The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Conan carefully avoided the broken glass on the ground, squatted down beside the corpse, and flipped his eyelids.

There was no swelling of the eyeball.

He picked up Tunkou Zhongyan's mouth again. His lips were of normal color and there was no discoloration on his tongue, so he probably didn't ingest anything strange.

After taking pictures of every detail of the corpse, Conan turned to look at the crystal chandelier that was pressing on him. The prismatic glass on it had penetrated deeply into the dead man's skin, leaving his back riddled with holes.

"What is this?" He was suddenly attracted by a strange mark on the crystal lamp. He saw that there was a sign of melting on the broken end of the lamp post. Although the charred spot was difficult to detect, it was real.

"It looks like scratches caused by high-speed friction." Haibara Ai leaned in to take a closer look and made this judgment.

"Normal stress fracture wouldn't produce such marks, right?" Conan took a picture of this clue, turned around and looked around the venue, and found a purple handkerchief that had been stepped on several times. There was an obvious hole on it, and the edge of the hole also had blackened marks.

He could vaguely smell the lingering smell of gunpowder.

After putting away this important evidence, Conan realized that he would not find anything more here, so he pulled Haibara along and followed the retreating crowd.

Not long after they left the banquet hall, a few "beep" sounds suddenly came from the empty hall.

After a while, the wine bottles neatly stacked on the tables not far apart shook slightly, and the glass bottles cracked and then exploded. The wine spilled all over the floor, soaking the tablecloth and carpet.

The speakers in the front hall emitted a dull hum, and soon fell silent. After repeating this several times, the bolts hanging behind the speakers began to loosen, and eventually they could not bear the weight and fell off.

The heavy speaker slowly broke away from the wall and hit the ground with a bang. Even the carpet could not block the impact. If someone saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

The speaker that fell to the ground flickered with a few arcs of electricity and then became silent. After a long time, smoke began to come out of the gray-black speaker.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker, and finally a small blue-purple flame jumped out at a certain joint.

As soon as the new flame appeared, it seemed to smell the scent of nutrients, and jumped onto the wine-soaked carpet impatiently, running around happily, and soon covered the entire conference hall.

The venue was silent, with only the occasional "crackling" sound of the flames licking the wooden tables and chairs.

The flame suddenly paused, stopped in front of the strange crystal lamp, and curiously touched the crystal clear crystal.

When the glass encountered high temperature, it quickly crystallized and turned into liquid, dripping down bit by bit, landing on the fibers of the clothes, quickly melting holes, and then drilling into the flesh and blood, making a horrible "sizzling" sound.

After a while, the smell of roasted flesh filled the entire conference hall, blending with the smell of burning alcohol.

"It's on fire!"

"Is it really a terrorist attack?!"

The crowd fleeing down the stairwell looked up and saw the thick smoke and flames coming out of the upper floors, and they became even more panicked.

Conan held Haibara Ai's hand tightly and tried his best to avoid those tall adults to avoid being knocked away.

He finally found a gap, looked up at the fire, and his heart sank.

He felt more and more that something was wrong.

If he hadn't made a "fake explosion" using props, no one would have thought that the fire was caused by a bomb.

There is no doubt that the organization placed this bomb in order to bury evidence and make everything look like an accident.

There must be a conspiracy behind this murder!

A politician who was in the limelight attended the memorial service of a famous director and was unfortunately crushed to death. Then a fire broke out at the scene by accident, and a few unlucky guys were burned to death to cover up the target they really wanted to kill...

In order to avoid adverse effects, politicians will intervene and characterize the incident as an accident to suppress the impact and prevent public opinion.

This was a carefully planned assassination!

hateful!

Conan was furious, and was very upset that he had not been able to stop it.

If he hadn't eavesdropped on Gin's phone call in advance, he would have most likely regarded this incident as an accident!

The only thing to be thankful for was that by giving early warning, the lives of the remaining guests were saved, so it was not a major defeat.

Huiyuan Ai felt the force on her wrist gradually tightening, and seeing the depression in the great detective's heart, she patted his shoulder and comforted him: "At least it's not completely fruitless, right?"

"With our current strength, it is still too difficult to fight against the organization."

Conan calmed down and thought that the most urgent thing was to leave here safely before anything else.

However, he heard a faint "di di" sound coming from the crowd.

A man dressed as a reporter picked up the camera in confusion. He seemed to hear it make a sound just now. He suspected that it was broken by someone when he was escaping just now, so he held it in front of his eyes to check it.

"Hey, what is this?" He picked up a button-sized black particle on the lens and held it in front of him to examine it for a while.

"what!!"

With the sound of gas jetting, a small hole appeared on the black particle, and the extremely compressed flammable gas instantly covered the reporter's face, and even a little bit of it rushed into his eyes, irritating him so much that he screamed, threw the camera to the ground, and rolled on the ground, covering his eyes.

The black particles fell to the ground and exploded violently. A large ball of flame fell down and hit the residual flammable gas in the air. It burned violently and climbed along the trajectory to the reporter, quickly burning him into a fireman.

"Ah! Help! Help me!!" The bright red wax dripped onto the ground like water. The reporter curled up in pain like a cooked shrimp. The blue-purple flames raged on his body, and soon an odor of burnt hair and flesh was emitted.

Not long after, he became motionless and fell to the ground. The fireworks were still jumping happily, and his body twitched from time to time due to nerve stimulation.

When the people around saw this horrific scene, they screamed and fled, running down the stairs in a panic. Many people tripped and were stepped on because of their clothes, and cried out in pain.

Conan's teeth were almost broken, his eyes full of disbelief, and then he was bumped by the crowd and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he grabbed the railing on the side in time and stabilized his body.

However, the hand that was holding Huibara disappeared without a trace.

"Haibara? Haibara!"

He grabbed the railing tightly, supported his body in the crowd, and hurriedly searched for the figure of Huibara Ai.

As the crowd passed, the stairwell suddenly became empty, leaving only the burned reporter lying on the ground.

Conan rubbed his bruised shoulder, jumped down from the railing, and rolled and crawled to the bottom of the two steps.

There lay a pair of broken glasses.

As for the girl wearing it, she had disappeared at this time.

Bang! !

Conan punched the iron railing hard, leaving a deep red mark on his small fist, which looked shocking.

Lost.

A complete and utter loss.

The bomb was not prevented from exploding and the people were not rescued.

Even the tail of the Black Organization was not seen.

Now even Huibara can't be protected.

Conan was silent, bright red blood flowed down his fingers and formed a few plum blossoms on the ground.

He picked up the glasses, blew away the dust, cleaned the broken lenses, and put them on.

He pressed the button gently, trying to open the tracking map, but the glasses did not move at all.

He pressed the button tirelessly, took out his detective badge and called out one after another.

But there is no signal here.

A deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart, followed by unspeakable fatigue.

......

From the outside, the fire on the Beihu Hotel looked like an exquisite neon light, hovering between blue and purple.

Glenfiddich quietly admired his masterpiece for a while, then extinguished the burnt cigarette butt against the wall and casually threw it into the trash can beside him.

Calculating the time, the little gadget left on the camera should be activated. He looked towards the door of the building and saw an elderly figure with gray hair.

What surprised Glenfiddich was that Pisco was holding a motionless child in his arms, who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"I don't remember the item of child trafficking in the plan." Gryffindor narrowed his eyes, his long black hair swaying in the wind. He reached out to hold down his top hat to prevent it from falling.

"Haha, is Shirley also an ordinary child?" Pisco smiled sinisterly, grabbed Huibara Ai's hair with one hand, revealing her face.

"You mean to say that Shirley, who I have raised for more than ten years and is now 1.7 meters tall, is a dwarf? I think you are getting senile and confused." Grenfiddich showed a sarcastic look on his face.

Pisco just threw the brown-haired girl to the ground and said meaningfully: "I don't believe you don't know about the medicine."

"There are reporters watching me over there. If I don't show up for too long, people will be suspicious. I'll leave Shirley to your care. I've used half a person's worth of ether."

"Anyway, I've already informed Gin about the capture of Shirley. If he doesn't see the child, you should be prepared to take the blame."

Grenfiddich took a deep look at his departing back, wondering what he was thinking.

He gently picked up the brown-haired girl who had been thrown to the ground. She had a frown on her face and was having some nightmare. Then Glenfiddich started walking towards the locked wine cellar.