The organization's base in Tokyo.

Between the flashes of blue light, someone opened their eyes.

The machine had no pain or fear, but in the face of the fire and debris in her face, no matter how strong her calculation ability was, she could only surrender, barely protecting herself, while watching Asti be blown into irreparable pieces in front of her.

"It's so ruthless, Scorpio ......"

Kaubile, the AI connected to the black cat, covered her head and sighed, but thinking of Asti's deathbed order, she straightened up, sorted out the information, and sent it to her boss Rum. Then she thought of Nanase who was sleeping in the hospital bed with her eyes closed, and after a pause, she sorted out the image of Nanase and sent it to Inquisitor Bakati. In the end, she was putting all the information together and teleporting to the location of the adult.

"My lord, whether Kurosawa Silver is dying or fighting back, it's up to you what you think. ”

......

When Conan woke up in a daze, he still saw that it was pitch black. He tried to move, noticing that he wasn't tied to a rope or anything like that, and that he had an oxygen tank in his mouth, but the space he was in was too cramped for him to move.

He struggled upwards, his head hitting a hard object, and then the hard object seemed to hit something again, making a noise with it. He was startled, and was quiet for a while, his ears pricked up and he still didn't hear any movement from the outside world, so he breathed a sigh of relief and groped his way up again.

It's good that Dr. Asasa's invention is a lot of things that stay on him, in short, everything else is still there except for the phone.

He turned on his watch's flashlight and noticed that he was lying between two soft pieces of cloth, and he deduced that he was lying in a suitcase, which was probably in a cabinet or under a bed.

"Damn, only a few pens...... Well, that seems like ......"

He struggled to pull out one of the pens and recognized that it was the one that Dr. Asa had given to Kurosawa Gin, who had always been very careful to keep it and never leave it, the last time Hattori broke the pen, Kurosawa lost his temper and lost his temper, and then after the doctor repaired it, he was even more precious - but how could this pen appear on him?

"We'll talk about that later. I think this thing looks like it can be turned into a knife...... That's it!"

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to stick the knife to the gap in the suitcase, trying to expand the territory, and after a while, the light came in, Conan barely confirmed that he was indeed under someone's bed, and there were some magazines piled up around, and after observing the environment, he tried to rub the suitcase out, and then pushed forward, and finally got out of the suitcase.

He moved his sore muscles and looked around.

There were no monitors, the doors were locked, the curtains were drawn, and the room was safe for the time being—but why was there a TV in the room turned on so incoherently? Or was it muted?

Conan's gaze naturally fell on it first.

The TV is tuned to a news channel, and due to the glass on the outside and the unknown location of the remote control, this thing cannot change the channel.

Two recent blasting cases were shown on television.

Among them, the explosion of the apartment has been determined to be committed by a silver demon from afar from the United States, and the bomb in the hospital was found to be of the same type as the explosives installed in the apartment.

In both cases, there were deceased.

The deceased in the hospital were XXX, who was poisoned and went to the hospital for treatment, and Mr. Asti, a friend who visited him, the deceased in the apartment...... Yes, that's right, there was a dead person hiding in that apartment, but the name was still not released.

"What reason?" Conan tightened his eyebrows, "If you want to be anonymous, you will be all anonymous, and if you are not anonymous, you will not be anonymous at all, why only the name of one deceased will be announced, and the dead in the other two regions will not be announced?"

This kind of news is being repeated on television, and there is no new development for the time being.

But this feeling that the people behind the scenes knew that he would escape and see this thing made Conan very uncomfortable when he was led by the nose.

He tried to open the door and window, but failed, and finally had to start searching the room, which is also an alternative case of a closed room, but the victim became him, and he couldn't wait to get out.

The rooms are designed like hotel suites and are equipped with computers. The computer also didn't work, but there was a book next to the keyboard, and Conan moved a chair over, picked up the book, and was shocked to find that it was the next volume of "Tracks and Tricks" that had not yet been released.

According to the projected plan, the book will not be released until at least next week......

Conan opened the book, and a bookmark fell off with a line printed on it: No one can guess the development of the next volume.

"Nobody?" Conan was competitive, "then let me see if my suspicion can be tested—that's what you think, the man behind the scenes!"

......

Banquet.

A series of accidents made the already short banquet even longer, and the people of the Tomizawa family also seemed to be a little busy at this time, if it weren't for Yuzo Tomizawa controlling the overall situation and the help of the police, this banquet would have been chaotic a long time ago...... Although it is about the same now.

However, what happened in the outside world did not affect the guys who were concentrating on the "game" inside.

When Kurosawa and the others arrived, Ryuichi Asama and the others had just come out of the Times-era experience version.

"Good senses. Clifton took off his helmet, "But the traces of fantasy are a little heavier, if they are actually used...... balabala......”

He went out of his way to give his opinion.

"Indeed, in this regard...... Balabala ......" Takashi Asama's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up Clifton's words.

The two began a cheerful discussion on this aspect.

Belmode and Vivien sat not far away, watching them talk and smile at each other.

Belmode began to talk to Vivian, Vivian smiled and responded, the two played invisible tai chi, the atmosphere seemed warm and harmonious, but in fact, swords.

But after all, Belmode is still a step ahead, and a lot of relevant information has been set up, of course, Vivian has also gained, and the two tacitly keep silent about the core content.

Halfway through the conversation, the two already looked like best friends, but Belmode and Vivian suddenly slowed down and subconsciously took out their mobile phones: "There's a text message coming/Excuse me to look at the text message...... Huh?"

The two looked at each other in surprise, then smiled implicitly, exchanged two or three polite words, and walked in different directions. And the men who are immersed in their own world have forgotten where they are.

On the balcony, Belmode opened the text message: Mother, do me a favor?balabala......

Her face was dyed with a beautiful red when she saw the beginning of the text message, and chuckled: "Really, I want to see you coquettish with me in person, what are you doing only texting." ”

When he saw what was next, Belmode's expression became interested again.

"Interesting. ”

Vivien, on the other end, turned the phone screen black, the corners of her lips hooked, and let out the same exclamation as Belmode, not far away.