Conan and I start the hell-level main line

At the gate of Fantasy Park, it was almost noon, and Yitelin’s interview had ended (although most of them were still waiting for people to come back in the central square), so many tourists had already walked out of the gate and returned to the hotel.

But it was still early and there weren't so many people around. Itlin, Officer Nakamori and Suzuki Jirokichi got out of the car and walked towards the gate together.

Conan and Natsume, who had just arrived, saw the three people who had gone ahead. It must be said that they really acted like stalkers.

"Natsume-san, they are there."

Natsume looked carefully and saw an acquaintance, "Wait a minute, Conan, why is Mr. Maori here too..."

Kogoro Mouri was walking on the street in a daze, his face looking as miserable as if he had lost 200 yuan, and he walked towards the exit with a ruthless step.

"Hey, have you heard that Miss Okino Yoko seems to be involved in a murder case?" The doormen whispered to each other. It is normal to slack off during work.

"Really? Then what happens? Can Yoko Okino's book signing event still go on?" asked a burly middle-aged man in work clothes.

Maori Kogoro happened to hear this and said out of boredom: "What else can we do? Miss Yoko has already left with Nichimi TV. It's all thanks to that stupid suggestion of Takagi."

The middle-aged man wanted to cry but had no tears. "Oh, no, didn't we say it would end at noon? I was thinking of asking for an autograph when I changed shifts..."

Maori Kogoro: "Oh, I didn't expect a big, strong man like you to appreciate Miss Yoko's gracefulness and beauty."

The middle-aged man scratched his cheek embarrassedly, "This... Actually, I am reluctantly interested. I mainly want to ask for one for my boss. He has been too busy these two days. I want to give him a gift to make him happy."

"Oh, you can't judge a person by his appearance. I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful when I saw you like this." Maori Kogoro put himself in his shoes. It would be great if my disobedient bastard apprentice could also be considerate of me as a teacher.

Natsume Xing could feel a chill at the first moment even from a distance, "Huh... why do I feel like someone is saying something bad about me..."

Conan???△??？ ?: Huh???

Maori Kogoro looked at the somewhat burly, dark-skinned staff member and felt strange, so he asked, "That's not right. Would Fantasy Park ignore the appearance these days and hire a guy with a beard like a gangster in the movie as a staff member?"

According to common sense, the doormen of large companies and groups usually recruit strong and secure men, or young talents or beautiful women. If I hadn't told you, I would have thought this was a strong man's club.

The middle-aged man didn't expect to be asked this question and was in a hurry. He didn't organize his words well and just made up a reason to fool people.

Anyway, stupid Kogoro won't care.

Kogoro Mouri felt even more strange, shrugged his shoulders and ignored this weirdo. Because he had the ID of Fantasy Park, he could go directly to the exit and scan the sensor at the exit with his ID to automatically open the gate.

Itelin was standing behind them, and he seemed to see through everything. Suzuki Jirokichi thought he was looking at Maori Kogoro, with whom he had just solved a case. He smiled and thought Itelin was interested, so he introduced it in detail.

After all, as Sonoko's uncle, he had naturally heard a lot of Sonoko bragging about the father of his best friend Xiaolan, and he had also worked with this famous detective before, so he had some understanding of him.

However, Itlin waved his hand indifferently, showing no interest. It seemed that in his eyes, he disliked the foolish Kogoro who did not do his job, mindlessly pursued Okino Yoko, and kept targeting the suspect.

As a serious detective, I really have nothing to say about such a master of comedy.

Conan: "Natsume-san, what are you looking at? Let's go over there too."

"Oh, okay." Of course, the person Natsume was looking at was the big, thick, and stupid Black Russian who was as stupid as Vodka.

What is he doing here? It must be bad news.

Kogoro Mouri came to the gate and placed his ID on the sensor, but... there were only a few beeps, but no change, and the door did not open.

"Hey, that's strange, why can't I open the door?" Kogoro Mouri slid his ID across the sensor, but there was no response at all.

The staff member who was chatting with someone earlier came up and asked, "Sir, are you sure that the ID in your hand is from Fantasy Park?"

Maori Kogoro nodded and said, "That's for sure. I used this to get in this morning. It can't be fake."

"Have you ever been to the sea with your ID?"

"No." Kogoro Maori frowned. How could I be in the mood to go into the sea? Only those carefree little kids would play to their heart's content.

The staff was very puzzled: "That's strange. Normally, visitors use tickets to enter and exit the Fantasy Park. The sensor scans the barcode on the ticket. It's an identification system, but the ID is special. It uses magnetic induction as a basis. The sensor receives the electromagnetic signal sent by the ID. Logically, there should be no problem as long as the ID is not changed."

Yi Telin saw the problem ahead and stepped forward. "In short, the fence gate is opened by the electromagnetic signal of the ID?"

The staff nodded to confirm. All the guards who had received training from Fantasy Park knew this very well. Yitlin narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Does the electronic component system in the fence gate use any radio equipment?"

The staff shook his head, "No, this is just a door opener, why would you need a radio..."

!!! As soon as these words came out, Itsuki's pupils shrank. As soon as the words fell, Itsuki stretched out his hands to grab the collars of Maori Kogoro and the staff, and dragged them back in a hurry.

Maori Kogoro was shocked and didn't understand what was going on. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

Natsume Xing, who was already close, just happened to hear their conversation and quickly reacted. The radio... Fu Huashi, as the black party, wanted to assassinate, and the trick she often liked to use was...

BOOM! ! Eight eggs, no, they are bombs! ! Remote-controlled bombs!

The gate of the fantasy park was covered by the glass baffle that provided shade and protection from the sun and rain. The explosion and black smoke enveloped the entire gate. The shock wave blew away three people who were very close to it. Fortunately, they retreated in the first place and were not injured.

Maori Kogoro fell to the ground in a mess, his head still a little dizzy, but looking at the scene in front of him, the thick smoke and black smoke were so thick that he was extremely shocked, "This...what happened? ! !

Yitelin rolled over twice and stabilized himself, half-knelt on the ground, calmly replied: "It was an assassination."

The next sentence was whispered: Those people haven't given up yet.

Conan ran over anxiously and helped Maori Kogoro up, "Uncle Maori, are you okay?"

Maori Kogoro: "You little brat, why are you here?"

Conan: "Natsume and I had to go back to the hotel for something, and Xiaolan said that you had to go back too, so we just happened to run into each other."

Natsume Xing watched the explosion at the gate gradually subside, his jaw dropped. No, it really exploded, great prophet, this is... What will happen next time, an assassination? . .

Yi Telin: "This should be a remote-controlled explosion. The remote control receiving device should be radio. Radio is a type of electromagnetic wave, which may conflict with the electromagnetic signal generated by the ID. If the bomb is installed inside the fence door, it may really fail. It seems that the assassin does not know that the sensor receives electromagnetic signals, so we noticed something wrong."

"The staff member just said that anyone who has received training will understand. So, is there an assassin disguised as a staff member who has been watching here and waiting for me to pass by and detonate the bomb?"

Yitelin looked at the Black Russian staff member with a grim look.