How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Seventeen fifty-five.

There are still five minutes before the scheduled time for the public exhibition.

The anxious crowd gathered, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

There was a huge metal box in the center of the hall, and the people standing beside it couldn't see what was inside.

This is Ninomiya's custom-made metal, and the strength is said to be comparable to the titanium alloy shell of the rocket.

In addition to the metal shell, there is actually a layer of very hard tempered glass inside, not to mention bullets, even with high-speed diamond blades, it may not be able to easily penetrate.

There is one and only one way to open the glass case—it is opened by the fingerprints of Kenzaburo Ninomiya, the owner.

Yuko Ninomiya stared at the "Stone of Life" whose mysterious veil was about to be unveiled with a condensed expression, with turbulent waves rolling in her dark eyes.

The granny gray-haired young man beside her looked around curiously, as if looking for something.

Kuroba Kaito's brain was spinning at high speed.

Long before he came, he had already collected information.

Although the role of the eldest lady and the boyfriend he played was just a simple "money relationship", but because of this, the eldest lady did not see any difference at all.

With a little bit of speaking and appropriate performance, it is not difficult to ask the answers you need.

This art museum is indeed heavily guarded, with mercenaries and police officers holding hands at every level. If the gems are really stolen, I am afraid that a fly will not be able to fly out of this art museum.

But that's okay.

He had no idea how many times he had stolen a well-guarded gem like this.

Not too difficult.

Just use the error between the glass and the light to make the gem inside the glass disappear suddenly in the public.

Immediately afterwards, Kenzaburo Ninomiya, who was anxious to check the gem, would definitely open the glass cover and hand over the gem to him.

After getting the gem, he only needs to confirm whether it is the one he needs.

Although it is a bit depressing to say that, in fact, there is a high probability that it will be returned.

He doesn't necessarily need to go out with this gem.

Even if he did go out, he had already prepared a plan B.

As the young phantom thief thought, he tried to get closer to the gem.

But how-

His clothes were also held tightly by Yuko Ninomiya.

This is not easy to handle, he can't take their gems under the eyes of the eldest lady.

Kuroba Kaito looked up at Yuko Ninomiya sadly, only to find that the other party's expression was not very good.

Yuko Ninomiya's slender fingers holding the hem of his clothes trembled slightly, and she looked unconsciously at the metal box in front of her.

His lips opened and closed several times, and his eyelashes fluttered quickly.

What's wrong with this lady?

How strange.

Kuroba Kuito pulled away the eldest young lady's hand, brought out the all-purpose excuse, and said softly:

"I don't feel well in my stomach, can I go to the toilet?"

The eldest lady raised her head, her dark eyes stared at Kuidou motionless for a while, and nodded her chin stiffly.

She bowed her head under Kuroba Kuito's gaze, and unknowingly let go of the hem of her clothes.

She didn't actually want what happened to this guy. After all, the poor boy she found was just an actor who paid for things, and had nothing to do with her.

She was just too nervous and too excited.

The extremely intense emotions lingered and fluctuated in her heart, so she couldn't help but grab some external things to ease her nervous emotions.

The image of the heavy, dark brown file bag came to her mind again.

time is limited.

·

The blond man lowered his head, walked quickly down the narrow stairwell, and bumped into a young gray-haired man head-on.

"sorry."

At first glance, the young man who looked like a grandmother raised his right hand slightly, apologetically apologized, and then walked sideways over Amuroto and continued to walk forward.

The young man has outstanding facial features, and his fair cheeks look a little immature against the gray hair of his grandmother.

He kept his head down, the dim light in the hallway illuminating half of his cheek.

Amuro Toru's eyes followed the sound, and his eyes fell on the youth.

It seems... something is not quite right.

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously trying to grab the man.

But the other party seemed to smear oil on the soles of his feet and walked quickly.

The purplish-grey eyes of the blond youth narrowed slightly as he glanced at the back of this young man who only had a relationship with one side.

This guy's hair is post-dyed, it smells of hair dye, and the texture is a little rough.

But this is also normal, young people are just following the trend.

The facial features are outstanding, the skin color of the face and the neck are not chromatic, and even the two hands that are stretched out are all the same white.

From the force that the guy just hit, he pushed his weight backwards, which was almost the same as the data he had seen visually.

The gray sportswear on him doesn't match the style of this art gallery, but if you really want to wear it like this, it may not be impossible to get in.

After all that face...

Amuro recalled the information he had read in the newspaper before.

That guy should be the poor boy in "The Romance of the Rich Miss and the Poor Boy".

An ordinary waiter in a hotel.

Amuro Toru's pupils shrank suddenly.

He realized where the problem was.

Moreover, in the direction this guy is going, isn't it the only thing he has just operated?

Originally I was going to do it myself, but now someone else does it for me...

Amuro raised his eyebrows, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, looking thoughtfully at the disappearing back of the man in front of him.

If you don't take advantage of it, I'm afraid it's a bit unreasonable.

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The lights around it went out little by little, and everyone's attention was slowly drawn to the center.

There was also an extremely bright headlight, which made the huge metal box below it extraordinarily mysterious.

"Welcome to this exhibition."

Kenzaburo Ninomiya came out of the lounge at the back of the pavilion, and while speaking, he slowly walked into the hall.

There was a half-smile on his wrinkled face, as if he was expecting something.

Beside him, a woman in her forties wearing a gaudy red dress placed her hand between Kenzaburō Ninomiya's arms, with a smug smile on her face.

As she walked across the crowd to the middle, she turned her head and glanced at Yuko Ninomiya, who was standing alone.

The crowd was a bit noisy.

Behind the two were Jiro Ninomiya, who followed them step by step, and a young man with short yellow hair and a mature appearance.

"Youzi, why didn't you come and stand with our family?"

The woman's eyes rolled back and forth, and her mouth painted with bright lipstick opened and closed, pretending to be suspicious.

Ninomiya Yuko looked at her calmly and ignored her.

"Mom! Can you stand still and don't talk?"

The yellow-haired youth looked at the woman in the red dress with disgust.

"What do you know?"

The woman gave the yellow-haired youth a sidelong glance, then turned to Yuko Ninomiya standing in the crowd, and beckoned like a pet.

"Yuzi, come here quickly."

The young woman in a goose-yellow evening dress expressionlessly lifted her hair that fell to her waist, revealing shiny earrings.

It looks like you can't hear anyone talking at all.

"You-"

"All right!"

After seeing this farce, Kenzaburo Ninomiya, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke out to stop it.

The gray-haired old man briefly gave some polite opening remarks, and it seemed that he didn't bother about this at all.

His gray eyes circled around the guests at the scene, and the corners of his lips curled in disdain.

After a few minutes of talking, he turned his head hastily and asked his old friend Jiro Ninomiya to lift the lid.

When Jiro Ninomiya, who had been standing behind him, heard the words, he stepped forward very obediently and walked to the metal box in three or two steps. After a simple operation, the metal box covering the outermost layer slowly descended.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the display stand in the middle, holding their breath and looking forward to it.

The white light from the ceiling hit the glass cover almost vertically.

As the metal layer descended little by little, a dark blue gem was gradually revealed inside the transparent glass cover.

The crowd was silent for a moment, before a short burst of noisy discussion.

"So beautiful!"

"Huh? Didn't you say you bought an emerald? Why is it blue?"

"Hey! You don't understand this. Emerald is just a variety, and aquamarine is also a kind of emerald."

"I really want to know if this gem is as magical as the legend!"

"Impossible, we have to believe in science..."

Conan listened to the popular science, and a little bored, looked away from the extremely bright sapphire in the center.

He glanced curiously sideways at the lady Ninomiya and her boyfriend—

These two did not stand with the group of people from the Ninomiya consortium in the middle, but stood extremely strangely in the vast crowd. Inconspicuous at first glance.

To be honest, although Conan has not been in love yet, he probably knows a little about the atmosphere that a person in love should have.

These two are completely unfamiliar strangers! Except for always being bound together...

The gray-haired young man had run out before, but at some point, he quietly returned to the venue and stood beside the eldest lady again.

The gray-haired youth's black eyes stared at the glass cover in the middle, and his fingers hanging beside his legs lit his gray sweatpants one after another, as if waiting for a certain point in time.

Beside him, the young woman in the goose-yellow evening dress was also looking at the center of the venue intently.

But it's weird-

She's not looking at gems.

Conan's height is not enough, he can only reluctantly judge that the final point of the woman's sight is not on the line in the center, but slightly more than that line.

As for how much the deviation is, what exactly is this guy looking at...

Bad judgment.

Are these two really okay?

He always had a bad premonition in his heart.

Mr. Amuro came here, it must be because of some organization-related event. What exactly is the event? Does the organization want this gem, or...the organization wants to kill someone.

Thinking of this, Conan's heart was like a heavy stone.

It was hard to breathe.

Undercover will always be forced to do something.

Although he also believed that Mr. Amuro would never kill innocent people indiscriminately, blood contamination should be unavoidable.

I hope Mr. Amuro is just trying to get that gem.

The little black-haired detective frowned quite maturely, and turned his head to look at Toru Amuro, who was standing at the outermost side of the crowd.

The blond youth leaned against the gray wall with a blank expression, looking a little special among the people with warm eyes.

But everyone's eyes were focused on the gem in the middle, and no one paid attention to the guy standing in the corner.

His purple-gray eyes wandered aimlessly in the crowd, then slowly lowered and landed on the ground in front of him, seemingly bored and waiting for something.

Faces that were either anxious, distracted, or bored appeared on the screen.

All of them were scaled down on the surveillance screen.

There were only a few people standing in the dim monitoring room.

The light and shadow of the dark-haired youth were constantly changing on the face of the black-haired youth.

His amber eyes flicked back and forth in the split screens, fingers fiddling with the watch in his hand unconsciously.

The pointer on the top is still moving forward a little bit.

All are waiting.

waiting-

The lights at the exhibition site suddenly went out.