The crystal chandelier at the memorial service venue reflected a dazzling light, illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.

Yuzuru swirled the champagne glass in his hand, the bubbles rising merrily in the pale golden liquid, much like the insincere social pleasantries in the banquet hall at that moment.

"Bang--"

His wine glass gently clinked against that of Pu Siqinglan.

Yukiko and Vermouth, these two seemingly fake best friends, are still bickering.

The two were no longer satisfied with simple personal attacks and began digging up dirt on each other.

Yuzuru listened with great interest as the two seemingly fake best friends exposed each other's shortcomings. Gossip that she had never seen in anime in her previous life was now pouring into her ears.

Pu Siqinglan trembled as she listened.

The more secrets you know, the faster you die—this was the first lesson she learned in her career as an assassin, a valuable experience gained through blood and tears.

Now, she not only knows Vermouth's embarrassing story, but is also forced to listen to the whole thing, which is like repeatedly teetering on the edge of death.

Now that she knows so much about the boss, won't she be silenced?

She was once quite well-known in the assassin world, but now, under Bei Jie's tutelage, she is exceptionally obedient. If Bei Jie says go east, she would never dare to go west, unless it is Yu Sheng Nan who gives the order.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, so Pu Siqinglan decisively shifted her attention.

"Young Master, the organization will be conducting an operation during the memorial service."

Yuzuru Hanyu didn't even lift his eyelids: "Oh?"

This reaction was entirely within Pu Siqinglan's expectations.

The longer she stayed by the boy's side, the more convinced she became that if there were truly gods in this world, they must look like Yuzuru Hanyu; if not, then it was a problem with the gods themselves.

Nothing can escape his eyes, and nothing can be beyond his control.

"The organization has sent Pisco to kill a politician named Shigehiko Tonoguchi. He is an outer member of the organization and is scheduled to be arrested by the police tomorrow for suspected embezzlement and bribery. The organization wants to silence him before he is arrested."

Pu Siqinglan gave a detailed report, while subtly pointing to a middle-aged man named Tonguchi Shigehiko who was surrounded by a group of reporters not far away.

"Incidentally, the organization noticed that Pisco seemed a bit abnormal, so they sent Gin to monitor him to see if he had any ulterior motives. As for Pisco's true identity, he is Kenzo Masuyama, the chairman of a well-known automobile company."

Despite the best detectives Hattori Heiji and Conan's best efforts, they couldn't find a single clue, only to have it all sold out by Urako Seiran in no time.

She and Sister Bei were just here to watch the fun.

Following the direction she was pointing, Yuu Nan looked at Masuyama Kenzo in the crowd.

He was an elderly man with white hair and a smiling face. He looked kind and approachable, like a successful entrepreneur.

The other party was a long-time employee of the organization, a financial giant on the surface who wielded great influence in the business world, but behind the scenes he provided various financial support to the organization and was responsible for actions at high-end occasions, making many "great contributions" to the organization.

However, the organization recently discovered that the other party was acting strangely.

Not only has his willingness to travel decreased, but he even seems to be considering retirement.

You're only 70 years old, and you actually want to retire?

The organization was very dissatisfied with this.

Gin, in particular, a workaholic, simply cannot tolerate this kind of "passive slacking off".

Born a member of the organization, die a ghost of the organization. Either work until you die, or work until you die. If you want to retire, then go talk to his gun.

"Tsk~"

Yuzuru took a sip of his drink, sighed softly, and shook his head.

Even the most unscrupulous factories aren't this corrupt!

No wonder his little girl loves buying bags so much. She's been working for years but hasn't earned much. Before leaving the organization, she could only admire fashion magazines every day, and she was getting restless.

"Young Master, do you have any instructions?"

Pu Siqinglan asked with a hint of excitement.

"Instructions?" Yu Shengnan thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, I'm just here to watch the show, like you guys."

"I understand." Pu Siqinglan suddenly realized.

Who doesn't enjoy watching a spectacle?

Otherwise, why do you think she and Bei Jie are here?

Therefore, the organization is truly full of talented people.

Those who want to retire, those who want to be traitors, those who are brainless, those who enjoy watching the drama unfold... none of them are normal.

The only normal Gin.

His favorite thing to do was to kill his own people as traitors.

In the game Werewolf, even the werewolves are reluctant to use their weapons.

With such members, how could the organization not prosper?

.........

Before the memorial service began, another group of uninvited guests arrived.

Inspector Megure arrived at the scene hurriedly with a group of police officers.

Inspector Megure, who has already been internally appointed as the next head of the Criminal Investigation Department, is riding high on his success. He exudes confidence and authority, and even his walk is imposing.

After discussing it for a long time, Conan and Heiji Hattori decided to call the police.

There was no other way. With Yuzuru Nana there, the two of them were afraid that Yuzuru Nana would run out and cause trouble, so they didn't dare to look around to find out who Pisco was. They could only call the police first to ensure that Shigehiko Tobuchi could survive.

In a corner, Conan and Heiji Hattori were talking in hushed tones.

Hattori touched the brim of his hat: "Kudo, do you think the police coming will make any difference?"

“It’s better than doing nothing.” Conan pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. “The key is to find out Pisco’s identity. With Hanyu Nanako present, I have a feeling things aren’t that simple.”

Just then, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.

The host's deep voice resonated throughout the venue through the speakers: "Distinguished guests, let us now observe a minute's silence in memory of the late Director Jiu Juan..."

The entire room fell silent.

Conan and Heiji Hattori took the opportunity to sneak closer to the center, trying to find clues about Pisco from the expressions and actions of the crowd.

“Kudo, look at that person…” Hattori pointed to an elderly man with white hair in the crowd, “He keeps looking at his watch, it’s suspicious.”

Conan narrowed his eyes: "Kenzo Masuyama...the chairman of the automobile company, could he be...?"

"I feel it's unlikely."

Heiji Hattori dismissed his own idea, frowning as he continued his analysis, "The other party is so old. If it really is Pisk, why would the organization still send him on missions? He should have retired long ago."

Conan also agreed with Hattori.

The organization wouldn't be so heartless as to exploit the elderly like this.

Just as the two were about to look for a new target, all the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.

It turned out that the organizers announced they would be showing several slides that director Jiu Juan had not made public before his death, and the staff brought in the projector at the opportune moment.

The dark surroundings made the two detectives feel uneasy.