Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 269 Don't stand under the headlight when you have Conan

"Ladies and gentlemen." While the police and Conan were on the alert, the master of ceremonies who knew nothing pushed the remembrance meeting to the next stage:
"The next thing I want to play is the slideshow that Director Shumaki treasured during his lifetime—please enjoy it!"

"!" Conan's complexion changed. Just as he was about to shout "Wait", the staff quickly pressed the switch.

The lights went out in an instant, and the only light source left in the entire hall was a slide projector next to the master of ceremonies.

Hui Yuanai vaguely saw the figure in front of him flickering, sinking into the darkness, she pulled Conan nervously: "Tunkou is gone!"

The Megure Police Department also discovered this problem, and urged Takagi and other police officers: "Go find it, hurry up!"

In the corner, Bai Shu hugged his Polaroid, walked around the people standing in the hall, sneaked towards his destination, and switched the flashlight to on mode on the way.

On the screen in front, scenes with a very contemporary atmosphere were projected.

The master of ceremonies was halfway explaining it, when he suddenly felt a flash click, and after a while, it flashed again.

He laughed twice, and said in a calm tone: "Although I understand everyone's desire to take pictures as souvenirs, you can't take slides with flash."

Bai Shu looked at a man and a woman embracing each other in one photo, and at a person in a strange pose in another photo, and was very satisfied with this snapshot.

He held the newly printed photo, took advantage of the darkness in the hall, stuffed it into the arms of a reporter he had chosen before, and then slipped back to his original position.

While he was doing these actions, the hall began to become chaotic-although the situation could not be seen clearly, everyone heard a loud crash.

The sputtering sound was accompanied by some screams, and the master of ceremonies stood at the front desk without knowing why, and soon heard someone shouting: "Hurry up and turn on the lights!"

Something seems to be wrong.

The staff hesitated and turned on the light.

A second or two after the lights were on, there was another scream as if they had made an appointment.

A group of people followed the sound and looked around the buffet table, where the expensive crystal lamp in the hall fell, and the fragments scattered all over the floor.

Under the lamp with a diameter of nearly two meters, a human head was exposed - the rest of his body was pressed under the lamp.

"Everyone, please be quiet! Stand where you are, and don't move around casually!"

The Mumu Police Department is too familiar with this kind of scene, he showed his ID and walked forward quickly.

Takagi and several other criminal policemen trotted to the side of the crystal lamp, and when they saw the face of the unlucky guy on the ground, their hearts skipped a beat.

——This is the Tunkou MP they just missed!

"Hegong...cough, that person said the same thing." Mu Mu police station murmured, after a cursory check, he realized that he had arrived late, and the people on the ground had obviously passed away.

A bearded celebrity next to him looked at the floor and then at the Mumu Police Department, feeling that something was wrong: "Why did you come here so fast?"

The Mumu Police Department is quite frank: "We got the news that someone is going to murder Tunkou Councilor here, but it's a pity that we didn't have time to stop it..."

It's a pity that the murder was not prevented, but the case still has to be solved.

The Mumu Police Department skillfully drew out a few people and began to question them.

The first ones to be asked must be those who were closer to the crystal lamp. Even if they were not the murderer, they should be able to detect some abnormalities.

But the people who were asked didn't know whether they were afraid of causing trouble, or if they really didn't see anything, they all shook their heads in denial, saying they didn't see any suspicious person.

A few people thought it was just an accident. As for the notification...

"The person who told you this is very suspicious."

Masuyama Kenzo twirled two gray beards and began to reason:
"Maybe he is a murderer with a strong desire to perform. He wants to learn from those strange thieves and make some kind of murder notice... Before investigating us, shouldn't we first find out the identity of that person."

"..." The identity of the person who called the police was of course clear to the Mumu Police Department.

But considering what kind of trouble Kudo Shinichi seems to be involved in, he didn't sell his teammates, but bit the bullet and lied:

"The other party used a voice changer, so it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the mobile phone number could not be tracked."

The master of ceremonies also separated from the crowd and came over: "The falling of the lamp should be just a coincidence. As for the news you received, it might just be a prank. After all, Mr. Tunkou has so many enemies."

"What you said makes sense." The bearded uncle who came out first picked up a plate of fried rice and ate it refreshed:

"Prank calls and accidents collided, that's all. What is that sentence called, evil comes with evil, hahaha..." Ka
His expression was slightly distorted, and he spit out a piece of residue on the ground next to him, and roared: "Call the chef! There are stones in the rice!"

Several people were discussing in a hurry.

At their feet, the tablecloth that had fallen to the ground moved slightly, and a child's hand stretched out from under the table, through a handkerchief, and quietly squeezed away the things that the bearded uncle pouted.

Soon, Conan crawled out from the other side of the dining table.

Standing next to the vigilant Hui Yuan Ai, he looked at the thing in his hand, a little surprised—the fried rice was actually a fragment of a crystal lamp chain.

According to common sense, even if the lamp chain is broken, it will never fall to the place where the fried rice is.

...It really doesn't look like a simple accident.

Before he could sort out the clues, the person next to him grabbed him and ran towards the door.

"...Where are you going?" Conan was startled.

"Of course it was to escape." Hui Yuanai adjusted her glasses as if looking for a sense of security, even though her rare hair color was far more conspicuous than her face.

"Staying here is just a waste of time. If we are discovered by the Mumu Police Department, we can't explain the reason why we came here."

She knew that the stubborn teammate next to her would definitely not leave without sufficient reason:

"And there are too few clues. It is impossible to find the murderer only by a fragment of a light chain with a strange falling trajectory."

Hearing this, Conan showed a beating smile: "It's not just fragments."

"Ah?" Hui Yuanai stopped slightly, turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

Conan took out a purple handkerchief with a happy face, and spread it towards Haibara Ai.On the corner of the handkerchief, the words "Director Sakemaki Memorial Meeting" can be seen.

"From the drop of the crystal lamp to the gap where the light was lit, this handkerchief floated to my face from above." Conan explained.

Hui Yuanai leaned over to take a look, not knowing what he was happy about: "It doesn't have the owner's name written on it, so what if we have it."

"This must be a souvenir received when entering the venue. Judging from the color of the handkerchiefs in other people's hands, it fits the director's masterpiece - "Rainbow-Colored Handkerchief".

"That is to say, as long as we find out who received the purple handkerchief, we can narrow down the scope of suspicion."

Conan is very sure that the handkerchief is related to the murder. This is not a simple coincidence.

The two had some differences of opinion, but whether they were fleeing or going to the counter to inquire about the distribution of handkerchiefs, they had to leave the banquet hall first.

There were two policemen guarding the entrance of the banquet hall. Both of them were fake faces. Conan took a few glances, walked over with confidence, and excused himself to go to the bathroom.

In the eyes of the police, two such young children were not suspected at all, and they let them go quickly.

However, as soon as the door was opened, a series of flashing lights flickered outside, and everyone in the banquet hall was attracted to look this way without exception.

(End of this chapter)