Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

Animals that have completely lost their wildness, the performances they bring make Miyamoto Kiyoshi lack interest. Only some difficult actions that he has never thought of or seen can barely attract some of Miyamoto Kiyoshi's attention.

As for Suzuki Ayako sitting next to her, she was different from Miyamoto Kiyohisa. She looked at the various animal performances in front of her and her eyes were full of excitement. Although Suzuki Ayako's performance was a little restrained due to her upbringing in an aristocratic school. , but even so, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's ears still heard warm applause from time to time.

In this boring performance mixed with some surprises, Miyamoto Kiyohisa spent a long hour and finally waited for the signature of this animal show, a white-haired lion.

Its pedigree and rarity are self-evident, and it is the signature of this animal circus that performs all over the world. It can be said that as long as this white-haired lion appears, there is no need to worry about the tickets for this animal performance show. selling.

As one of the most consumerist cities in Asia, Tokyo's prosperity is obviously worthy of the animal performance troupe's decision to let its signs come out to perform.

"Well, it's really good."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi murmured to himself.

"Clothes made from fur like this are definitely good!"

"I wonder if dishes made from this type of lion meat will be very nutritious and delicious?"

……

Thoughts one after another kept popping up in Miyamoto Kiyoshi's mind.

"This lion is so beautiful, Brother Qingjiu, look at it!"

Suzuki Ayako, who did not understand the true meaning of Miyamoto Seihisa's words, excitedly took Miyamoto Seihisa's hand.

Looking at Suzuki Ayako with a smile on her face, Miyamoto Kiyoshi put down many thoughts in her mind and clapped along with her.

Wonderful shows often don't feel the time flies by. The 20-minute final performance finally ended, and the audience left the show one after another with shouts of praise that it was worth the ticket price.

"Huh? Why are they here? Is it possible..."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi stretched his neck and looked around, trying to find the police car.

After all, according to common sense, if Conan and his team appear in a large-scale performance like this, there is a high probability that some murder occurred. As for why I didn't notice anything when watching the show, it is most likely that the police and the show Fang deliberately blocked the news.

However, the outcome of the matter was beyond Miyamoto Kiyoshi's expectation. Even after looking around, there was no police car in sight.

"Is it possible that the incident hasn't started yet?"

Miyamoto Kiyohisa was guessing in his mind, and suddenly discovered a point that he had just ignored, that is, Conan and his group were going in the opposite direction to him. In other words, the real place of the crime might not be at the animal show behind him. But it was the parking lot in the direction they came from.

"Oops, I forgot to find a parking lot of my own today!"

Because it was an impromptu trip, the performance was about to start when the two came here. Therefore, Miyamoto Kiyohisa did not choose to park the car in the parking lot belonging to the Miyamoto Foundation. Unexpectedly, just this time, a security guard immediately appeared. Hidden danger.

"Ayako, follow me!"

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's expression became obviously nervous, and his left hand tightly grasped Suzuki Ayako's wrist.

"Brother Qingjiu, what's wrong?"

Feeling the sudden increase in strength in her hand, Suzuki Ayako glanced at Miyamoto Kiyoshi in confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Hearing Suzuki Ayako's voice, Miyamoto Kiyoshi subconsciously lowered his head and looked over. When he saw the other person's slightly frowning face, he realized that he was a little too nervous.

But in fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on Miyamoto Kiyohisa. After all, in the past few months, in order to prevent agents from various countries and even some terrorist organizations from approaching him, Miyamoto Kiyohisa has been working hard every day. Until now, They are all a little nervous.

"I'm fine, but Brother Qingjiu, what happened? Why are you so nervous?"

"Well, maybe I'm too sensitive. I just suddenly had some bad premonitions."

He released his left hand and changed it to interlock with Suzuki Ayako's ten fingers. The other hand hugged the other person's back from behind and hugged him face to face directly into his arms.

"Well, it's much better, Ayako-chan, you are really my cure."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked at Suzuki Ayako with a smile.

……

Arriving at the parking lot, Miyamoto Kiyoshi and Suzuki Ayako stood far outside the parking lot, looking at their mobile phones.

"Pan, what happened in the parking lot just now?"

"Loading, please wait."

Because the distance is a bit far, the Bluetooth transmission effect is not that good, and the speed is also a bit slow. It is expected that the entire video will take five or six minutes to be transmitted.

Fortunately, Miyamoto Seihisa was not in a hurry and took Suzuki Ayako to a seat with a parasol nearby to rest for a while.

"Huh? Police car? Who are these two guys?"

Looking at the police car that suddenly appeared in the video, Miyamoto Kiyohisa secretly thought that this was indeed the case. However, Miyamoto Kiyoshi was a little confused about the two people who got out of the police car. After all, the temperament of these two people was very different. Not like the police.

"Pan, check where these two policemen are from?"

"Received, connecting to the Metropolitan Police Department database."

"Sorry, we can't find this person. The two people are suspected to be fake police officers."

"Huh? Fake police."

A strange expression appeared on Miyamoto Kiyohisa's face. The reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department had just improved a little. Not long ago, a fake policeman came out. If it caused any bad impact, it is estimated that the shame that the Metropolitan Police Department had just picked up would be gone again. It's about to be thrown back to the ground.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Kiyoshi immediately called his uncle.

Immediately afterwards, the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section 60, Search Section 100, and Search Section jointly dispatched more than police officers, and in conjunction with the Traffic Section, nearly police officers appeared on the streets of Tokyo.

"The target is a fake policeman driving a police car. All police cars turn off their lights to paralyze the target, and put stickers in the middle of the front windshield to distinguish them. The goal this time is to arrest him as soon as possible and before the other party Before doing anything that harms the image of the police."

The microphones in all police cars repeatedly broadcast such a message.

Let’s not mention what happened at the Metropolitan Police Department for now. Hearing the serious tone of his uncle who just hung up the phone, Miyamoto Kiyoshi silently mourned for the fake police officers for a few seconds, and then continued to watch the surveillance footage.

"Huh? These fake police also kidnapped a foreigner, and he seemed a little familiar?"

After watching the second half of the video, Miyamoto Kiyoshi discovered that these traffic policemen actually kidnapped a blond middle-aged foreigner, and his condolences for them became even more sincere. After all, this kind of behavior was simply... Shit on the faces of the Metropolitan Police officers.