Conan and I start the hell-level main line

On the first floor of the hotel, Yitelin helped Tian Weixing out of the elevator. Hey, do you want to ask why the elevator can still be used even though Vermouth has turned off the power?

……

Shortly after Vermouth left, Hennessy, who was mixed in with the crowd rushing out from the inner hall, spotted Vermouth in the vast crowd at a glance. Although she was disguised, her unique aura so similar to his own could not be mistaken. At this time, someone in the crowd reported that the elevator seemed to be out of order.

Some tourists who wanted to go upstairs to rest found that the elevator did not respond no matter how they pressed the buttons. Hennessy clicked his tongue speechlessly.

If the elevator is turned off, if someone enters the power room for this kind of thing and finds the things installed inside, that would be terrible. It's not thoughtful at all.

At this time, reports from Jäger and Xueguo were heard in the headphones. McAllen killed a BND with a long-range sniper. Yitelin, Hengqiao and Tianweixing all ran away, and the plan failed.

The most critical terminal network control was completely lost because the equipment was destroyed. Hennessy realized that the organization could not stay here any longer.

Hennessy struggled to squeeze through the crowd and entered the underground floor where the power room was located, and turned on the power of the elevator to restore it to normal.

Cointreau also came over, and just now, Rum ordered everyone to retreat.

Hennessy nodded, and a different kind of light flashed in his dark circles. He knew very well in his heart that there was no way he would leave Fu Huashi.

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Back to the topic

Due to the death of Secretary Takata, the entire Fantasy Park is leaderless and without unified coordination. It is no exaggeration to say that it is now in chaos.

Only Officer Nakamori was left, and he, together with Suzuki Jirokichi and several bodyguards, maintained order at the scene. Although we all regarded Officer Nakamori as a clown, we have to admit that as a police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, he has a sense of responsibility towards the people.

As for Suzuki Jirokichi, his main purpose was to protect the Dark God Crow and his family, Sonoko, and her friends as a bonus. . .

"Mr. Yitelin, what's wrong with you?" Officer Nakamori exclaimed when he saw Yitelin and Tian Weixing coming out of the elevator.

Suzuki Jirokichi also looked over when he heard the noise. He was equally confused. How could a reality show last an entire afternoon and then the cold, solemn and gentle Itelin had half of his face covered in blood? What on earth happened? ! !

"Mr. Itlin, I'll call an ambulance to take you to the hospital." Suzuki Jirokichi knew that this man was too famous and too important to countries around the world. If something happened to him in Japan, it would definitely make Japan the target of public criticism, and it would be difficult to explain.

Yi Telin waved his hand, rejecting Suzuki Jirokichi's kindness, and then said to Tian Weixing: "No, Tianwei, let's go find Superintendent Inoue first."

"Yeah, cough cough." Tian Weixing nodded. He also felt pain on his body. Gin was very ruthless. It was impossible to fight him without fighting hard.

Alas, I am old after all...

Tian Weixing glanced at the crowd vaguely, trying to find the person he liked the most, but he didn't find anyone. Forget it. In the future, I actually hope that you can replace me.

You have the same faith and ability as your friends.

Officer Nakamori: "Really? Mr. Itlin, and the body of the person next to you?"

Yi Telin said calmly: "No need."

Yitelin thought of something again and looked at Suzuki Jirokichi. There was really no other way out in the current situation. "Mr. Suzuki, I will now entrust you with the authority of the top administrator of Fantasy Park on behalf of the Karasuma Group. I hope you can stabilize the current situation of Fantasy Park."

"Please at least maintain stability until tonight, please." Yitelin said the last sentence and took a deep breath. Secretary Takada is dead, and now the matter can only be handed over to outsiders.

"Let's go." After Yi Telin finished his instructions, he and Tian Weixing left quickly, but Suzuki Jirokichi hadn't reacted yet. The change in time in one afternoon was too big, and it was a big shock to him.

"Mr. Yitlin, wait..."

Can you just give the authority of the highest administrator of Fantasy Park? After all, Karasuma Group is a large Japanese company. Shouldn't the chairman of Karasuma Group decide this?

Mr. Itlin can actually exercise such power directly on behalf of the chairman of the Karasuma Group. This... Suzuki Jirokichi always feels as if he has seen something, a secret that he cannot understand at all now.

The fog is still there.

Walking into the Fantasy Park, all the tourists have come out now. Some tourists who really want to relieve stress and vent their emotions have entered the Fantasy Park to play and shop. Of course, the fragrance is hard to stop.

The gate to the Fantasy Park was blocked again, but since the gate had been blown down during the day, there was no so-called gate after the cleanup, and naturally there were no restrictions. Yitelin and Tianweixing squeezed in without any trouble.

Of course, the main reason was that Yitelin's appearance revealed his identity. He was an idol in front of the tourists and was immediately overjoyed. He wanted to tell them about the grievances he had just suffered, but he still consciously made way for him.

However, everyone was surprised, worried, and puzzled about Yitelin’s current situation, but Yitelin no longer cared about what they said.

"Mr. Yitelin, are you okay?" Tian Weixing was always concerned about his health.

Yitelin smiled slightly, "It's not a big problem for me, thank you."

Then, his eyes suddenly turned cold, an arc of light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing his detective's arrogance and confidence, as if he had seen through everything. This change made Tian Weixing feel that something was wrong.

"Mr. Yitlin..."

"We have enough evidence, let's start closing in..."

……

"Uncle, are you okay? Don't move. I'll bandage you first."

In the darkness, there seemed to be a young but mature male voice ringing in his ears, which made his already tired body a little more awake.

He opened his eyes a little and his vision gradually focused. In front of him was a little boy wearing glasses who took out a roll of bandage from his pocket and bandaged him. Circles of white cloth were wrapped around his eyes. He could feel the wetness on his cheeks, and then the pain and itchiness that went beyond the skin and directly touched the muscles.

Tianshangxing was not dead. He fell in front of a door, with his back against the wall. The blood flowing from his head soaked half of his arm. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

"It was you... who saved me." Tianshangxing said weakly. The severe pain in his head made his brain dizzy and his speech slurred.

But Conan had perfect pitch and still understood what was said. He smiled and said, "I guess so. Uncle, how did you fall from the building?"

What Conan didn't say was that he happened to be peeking from below and found Tianshangxing falling from a tall building. Eager to save him, he rushed over and used his football belt to continuously inflate a football into an air cushion, and caught Tianshangxing. However, the building was too high, and this was not a professional product, so the impact caused Tianshangxing to be injured.

It’s just that his physique is strong enough and he will be fine after fainting for a while. He is worthy of being an agent.

Tianshangxing did not answer. Although this child was his savior, to be fair, he could not pull him in and could only remain silent.

Tianshangxing touched his head. If he hadn’t discovered something was wrong in time, he would have died.

Having escaped death, I hope fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.

"Thank you..." Tianshangxing didn't like to talk much, but he was sincerely grateful to the kid because he could still continue fighting.