Oh no!
The sudden darkness left Conan at a loss for a moment.
He didn't even know who was going to assassinate Shigehiko Tsuguchi, and suddenly got to the point. How could he not be panicked?
Hattori Heiji also had a serious look on his face. He patted Conan's shoulder and pointed forward:
"Don't be impatient. There are so many people in the hall and the field of vision is limited. The other party will definitely take the opportunity to approach Tunkou Shigehiko!"
"As long as we keep an eye on him, we will know who is the culprit!"
"Smart, Hattori."
Conan sighed with relief.
"No big deal."
The projector on the top slowly turned, a beam of light hit the screen, and soon a picture appeared.
In the picture, director Sakamaki is standing at the shooting site with an umbrella in his hand, shouting something.
"Does any guest know when this photo was taken?"
The host began to interact with the guests to liven up the atmosphere.
At this time...
A reporter nearby suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.
He turned around and saw a young man wearing sunglasses, looking at him with a smile, pointing at the camera hanging on his chest:
"Lend me your treasure."
.......................
hateful!
Who exactly wants to kill Shigehiko Tsuguchi?
Conan and Hattori Heiji had sweat in their palms and stared at the crowd nervously, but they didn't notice anyone trying to approach Shigehiko Tsuguchi.
Rather...
Shigehiko Tsuguchi walked himself to the empty ceiling light, looking around like a secret contact with a guilty conscience.
“Here it comes!”
Conan and Hattori Heiji looked at it intently...
Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked their view.
"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"
Conan reached out his hand and touched a slightly warm and soft thigh.
Looking up...
"Fuck, godmother?!"
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