Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Hearing Curacao mention those fragile partners, Kazami Yuya curled his lips and finally said:

"Just throw it on the platform and it won't fall off. Or will it be taken away with him?"

"No, that would be too much trouble."

If Gin were to catch a GA person, he would surely face endless torture.

But robots are not afraid of this little bit of human torture.

After all, in this world, even the most powerful cutting machine cannot hurt them at all.

But it would be too troublesome to expose my identity.

Curacao, who overheard the conversation between Vermouth and Gin, raised the corners of his lips slowly:

"Are you ready?"

"bring it on!"

After saying this, Curacao, who had his back to the window, turned around and looked outside as if curious, then suddenly pressed his head with his other hand and struggled in pain.

On the second floor of the restaurant opposite the aquarium, Vermouth, who had been silently watching, frowned when she saw this.

What happened? Didn't Curacao recover his memory?

Within the range of the telescope, Curacao was half leaning on the handguard next to the glass window, as if exhausted from pain.

And 'Yuya Kazami', who was originally pointing a gun at him, also hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket, as if he was going to call the emergency number.

Just when 'Yuya Kazami' shifted his gaze away from 'Curaçao', the latter suddenly moved.

With a clean and quick scissor kick, the man was knocked to the ground.

Vermouth, who saw this scene through the telescope, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"She really recovered her memory."

Bourbon, who was sitting opposite her, was also observing the situation through a telescope.

When he saw Curacao knock down Yuya Kazami quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, he felt a phantom pain in his neck.

It must be said that the group of partners that Yun Xianhe found can really act to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing.

After confirming the situation of "Curacao", Vermouth rechecked the program she had installed in the electrical box in the amusement park's main control room while Bourbon was strolling on the street.

After seeing the one minute and fifty-nine seconds displayed on the screen, she pressed the contact button on the headset again and said to Gin:

"Curacao has entered a controllable area and will reach the highest point in two minutes. We are almost ready to start."

The other end of the communicator.

Gin grinned upon hearing the news, and turned to Vodka:

"Vodka, activate the mechanical claw."

"Okay! The hatch is open."

The helicopter hidden in the darkness slowly extended its iron claws and approached the target again.

During this time, Curacao in the cockpit continued its performance.

Lying on the ground, 'Yuya Kazami' looked peaceful, allowing the other party to take away his gun, cell phone and handcuffs keys from him.

The unlocked phone was directly disassembled and the SIM card from the original phone in Curacao was installed.

Curacao skillfully found the number marked as Absinthe from the synchronized address book and sat down, leaning his head against the window as if looking around.

The call was quickly answered.

After the other party said "Curacao", Curacao smiled and said:

"Long time no see, Belmod."

"Your memory has indeed been restored."

"I also have to thank these GAs for providing me with such a good position, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort to get out of the police hospital."

Hearing this, Vermouth felt a little relieved.

It seems that the previous text message was indeed sent from Curacao.

Although the timing was a bit coincidental, it still saved Kil's life.

"When are you coming to pick me up? There are a lot of GA people outside."

"That's not a problem. Gin will pick you up soon."

"Gin?"

Upon hearing the news, Curacao pretended to be a little surprised.

After all, Gin is rarely sent out to rescue people, and he is responsible for clearing up the enemies.

As if hearing the surprise in her tone, Vermouth said:

"You have done a great deed this time. The boss values ​​you very much. Well, the time is almost up, Cinderella, wait there for the pumpkin carriage to pick you up."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Curacao looked at the phone interface that had not yet darkened, and smiled:

"Absinthe is quite romantic. Could it be that the other person is a fairy tale lover?"

Lying on the ground, 'Kazami Yuya' changed his posture:

"Shouldn't we pumpkin helicopters?"

"Hahahaha, that's right."

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"Pfft, hahahaha!"

Conan and Zhufu Jingguang, who were sitting opposite, looked at Yun Xianhe who suddenly laughed out loud, and blinked in confusion.

The two people who witnessed the fight originally wanted to ask, "Are they okay?"

But when they saw Yun Xianhe smiling so happily, they knew that he must be fine and might even be having a lot of fun.

But what happens next... is it planned to have the other party disguise as Curacao and go directly into the winery, and then pass the message to the outside, so as to disintegrate the entire Black Organization?

Conan's eyes lit up when he thought of this, and then he became worried.

Is the other party really okay?

Is it too risky for GA to do this? If they are discovered, can the other party escape unscathed?

"Twenty-two seconds left."

Just as Conan was thinking about this and that, Yun Xianhe on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

The young detective subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist, and his heart beat faster as the other party counted down.

"What five seconds?"

Swish—pop!

The crowd's exclamations and the slight noise of electricity came in through the window.

The bright lights that were originally visible on the Ferris wheel went out, and the entire park was surrounded by darkness in an instant. Only the lights in the old aquarium where Yun Xianhe and the others were were still on.

"The power suddenly went out outside?! Did they do it?!"

"What on earth do they want to do?!"

Conan and Morobushi Kagemitsu, who were sitting opposite, stood up excitedly.

Yun Xianhe, sitting firmly in the chair, supported his chin with one hand and glanced at them, then lowered his eyes to look at the restless crowd below.

The GA, who had been prepared for this, disguised themselves as workers and tried to maintain order at the scene, organizing people to move closer to the light and away from the Ferris wheel.

Be quick, you never know when those people will detonate the bomb.

It would be best if you could delay it for a while.

"Those are...GA people? Wait, why don't they evacuate those near the Ferris wheel?"

Conan and Zhufu Jingguang, who didn't know that Yun Xianhe had replaced all the GAs near the Ferris wheel with robots, frowned.

Then they all looked up in unison towards the highest point of the Ferris wheel - the cabin where the Curacao was.

There are no stars and no moon in the sky tonight.

The thick black color seemed like a stage specially built for this action.

It was not until the propeller wind broke up the few invisible thin clouds that people discovered the clues.

Conan and Zhu Fujingguang opened their mouths subconsciously and were about to shout out, but their voices were blocked by dry and warm palms at the same time.

"Shh-"

Yun Xianhe, who had stood up and stood beside them at some point, lowered his voice and said slowly:

"Keep your voice down and don't cause panic."