to build his fame. Mr. Mori still has a lot of work to do." Ryuzaki Songxing laughed and touched Kogoro Mori's shoulder.

The rational Yuan Xijiu carefully observed the situation around him and said, "As far as I know, Yi Telin is only 43 years old this year, one year older than you, Mr. Ryuzaki. It's amazing that he became a detective at the age of eleven."

Yuan Tai got carried away after a slight comparison, "We became detectives at the age of seven. We are even better than this Yishelin. We will definitely be more famous in the future, hahahaha!"

"It's Itlin. Excuse me for being blunt, but you detectives are still too watered down." Natsume Xing was not discouraged. They had never received professional training and had too little practical experience. Most of the time they relied on Conan for help. They were not capable enough and could not withstand the storm.

But, at your age, you can solve cases with Conan. You have the potential. With time, you may really become a real helper to Conan.

Natsume Xing smiled slightly and said, I still have confidence in you.

"Really? Haha, we will try our best to learn from Conan." As the smartest of the five little ones, Mitsuhiko was naturally aware of his identity as a half-bottle of vinegar and smiled modestly.

(But I was more in awe of Teacher Natsume. Who would want to be scolded in front of a teacher?)

Natsumehoshi: "It's almost time, we should go. We have the ID of Fantasy Park, so we don't have to wait in line."

Maori Kogoro glanced at Naliang jokingly, "Are you going to queue up stupidly this time~"

Naliang: Stop teasing us.

The protagonists were very excited, but Ryuzaki Songxing was not excited at all. In comparison, he was extremely depressed because...

"Um... we don't have an ID for Wonderland, so we have to wait in a long line?!"

Natsume Xing rarely found an opportunity to fight back, so he imitated Kaito and smiled slyly, raised an eyebrow, "Then you better hurry up, we're leaving first, sorry to bother you~"

After that, it was Natsume's turn to leave quickly, holding Conan's hand. If you go too late, there will be no good seats. The others had no choice but to smile at the miserable Ryuzaki Song and follow him. Of course, they didn't have to queue up if they had ID.

"Hey, wait for me!" Long Qi Song Xing stretched out his hand and shouted with a frustrated look on his face, but unfortunately, no one responded.

Until the figures of the protagonists disappeared, leaving only Long Qi Song Xing standing at the door, feeling the desolate and mysterious breeze, with a gloomy face.

But when Long Qi Song Xing raised his head again, his expression was completely different. It was a deep sneer that belonged only to Hei Fang, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he finally didn't need to pretend anymore.

"Lord Hennessy, what is the next plan?" Sima Xin took out a black robe from somewhere and put it on, squinting his eyes and asked seriously.

Long Qi Song Xing, no, now he should be called Hennessy, seemed to have everything under control, and said: "Notify Black Russia, Baileys, Jagermeister, and Snow Country, we should take action."

Sidecar, Cointreau nodded, "Understood."

……

In the central square of Fantasy Park, a large venue for interviews and autograph sessions has been built. Yesterday when Kidd wanted to steal the Dark Raven, he looked from the intersection and saw that it was not there yet. It was completed overnight. I have to thank the staff who stayed up late and worked so hard last night.

I would especially like to thank Mr. Amuro for his hard work.

(“A-choo! Who’s talking about me?” Amuro Toru looked at you outside the screen in confusion.)

"Don't push me, please be orderly..."

"Move aside, move aside, it's really too crowded here."

"Who stepped on my foot? Can you be more civilized?"

"That idiot stuck his middle finger in my nostril." (Something weird seems to have sneaked in.)

The protagonists finally managed to get out of the crowd, because they were VIPs of the fantasy park, and Secretary Takada gave them a special seat, but it was not much better, because quantitative change affects qualitative change, and when there are too many people, no matter how good the place is, it is useless.

"At least there's a place where I can see the venue, so it's not too bad." Conan breathed a sigh of relief. He almost couldn't squeeze in and was half disappointed, but luckily he was given a chance.

The situation now is like watching a football game, with fans gathering in the stands, waiting for the players to enter. The time is a bit torturous, and the expectation value is about to reach its limit and is about to explode.

But Natsumehoshi was not like Conan and Naraki. Instead, she remained calm and observed her surroundings with her peripheral vision hidden from everyone, so that she would notice any slight movement.

Since there was an assassination last night, there will definitely be one today.

Wait... what is that?!

Natsume Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and he indeed discovered a sniper.

Inside the hotel, Chianti, wearing a baseball cap that covered his face, walked past the staff calmly and entered the elevator. Gin's voice came from Chianti's headphones.

"Cohen is ready, you should hurry up too."

Chianti: “Understood.”

In the Porsche 356A parked in the parking lot, the sunlight outside shone into Gin's dim car, and the light focused on Gin's gloomy face. Vodka was holding a computer, receiving messages from various departments of the action team and the comprehensive team.

Gin lit a cigarette, his dark green eyes exuding murderous intent from under the brim of his hat, staring coldly in the direction of the entrance, smoke wafting across his gloomy eyes.

At this moment, the scene seemed particularly quiet. Gin didn't speak, and Vodka didn't speak either. Time seemed to stand still. They quietly watched as several shadows gradually appeared beyond the horizon.

A dark light flashed in Gin's eyes, "Here it comes."

In the central square, some people with special abilities, such as the ability to manipulate money, received the news first and shouted excitedly. The news spread like wildfire.

"Itlin is coming! Itlin is coming!!"

Natsume Hoshi: Is it finally here? After so many chapters of preparation, what kind of person are you?

Outside the Fantasy Park, a convoy of cars arrived at the parking lot in an orderly manner. Secretary Takada had been waiting here early at the request of the Karasuma Group.

Welcome distinguished guests!

In the front Lamborghini, Yitlin adjusted the silver-blue tie under his black suit, opened his brown-gray eyes, sharp and calm, and looked solemnly at Secretary Takata.

"Thank you very much."

Secretary Takada was flattered. It was his first time meeting such a high-level figure, but his years of professional experience allowed him to adapt quickly. He stretched out his hand and bowed.

"Mr. Yitlin, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please."

Yitelin nodded, with the solemn and elegant smile under his moustache unchanged, opened the car door, walked down, and stood on the land of Fantasy Park.

Secretary Takada was about to say something when Yi Telin suddenly retreated back into the car and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

! ! ? Before the others could figure out what was going on, a bullet pierced Secretary Takata's forehead and shot towards Itlin. The bullet pierced the glass on the car window, passed in front of Itlin, and finally hit the opposite door, leaving a black bullet hole.

Everything happened too suddenly. People who were not in the know had no idea of ​​the situation. Assassination could happen at any time the moment Yitlin stepped into this place.

Yitelin sat calmly in his seat. The trajectory of the bullet was almost clearly visible, and it was aimed at him. However, he was still fearless, as if he had guessed it long ago. He opened his eyes, as if he was looking at an opponent who was equal to him from a distance. In front of him was a chess game, a contest between red and black.

"Come on, but it's not the last moment yet. I can't die yet."

On the hotel building, Chianti angrily slammed the floor, his hands shaking.

"Outrageous! Is this guy used to being assassinated? He retreats as soon as he goes out. I didn't expect that what Rum said was actually true."

In the parking lot, Gin said coldly with a gloomy face: "Evacuate immediately, the public security police will soon look for you along the trajectory."

Chianti: “Got it.”

Gin hung up the phone and looked coldly at the map of Fantasy Park in Vodka's hand. Cohen had already targeted the venue, and there were many assassinations waiting for him.

"Hmph, we'll see."