Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

This was also Rum's good luck. The teacher named "Xiafang Sanliang" was the head of an overseas brand company invited by the modeling agency. He was mainly responsible for selecting models to participate in the brand show in the next quarter on behalf of the company, so the woman who came to contact him was not familiar with him.

Even because Sanliang was sick and wearing a mask, the woman still hasn't been able to match his face with the number. Poor him, he is now a corpse lying somewhere.

So at the woman's kind invitation, Rum left with the woman, walked through several doors, and entered a spacious room.

At this moment, many people were already waiting in the room, and everyone looked at Rum who came in with eager eyes and anticipation.

Rum: “…”

This is good, after all, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

There are so many hostages here. Even if they are exposed, they can still hold a few of them hostage and buy time until they can organize others to rescue them.

Looking at it this way, it's surprisingly good.

So Rum stepped forward, sat in the center position with peace of mind, and became a judge of the models.

At the same time, Jinpei Matsuda was still looking for someone with great difficulty.

"It's really weird."

Jinpei Matsuda felt something was wrong.

Logically speaking, that guy should be on this floor, so why is there no one around?

Jinpei Matsuda was almost doubting whether he had made a wrong judgment.

Soon, he stopped and looked serious.

Since no one is seen outside, there is only one possibility -

Dark under the lamp!

Jinpei Matsuda's gaze fell on the place where the models gathered.

There were a lot of people at that location. Not only was there a queue outside, but people were also constantly coming in and out of the room. It was obvious that some kind of audition or interview was going on inside.

Given the killer's body shape and figure, it would be humiliating for him to try to blend in with these models, so he could only be a judge.

Jinpei Matsuda slowly approached that direction, hoping to squeeze into the room to take a look.

"Hey—" Someone pressed his shoulder, "Who are you? Get in line!"

Jinpei Matsuda looked back.

It was a handsome male model. He pointed to the number plate on his waist and looked at Matsuda Jinpei with a vigilant look: "Go get your own number plate, don't cut in line."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

If he could, he wanted to pull out his gun, put it to the guy's head and yell, "I'm not a male model!"

However, the situation was complicated, so he could only suppress his anger and said in a low voice, "I was just taking a look at the door."

The other person looked incredulous and pulled his shoulder harder, "There's nothing interesting in there. If you have the time, you might as well queue up and go in."

The people behind him also looked at him curiously.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Otherwise, I'd better take out my police ID.

"Dad, why are you still here? We're almost late!"

Suddenly, a child grabbed Jinpei Matsuda's hand.

When Jinpei Matsuda lowered his head, he saw the kid wearing glasses.

"Conan?"

Conan shook the number plate in his hand and pulled Matsuda Jinpei towards another door: "Dad, come on, we are at the other entrance."

Jinpei Matsuda glared at the guy who stopped him and was pulled aside by Conan.

"Conan, why are you here?" Jinpei Matsuda squatted down and looked at him with a scrutinizing look.

Conan: "I'm chasing the killer."

"Ok?"

Conan scratched his head: "Uncle Maori and I just happened to see the killer fleeing the scene, so I quickly chased after him."

Jinpei Matsuda: “…” You’re amazing.

"When did you get this number plate?" Matsuda Jinpei lowered his eyes, looking puzzled.

Logically speaking, Conan should have arrived here at about the same time as them, so how did he get such a front-row number?

Conan coughed lightly, a little embarrassed. "There's a kid from the parent-child group over there. I traded a Kamen Rider card with him."

I'm just sorry to Yuantai.

Matsuda Jinpei: "...Well done."

He picked up the number plate, lifted Conan up, put him down with a different face, and whispered, "Well, you can go now. It's very dangerous here. Don't stay any longer."

Conan struggled: "Officer Matsuda, you really are the one who crosses the river and then destroys the bridge!"

Matsuda Jinpei raised the corner of his lips and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go."

Conan turned back, crossed his arms, and looked up at him proudly: "Look carefully, this number is the 'parent-child area', which means that they will only let us in if two 'models', one big and one small, are present at the same time."

Matsuda Jinpei: "?"

He picked up the number plate and took a closer look, and it was true.

Matsuda Jinpei was convinced: "You little brat, no wonder you suddenly pulled me to call daddy, I don't have a son like you."

"Number 36, prepare to enter, number 36——"

At this moment, the number at the door over there started to be called, and it happened to be the number in their hands.

Conan smiled and held out his hand: "Dad, let's go in quickly?"

Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth and said, "Call me uncle!"

Then he took Conan's hand with a dark face and walked to the door with the little kid to enter.

The person at the door checked the number plate and then let Tian Zhenping and the other person in.

The entrance is still a small room, which is the formal waiting room. Another door inside is the formal interview area.

Jinpei Matsuda was finally able to observe the situation inside from close range.

"Doesn't that judge over there look alike?" Conan asked in a low voice.

Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes and said, "It's this guy."

The other party is here indeed!

Haha! It'll be hard for him to find it.

"He knows me. I will be discovered as soon as I show up." Conan said, "And he has been observing the Poirot Cafe. Officer Matsuda has been there several times. He must know you too."

There are so many people here, Conan is really not sure whether the other party will do anything reckless.

Matsuda Jinpei frowned and pulled out his gun: "If there is no other choice, we can only shoot him to death."

Ensuring the safety of the people is the top priority.

Conan opened his mouth, but didn't refute.

After all, human life is much more important than clues.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Rum on the stage looked at the door vigilantly, and his hand holding the gun never took it out, always ready to draw the gun.

Matsuda Jinpei and Conan looked at each other: "It's the Public Security Bureau!"

Matsuda Jinpei shifted his gaze to the pile of discarded props next to him, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He picked up the teddy bear jacket next to him, put it on Conan, and grabbed the pink balloon left by someone next to him, and walked out with Conan in his arms.

Conan who just put on the bear costume: ! !

Officer Matsuda is so brave?!

At this moment, most people's attention is on the door in front.

"Sorry, you can't go in."

"I told you to get out of the way—"

It was Yuya Kazami's voice.

Rum also turned his head and shifted his attention to the door, but he did not notice that right in front of him, a cool guy wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses and a cowboy hat was walking towards the stage in broad daylight, holding a child who looked like a teddy bear in one hand and holding a pink balloon to cover his face with the other hand.

Conan covered half of his face with a bear hat and helped to check the situation while whispering, "Officer Matsuda, please at least pretend..."

This catwalk is so lame! Luckily, no one was looking this way, otherwise Matsuda Jinpei would have been exposed in a second.

Matsuda Jinpei frowned and sighed softly: "I can't!"

He doesn't even like to read fashion magazines, how could he possibly understand these things! Isn't it just walking? He thinks his walking is normal!

Conan was powerless to complain: "..."

Forget it, at least Officer Matsuda didn't march in step.

Jinpei Matsuda's steps were exceptionally bold and his speed was twice as fast as a normal model. He arrived in front of the judges' podium in almost the blink of an eye.

The rest of the judges began to whisper.

Finally, Rum turned his gaze back.

Conan clenched his fists: "Officer Matsuda——"

It's now!