Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"I was disrespectful a while ago."

"I wonder if you still remember me."

"Well, I remember you were—"

The two of them met each other's eyes.

"It seems to be a courier, right?"

"Eh?......." Bourbon narrowed his eyes.

Yuanzi broke the awkward atmosphere and raised her hands lively: "Then I'd like to invite these three fans to enjoy the show."

"Okay, Conan, let's go back with us." Xiaolan pulled his little hand and walked towards the exit.

"Wait a minute!" Conan pulled his hand out of the gap and paused: "By the way, Sister Xiaozi."

"You like Mr. Hatano because he is good at playing the guitar!"

"Sister Xiaozi plays the guitar very well, too."

Azusa Enomoto crossed her hands in the middle, smiled and nodded: "Yes, of course it is like that."

"Hey, that's weird." Yuanzi was confused: "Didn't Miss Xiaozi say before that she had never touched a guitar?"

Xiaolan added: "It was when we invited you to form a band together."

"Ah... um." Enomoto Azusa's face flushed, and she quickly made up an excuse to fill in the gap: "At that time, I felt..."

"I was so embarrassed to join a high school girls' band that I couldn't help but lie," she explained shyly.

Conan looked at Azusa Enomoto in front of him and immediately made up his mind.

There's no doubt about it! This person... must be Vermouth!

Unfortunately, he was only half right.

On the other side, Okiya Subaru and Bourbon were having a friendly conversation. Beneath their kind faces, they each had their own hidden agenda and the undercurrent was surging.

"Poto's best song is definitely Blood Comet."

"No, no." Bourbon retorted: "I prefer the Fallen Angel of Snow."

Conan narrowed his eyes, feeling surprised at the two people talking and laughing. He trotted over to Okiya Subaru.

She gently grabbed his sleeve, stood on tiptoe, and whispered, "The situation is not good. We must leave here quickly."

Upon hearing this, Okiya Subaru just smiled faintly: "There is a saying that goes, 'You can't get a tiger cub without risking it.'"

He half-opened one eye: "But retreat is also a kind of courage."

"We're here to do a fire inspection!" Two security guards entered the museum: "We need to check the equipment."

"You guys! You can't go in yet!" the agent gestured to stop them.

"squeak!"

The security guard opened the door without paying attention and looked inside. Suddenly, his pupils became panicked, "Ah!!!"

His legs couldn't help but tremble, and he collapsed to the ground, moving backwards, pointing his finger inside, and stammering, "Dead...someone's dead!"

Mr. Porto was seen hanging in the middle of the stage.

"Ahhhh!!" The duet between Sonoko and Xiaolan made Miss Azusa Enomoto, who was standing next to her, feel tinnitus.

Subaru Okiya and Bourbon immediately ran to the center of the stage, and a petite Conan passed by her feet.

Because of her disabled legs, Azusa Enomoto had to walk very carefully. She walked slowly forward and observed the crime scene.

As expected...Conan is still as strong as ever.

Bourbon held his chin, looked up, and thought: "There should be more than one murderer."

"If all this was done by one man, he must be incredibly strong, don't you think?"

Bourbon turned around and smiled evilly: "Mr. Okiya Subaru."

"When I met you some time ago, I knew at first glance that you must have extraordinary reasoning ability."

Subaru Okiya smiled politely: "No, I'm just an ordinary graduate school student who likes reasoning."

Azusa Enomoto came closer and noticed something unusual: "There's a hole in the rope that looks like something was drilled into it."

Bourbon glanced at her and walked aside.

There were folding chairs, ropes and tool boxes on the side of the stage.

Judging from the cut at the front end of the rope, it was most likely the rope left after the victim was hung up.

At the other end, there is a thin rope similar to a kite string, extending all the way to the upper auditorium.

Walk to the front end of the kite string and tie it to a baseball.

After some time, the familiar police duo finally arrived at the crime scene.

Officer Megure moistened his throat, put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth at the crime scene: "Give me a brief account of the case."

"Yes!" Gao Mu took out a small notebook and stated: "The man who was killed is the musician Mr. Haturo Michi, 39 years old."

"It is said that a concert was originally scheduled to be held here tomorrow."

"What about the estimated time of death?"

The forensic officer bent down, opened his eyes and checked and analyzed: "Judging from the degree of pupil dilation, he should have been dead for one to two hours."

Takagi continued, "According to Hatano's agent."

"Mr. Hattori has been writing lyrics alone in this venue since about two hours ago."

Inspector Megure: "So someone entered the venue during this period, hung the victim by the neck, and then killed him."

"In other words, the murderer used a rope to bypass the iron bars that hold the spotlights, and then used a machine to move heavy stage scenery."

"Hang the man up."

"I think that's impossible." Bourbon disagreed with his reasoning and expressed his own opinion: "Special equipment is required to activate the curtain."

"And the room where the equipment is placed is locked."

Azusa Enomoto also came over and added, "I heard that when the murder happened, the staff who kept the keys had already gone out for dinner."

"By the way...you are Ms. Azusa Enomoto, right?"

"Have you...changed your career to become a detective now?" Takagi stared with his eyes wide open, feeling a little surprised.

She covered her mouth shyly and hugged Bourbon: "No, it's just that Mr. Amuro often teaches me reasoning during work."

"Isn't that right?" Enomoto Azusa shook her body, dribbled the ball, acted coquettishly, and pinched Bourbon's jaw with her hand.

Takagi and Megure: “….”

Bourbon looked gloomy and reminded him with his lips.

"Don't let yourself go. Ms. Enomoto Azusa and I are not in an ambiguous relationship. Don't act like you two are getting along."

"Bring it in to me."

Azusa Enomoto lowered her head and also communicated using lip language.

"It's okay, Okiya Subaru and that brat aren't here."

"Besides, they definitely wouldn't have imagined that it was me pretending to be them."

Gao Mu changed the subject: "So what you mean is that the murderer didn't use a machine? He just hung the person up?"

Okiya Subaru appeared in front of them without knowing when: "Yes, there may be more than one murderer."

He held his chin and guessed calmly: "As long as there is no pulley on the iron bars above the stage."

"It is almost impossible for one person to commit the crime alone."

Bourbon naturally followed up on Okiya Subaru's topic and said, "Also, what's of concern is the folding chairs on the side of the stage."

"Extra ropes and a tool box."

Subaru Okiya reminded, "There is also a rope that hangs up the body and extends to the audience seats."

"There's a strange little hole near the knot on it."

Conan concluded: "I found a baseball tied with a kite string, also dropped in the audience."

"Death...Death God, no, Conan? Why are you here too?"