Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"There's another GA person with her. It will probably take about ten minutes to reach the top."

Vermouth was observing the rising Ferris wheel cabin through the telescope while reporting to Gin.

"Ten minutes. You hear me, Vodka."

"I'm ready to go any time."

Gin was very satisfied with the answer and continued to confirm the message with Vermouth:

"Where are the other police officers?"

"They are scattered all over the Ferris wheel. But this shouldn't affect our plans."

"Then wait for your signal and we'll act."

"understood."

Click, click,

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth looked at Bourbon, who was eating heartily across from her, and curled her lips with interest:

"You still have time to eat."

"You just sat here while I inspected the entire aquarium in 40 minutes."

Bourbon swallowed a bite of hamburger and looked at Vermouth who was drinking coffee across from him, with a somewhat sarcastic tone:

"If you don't exercise, you won't be hungry."

"Isn't this great? You and I have a clear division of labor. You are responsible for on-site reconnaissance, and I am responsible for observing from a distance and keeping track of the overall situation."

Vermouth said this, reaching out to tidy up her long golden hair that fell on her shoulders, looking lazy and comfortable.

Obtained by exploiting the Bourbon labor force.

Of course, this is just an illusion she puts on to the outside world.

The fake-smiling 'good man' laughed dryly twice and said without any sincerity:

"That's really hard on you."

There was quite a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"polite."

She spoke as if she knew how to write these two words.

Bourbon ignored the vermouth.

Those who didn't have more fun propped their chins with one hand, staring at the huge Ferris wheel in the distance and narrowed their eyes slightly.

"Bourbon."

"Ok?"

"Do you think, based on Gin's personality, he will blow up the entire Ferris wheel after we successfully take Curacao away?"

There was a slight pause in the action of stuffing food into his mouth.

The fingers holding the hamburger wrapper tightened slightly, and then loosened as if nothing had happened.

There is no doubt that the other party will do this.

Although the initial reason for deploying the bomb might have been to threaten GA so that Curacao could be taken away smoothly, after knowing that the other party planned to pick people up by helicopter, Toru Amuro gave up the idea.

He now felt that these bombs were more intended to destroy the "enemies" nearby and give them a warning or alert - their Black Organization was not to be trifled with.

...How arrogant.

There were a myriad of thoughts running through his mind, but the curve of the fake smile on his face didn't change at all.

Looking at the person who didn't even look back at him, Bourbon said cheerfully:

"So we can enjoy a fireworks show later?"

Hearing this answer, Vermouth looked back at Bourbon in surprise, then couldn't help laughing:

"You are really cruel."

Bourbon's expression remained unchanged despite being evaluated in this way. He continued to smile and retort in that cheerful tone:

"It's the same with you. You installed those things yourself. Besides, this is also a feature of our organization, isn't it?"

"Ah."

Vermouth sneered, and her beautiful light blue eyes looked through the glass window in front of her at the group of people of all shapes and sizes gathered under the Ferris wheel, and she said with a sigh:

"How pathetic."

There is no sincerity at all.

·

"Have all the manpower been deployed?"

"Our people changed their clothes and infiltrated all the places in the amusement park half an hour ago. They will be able to stabilize the whole situation as quickly as possible by then."

Yuya Kazami, who was disguised as 'Ishida', did not feel much relieved when he heard this.

He looked up at the slowly rotating Ferris wheel not far away and took a deep breath.

Now we can only trust each other, right?

·

"Huh...are you catching up?"

Conan, who was put down, let out a long sigh and asked subconsciously.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing nearby, straightened his scarf which was a little messy due to running, and took out his phone to take a look:

"Three minutes left."

"Now can you tell us what's going to happen?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had finally caught his breath, pulled out a chair and sat down, and asked Yun Xianhe.

The latter did not answer, but gently swirled his fingertips on his temples, as if to relieve his headache?

At least that's what Zhufu Jingguang thought.

Memories of how overuse of electronic stickers might have caused Yun Xianhe to fall into a coma long ago came back to him.

How much time has passed since the other party started to defuse the bomb?

Thinking of this, looking at the person who seemed to be distracted, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Xianhe, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm listening to something."

"??"

Oh, yes, he almost forgot that this advanced electronic product also has the function of listening to things.

So Xianhe is debugging?

Zhu Fu Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief when he felt that he understood what the other party was doing.

Conan, who was sitting next to him, stared at the Ferris wheel not far away, frowning as he saw the brilliant fireworks suddenly rising into the sky.

"That Curacao on it... is fake, right? Is it GA pretending to be him?"

Conan doesn't think they will hand over the hostages.

"Smart, but in order to convince the guy who's secretly peeping at me, I might have to put on a show later."

As he said this, Yun Xianhe took out the telescope again and handed it to the two people opposite him.

“This one is clearer.”

This is not the time to sit there and look at people through a telescope and wonder if they are weird.

Conan took one without hesitation, and then began to search for which cockpit the fake Curacao were in.

Yun Xianhe looked at the little detective who was almost about to fall off the chair and stick to the window glass, and reached out without hesitation to pull him back.

"You're going to fall off your chair."

"Hmm."

The young detective, who was concentrating on watching the show, responded perfunctorily.

Looking at the other party's expression, Yun Xianhe sighed helplessly and reminded:

"The second cockpit from the middle."

Swah——

Hearing this, Conan looked up suddenly, and Yun Xianhe was so fast that he was afraid that he would hit his neck.

Unfortunately, this place is still too far away.

Even with the telescope, I could only see people in the cockpit, but couldn't make out their lip movements. (?)

If Yun Xianhe knew what Conan was thinking, he would probably take out an ultra-high-definition telescope and hand it to him.

·

“Wow—so beautiful!”

“I have to say, the scenery in this place is pretty good, it’s just a pity.”

It's going to be blown up in a moment.

'Curaçao', who was sitting by the window, followed 'Kazami Yuya' and looked down, his arms handcuffed to the railing swinging leisurely.

"Just jump down in a moment."

"Would it be more realistic if you knocked me out and threw me out?"

"That's true, but it would be bad if it fell down like that and scared someone, right?"

But he remembered that there were many people watching below.