How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

Director Sakemaki's memory meeting is over.

To be precise, it was ended, a situation that had to be ended due to an unexpected event such as the death of a political figure called Tunkou.

In the venue that should have been crowded with people, now there are only a few people left, and the most of them are the notes for sorting out the corpses.

In addition, there is Sanbo Yasuo who is desperately lying on his stomach like a starved ghost reincarnated.

"Food is more important than anything else, Police Department."

Mu Mu rolled his eyes, and decided not to pay any attention to this strange thing.

In addition to this strange thing that the dead are still desperately eating, the most surprising thing is that there are two women in the venue.

The famous American actress Chris Wynyard, and the famous graphic model Junko Enoshima.

I really don't understand women these days...

Facing the place where someone just died, you can still stay leisurely.

Soon, Megushisan's subordinates found more than a dozen people who were similar in stature to Masuyama Kenzo, of the same height class, also wearing black suits, and willing to assist the police, and then formed a group of three with two patrolmen and one suspect. The way, a group of a group to leave the venue.

At the same time as these people left the venue, an actress named Chrissy Wynyard also took action, leaving the venue and walking towards the elevator.

Cupido City Hotel is a well-known large hotel. There are quite a lot of elevators, but there are more people. Naturally, there is no such thing as an empty elevator when it is opened. In the opened elevator, there is an old man with five children.

A stocky fat boy, a boy with freckles, a boy with round eyes, a little girl with dark hair, and a brown hair with a touch of red, turned away as if avoiding something, looking shivering delicate girl.

Red-brown?

To be precise, the brown hair with red color, the brain recalled and thought at that moment.

Will it be Miyano Shiho?

Maybe, maybe not, just being sure is enough.

The actress fumbled in the bag she was carrying, intending to find candy from it and give it to the children in front of her as a meeting gift, and then the girl with her body on her back turned around and could see

The elevator gradually closed, but eventually opened a gap before fully closing.

"Ah, I caught up."

Then, the female model with pale golden double ponytails and a childlike appearance stepped into the elevator.

Tsk...

Chrissy Wynyard, no, a member of the Black Organization, a woman codenamed Belmode, was gnashing her teeth deep in her heart.

The girl in the advertisement in the elevator who was covered and looked at is probably Miyano Shiho, but now is not the time for extra trouble, the top priority should be to recover that idiot Pisk that was confiscated by the police and filled with internal organization materials notebook.

Pisk is such an idiot, how on earth did he get to this position...

Although he had to give up temporarily, Belmode looked left and right, and firmly remembered the faces of the five teenagers and the old man in his heart.

There will be a chance, in the near future, soon, soon, there is no way for you to escape from my palm, Miyano Shiho.

Enoshima Junko's eyes turned to the elevator panel. There were only two isolated buttons on it, which led to the first floor and the underground respectively. Both the first floor and the underground have parking lots. Of course, there are differences in prices.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced to his side.

The old man brought five children to the city restaurant. Although the children wore different clothes, the old man's clothes were not cheap, but rather simple.In other words, such old people will not use the expensive underground parking lot.

"Did you come here by car? The driving position in Japan is different from that in the United States. Can Miss Wynyard get used to it?"

Suddenly, Enoshima Dunko asked.

I don't speak Japanese.

Belmode kept this setting in mind.

So he smiled apologetically: "I can't speak Japanese."

"You don't understand me, but you know I'm speaking Japanese?"

Enoshima Dunko asked back.

Because this is Japan?Belmode thought.

"Sorry, you don't understand this sentence, do you?"

Enoshima Dunko naturally ended the topic on his own.

Hui Yuanai faced the elevator, looking a little pensive about the wall.

Roughly speaking, there was such a conversation not long ago.

Do you want to fight?or not?

What kind of answer did you make at that time?

Thinking, remembering, but finally failed to get the answer.

Because, Haibara Ai didn't give an answer, but ended the question with a complaint.

Probably, the current situation is the retribution of escaping at that time.

There is no preparation to escape, nor the consciousness to fight, but to suddenly face this kind of encounter and enter this kind of crisis.

The unknown woman on the left doesn't need to think about it. She must be a member of that organization. There is nothing wrong with that.

And the one on the right, although I don't know who is sacred, but it almost exudes the same rancid smell, no, it is a deeper smell than that.

With a little help-seeking eyes, he glanced at the only person who could be counted on in this situation, Edogawa Conan.

However, the famous detective, who is late to the psychology of women, is only struggling with the matter of how to get the notebook at this moment.

Can't count on it at all.

Do you want to fight?or not?

The question of Wei Wei's inability to judge the situation lingered in his mind, whirled around, and changed the volume and voice.

Show me your fight! ! !