Alternatively, one could use the opportunity of watching a movie to exchange information.
The only other audience members were a young man of about 20 years old and a young couple.
As these people walked into the theater, Zhang Tian actually sneered and followed them in.
Yoruichi Toyama clearly saw that the moment he entered the room, he lit a cigarette again.
The burly man surnamed Guqiao clenched his fist behind him.
"Oh dear!" the woman selling popcorn behind the counter suddenly exclaimed, "I forgot to buy our lunch!"
"Then go now. It's easy to carry the lunches for just a few of us," said Mr. Muramatsu with a chuckle.
"But here..."
"Anyway, there won't be any more guests..." Furuhashi paused halfway through her sentence, her gaze catching Toyama Yoruichi and Takato standing at the door. "Even if there are, the ticket lady will help."
"I'm going to show a movie now. Could you bring some tea back for me while you're at it?"
The young woman agreed, went out from behind the counter, grabbed her wallet, and ran out the door.
Mr. Muramatsu chatted with Mr. Furuhashi for a few more minutes before walking into the theater.
It seems that as the owner, this was his last day in the cinema industry, watching his last movie.
The film projectionist, Furuhashi, also went up the small staircase next to the theater; that should be the projection room.
It seems that everything is ready.
Yoruichi Toyama suddenly tensed up, as if she were the murderer herself, about to carry out her murder plan.
But... who is the murderer?
What was the method of murder? ...
Memories welled up in my mind, but they always seemed to fall short, tangled and unresolved.
“I think you really want to go back and visit,” Gao Yuan’s voice came softly from beside him.
Fortunately, this time he didn't call me "my dear son".
Yoruichi Toyama suddenly realized that she was still holding onto the other person's arm tightly when she looked down.
but……
“But,” Gao Yuan’s voice rang out almost simultaneously with his inner thoughts, “what will you do if something really happens?”
"Don't forget, Mr. Toyama, I was once your 'colleague' and I'm familiar with your work style."
"Although you are a detective, you seem to particularly dislike waiting for an incident to happen before solving it."
"You can't stand seeing anyone get hurt, and you always want to stop things before they even begin."
"If you're trying to stop anyone this time..."
"Can you also guarantee that I won't escape?"
Yoruichi Toyama tightened her grip on his hand, then looked up to meet those mischievous, smiling eyes.
"I'm a wanted serial killer," Gao Yuan's voice, like his eyes, carried a probing smile. "If I really escaped, who knows how many more people would die..."
"But the events before us may not necessarily happen..."
Even if it happens, at most one person will die.
"You just saw how wicked that person is; you could say many people wish he were dead."
"By then, with Ms. Akemi, Mr. Amuro, and Conan around, the culprit will definitely not be able to escape."
"In other words, this matter can be resolved smoothly without you..."
"And the opportunity to seize the 'Puppet Master of Hell' doesn't come every day..."
"Toyama-kun, what will you choose?"
Gao Yuan spoke with a seductive tone, sounding quite pleased with himself.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the hand that had been tightly bound to his arm like shackles miraculously loosened.
Instinctively, Gao Yuan immediately took a step back, but then stopped.
"you……"
"Alright, Mom, you just love to nag!" Yoruichi Toyama teased with a laugh. "I have things to do here, you can go back first."
Does this mean you're going to let me go? ...
Gao Yuan raised his eyebrows high.
Was it an accident, or something expected?
Although his words were meant to provoke Gao Yuan into making this decision, Gao Yuan felt a sense of disorientation when he was actually released.
Why... exactly...?
“Just as you said,” Yoruichi Toyama said softly as she turned around, “I cannot stand by and watch a murder happen.”
"Even if it's just a possibility, it's not acceptable..."
He seemed to have not finished speaking, but he stopped talking, walked to the ticket window to check the ticket stub he had just received, and then walked towards the theater.
"Iced coffee, please."
I hadn't walked two steps when I heard someone say that behind me.
Then, "Mrs. Haibara," Yoruichi Toyama's "mother," an old lady whose clothes and hairstyle were rather rustic, followed along with the coffee that the ticket seller had temporarily prepared for her.
"What are you doing?" Under Yoichi Toyama's ghostly gaze, Gao Yuan asked calmly, "Can't your mother watch Gomera?"
...
Yoruichi Toyama could only explain Takato's behavior of not running away in time, but instead jumping around and trying to make his presence known, as a unique quirk of the person.
Or perhaps they just enjoy watching the drama unfold.
However, since she had already decided to let go, Yoruichi Toyama stopped dwelling on it and stopped distracting herself with this troublemaker.
Just as I reached the entrance of the theater, the door suddenly opened, and I could hear the clattering and clanging of the movie starting up again inside.
The young couple rushed out looking extremely annoyed.
"Huh?" Yoruichi Toyama, who was almost bumped into by them, couldn't help but ask in surprise.
The two men, seemingly full of resentment, spoke up before he could ask any further questions.
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