The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Curly and fluffy chestnut-colored short ear-length hair, neatly coiled around the cheeks. At first glance, it does look a bit like...

...What a fart!

Suppressing the twitching at the corner of his mouth, Tangze once again felt that his ability to control expressions was severely challenged.

Gin, brother Gin, can you take a closer look?

You are a sniper, right? You are indeed a sniper, right?

We snipers can have other problems, but we can't be blind, right?

Is this Miyano Shiho? ah? It makes more sense if you think of me as Shirley, okay?

With your eyesight level, can you really avoid hitting the wrong person with a sniper?

——Oh, he was presumptuous, Gin would really hit the wrong person.

Karasawa watched the squinting Suzuki Ayako wrapping her arm around her fiancé's arm. She was chatting in a low voice with Tomizawa Yuzo next to her in a panic, gritting her teeth secretly.

Yuanzi is just asking for it. You let down her hair and style her hairstyle. She has big eyes and a face with oval seeds. From a distance, she does look similar.

But Suzuki Ayako, with her narrow eyes and slender face, looks very different from her sister!

It's just that I let my hair down and cut some of it, giving it a sophisticated hairstyle. Gin, that's really why you thought Miyano Shiho was here, right? Are you sober?

"Huh? Did you find anything, brother Akechi?" Seeing that his gaze was fixed in a certain direction, the Memu Police Department who walked up to him couldn't help but glance in that direction.

Compared to Ayako Suzuki, who was standing in the corner with an uneasy expression, the Megure Police Department saw at a glance the music producer with long hair and avant-garde clothing, and Kenzo Masakiyama, who had wrinkles on his face and white hair and beard.

The Mumu Police Department immediately became alert and moved closer to the police officers who were conducting inquiries, listening to the answers of these guests.

"It must be just an accident, right?" Naoya Tarumi, a musician with long hair and shawl hair, pushed up the glasses on his face and was very dissatisfied with the current situation. "We can't rule out the possibility that the crystal lamp fell due to aging, leading to the death of the politician, right? I think you have very weak reasons for detaining us all in a banquet hall where people are dying.”

"But, we received a tip..." Takagi Sheba stopped him to prevent him from stirring up the emotions of the guests.

"Then before investigating us, we should first find out the identity of the informant, right?" Masuyama Kenzo interjected, "Maybe he is the murderer himself?"

"How is that possible? It must be just a prank or a threat, right? Councilor Tunkou's recent case has been very controversial, and he seems to have received a lot of threatening letters..." The host frowned deeply.

"Hmph..." The businessman next to him sneered, "So, you can't do bad things, or you will be punished."

The eyes of the Memu Police Department swept over several people one by one, turned back to look at Goro Akechi, who was still staring at this side, and began to ponder.

Conan, who couldn't get close to the corpse, was scanning the group of people one by one.

He lowered his head, unfolded the handkerchief, and looked at the violet cloth carefully, thoughtfully.

Shortly after he heard the strange noise, the cloth floated to his head.

Is it really just a coincidence...?

At this moment, in this venue that was heavily blocked by the police, there were three code-named members from the organization, indifferently watching every move of everyone in the venue.

The enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we cannot let them escape easily.

He clenched the fabric in his hand, remembering the purple handkerchief that joker signed and took away when he entered...

He rolled his eyes and took advantage of his height to quietly walk through the crowd and toward the front desk.

He had to check who had received the purple handkerchief...

"In short, Interpreter Tun was hit by a falling lamp and died." The female writer Minoko Nanjo pushed up her glasses, "If this is really a murder, in the darkness, the crystal lamp must hit the target accurately. , is a very difficult thing. It is only possible that the lamp was tampered with in advance... At present, no matter whether it is the dropped crystal lamp or the remaining part of the ceiling, there are no similar traces, right? I think, It is too early for you to conclude that this was a murder."

"Yes, can you investigate clearly as soon as possible and let us leave quickly?" The man next to him agreed.

This memorial service was quite large, and it was filled with celebrities and wealthy businessmen. It can be said that they are the group of people who are most afraid of suddenly dealing with the police and the media.

When I heard someone arguing with the police, everyone responded positively.

"Yes, you have no right to detain us."

"If you have any questions, you can contact my lawyer later. You have no right to ask me to cooperate."

At this moment, Conan ran to the door of the banquet hall and said in an innocent child's voice that he wanted to go to the toilet. The policemen guarding the door looked at the child who was not even waist high and opened the door a crack.

Immediately, intense spotlights and loud shouts came from the corridor outside.

"Congressman Tunkou died at the banquet. Is this true?"

"I heard it was an accident. How is the situation now?!"

"What are the details of the accident, were there any other casualties?"

"Please answer!"

No matter when the police arrive, the dedicated members of Kexue Media will always be on the front line of the case.

The shutters and flashes kept ringing, causing Tangze, who was standing in midfield, to raise his hands and cover his face.

"These dog-nosed things..." Karasawa clearly heard Nanjo Mikao, who was standing not far away, snap his tongue impatiently, "It's going to be troublesome to go back now."

"Please don't break into the scene! The scene is still under lockdown!" The police officer blocking the door resisted the pressure of the flow of people and held the door tightly. "Please step back!"

Gritting his teeth and squinting his eyes, Conan raised his arms to cover his glasses, and walked out with difficulty under the bright light.

Let’s take a look at the roster first... It just so happens that all the guests are still locked up inside the venue. This is a good time to compare and filter.

Everyone's attention was focused on the opened door.

Kenzo Masuyama frowned and watched the little boy wearing glasses squeeze into the crowd of reporters. He didn't feel anything was wrong. He closed his eyes and rested for a few seconds irritably, then turned his head.

Tangze watched Conan's back as he moved forward without hesitation. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but glance at Belmod who was standing on the sidelines.

Belmode was also looking in the direction in front of the door. The assistant beside her was talking to her continuously, but she had no intention of answering.

She just stared blankly as Conan's shadow cast by the light stretched on the marble floor, then disappeared as he disappeared into the crowd, and slowly smiled.

Did you recognize this?

Should I say she is too sharp...or should I say she has the eyesight of a mommy fan?

Forget it, it wouldn't be a big problem to recognize him. In order to protect Conan, she could endure Miyano Shiho with gritted teeth. Even if she discovered his identity, there would be no danger.

It would be fine as long as Huihara Ai doesn't get involved this time.

There was no way that what Ginjiu saw was Huihara Ai, who was still a child now.

With Gin's weird facial blindness, even if he bumped into him head-on on the street, he wouldn't have given a second glance to this kid whose legs were not as long as his.

As long as Hui Yuan Ai doesn't really come over, then maybe...

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, Tang Ze glanced at the crowd's eyes when he looked back, and caught another little maroon shadow.

Um?

Good news, no sun

Bad news, 40 degrees 5