Chapter 885 is about watching their show, about mocking them.
A few days before the banquet was to be held on the 29th, Liu Qingyao woke up.
Qianzhu, who was standing guard nearby, was lost in thought about other things when she heard a slight noise coming from the bed. She glanced at Liu Qingyao, then got up and went to tell the others the news.
When Conan and the others arrived, they saw Liu Qingyao sitting with her face pale, leaning against the headboard, holding a letter in her hand.
"Brother Liu, you're finally awake!"
Seeing that he had woken up, some people visibly breathed a sigh of relief. After being on edge for many days, they could finally relax a little.
Liu Qingyao sighed, put the letter away, leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, and after a moment tilted his head slightly to look at them. "You're all here. Where is Zhenzhi?"
His tone was questioning, but his eyes showed little doubt.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent as he asked the question.
Seeing that they were all silent, a knowing look flashed across Liu Qingyao's eyes, and then she said calmly and resolutely, "I'll go with you on the 29th."
“But your injury hasn’t fully healed yet.” Kuno Naya frowned. Although she didn’t directly refuse him, her attitude showed that she didn’t agree with his decision.
Liu Qingyao looked at her and said, "I have no intention of discussing this with you. Even if you don't allow it, I will still go when that day comes."
"I promised the Trump Foundation to protect the truth, and I cannot break my promise."
His last words, spoken lightly, blocked the words they wanted to say.
"Then you should rest well these next few days and try your best to heal your wound. When that day comes, it probably won't be very peaceful."
After saying this, Kuno Naya glanced at him twice and then turned and left.
The others stayed behind, asking Liu Qingyao a few questions out of concern.
However, Liu Qingyao's answers were all quite conventional, as if they were just engaging in polite business conversation.
After asking a couple more questions, everyone stopped asking, knowing that he wasn't in a good mood. After telling Liu Qingyao to rest well, they left the ward.
Until the 29th.
Ran and Conan found a reasonable excuse to reassure Kogoro Mouri, and then the two left the agency.
Seeing that it was indeed an acquaintance who came to pick them up, Kogoro Mouri felt relieved and even happily ran to the izakaya, completely unaware that the party his daughter and that little brat were going to attend that night was a party fraught with great danger.
As everyone knows, this banquet will most likely involve some physical confrontation.
Therefore, they all wore only everyday clothes that were easy to move in.
Since it wasn't a formal banquet, they weren't dressed formally, which led unsuspecting people, like Kogoro Mouri, to mistakenly believe it was just a gathering of friends.
As for Kuno Naya, her attire was as elegant and gorgeous as ever, yet this outfit did not hinder her movements at all.
Around 7:30 p.m., Conan and his friends appeared at the South China Sea Harbor. They waited for Amuro Tooru and the others for a while, and then boarded the Tiles ship docked at the shore after everyone had arrived.
The Tyrells ship is predominantly red, giving it a luxurious look that matches Death's seemingly understated yet flamboyant style.
Upon entering the boarding gate, Kuno Naya glanced at the two red-haired youths registering passengers, paused slightly, and then stepped forward to hand the invitation to one of the young women.
The woman glanced at the letter she had received, solemnly placed it in the cabinet, and then respectfully handed Kuno Nayazuki a pen. She then moved the open register on the table closer to her, and said with a professional smile:
"Ms. Kuno, please sign here."
Kuno Naya glanced down at it and signed her name on it.
Next, Percy will again sign the registration form for Kita Ayane.
After all the members of the Red Team had registered, another young man came over and prepared to lead them to a place to rest temporarily.
Everyone glanced at his hair instinctively; it was black.
But among the crowd, a few people recognized this young man.
Hoshino Tsukasa smiled at them in a friendly manner, gestured for them to proceed, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, "There is still some time before the banquet. Please follow me to the lounge."
Once they had all entered the spacious lounge, Hoshino Tsukasa's smile seemed to take on a strange, playful quality.
The group frowned slightly, but they couldn't find anything wrong with the lounge after observing it.
Seeing their wary expressions, Hoshino Tsukasa smiled silently. He stood in the doorway, and as they watched him turn to look down the right-hand corridor and address someone, he said:
"Number 311, please come and serve the VIP in Lounge 3."
There was a moment of silence outside, followed by a clear voice that sounded somewhat familiar, though there was a slight pause in the speech.
“Okay, Mr. Hoshino.”
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps approached.
Hoshino Tsukasa's smile became even more sinister. He turned to face the crowd and bowed to them at a 35-degree angle. "I'll take my leave now. I wish you all a pleasant evening."
Having said all he wanted to say, he turned and left without closing the door to the lounge.
A moment later, another figure stood at the doorway.
After seeing his appearance clearly, everyone was suddenly stunned.
Even more so, Conan and Amuro Tooru's hearts suddenly stopped for a moment, disbelief and shock overwhelming their chests, making their breathing heavier.
"Be...Behrfinger?"
Ran Mouri was unaware of Behringer's situation. Judging from his appearance, she assumed that the blue-haired young man with a soft smile was Behringer.
I almost mistook Behrfinger for a member of Death!
Number 311 blinked his deep purple eyes, tilting his head slightly in a daze as he looked at the surprised Ran Mouri. His blue hair swayed slightly with his movement, and his somewhat bewildered expression suggested he didn't understand if she was calling him. So he stood up straight again, flashed them a bright smile, and said:
"Hello, I am... number 311. Number 311... is here to serve you. If you have any questions, please feel free to come to me... oh."
When he spoke a longer sentence, the pauses in his speech became even more noticeable.
Amuro Tooru and the others clenched their fists at their sides, their eyes fixed on number 311, who looked exactly like Behringer.
They understood instantly.
Why did Hoshino Tsukasa laugh so strangely just now?
He might just be watching their misfortune, openly mocking them.
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