A little embarrassed and annoyed by what was said, Ran blushed and shouted at Sonoko, "What did you say, Sonoko!"

Conan was a little embarrassed by what was said, and for a moment he forgot his identity, scratching his head and laughing stupidly: "No way, hehehehe."

"Huh? Why are you blushing?" Uncle Mori bent down and looked at Conan with a puzzled expression.

After he said that, Mitsuhiko and Ai both noticed that Mitsuhiko and Ayumi's expressions were a bit strange, especially Ayumi's, who looked worried.

"Next up are Conan, Ai Haibara, and Kousuke," Genta said, pointing to the machine.

Ai waved her hand: "I don't need it."

"I'm giving up too."

Conan sighed inwardly. Ten years from now, he'll be Shinichi Kudo.

Just as he was thinking this, Uncle Mori picked up Conan and threw him onto a chair: "Hmph, I'd like to see what you, you arrogant brat, will look like in ten years!"

After saying that, Uncle Mori sat down on the other side of the chair and muttered, "I really want to see what Eri will look like in ten years."

Conan's heart sank. If he were caught on camera, he would definitely be exposed. However, things didn't go as smoothly as he expected. An error message appeared on the control panel screen.

However, it soon returned to normal, and a photo of Uncle Mori appeared from the photo output. Hara Yoshiaki breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the machine was broken, but the fact that it could produce a photo meant that the situation was okay.

Kōyū sat down in the seat, while Ai, who didn't want to try, was forcibly pushed into the seat by Genta and Mitsuhiko.

The first photo was processed smoothly, but when it came to processing Ai's photo, an error occurred. Hara Yoshiaki scratched his head and said apologetically, "Sorry, the machine may be malfunctioning. I'll check it later."

Ai didn't care. She picked up Kousuke's photo, looked at the photo and saw what looked like Kousuke ten years later, and blinked. Sonoko also leaned forward to take a look: "He's handsome, he has a lot of charisma."

Xiaolan nodded in agreement, and Guangyou also leaned over to look at what he would look like in the future. Looking at what might be his future self, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction.

In his past life, he wasn't this handsome. He was the kind of person who wouldn't stand out in a crowd. Although he wasn't handsome, he certainly wasn't ugly.

He hasn't lost his good looks at all in the photo; he perfectly maintains his current appearance and even somewhat matches Kwang-woo's vision of himself in the future.

Thinking about this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It would be terrible if I grew up to be ugly."

After receiving a phone call, Chimi greeted everyone, "Everyone, please follow me to the banquet hall on the 75th floor. Please follow me toward the elevator."

As soon as she turned around, Chinami bumped into Uncle Mori's chest, so she quickly apologized. Hara Yoshiaki, who was standing next to her, joked, "Chinami is a pig, so she's always bumping into things."

Everyone smiled knowingly, and Chinami also showed her cute side, sticking out her tongue and looking embarrassed.

Taking the VIP elevator, which is entirely made of glass, made Uncle Maoli, who has a severe fear of heights, feel a little sad.

Looking out from the elevator, the buildings below looked tiny, with only one or two standing out. The journey was fast, and soon we reached the seventy-fifth floor. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, Uncle Mori wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though there's still a week until the opening banquet, many people are already decorating the banquet hall.

A woman wearing a red coat and a red pencil skirt saw Uncle Mori and quickly walked over, saying, "Senior Mori."

The two shook hands and exchanged brief pleasantries. Uncle Mori then said somewhat sheepishly, "I was supposed to come alone, but..."

Just as he was about to explain, Xiaolan quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Hello, I am his daughter, Moli Ran. My mother asked me to convey her greetings to you."

Next, Xiaolan began to introduce the people who had come. After Xiaolan finished her introduction, Tokiwa Mio introduced the other people present, including the Japanese painter Kisaragi Hōsui, who was also Tokiwa Mio's painting teacher.

"Oh, that's the great painter who painted Mount Fuji!"

As soon as Uncle Mori finished speaking, a bald man reeking of alcohol tapped Uncle Mori's chest and drew a circle on it: "I know a little about you too, Sleepyhead Kogoro, right?"

Immediately, Uncle Mori's face turned somewhat unpleasant. Tokiwa Mio introduced, "This is Mr. Oki Iwamatsu, a councilor from Nishitama City. It was thanks to him that this building was able to be completed, thanks to his tireless efforts."

"And this is Mr. Hidehiko Kazama, the designer of this building."

Hidehiko straightened his collar and bowed slightly: "I have some connection with Mr. Mori. My teacher's name is Teiji Moriya."

These words stunned Uncle Mori and Conan, but Hidehiko immediately said, "Don't worry, I'm not like him."

Guangyou nodded. The two masters and disciples had completely different architectural styles. One pursued extreme symmetry, while his disciple didn't care about such things.

The difference in height between the twin towers is enough to give a glimpse of their significance, and then Guangyou was drawn to the giant floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the banquet hall.

Holding Ai's hand, Kōyū arrived at the floor-to-ceiling window, where Mount Fuji, one of Japan's most famous mountains, appeared in its entirety before them.

The view here is excellent, and there are no buildings blocking the view of Mount Fuji. As far as the eye can see, the lush green forests and the distant Mount Fuji form a continuous sea of ​​trees.

The white peak of Mount Fuji seems to blend into the azure sky, creating a spectacular scene resembling mountains reaching the sky.

After hearing Uncle Mori's exclamation, Tokiwa Mio suddenly said, "You can see Mount Fuji from here at night too!"

However, through the other huge floor-to-ceiling window opposite this window, there is no spectacular view; you can only see the rooftop of the adjacent Building B commercial building.

The building on the rooftop is like a giant steel dome. Mio explained, "That's a commercial building. The ground floor has shops, and the top floor has restaurants. The building at the very top is an indoor swimming pool, and the dome's roof can be opened."

The bald-headed Iwamatsu, reeking of alcohol, walked up to Mio with a sly grin and asked directly, "Can I stay at that hotel this weekend?"

“But it hasn’t opened yet,” Mio said hesitantly.

"So that means it won't work, right?" Iwasatsu turned his head with a knowing look, but the threat in his tone was clear to everyone.

Without hesitation, Mio's attitude changed instantly, and she lowered her head slightly: "I will prepare a suite on the 67th floor for you."

Seeing that Mio agreed, Iwamatsu's face was full of smiles. His pig-like face was full of wrinkles, and his lecherous eyes were staring straight at Mio. He said without any hesitation, "If it's okay, I'd like to have dinner with you."