Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

Inside the theater, the lights gradually dimmed and the performance was in full swing. The audience was immersed in the ocean of art, with only the fake Kudo Shinichi hiding in a corner of the theater.

"Josephine, Theresa." Banhen's voice rang out in the crowd, and he led them aside. "General Barras, let me introduce you to these two charming ladies, Theresa and Josephine."

Maki Shuli, dressed in gorgeous clothes, had a sly look in his eyes: "Oh? How could I not know the identity of this gentleman, General Napoleon Bonaparte, your bravery and fighting skills have long been known throughout the world."

Fumijiro Narisawa, who played the role of the general vividly, smiled and responded: "You two ladies are really flattering. It is fate that we meet here."

Maki Shuri took the opportunity to ask, "General, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

Cheng Ze Wenjiro extended his hand gentlemanly: "I'm happy to do it." As he said that, he gently put a ring on Makishuri's finger. The lights in the theater flashed, as if to crown this moment.

However, the good times did not last long. The scene changed and Josephine fell ill in bed, looking pale. Makshuli stroked the ring and memories came to his mind: "Those glorious days, Bonaparte, Elba Island, the King of Rome... everything is so vivid in my mind."

At this moment, the laughter of Genta Kojima came from a corner of the theater, breaking the silence.

The grand wedding scene unfolded immediately. Suzuki Sonoko held Mao Lilan's hand and pointed at the person next to the Pope in surprise: "Xiao Lan, look at that person, he looks like your dad!"

Mao Lilan was stunned, while Conan snorted and sneered: "This is the trap he set to catch Kidd."

At this moment, the fake Kudo Shinichi waved to Conan, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. Conan was anxious and turned to Huibara Ai and said, "Huibara, I'll leave this to you."

Huiyuan Ai nodded: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

The Pope's voice echoed in the theater: "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I give this crown symbolizing the French Emperor..."

Conan had already hurriedly crossed the corridor outside the theater and followed.

Conan was walking hurriedly in the dim corridor, but he suddenly jumped out from the corner, accidentally bumped into a guard and fell to the ground.

"Little brother, are you okay? It's dangerous to run like this." Guard A quickly helped Conan up and asked with concern.

Conan rubbed his sore knee and shook his head: "I'm fine. By the way..."

At this time, Guard B also heard the noise and rushed over: "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

Guard A explained what happened just now, and Conan took the opportunity to look at the equipment of the two guards: "I'm fine, but... Big brother, your baton is longer than this uncle's."

Guard B smiled and looked at his baton: "Really, my baton is quite long. But there are many styles of batons. You are quite knowledgeable, little brother."

Conan's eyes flashed with a cunning look: "I know that the length must be less than 60 cm, the diameter must be less than 320 cm, and the weight must be less than grams. The Public Security Commission of each prefecture has strict regulations on batons. But... isn't your baton a little too long? Hey, why is that?"

Guard B's face changed slightly and he showed a weird smile: "Why is this baton so long? That's because... it's not a baton at all!" As he said that, he suddenly pressed the baton, and the baton instantly emitted a strong light, and he turned and ran.