Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"It's really stressful to stand with the famous actress Chris Wynyard."

In front of the Cup Hotel, Hiroshi Otoi stood next to Belmode.

He did not transfigure, and in the name of the Otoi Foundation, he participated in the memorial service on behalf of his father.

"That's not what you say when you're in bed." Belmod said softly.

Otoi Hiroshi directly thought that he could not hear.

He was used to this woman's weird style. And for her, it has never been possible to let down her guard.

Because he couldn't read what Belmod was thinking.

"The Witch with a Thousand Faces" is not a statement.

After following Chris Wynyard into the hotel smoothly, completing the registration and receiving the handkerchief, secretly complaining why his handkerchief was green, the two walked into the memorial service together.

On the way, he saw Conan and Haibara who had sneaked into the venue, but because he had a hat and sunglasses, they did not recognize him.

The angry Otoi Hiroshi almost didn't collapse, no wonder the handkerchief was green.

Where is the good man, bring my wife to the fire pit.

"Because this director was very good at being a person before his death, there are many world celebrities here today."

Belmod elegantly raised his glass to toast Hiroshi Otoi.

"Use his influence to bring together the best of all walks of life to foster more collaboration?" Otoi Hiroshi took a sip of red wine, "It's really a good calculation."

"This mission is mainly for Pisk to operate, if he does not succeed, we will strike again." Belmode smiled and nodded in greeting, then stepped aside to clink glasses with the others.

Hiroshi Otoi saw her skilled acting skills, which really made him admire.

Although he came on behalf of the Otoi Foundation, he had been on the American side before, so no one knew his identity and took the initiative to find him to chill.

It's a lot less troublesome to socialize.

Seeing that Conan and Haibara had nothing to do for the time being, they simply hid in the corner and smoked alone.

The next thing is to wait for Pisk to do it.

The target was surrounded by a group of reporters at this time, all kinds of sharp questions, and he wiped his sweat again and again when he questioned.

The guy who does not seek to do anything in his place, and only thinks about filling his waist, should also die.

After waiting for a while, under Conan's notice, the familiar police officer Twilight arrived with a group of people.

Guarding Shigehiko Swallow's side.

Think this will stop the organization's actions?

The current Edogawa Conan-san is really immature....

Not to mention going deep into the enemy's hinterland with gray plain mourning, he did this kind of thing, pure recklessness.

Looking at the atmosphere of the memorial service has warmed up.

The moderator stood on the stage and began to announce.

"Distinguished guests, let's enjoy these slides that the director of the wine roll did not make public during his lifetime."

Then, the lights in the venue went out, leaving only the faint glow on the slide screen.

Conan and the police also discovered that the target, Shigehiko Swallow, had disappeared.

But in the dark, where is it so easy to find?

In the darkness, the camera's flash came on, and then a faint gunshot was muffled by a loud sound that followed like shattering glass.

"What's wrong?"

"What a sound is that?"

Everyone in the venue was startled, and Officer Twilight quickly ordered the lights to be turned on.

At the same time, in the darkness, Otoi Hiroshi vaguely saw a purple handkerchief falling in the air.

Should it be said that Conan is the emperor of Europe, or Pisk is too unlucky, and the purple handkerchief used to cover the muzzle fire falls on the head of the god of death.

While the light was not yet turned on, Otoi Hiroshi was not idle, smoking a cigarette and walking leisurely to the photographer's side.

Smooth his film with the speed of a hand that has been single for twenty years.

The lights turned on and the light dispelled the darkness again.

And everyone also saw the center of the venue, crushed under the huge chandelier.

Panic instantly confused the entire venue.

“Whats happening?" Belmod acted out in panic.

"What happened?"

"What the hell is going on?"

The distinguished guests in the venue expressed their doubts and dissatisfaction.

At this time, Officer Twilight came forward, saying that they had received a report from the masses that someone was going to do something to Shigehiko Swallow at the memorial service.

The guests had mixed opinions, saying that they did not see any suspicious figures.

In order to avoid trouble, the musician directly took the initiative to express his guess, and Shigehiko Swallow died in an accident due to the disrepair of the chandelier.

Because Otoi Hiroshi had been hiding in a corner, and the police who asked him for routine questioning had not seen him, there was nothing wrong with him.

Anyway, the task is completed, and now it's time to do your own thing.

"Before you ask us, should you introduce us to this informant in detail, perhaps, this informant, he is the murderer." Pisk said.

However, in the eyes of Otoi Hiro, his words are completely self-destructing.

It's like knowing who reported the crime and looking for him for revenge.

Of course, Officer Twilight couldn't feel it.

While Pisk was speaking, Hiroshi Otoi also walked up to Belmode and whispered: "I'm going to go it alone in a moment, and I suspect that the reporter has filmed something."

Belmod nodded.

Seeing that Haihara had dragged Conan towards the door, Otoi Hiroshi also leaned slightly towards the door, and a group of people would flock out in an orderly manner, in order to save time, they had to find a better position in advance.

"You see the edge of this handkerchief is sewn with the words "Wine Roll Director's Memorial Service." Conan unfolded the handkerchief and explained to Haibara.

"It must be the owner of this handkerchief who came here to get it from the counter, although everyone has a handkerchief in their hand, but the color is different."

"What do you mean?" Haibara asked sadly, her face had not been very good since she arrived at the venue.

"In order to match the theme of the sake roll director's rainbow handkerchief, the handkerchief issued by the organizer to the guests must have seven different colors, so just go to the counter and check it to roughly delineate a range." Conan said confidently.

After saying that, the two walked towards the door, a melon-eating reporter guarded the door, and the chaotic voice attracted Pisk's attention, and also let him see the gray plain mourning standing at the door.

Conan and Haibara Mourning took advantage of their small bodies to flexibly emerge from the crowd.

Came to the reception at the door.

After getting the list, Conan was paying attention to the list of purple handkerchiefs, while Haihara instantly recognized the familiar name among the many names.

"Hiroshi Otoi."

How did he come, Haihara felt a little uncomfortable.

Although last night's call, Otoihiro's words made her heart relax a little.

However, it did not make her change her mind.

"If you don't want to involve all those people around you, you have to disappear from here quickly."