Sure enough, the two discovered the politician was gone the next moment.
Conan and his companion immediately began searching the scene, and Inspector Megure quickly reacted, assigning his men to search as well.
As the lights went out, Pisco knew his chance had come.
He slowly withdrew from the crowd surrounding the slides, stepped aside, took out a pistol from his pocket, and aimed at the chandelier above. The chandelier's metal chain glowed faintly in the darkness—it was a special paint he had applied beforehand.
Then, he looked at Shigehiko Tobuguchi, who was standing under the chandelier.
At that moment, Shigehiko Toguchi was focused on waiting for the slideshow to play, completely unaware that the shadow of death had quietly descended.
He believed he had done all of this very discreetly.
But in a corner of the banquet hall, a young man was watching this scene with great interest, accompanied by three beautiful women.
at the same time.
On the other side, a reporter also raised his camera.
"Getting old, it seems retirement is inevitable!"
Vermouth tilted her head slightly, glanced at the reporter, then turned back to Pisco, rested her chin on her hand, and sighed softly, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. In his younger days, Pisco would never have made such a fatal mistake.
As people get older, they are more prone to making mistakes.
Yukiko looked curiously at the old man holding the gun. She wasn't particularly interested in what was about to happen, nor did she care what he was going to do. However, she wasn't about to miss this opportunity to strike a blow at her best friend.
"Yes, when you get old, you should retire as soon as possible, instead of acting like some people who are old and still trying to look young."
Yukiko glanced meaningfully at Vermouth.
Vermouth took an elegant sip of red wine: "It's better than some people pretending to be innocent."
Just as the two were bickering, Piscoe also got ready.
While the host was introducing photos taken by the late director, who had captured everyone's attention, he placed a purple handkerchief provided by the hotel on the gun to shield himself from the flash of the gun and avoid exposing himself.
"After completing this last operation, I will discuss retirement with the organization."
Piske silently planted a flag in his mind.
Throughout his life, he has served the organization wholeheartedly since he was young, contributing his efforts and shedding his blood for it. Now that he is older, he longs to live for himself in the remaining years of his life.
"Bang!"
The gunshots were perfectly masked by the slides.
The crystal chandelier fell with a thud, striking the heavy object below with pinpoint accuracy. The dull thud of a heavy object hitting flesh, the crisp sound of shattering glass, and then a belated scream—
"ah--!"
A scream instantly echoed throughout the banquet hall.
In the darkness, Conan and Heiji Hattori shouted at the same time, "Oh no!"
When the lights came back on, it was clear that Shigehiko Tunguchi had been crushed beneath the massive chandelier, and blood was slowly seeping from the gaps in the chandelier, staining the surrounding ground red. He had obviously died on the spot.
"Oh, how scary—!"
Yukiko gasped and instinctively grabbed Hanyu's arm.
But most of the time, it's just a performance for my best friend.
Bayonetta continued to elegantly swirl her wine glass, a faint smile playing on her lips, and remarked with a double entendre, "Such an old-fashioned tactic..."
"Please remain calm! The police will launch an investigation immediately. Please cooperate and stay where you are!"
Inspector Megure immediately ordered officers to cordon off the scene.
However, the scene immediately descended into chaos. Guests panicked and ran around, some trying to escape, others shouting, while reporters, like sharks smelling blood, frantically took photos, flashing their cameras incessantly.
Kenzo Masuyama—also known as Pisco—had already concealed his pistol and pretended to be panicked, blending into the crowd.
He was certain that his methods were flawless and that no one would suspect a highly respected entrepreneur.
However......
"That was truly brilliant." Yuzuru Nan clapped lightly, but his gaze was fixed on a reporter who was acting suspiciously in the corner. "However, I admire that reporter's professionalism more than the assassin."
Pu Siqinglan followed his gaze and saw a reporter secretly checking his camera with a satisfied smile on his face—he had captured the decisive moment!
Should we dispose of it?
Pu Siqinglan made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No need," Yuzuru chuckled. "Let him keep it; tomorrow's headlines will be quite interesting."
Shocking! A prominent entrepreneur turns out to be a cold-blooded killer!
No matter how you look at it, this is explosive news.
At the same time, Conan and Hattori rushed to the chandelier wreckage, where Shigehiko Tobukuro was trapped underneath and had obviously died.
"Damn it!" Conan pounded the ground in frustration. "It was right in front of me..."
"Who could it be..." Hattori Heiji stared intently at the scene, feeling that everyone was a suspect, and everyone looked like Pisco.
When a gun goes off, someone dies, and when someone dies, the police arrive.
Inspector Megure first arranged for someone to report the incident back to the station, and then led his men to search for clues at the scene.
However, Pisco is, after all, a codenamed member of the organization. Although he is old, his many years in the organization have given him a certain degree of counter-surveillance ability.
The whole case was handled as if it were an accident.
If someone hadn't called him beforehand saying that someone was going to kill Shigehiko Tonguchi, Inspector Megure would have thought it was just a simple accident.
The guests who were asked to stay behind were also discussing the matter extensively.
Those who came to the memorial service were all celebrities from all walks of life. Now that someone had died, regardless of whether it was an accident or not, they did not want to stay at the venue any longer, so they put pressure on the police and demanded to leave.
Inspector Megure could only deal with the anxious guests while urging his subordinates to find clues quickly, and at the same time pinning his hopes on his third brother, Hattori Heiji, hoping that the other could help him find the truth.
He didn't notice Yuzuru.
When Inspector Megure arrived at the scene, Yuzuru Hanyu and Vermouth had already sat in a corner of the banquet, with their backs to the crowd.
Meanwhile, the reporter who took the photos excitedly sent them back to the station, showing no intention of telling the police the truth.
After all, this is big news, a once-in-a-century event.
Most importantly, if the police fail to solve the case tonight, or worse, if they hastily close it out as an accident, tomorrow's news will be even more explosive.
At that point, it won't just be a question of whether the perpetrator is a murderer or not.
"They're all incredibly talented..."
In a corner of the banquet hall, Yu Shengnan gently swirled his wine glass, watching the farce unfold with deep emotion.
This is rice puff!
The murderer wants to kill, the detective wants to solve the case, the police want to arrest people, the reporter wants news, and the public wants to watch a show.
Everyone has their own things to do.
Mihua Grand Stage, don't come if you don't have a job.
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