CONAN: I have a compositing station

Officer Twilight felt that the words of the female writer made sense.

But after all, the stakes are high, and we still can't be sloppy.

He subconsciously began to look for a familiar brother in the exhibition hall.

It stands to reason that this kind of memorial service for famous directors.

Brother Xia Mu should be there.

But he didn't find any familiar figures.

Maybe Brother Xia Mu didn't come and said not necessarily.

......

In the corner of the venue, Conan quietly crouched under the table, holding the clues he currently had.

A purple handkerchief, and a fragment of a semicircular arc of metal.

When the handkerchief was pitch black, the chandelier fell and floated on Conan's head.

It is embroidered with the words of the memorial service of the director of the sake roll.

Conan speculates that it may be that the Pisk hiding in the shadows accidentally left behind after designing to kill the Swallow Councillor.

And Conan observed that almost every guest held a similar handkerchief in his hand.

It's just that the colors are different.

It should be a souvenir specially distributed by the organizer to match the screening of "Rainbow Handkerchief", the masterpiece of the director of the wine roll.

Next, you only need to go to the counter at the door to investigate who the person with the purple handkerchief is.

Another piece of debris, he picked up on the ground.

It was Mr. Sanbi, who was eating, who ate a foreign substance from the meal, thinking that the chef did not pay attention to hygiene when cooking, so he vomited on the ground.

When such a big thing happened, the other party could still eat fried rice casually.

I don't know if it's really a big heart, or because the death of the swallowing councillor feels very happy, and the appetite is greatly increased.

The fragment appears to be one of the clasps of a ring with a crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling.

But Mr. Sanbottle's location is still some distance from where the crystal lamp fell.

Why did it fall in that position?

Conan, who couldn't figure it out, first came to the counter.

The current clue is not clear, but since the handkerchief may be Pisk's, you can follow this clue first.

"Uncle policeman, can I go pee?"

Conan came to the gate of the venue and asked with an innocent look.

The police officer guarding the door of the venue saw that it was a small child and opened the door without much thought.

Outside the door, the reporter who came smelling of fishy smell was already tightly blocked in the aisle outside.

Seeing that the door opened a crack, all kinds of flashes and microphones hurriedly came over.

Conan quickly tugged at the sweatshirt and hat on his head and squeezed out with the advantage of size.

When the reporter saw that it was a child, he was not impressed, but focused on the police officer who was watching the door.

Two police officers quickly closed the door.

Although it was not long before and after, the noise still came into the venue.

Everyone noticed the scene outside the door, and now they were clamoring to leave.

In the crowd, Pisk heard the movement on this side and glanced back in the direction of the door.

I happened to see a little girl standing at the gate of the venue, seemingly ready to go out.

But after seeing the police close the gate, the little girl retreated.

Pisk knew the girl.

Exactly what Gin made him look for, Shirley!

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a child now.

No wonder Gin Jiu has been searching for no results.

"Huh..."

Pisk chuckled meaninglessly.

- Outside the venue.

Conan ran to the counter and successfully found the name registered on the roster.

There were only seven people, and the range of suspects was greatly reduced.

Conan was happy.

Someone is surrounded by a bunch of wild bees and butterflies, and is tired of coping at the moment, and it is estimated that there is no time to investigate the murderer's information.

Next, it's time for him to perform.

- Inside the venue.

"What now. Police officer.

Takagi quietly came to Officer Twilight and asked in a low voice.

Because of the death of Councillor Swallow, the entire memorial service could not continue, and the guests present were clamoring to leave.

The outside was already full of reporters, and all the people present were figures with heads and faces.

No one wants to stay here too much because of such things.

"Leaving them here again is estimated to cause riots."

"At the moment, it's just an accident, I think it's better to let them leave first."

Officer Twilight pondered for a moment, then said.

With Twilight Officer ordered.

The police officer at the door opened the door to the venue.

Conan, who had just finished reading the list outside the door, turned around and saw the surging flow of people.

Everyone kept their heads down, dodged the flash shooting, followed the crowd, rushed away layer after layer of reporters, and left.

Conan even saw Natsuki's figure in the flow of people.

Natsuki looked resistant, as if he wanted to stay.

But surrounded by crowds, there is no way to resist.

Around him, most of the female guests who were present today.

[Save me!]

After seeing Conan, Natsuki seemed to say something.

But the surroundings could be noisy, and Conan could barely tell what Natsuki meant by his lip shape.

[Go with peace of mind.]

Conan replied with a lip shape, an unstoppable smile at the corners of his mouth, with a bit of schadenfreude.

Seeing the unwilling look on Natsuki's face before leaving the Rice Flower Hotel, the smile on Conan's face was even worse.

How did the detective's footsteps stagnate because of a little fat powder.

Go at ease Natsuki, and let me carry on your legacy."

......

In the crowd, a little girl with her head bowed was using the cover of the crowd to lower her head and prepare to run out of the rice flower restaurant.

And yet....

Pisk, who had long been eyeing her, followed the crowd and quietly came behind her.

After slowly approaching Shirley, Pisk pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

While the other party was burying his head in the road, Pisk immediately stretched out his hand.

One hand took the other person in her arms, and the other hand quietly covered her face with a handkerchief.

"Why are you running around here, what if you are stepped on, come uncle to take you out."

Pisk's tone was tinged with concern.

He happened to find a little girl who was crowded in the crowd and would be trampled on if she didn't pay attention, so she took the other party and left with her.

Shirley was startled, and she quickly struggled in panic.

But with her current size, she can't break free from the confinement of Pisk's arm.

But before she could struggle a few times, she fell into a coma because she inhaled the anesthetic prepared by Pisk in advance on the handkerchief.

Feeling the feeling of resistance coming from his arm slowly weakened, Pisk's face remained silent.

He changed the position of the little girl in his arms and changed it to a horizontal hug.

It looked as if Shirley was asleep in his arms.

Holding Shirley, Pisk turned a corner halfway, walked through the hallway, and disappeared into the hall.

[Half an hour later, Pisco, the old museum of the Mihua Hotel, Pisco] Pisk

sent a message to Gin Jiu on his mobile phone.

Then quietly came to another building with Shirley.