...
Having finally figured out where she was, Yoruichi Toyama quickly recalled the original plot.
It's definitely not going to be very accurate, since there's no Conan or Ai Haibara now.
In other words, Gin, the mastermind behind this plan, was not being listened to by anyone, nor would he be tracked down to the venue after discovering any signs of eavesdropping.
Absinthe was neither the mastermind nor the executor of the plan, but rather an accomplice.
So what was her purpose in bringing Yoruichi Toyama here?
Suppressing her increasingly wandering thoughts, Yoruichi Toyama made a joking, self-deprecating remark and casually asked:
"So, if I were to curry favor with the powerful, who should I approach to strike up a conversation with now?"
Xiang Jingge got his humor, raised her chin and pointed to the slick-haired man surrounded by several microphones.
"That guy, Shigehiko Tobuchi, a city councilor, is probably one of the highest-ranking people here..."
She paused halfway through her sentence, then winked mischievously, as if she were about to share a secret.
"However, I do not recommend that Mr. Toyama strike up a conversation with him."
"That person has been making headlines recently because of his bribery scandal. The media are like flies drawn to filth when they see him."
"Mr. Toyama probably wouldn't want to be associated with someone like that, would he?"
It was just a joke, but Yoruichi Toyama suddenly stood up straight and adjusted her cuffs and bow tie.
"Not necessarily," he said, turning back to smile at Xiang Jingge and her daughter.
"Regarding Ms. Jingge's request... I will definitely help as long as I finish what I'm doing."
"Now I'm going to be a sycophant for once."
After saying that, he looked up at the huge and magnificent crystal chandelier in the hall, nodded as if he had made up his mind, parted the crowd, and walked forward.
...
"Next, let's enjoy a video together, which is an edited compilation of some of the most famous works in director Jiu Juan's life..."
As the emcee finished speaking, the lights in the hall dimmed.
A video was projected onto the wall directly in front of them.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the light in the darkness.
Moreover, as many famous scenes from the film were shown, bursts of laughter and applause erupted from the crowd.
A memorial service is not an event where everyone gathers together to shed tears and compete to see who is more grief-stricken.
Friends, colleagues, and collaborators who have lived with him for many years are deeply gratified and respectful to learn more about his life and the many popular works he left behind. They also hope to carry on his legacy.
That is the purpose of the memorial service.
From this perspective, it was undoubtedly a successful memorial service.
...unless there was an unexpected interruption.
The clanging sound in the darkness wasn't very loud, but many people still heard it.
"Varied……"
Before the question could be uttered.
Then came a huge sound, like something crashing down from the sky, creating a strong whirlwind that swept across everyone's faces.
People standing in twos and threes, unable to discern directions, could only blindly cover their heads and hide.
One after another, cries of pain rang out as people fell down.
The most startling sound was the deafening shattering of glass.
It sounded like hundreds of glasses shattering at the same time.
Interspersed among them were the squeaking and grinding sounds of metal rubbing together, which were enough to make one's teeth ache.
A few seconds of chaos felt like several hours due to the psychological delay effect.
Then came silence.
"W-What's going on?!" As the video ended, someone finally shouted, "Turn on the lights!"
"What happened?..."
"Something fell! Something heavy!..."
"It hit me!..."
Amidst the chaotic noise, the lights came on.
The scene before me was a complete mess.
Instinctively, everyone formed a circle, making way for the center.
There, a crystal chandelier that had been hanging 3 meters above the hall fell to the ground, its glass shattering.
The heavy metal rod in the center of the chandelier was deeply embedded in the carpet.
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