Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 846 Interlude (Two-in-One)

As the music reached its climax, time seemed to stand still.

The crystal chandelier in the dome slowly dimmed.

At one moment, Akiba Reiko on the stage suddenly uttered a high-pitched note, plunging the entire hall into darkness, with all the light focused on the stage and on the musicians.

They either closed their eyes or looked at each other, with light smiles on their lips.

On the second-floor stands, Pu Hejiang smiled.

As soon as the high note appeared, Kazuki Domoto pressed the black button on the top row of keys. Each black button was connected to a detonator. The first beam had just been detonated, and there were still twenty-three more to go.

When all twenty-four beams explode, the concert hall will completely lose its load-bearing capacity, and the scattered smaller beams will not be able to support the dome of the entire concert hall.

Then the dome will crash down like a pot lid, burying this ridiculous organ concert.

For the sake of Kazuki Domoto and their own piano dreams, the two have worked together for so many years.

But when the other party decided to give up the piano and switch to the organ two years ago, this outcome should have been taken into consideration.

"Domoto Kazuki, since you like the pipe organ, then be buried with it."

Beside Pu and Jiang, all the staff and substitutes wore smiles, attentively appreciating everything below, completely unaware of what would happen next.

Suddenly, Chigusa Lala stood up.

"What do you want to do?"

"A staff member next to Chigusa Lala asked."

What happened today left Qiancao Lala feeling very disappointed, and the staff were worried that she might do something rash.

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back."

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

The staff member, also a woman, gently patted the back of her hand and said with concern, "What happened today..."

"You don't need to tell me, I know. I just suddenly felt a bit unwell in my stomach and wanted to go outside for some peace and quiet."

"Ok."

The concert hall was almost completely dark, and no one could see what expression Chigusa Lala had on her face.

She slowly groped her way out and came to the corridor.

The full moon provided some brightness to the corridor, illuminating her expressionless face. If anyone saw her face, they would surely see a raging fire in her sharp gaze.

"Tonight, I will make you disappear from this world."

Chigusa Lala muttered to herself as she walked down the stairs.

But she didn't notice that as she spoke, a small figure was staring intently at her from the recessed part of the corridor behind her.

"Chigusa Lala, she seems to be a soprano trainee, what is she planning to do?"

Conan did not accept Frank's offer and stayed outside instead.

I happened to see Chigusa Lala during the patrol.

Judging from the other person's expression, things didn't look good.

"Could she be an outsider at the distillery, or is she Vermouth herself?"

The thought of this possibility made Conan quicken his pace as he followed them downstairs.

At this moment, everyone was gathered in the hall, and there was not a single person on the first floor. Chigusa Lala quickly crossed the corridor and entered a room.

Upon seeing the sign for the lounge at the entrance, Conan immediately became interested.

Taking advantage of the moment before the other party closed the door, he slipped inside and immediately ran into the bathroom next door.

Chigusa Lala didn't notice what was happening behind her, nor did she realize that there were other people wandering around outside besides her at this time. She walked straight to the dressing table.

This is her room. Every performer here, including substitutes, has their own room.

"Damn Akiba Reiko, I'll make sure you die a horrible death! And Domoto Kazuki, once I'm famous, I'll find a way to ruin your reputation."

She vented her emotional stress while rummaging through her suitcase.

A whole bunch of things fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fortunately, the room was well soundproofed, and you couldn't hear anything from outside.

Conan peeked out, wanting to see if Chigusa Lala had any connection to the brewery.

“Haha, I found it.”

Chigusa Lala pulled a black handgun from a hidden compartment in her suitcase. The heavy, cold feel of it made her face flush, as if she could already imagine herself shooting Akiba Reiko to death.

The woman in the black robe said that all she had to do was fire the gun, and someone would help cover up the crime.

Originally, she didn't believe it and didn't intend to do it, but the charade between Domoto Kazuki and Akiba Reiko made her extremely angry.

Xia Chuan's expression was still vivid in my mind; it clearly showed distrust and disdain.

"Click, click, click."

As bullets were loaded into the magazine, there was definitely tension, but Chigusa Lala actually felt a slight sense of pleasure!
"Just you wait, Akiba Reiko. After I kill you, I will become a soprano just like you. Without you in my way, I will be the strongest!"

"is it?"

She was feeling smug when she suddenly heard a voice behind her. She was so frightened that she almost jumped out of her skin and turned around in a panic.

Chigusa Lala braced herself on the ground with both hands, and in that moment of panic, the pistol was thrown away.

Judging from their appearance, they probably weren't from the distillery; they were just misled.

Conan sighed helplessly and said seriously, "If you want to surpass Ms. Akiba Reiko, you should surpass her in high notes, instead of using such underhanded methods, even to the point of committing crimes."

"Do you know that illegal possession of a gun is a crime, and murder is an even more serious crime? Do you think anyone would pay for a soprano who has killed someone?"

"Want to become famous? I think it's very difficult."

Conan shook his head, as if he were the adult and the other person was a five-year-old child.

"Child?"

Chigusa Lala has met Conan twice and was deeply impressed by him; he's a very annoying kid.

"Damn brat, who let you into my room?"

She hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation and stood up, lunging at Conan.

She didn't even need to shoot a five-year-old child.

Chigusa Lala's movements slowed down in front of Conan. He sighed and shook his head as if regretting it.

"In that case, I have no choice but to accept it."

"Who's being impolite? Kid, aren't you underestimating me?"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of light, like a spotlight, rose from Conan's feet, and then a soccer ball suddenly appeared from his waist.

Before she could even ask a question, the flash of light spread like a plague across the football and then flew towards her.

The two were no more than five meters apart, a distance that Chigusa Lala only had time to widen her eyes and accept the gift from the little boy.

"I'm sorry, the situation is urgent, this is the only way I can do it."

Conan walked out the door without looking back, closed the door, pushed up his reflective glasses, and headed upstairs.

For him, this was just a side story. He believed that Vermouth wouldn't have left any clues when she instigated the other party, so he might as well focus his attention on the concert hall rather than waste time on this.

That's about enough.
"Strange, why is there no sound at all?"

Pu and Jiang sat among the staff, anxiously looking around.

There should have been at least five explosions just now. Although the concert hall is very soundproof, it shouldn't be completely silent, and you shouldn't feel any vibration under your feet.

"Could that woman be lying to me? Is she not actually going to cooperate with me, but instead trying to stop me from blowing up the concert hall?" For some reason, Pu and Jiang felt a deep unease. "Chigusa hasn't been back for a long time. I'll go check on her."

Using any excuse, Pu and Jiang stood up and walked towards the door.

As soon as he came up, Shin-Ide Tomoaki and Shin-Nana Kaori immediately noticed him.

“Pu and Jiang left their seats and went out through door number two on the second floor.”

"receive."

Frank seamlessly began the tracking.

"what happened?"

As Pu and Jiang entered the corridor, they looked around, their expressions gradually turning grim.

It's true that the building itself is soundproof, but you should be able to see some firelight in the corridor, or at the very least, there should be black smoke or even the smell of an explosion. But he didn't feel anything. It was peaceful and serene, with only the melodious music echoing around him.

"Mr. Pu Hejiang, is there anything I can help you with?"

Frank's sudden words startled Pu and Jiang. Pu turned around, looked at Frank with a puzzled expression, and then forced a smile, "Oh, it's Mr. Frank. Why weren't you watching the performance inside?"

Pu and Takumi knew Frank, after all, he and Domoto Kazuki had been good brothers for decades, and Domoto Kazuki had introduced the two of them after he met Frank.

"A friend just called me, so I came out to answer the phone. I'm just about to go back now," Frank explained with a chuckle. "And what's this?"

"Oh, I just came out for some fresh air."

The two locked eyes, neither moving an inch, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

Frank stood there like a nail, unable to budge. Pu and Jiang had no choice but to stand outside for a while before going back inside.

Back in their seats, Pu and Jiang took out their phones and sent a text message.

The woman in black who found him that day was on the other side. Since this accident happened, the only thing to do was to notify her. Perhaps she had other plans. Otherwise, he could detonate it manually. In any case, he couldn't miss this opportunity.

However, there was no response until the music that should have triggered the eighth explosion began.

The text message seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea.

With a grim expression, Pu and Jiang were no longer concerned with anything else. If they didn't check the situation now, there might be no chance of success.

With a sliver of hope, he got up again.

This time he didn't run into Frank; it was incredibly quiet outside.

Go up the stairs to the third floor and find the window near the beams and columns on the exterior facade.

All the bombs were installed in the recessed areas of the beams and columns on the exterior facade, so they were not visible from the outside. Normally, you wouldn't notice them even if you stuck your head out of a window.

“Mr. Pu Hejiang”.

Just as Pu and Jiang were about to climb out of the window to check the situation, they were stopped again.

It was Frank again.

"Mr. Pu Hejiang, what are you doing?"

At this point, Frank asked with a hint of teasing in his tone, "If you want to leave, you can just wait until the concert is over. You don't have to climb over the wall, do you?"

"Hehe, what are you saying, Mr. Frank? I just wanted to check the condition of the outer surface here. There was a slight defect in the work before, and I asked the workers to fix it, but I don't know if it was fixed. I just remembered it and came to take a look."

"Really? I thought you were looking for this."

Frank held out his hand, which was hidden behind his back, in front of him, holding a cube twice the size of his palm.

Upon seeing the brownish-yellow cube, Pu and Jiang froze on the spot, their smiles vanishing, their mouths involuntarily opening wide.

He leaned forward slightly, trying to see more clearly. With the second confirmation, shock and confusion overwhelmed his reason, and he began to tremble, as if he were about to go crazy.

"It's really baffling. I don't know which idiot installed this thing on the beams and pillars. We just happened to find it when we were doing the decorations, so we took it down without thinking."

After weighing it in his hand for a few moments, Frank slammed the block onto the ground. The originally square block stuck to the ground with a thud, like putty.

Pu and Jiang turned green with fear, worried about an explosion while also feeling provoked.

So, the reason your explosives were discovered wasn't because you were discovered, but because someone else was doing some kind of atmosphere setup and dismantled it because they thought it looked bad?

No, judging from Frank's expression, this guy is obviously waiting for me!
Damn it, what's going on with those men in black? Is she actually in cahoots with Frank, trying to stop me?
Once this thought arises, it spreads uncontrollably.

"You bastard! You deserve to die!!!"

Pu and Jiang didn't believe Frank's innocent expression. Since the other party had removed the metal detonator and was lying in wait for them, it was obvious that he knew this thing was a plastic bomb!

Now that we've come this far, there's no need to pretend to be a snake anymore.

"I am going to kill you!"

Suddenly, Pu and Jiang pulled out their pistols and aimed them at Frank.

"Oops!"

Frank's expression changed; he had no idea the other person had brought a pistol.

When exactly was it?

However, there was no time left for him to think.

He lunged to the side.

Fortunately, Pu and Jiang were old and had no experience using pistols, so the shot missed.

"Shh-"

Frank was just about to draw his gun when he heard a gust of wind whistling, followed by a white arc of light.

"what!!!"

Before the over-sixty-year-old Pu Hejiang could react, he felt something slap him across the left cheek, sending him flying. His pistol flew out and shattered into pieces.

"It's a metal-free pistol, and it's even assembled. It was probably brought in slowly." Frank looked at Conan with lingering fear: "Thanks, Conan. It would have been really dangerous without you."

"Is that so?" Conan nodded, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Frank's waist.

Frank clearly made a gesture as if he were drawing his gun.

This guy can even carry a gun? The IRS is being ridiculously powerful, isn't it?

"Hehe, you misunderstood."

Frank chuckled, reached for his waist, and pulled out a dark, grimy stick.

"baton?"

Conan leaped over the unconscious Pu and Takumi on the ground and arrived in front of Frank.

"more or less."

"Let me see!" Conan snatched it away, not believing that the baton in Frank's hand was just a simple baton.

This baton is more like the kind used in prisons; it's all black, and the handle looks a bit like a motorcycle throttle.

Hey, what's that button here?
Every detective has maximum curiosity, and Conan is no exception; he pressed the button directly.

Frank tried to stop him, but it was too late. Conan's body began to tremble, and blue smoke gradually rose from his head as he stiffened and shook like a mechanical dancer.

Sorry, Conan!

Frank kicked Conan away, finally separating him from the stun gun.

"Are you okay?"

"Pfft~"

He exhaled a puff of black smoke and shook his head wearily: "No, it's nothing, it's just a little numb."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)