【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

I don’t know if it was due to some plot inertia, but Ryo Wakagi disguised himself as an ordinary young man and attended the memorial service as "the portable translator of the big star Chrissy Wynyard who did not speak Japanese". Even though he entered the venue at the same time as Belmod, he still got a purple handkerchief.

Emmmm, in short, you want me to join the luxurious seven-choose one package.

Belmode and Ruomu Liang were able to socialize easily among the crowd. When passing by the dining table, they very thoughtfully brought Ruomu Liang a glass of grape juice.

Ruomu Liang: (??v?v??) Okay, at least it looks like red wine.

On the other side, Conan led Haiyuan Ai to the memorial service.

Looking around, everyone is wearing black formal clothes. At this moment, Haihara Ai's phobia of black clothes suddenly broke out, and everyone looked like he was about to pull out a pistol in the next second.

"Hey, hey." Conan shook Haihara Ai's shoulders, "Please wake up, you have to come with me. Otherwise, you can go back to the doctor's car now."

Hui Yuan Ai raised his head with a weak smile on his face.

"I had a nightmare."

"what?"

"On the way out of school, Gin and the others found me, and I was chased into an alley. The first person to be shot was you, then the doctor and the others, and everyone died.

They were all killed by me. "

Conan:  …

Hey hey, that's enough.

Last time it was Hattori, this time it's you. You can't expect me to do well when you're dreaming. You have to make me die in all kinds of weird postures in your dream, right?

Conan's half-moon eyes complained inwardly.

Then he took off the glasses on his face and put them on Haihara Ai's face.

"Now, glasses are a prop for the law of cause and effect. If Superman on the set next door wears glasses, no one will recognize her, so you'll be fine."

"Children, are you separated from your parents?"

Ruo Muliang bent down and looked at Ai Jiang and Conan with a smile.

Haibara Ai:! ! !

People in groups or organizations?

She adjusted the glasses on her face with shaking hands, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Conan barely suppressed the shocked expression on his face. He had just finished talking to Haiyuan, and someone from the organization showed up like this?

"Well, yes, we are looking for mom and dad. Come on, Xiaohua, let's go over there and have a look."

Conan stretched out his hand and pulled Haiyuan, but Haiyuan was shaking so hard that he didn't pull at all.

Ruo Muliang reached out and touched Haihara Ai's head. Ai Jiang suddenly seemed like a frightened rabbit, dragging Conan all the way to the back of a pillar more than ten meters away.

Only one brown hair was left floating on the floor.

Emmmm, Ruomu Liang touched her nose. Aijiang didn't seem to recognize me, but her hair did.

It's amazing.

Conan and Shirley hid behind the pillar in shock, quietly looking in the direction of Ruo Muliang.

"Could he be Pisco?"

"I don't know. I've heard of Pisco, but I've never met him."

Conan glanced at the Megure Police Department who had just arrived at the door, and then focused his attention on Wakamu Ryo.

Before entering the hotel, he used a voice changer to secretly call the police, explaining that a murder would occur at the venue tonight.

Come on, Pisco.

I want to see how you are going to kill someone under the double surveillance of me and the police!

"Next, let's enjoy the slides left by Director Sakenomaki before his death!"

The host walked up to the center stage with a microphone, then waved to the staff, and all the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.

Conan:!

And this show? !

What's worse, this dark scene was so dark that no one except the host on the stage could see clearly with only the pitiful light of the slide.

Not to mention stopping Pisco from doing it.

Conan told Haiyuan to stay where he was and not move around, and then slowly moved towards the direction in his memory.

On the other side, the Memu Police Department, who also realized that the situation was not good, also directed the police officers they brought to search among the crowd.

Suddenly there was a muffled "pop" sound, followed by another crash, like the sound of some large glass product breaking.

Ruo Muliang tilted his head and dodged a fragment of a chandelier flying towards him.

At the same time, a handkerchief floated to Conan's head, covering his increasingly rounded forehead.

The lights came on, and Tunkou Zhongyan was pressed under the huge crystal chandelier. Blood flowed all over the floor, and the entire memorial service instantly became commotion.

The Mumu Police Department finally managed to control the situation.

Ruo Muliang looked at Conan with a solemn expression and clicked his tongue.

That is to say, is there a possibility that just because you are here, the unlucky guy Tunkou Zhongyan died so neatly in order to help you improve your performance?

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Ruo Muliang stood there obediently waiting for the police's questioning. When Lao Pi was in the dark just now, he had secretly stuffed a purple handkerchief over there, so that he could withstand the first wave of investigations for the time being.

"Sure enough, the older you get, the more useless you become."

Belmod looked at Shigehiko's corpse on the ground, glanced at Kenzo Masayama out of the corner of his eye, and lit a cigarette with an indifferent expression.

Ruo Muliang shrugged, silently agreeing.

To assassinate someone in front of so many people, poisoning is the best option. There is not only poison A in the organization. The Black Death Wine tortures those poor prisoners every day, and creates many poisons that are quick-acting and secretive.

Get a poisonous needle or something, stick it into the target, and that's it, right?

Why do you have to show off your marksmanship? Can your marksmanship surpass Gin or crush Shuichi Akai?

However, his skills have not deteriorated yet. At least when he secretly abducted Aijiang just now during the chaos of war, even Belmode did not notice his little move.

So, even though glasses are useless, didn’t Kenzo Masama recognize Haibara Ai at a glance?

Ruomu Liang opened the small map and took a look. The dot representing Aijiang was lying quietly in the underground wine cellar of the hotel.

The police's questioning was too slow. Ruo Muliang got a little bored waiting, so he pulled out a chair and sat down.

As soon as his butt touched the edge of the stool, there was a click, and the legs of the stool broke apart. The movement here immediately attracted the police's attention.

Mumu Police Department:...

Although brother Kudo called and said that this incident was a murder, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the hotel's security measures were not in place, and things were in disrepair and they didn't know how to replace them.

Not to mention the chandelier, look at this stool. Even though it’s in good condition, it’s broken, isn’t it?

The hotel manager standing next to the police wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bent down to apologize to Ruo Muliang.

Ruo Muliang waved his hand, his family knew about his family affairs, and the broken stool really had nothing to do with the hotel.

He didn't want to sit down anymore, and stood beside Belmode honestly, opening Ai Jiang's first-person view.

At this time, Conan had directly connected the glasses worn by Haibara through the microphone on Dr. Agasa's car, and encouraged Aijiang to take a sip of Lao Baigan, the key prop of the transformation.

Haibara Ai:……

She tentatively opened the lid of the wine bottle and took two steps back, stimulated by the strong smell of alcohol in her nose, with a heavy expression of suspicion on her face.

Just smelling it makes me feel that this wine is extremely strong, and I feel stuffy in my mouth. Detective, do you want me to die?

"Hurry up, Haiyuan!"

Haiyuan sighed, then pinched his nose and took a big sip, and then coughed due to the strong alcohol.

Ruo Muliang, who was watching the show remotely, suddenly had a breakdown in his expression management. He was just showing off a sip of 50- or 60-proof alcohol? Moreover, after drinking, his face was not red or out of breath, and he could even sit at the table and guess the password of the computer that Pisco left in the wine cellar in a coherent manner.

This amount of alcohol...

Ruo Muliang curled his lips and didn't want to speak.