Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Although she said so, she didn't believe he could survive and reveal anything to the police. In her impression, a careful organization would often send more people to monitor the completion of the mission, and Gin was probably one of the insurances.

While she was thinking, the door opened again, and people who came out from the door were people she and Conan were very familiar with - a group of police officers led by Inspector Megure.

"Officer Megure?"

"I was in the bathroom just now, and I changed my voice to call him." Conan explained, "I told him that someone in this meeting hall wanted to poison the politician's life."

Conan was secretly excited. He felt a sense of confrontation. Now that he had the police as a card to protect Congressman Tunkou Shigehiko, Pisco would be even more difficult to move forward.

He didn't believe Pisco could do it.

Opening the cover of the watch anesthesia gun, Conan looked at Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, pointed the anesthesia needle at that place, and waited for Pisco to take action. He hoped to use it to stop the other party.

Ai lamented in her heart that Conan had added a new unstable element.

At this time, a host walked out from the main stage. He took the microphone, dispelled the dull atmosphere in the venue, and invited, "Dear guests, let's enjoy these few personal slides that Director Sakamaki never made public during his lifetime!"

This sudden change sprained Conan's waist.

The chandelier on the top of the hall went out in an instant, and the entire venue fell into darkness, leaving only the light from the projector. The host analyzed the picture and asked the audience if they knew the time and location of the picture. While he was attracting everyone's attention, Xiao Ai, who had never been distracted, reminded Conan: Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi had disappeared.

……

350 Familiar means

Winette checked the refrigerator and found that the orange jam had been eaten, so she started to prepare it again. Along with the orange jam, there was also peanut butter and blueberry jam, which were Xiao Ai's favorite foods. Winette planned to imitate the snack that often appeared in American families: toast with peanut butter on one side and blueberry jam on the other.

After adjusting the sweetness of the peanut butter and the sourness of the jam, Winette mixed the cranberry and blueberry jams in proportion and sprinkled some lemon juice on them. After achieving a satisfactory effect, she nodded and said, "Well, Xiao Ai will definitely like this taste."

“But you’ll get fat.”

"Children shouldn't care so much."

Mingmei grinned. Winette looked cheerful and lively, which was very different from before. She mixed a salad and covered it with plastic wrap, and then heard the ringing tone of her cell phone. She frowned and watched Winette answer the call and her expression change from happy to serious in an instant.

"I see." Winnet replied briefly.

"Are you going out?"

Mingmei waited for her to hang up the phone, then asked intuitively. These days of getting along, they have developed a special tacit understanding.

Winnet smiled back, then nodded, regretting that she didn't have time to taste the dinner that Mingmei was preparing, and regretting that she couldn't see Xiao Ai tasting the snacks. But the person who called was Vermouth, a woman she couldn't simply refuse. She almost forgot that Vermouth was preparing to participate in another event, but she didn't need to call her. There weren't so many twists and turns, about supervision, assassination, cooperation and other issues... But she couldn't show negative emotions, because she hoped that Vermouth would reveal more information to her next time and regard her as "one of her own."

She was on her way as Vermouth said. Their destination was the Beihu Hotel, but they chose to meet at another place because Vermouth was attending as "Chris" and the person accompanying her could not be Winnet Moriarty, otherwise the relationship between the two would be subject to unnecessary suspicion - attracting those reporters and people with ulterior motives to investigate.

She sighed secretly, not knowing how Vermouth would torture her. Every time she had to cross-dress, she was in a similar situation in front of Vermouth, just like Bourbon was in front of her.

She took some of her belongings, hidden weapons and small items, and then took her shoes and coat. It was around five o'clock, and she didn't have much time. She left the house and called a taxi to the vague location. After arriving, she took a five-minute detour and came to the apartment that Vermouth mentioned.

Winnett thought that Vermouth would stay at the Beihu Hotel directly, but her celebrity status was indeed an obstacle, and it was normal for her to have a place to hide her identity. She carefully checked the surroundings, and no one paid attention to her. She took the elevator of the apartment, came to the door of the room and knocked on the door according to the agreed frequency. Then Vermouth opened the door without makeup. Her face was a little pale, but other than that, she looked like a young person.

She pulled her in, a smile appeared on her dull face, revealing her star quality, a smile that had the power to penetrate people's hearts. She would not be fooled. She looked Vermouth up and down calmly, "You said you would start on time at six o'clock, but you don't seem to have started to prepare yet."

Vermouth explained the reason - they were going to attend a memorial service, not a ball.

After hearing this, Winnet found the sofa and sat down.

"What about my role? You'll have to get busy, right?"

"It's already been prepared. You are my dearest, Angel. Look, I've specially enhanced the comfort."

"Huh, I thought you left Japan again."

"Oh, I did leave for a while, and I went to your old home."

"Ok?"

Winnett was more confused than disgusted. Vermouth went to London? It couldn't be because of something related to her, because she didn't have any nostalgia for the place, and almost all the important people there died.

"secret."

Winnet bit her lip. "If you don't want to talk about it, don't bring it up in front of me. You'll arouse other people's curiosity and reveal ambiguous information... You know, in Japan, you might become the next murder victim. Those tragedies always start with a lack of mutual understanding."

Vermouth held the cup and moved closer to Winnet, touching her cheek with the back of her hand charmingly, and shaking a small object like a pen in front of her eyes. Winnet's brows tightened slightly, and an old voice came from the recorder: Gin told me that Shirley will definitely show up at the venue. Vermouth pressed her hand lightly, and the voice stopped abruptly. She went even further and sat on Winnet's legs, hooking her chin.

"How about it, is my meeting gift okay?"

Surprise, Winnet's eyes, breathing, and skin all said so. Vermouth felt her trembling slightly. "It's a pity," she said, "Jin's intuition is always accurate. If he says she will come, she will definitely come. If she is discovered, no matter how much you like her, she will not survive tonight."

Ai couldn't possibly appear there. She was sure of it in her heart, but she still showed her hesitation to Vermouth. "No, she won't appear. Gin's intuition is a joke. You said he doesn't understand women. How could he guess what Shirley was thinking? If Shirley really appeared there, it can only be said that it was her fate. Even God can't protect her."

Vermouth looked amused when she heard Winnett say that. "You are sure that Shirley will not appear there. Does that mean that you are still in contact with her secretly and are secretly disobeying the organization?" She observed Winnett's expression, but could not figure out what was going on. She continued, "Don't worry, I will not reveal your secret. It would be a waste of time to force you away from the organization and me because of such a small matter. Remember to respond to my expectations, Angel."

She didn't say anything, and didn't argue with Vermouth. The more she talked, the more mistakes she made. Besides, there was no way Ai would show up at a movie director's memorial service. Even if Dr. Agasa was invited, he wouldn't take Ai with him. They couldn't be going to dinner, right? For a moment, she felt her heart tighten, but after thinking it through, she felt that there was no problem. Winette pushed Vermouth in disdain, put on the disguise she had prepared, and stuffed some things into the black uniform.

After making all the preparations, Vermouth was already standing at the door, swinging a ring-shaped keychain on her index finger. She was also wearing a black women's suit, with only light, barely noticeable makeup on her face. The shirt underneath had a slightly floral pattern, and her hair was gathered behind her. She looked much cooler and less sexy than usual - her eyes met Winnet's, she smiled, urged her to set off, and after getting in the car, asked her about her driving skills.

Although it was a black vehicle suitable for a memorial service, the way she drove was not calm or quiet at all. Winnet felt like she was riding a weakened version of a roller coaster.

By the way, Vermouth also likes to ride a motorcycle, and she rides it very crazily, which is quite similar to Ai.

She wondered.

Soon, they arrived at the Beihu Hotel. The parking lot below was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars. The Beihu Hotel is near the municipal building, and it is already busy and is often used to host various activities. Today, there was a memorial service for a famous director, and it was very lively. They entered the hotel, took the elevator, and came to the corresponding floor. Outside the hall, there were already many people wearing black clothes. Winette had heard of a few of them, all of whom were well-known figures in the entertainment industry, the Writers Association, and the music industry. She followed "Chris" as an attendant. Although many people knew this famous foreign movie star, they would not come forward to ask for autographs or the like on such occasions, and only a few people came forward to chat.

In order to implement her character, Vermouth only spoke English and pretended not to understand Japanese, so she acted as a translator for her.

Seeing that not many people came up to talk to her, Winnet teased her, "It seems that your fame is far behind Sharon's."

"Pisco is already there, but the target has not yet been reached." Vermouth got to the point, "I think you should know him, Kenzo Masuyama, an entrepreneur who got started with organizational power. Now he is a big figure in the financial world and owns an automobile group. I am more curious about how he killed the congressman."

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"Since he is confident, as the backup, I only need to complete what I need to do. By the way, you seem to have a good relationship with Ireland? I remember that he respects Masuyama very much. Did Jacques secretly tell you something that day?"

Winette could not deny it, and did not hide anything, and directly stated Ireland's intention. In her opinion, killing the congressman Tunkou Shigehiko was not a difficult task, but choosing such an occasion was somewhat difficult. After all, as a person with a public identity, once the murder was exposed, as a member of the organization, there was only death. Even if Tunkou was protected, there were still various opportunities to take action. At this time, she could only hope that Pisco would not mess things up. Of course, if there was a chance, she would also be willing to be a firefighter to make friends with Ireland.

As more and more people gathered, the door of the hall opened.

As guests, they received props for the live interaction at the door. Winnett didn't know what was worth interacting with, she could only sigh that the memorial service for the great director was indeed different, and it was indeed true. When the host appeared with a smile, Winnett was indeed a little bit nervous, after all, she had also held memorial services, and the atmosphere was not dull, but it was not so outrageous.

The host invites the guests present to appreciate the slides held by the deceased and asks the guests questions.

Winette always kept part of her attention on Shigehiko Tsuguchi, and after the lights in the venue were turned off, she noticed that he began to move. It didn't seem like he was forced to move, but rather he was actively looking for something and heading to a fixed location.

He took the initiative to get rid of the police who came after hearing the news, which surprised Winnet a little.

"Yes, this is the filming site of the Rainbow Handkerchief, the masterpiece that won all the awards for Director Sakamaki. It is also the most precious movie of Director Sakamaki before his hair fell off."

The host's humorous remarks brought smiles to the faces of the guests. He switched the slides to a new photo and described how Sakamaki traveled around the world in search of new film locations.

Suddenly, flashbulbs lit up in the crowd.

Someone is taking pictures.

"No matter how precious this photo is, you can't take a picture of it with a flash."

As the host teased, a sharp sound passed through her ears. This was the sound of a gun shot with a silencer that Winnet was very familiar with, and the tip seemed to hit some hard object. Before Winnet could determine the source of the gunshot, another sound similar to shattering sounded, this time the sound was louder and more obvious, and everyone present noticed it.

The commotion caused the lights at the scene to come back on.

At this time, everyone discovered that in the middle of the hall, Shigehiko Tsunoguchi was hit by a large artistic chandelier hanging high up, and was completely crushed underneath. Black and red liquid was oozing from the edges and corners, and there was almost no part of his exposed skin that was not scratched.

At this point, Winette finally understood Pisco's method. He probably threatened Tunkou to go to a designated location, then used fluorescent paint or something that appeared in the dark to smear the rings of the chandelier, and then used a pistol to break the rings. This required very sophisticated marksmanship, so it seemed that Pisco was not an ordinary person.

"What happened?" Vermouth asked pretendingly.

"I don't know," she replied.

When the scene became chaotic, she asked softly, "Did you expect the method Pisco would take?"

Vermouth did not respond, and then Inspector Megure appeared. This old acquaintance was faster than ever before, which gave Winnet a bad feeling.

"The police are here. I didn't expect you guys to be so quick!"

"Someone reported to the police that someone would be killed tonight, and that someone wanted to kill Congressman Tōngguchi tonight." Megure announced.

He ordered his men to lift the chandelier. The bones inside the swallowing hole underneath were broken, and blood from the ruptured internal organs was still flowing.

"How's it going, Takagi-kun?"

"He wasn't breathing."

"Really? Report this matter to the bureau immediately."

Then, a university professor who was closest to the victim was questioned. He said that he had no intention of paying attention to the incident and almost got himself killed, and his suit was scratched.

When asked, Vermouth also said, "I didn't see any suspicious people."

Winnett said the same thing.

At this time, a music producer named Tarumi shouted to the police: "This must be an accident. The ring of the art lamp has been in disrepair for a long time. This time it just happened to fall on the head of the congressman."

Kenzo Masuyama also asked, "Officer, you just said that someone called the police to report the case. Who is this person? Before you interrogate us, shouldn't you first introduce the person who reported the case to us in detail? Maybe this person who reported the case is the murderer."

His words were exactly what Winnet cared about.

"He used a machine to change his voice when reporting the case, so it's impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman," Megure explained.

The person who reported the case and his actions made her feel like someone—

Edogawa Conan.

Winnet's heart shuddered.

Shouldn't it?

……

351 Exposed Little Ai

The host stood up, looking scared, "Then he must be playing a prank. The councillor has been hated by the world for a long time because of the bribery case."

"That's right, it's just that this prank happened to coincide with this accident. The heaven and earth cannot tolerate him. People really can't do bad things." A baseball investor named Sanping Yasuo commented while eating fried rice.

The music producer named Tarumi glared at him, "People are already dead, how can you still eat?"

"Humph, young man, if you don't have the guts, just shut up."

Sanping Kangfu responded unhappily. It seemed that he hit something hard while chewing. He spat and his expression changed. He was irritable and immediately got angry, "Hurry up! Call the chef!"

"What's wrong? Did a cockroach get into your mouth?" Tsumimi, who was at odds with him, said, "Who told you to eat at this time? Are you being punished by God?"

"What did you say!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Megure acted as a peacemaker, "Okay, if you have something to say, just talk it out nicely!"

Winnet stood beside Belmode and witnessed the whole farce. Belmode seemed quite calm today, which was different from her usual impression. Winnet thought she was serious about her mission, and her disgust was slightly reduced. Her attention turned to the thing that Sanping Kangfu had just vomited. If she guessed correctly, it was probably the fragments of the ring, which fell from a high altitude into the fried rice.

There is a huge difference between a ring that has been in disrepair for a long time and a ring that has been broken by a gunshot, and they can basically be distinguished at a glance.

A quick inspection would tell them that it was not a natural fracture, but it was not certain that it was a gunshot. Winnet thought that even if the police investigated, they would not be able to determine who the murderer was, because it was pitch black at the time, and anyone present could have fired a gun. As of now, the police had not thought of the possibility of a gunshot, and had no excuse to investigate the personal belongings of the guests, so they naturally had no way to verify it.

Winnet looked under the table, intending to retrieve the fragments, but she saw a small hand reaching out from under the table, holding a handkerchief, and snatching the fragments away.

child?

Winnett squeezed her fingers hard, and a sense of uneasiness returned to her. She looked in the direction of the table, but did not see any figure on the other side, which meant that the person who picked up the fragments was much shorter than the dining table in the hall. Judging from the development of children nowadays, the target is probably between the first and fourth grades of elementary school.

Vermouth touched Winnet with the back of her hand. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"is there a problem?"

Winnet said it was nothing and drew her attention back, but she was still a little worried and concentrated on checking the location of the dining table.

"In a word, Councillor Tōguchi was killed because a light fixture fell on him, right?" said writer Nanjo Mika. "If this is really a homicide, the murderer must have tampered with the light fixture, taking him directly under the light fixture when the lights in the venue dimmed, and then activated the trap to kill him. However, you can see that there is no such device on the light fixture or the ceiling where it is hung, which means that he couldn't have been murdered... If you figure it out, can you release us guests as soon as possible?"

She writes suspense novels, right?

Winnet also felt that her analysis was very clear, but she overlooked personal ability. Not everyone could shoot such a thin ring with one shot. But her words were exactly what they wanted, because other guests would agree with her words, making it impossible for the police to continue to detain the guests here collectively under pressure, and a body search would be even more impossible.

She thought that the matter should be over, and Vermouth was just a witness in the end. But she didn't understand why Gin swore that Shirley would definitely be there? Ai couldn't possibly contact him. Someone pretended to be Shirley? Or was it just Gin's wishful thinking?

Just as Winnet was guessing, Ai, who was hiding under the dining table, could no longer wait.

She grabbed Kudo's sleeves and pulled him to move.

Conan stumbled when he was suddenly grabbed, and opened his mouth in confusion, "Where are we going?"

Ai glanced back at him and said, "Let's flee from here." She said in a serious tone, "If we continue to stay here, not only will we waste time, but it will also be dangerous. Besides, once Officer Megure and the others find us, how are you going to explain to them why we are here? Your idea of ​​stopping Pisco from killing people has failed. The only clue now is the fragment of the ring you just picked up. There is nothing else. Even if you are very powerful, it is impossible to catch the murderer with this clue alone."

"What if there are two clues?"

Xiao Ai was startled and stopped.