"Congratulations to the Maori senior for getting a cross-country mountaineering bicycle!"
"I win—eh?"
Mouri Kogoro's cheers stopped abruptly, and he looked at Mio Tokiwa who was standing aside. His brain buzzed before he realized what he was doing.
The rules were changed just now. The person who loses the guessing game wins the grand prize.
Qin Zhibo reminded in a low voice at this time, "There is also a helmet..."
"Yes! Mori-senpai also has a helmet!"
After Tokiwa Mio finished speaking, Mouri Kogoro, who was frozen in place, softened and collapsed directly on the stage.
"dad!"
Mao Lilan rushed to the stage and helped Mao Li Kogoro's upper body, but Mao Li seemed unable to accept the blow for a while, with a stupid face and kept repeating in his mouth.
"My sports car..."
"My sports car..."×N
Conan, who wanted to be someone's son-in-law, had a smile on his face, a little gloating about his misfortune.
It seems that Uncle Maori's luck has run out...
But why did Qin Zhibo change the rules in advance? Is there any saying in this?
Could it be that you want Uncle Maori to let down his guard?
Conan speculated on Qin Zhibo's intentions, but Qin Zhibo had already been invited to the middle of the stage to deliver his acceptance speech.
Thinking that Mouri Kogoro was a little pitiful, Qin Zhibo stopped stimulating him and just said a few words and came down.
As soon as he came off the stage, Toru Amuro found Qin Zhibo.
"Teacher, the person who installed the bomb should be nearby and monitoring this place. It's better that we don't act rashly..."
Qin Zhibo nodded, "I know."
Toru Amuro looked at Qin Zhibo, a look of seriousness flashed on his face.
"teacher..."
After thinking about it for a while, Toru Amuro decided not to ask.
Qin Zhibo wanted to join the black organization. Toru Amuro knew about this, but the subsequent information has not been updated.
Was Qin Zhibo involved in Ginjiu's operation this time?
Did he discover those bombs by accident, or did he already know about them?
Also, why did he tell himself about the existence of the bomb? Obviously there is a famous Maori detective here who can discuss things...
Toru Amuro glanced in the direction of Mouri Kogoro and found that the famous detective's brain had shut down and he was slumped in a chair receiving care from Mouri Ran and Dr. Narumi.
Toru Amuro: "..."
The famous detective seems to be unreliable and can only turn the tide on his own.
"Teacher, I'm going to find a way to gather all the bombs first."
After saying that, Toru Amuro turned around and left again.
His status as a waiter was quite convenient in the venue. Under the pretext of checking the table, he could get under the tablecloth and pull out a bomb.
But with more than thirty tables, it will be busy for a while.
...
At the same time, the banquet is about to enter the next stage.
"Everyone, let me introduce the works of the most important guest tonight, our country's national guest-level Japanese painting master, Master Kisaragi Hosui."
The projection screen in front of the panoramic window slowly lowered, and exquisite paintings of Mount Fuji were played in the form of slides.
"Mr. Kisaragi is particularly fond of Mount Fuji. He has spent more than thirty years painting the majesty of Mount Fuji."
"Today, in order to celebrate the opening of the Twin Towers skyscraper of his student, Miss Tokiwa Mio, we are giving away a piece of his new work..."Fuji in the Spring Snow"!"
After the host finished speaking, the curtain behind him slowly opened, and the lights gathered on the stage background.
But as the curtain opens, what is revealed is not just a painting, but Mio Tokiwa who "ascends" to Mount Fuji.
Mouri Kogoro, who was slumped in his chair, woke up in one second and immediately ran onto the stage, instructing Secretary Sawaguchi to put the person down first and close the curtain at the same time.
Conan carefully checked the surroundings and found that Mio Tokiwa was suspended from the steel frame above the stage by a wire rope and was not "ascended".
Behind the curtain on the stage, there were only three people: Kisaragi Fengshui, Kazama Hidehiko, and Secretary Sawaguchi.
Another choice of three...
Qin Zhibo came to the stage and this time finally found the complete "symbol" next to Mio Tokiwa's body.
It's a small wine glass split in two, turned upside down on the volcanic ash. It looks like...
【Survey√】
[Symbol like a volcanic eruption]
...
Officer Megure, who had been squatting downstairs for several hours, finally heard the news from above and immediately called his men to take action.
"Someone is dead!"
"Come on!"
Several police officers stormed into the building legitimately, and this scene was captured by Vodka binoculars on the roof of the nearby municipal building.
"Brother, something seems to have happened inside the building, and the police suddenly took action."
Gin grabbed the binoculars from Vodka and watched as a group of police officers took the VIP sightseeing elevator and headed straight to the 75th floor.
"Brother, could it be that the bomb we planted was discovered?"
Vodka's guess was not unreasonable, and Gin quickly picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Hello? How's the situation over there?"
"Hello?"
"Hello!"
Qin Zhibo was busy solving the case and could not hear the intercom.
However, this made Gin immediately have wild thoughts. Could it be that that guy had rebelled?
Or was it that the guy wanted to get close to Shirley and was discovered and subdued?
Neither of these two situations is what Gin wants to see.
So Gin made a quick decision, and while the bomb remote control was still in his hand, he decided not to do anything.
Gin took out the remote control from his pocket with his left hand, pointed the signal transmission direction at the Twin Towers skyscraper, and hung his finger on the detonation button that symbolized the Sword of Damocles.
Destroy...everything!
Just when Gin was about to press the button, the phone in his pocket rang.
Gin didn't want to answer the call right away. He wanted to detonate the bomb in the building first.
But then I thought about it, it was possible that the "organization associate" contacted me by phone instead, so I had better answer it first.
"Hello?"
"Gin, I'm Belmode."
Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was a little unhappy, "If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly."
This woman always disturbs herself when she is about to do something important.
The last time Shirley was executed on the rooftop, if Belmode hadn't called at the critical moment, Shirley wouldn't have taken the opportunity to escape.
This time too.
If it weren't for the fact that her relationship with "that adult" didn't seem to be unusual, I would have long suspected that she was the "rat" lurking in the organization.
Belmode also heard that Gin was anxious, so he skipped the flirting part and asked, "Where are you on your mission now? What mission are you on?"
Gin's eyes sharpened, and his tone of voice became even more sinister and terrifying.
"Why are you asking about my whereabouts?"
Belmode knew that his position was not enough to make Gin open his mouth, nor could he seduce him, so he had no choice but to move out of the top position in the organization.
"That adult asked me to ask. You seem to have transferred a very large number of bombs from the equipment department recently..."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
