Chapter 162: Conan's Prophetic Identity

"Don't forget me when you still remember the moment of encounter, don't forget my heartbeat engraved in early spring"

The two-hour concert, but what really echoed in their minds, what they couldn't forget was the original heartbeat of early spring.

It's like most of their fans like them at the first sight of them, or the moment they hear the song.

In the end, there were already several fans who couldn't cry and cried to the ground.

There were even people who fainted from crying and were put in ambulances.

The concert was still in progress, but Qinghai Chuantang suddenly left the venue at this time.

The vodka on the side naturally felt strange, but fortunately, it was fooled by Qinghai Chuantang's excuse.

That almighty, tried-and-true excuse: go to the bathroom.

After all, people have three urgency.

In the bathroom, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan have big eyes and small eyes, and the atmosphere is a little subtle.

"I didn't expect that you would have a habit of running to the women's bathroom" After being silent for a long time, Qinghai Chuantang finally spoke.

Conan didn't feel embarrassed, but said with a serious face: "After all, it's safer here, isn't it?" ”

Qinghai Chuantang thought thoughtfully, and seemed to be very reasonable.

"Did you find anything?"

Conan nodded and said softly, "Just now, I saw a man behaving strangely, entered the dressing room, put down an envelope in the cabinet, and left in a hurry. ”

Qinghai Chuantang said without thinking: "What's so strange about this? If it's a love letter written by a fan to an idol, it's also normal. ”

After a pause, Qinghai Chuantang looked down at him and felt a little strange.

"Now that you've seen it all, why don't you take out the envelope and open it while he's gone?"

Conan shook his head and said helplessly, "I didn't learn the art of lockpicking in Hawaii. ”

So, under the leadership of Conan, the two quietly sneaked into the locker room, like illegitimate meals.

"That's it?"

"yes, that's it."

Looking at the locker with the famous brand "Zimeow" written on it that Conan pointed to, Qinghai Chuantang's heart felt inexplicable apprehension, but it was more excited.

"Sister Xiaotang, you quickly restrain yourself!" Conan reminded in a low voice.

If it weren't for her gender, Conan might really think that she should be called "Brother Xiaotang".

Qinghai Chuantang coughed lightly a few times, and after reining in his gradually perverted smile, he took out a wire from his pocket and began to show off his lock-picking skills.

In a matter of seconds, the locker was easily opened.

Inside, an envelope was lying quietly.

Just as they were about to check the contents of the envelope, they suddenly heard footsteps, which were slowly approaching and becoming more and more clear.

Seeing this, Qinghai Chuantang immediately pulled Conan, and the two hid in the locker together.

Fortunately, the locker is large enough, and there are no extra items in it except for a few clothes hanging, so it does not cause the tragedy of crowding.

"Yes, I've arrived in the dressing room. Is it the cabinet that says Zimeow? Okay, I see. ”

After Kiel cut off the contact signal, he silently showed a wire, ready to show off his lock-picking skills.

I thought it would take some effort, but I didn't expect it to be very easy, and it was opened, which surprised Kiel a little.

Conan: You all know, but I don't?

When the door opened, the three of them looked at each other, and no one moved, and no one made a sound.

Kir, is the water without mercy, she naturally knows Conan.

It's just that the woman next to Conan makes her feel very strange.

Kir looked left and right, and then ran to the door and watched for a while, and then returned to his place, and said to them, "Now, you can leave quickly." ”

Gin was not in the venue, but Vodka was hiding somewhere, watching him.

If Vodka is discovered, not only Conan and others, but also the FBI and IA behind him may be exposed.

After all, the person codenamed "Malt" is really a little weird, and he easily investigated her true identity.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have any intention of handing over this information to the organization.

However, it is only temporary security.

"Wait! What is your purpose this time? What's in that envelope? Conan broke free from Qinghai Chuantang's hand and hurriedly asked.

Kiel looked at him, his expression sank.

"I can't tell you."

Just as Conan was about to say something more, footsteps came from outside the door again, clearer than before.

It seems that in the next second, this scene will be broken.

There was no time to think too much, so Kiel stuffed the two of them into the cupboard, then took out the envelope and closed the cabinet door, creating the illusion that he had just finished picking up the letter.

"Kiel, it seems like you've taken a bit of a long time."

After opening the door, Vodka walked in.

He looked down at his watch and said.

"This lock is a bit of a hassle, so it took some work, and I believe I've got it." As he spoke, Kiel flashed the letter in his hand and handed it to the other party obediently.

"It's a bit puzzling to choose this kind of crowded place for this kind of transaction." It's as natural as just saying it.

Qinghai Chuantang has a feeling that the other party deliberately wants to tell Conan everything.

"Kiel, it's better not to ask what you shouldn't ask."

The vodka does not change its color, and it is not ashamed of its public and personal behavior.

After placing the envelope in the inside pocket of his clothes, Vodka continued: "Now that the things are in hand, it's time to leave." ”

Although I am reluctant, I still want to listen to Zimeow sing the last song.

But because of his loyalty to the organization and his deep affection for his eldest brother, he had to do so.

Farewell, meow.

After saying this inwardly, Vodka lifted his feet and left the locker room. While Kiel wasn't looking, a man secretly wiped away his tears.

After estimating the time, Qinghai Chuantang opened the cabinet door, and after seeing that there was no one around, he walked out of it with confidence.

"It seems that this operation failed."

Qinghai Chuantang looked down at the time on his pocket watch, then looked at Conan and said, "Now, we have to leave quickly." ”

In ten minutes, the concert will be over.

The Dongdu Water Assembly Hall did not respond to the word "as the name suggests".

It's just that it is surrounded by a shallow pool, like a gutter, and if you are not careful in the night, you will trip over.

And Conan happened to be the unfortunate one.

"Who is so immoral that he throws banana peels!"

Conan's howl resounded through the sky, shocking Qinghai Chuantang and quickly covered his ears.

I couldn't help but say: "The tenor didn't invite you to go, it's a big loss for them."

After taking his hand down, Qinghai Chuantang said seriously: "It seems that recently, they should stop the meeting." As for the person who attacked us before, I will find a way to find it. Until then, you can return to the office with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about causing Xiaolan and them. ”

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang leaned down and put one hand on Conan's shoulder.

said solemnly: "After all, you are the hope of the whole village, after all, the protagonist usually lives to the finale." ”

"No, Sister Xiaotang, things are not that simple."

Conan's glasses were tactically reflective, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "I always feel that someone is staring at us." ”

As soon as he heard Conan's words, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly became afraid, for fear that his crow's mouth would work again.

Hurriedly picked him up and ran towards a building.

At that moment, Conan successfully experienced what it means to be so fast that you want to vomit.

Sure enough, human potential is stimulated at a critical juncture.

When he was finally put down, Conan immediately held on to the wall and began to retch.

After a few breaths of relief, I finally felt better.

"Sister Xiaotang, you're not so flustered, are you? It stands to reason that vodka they didn't know we were there, and at this time, they were already gone. ”

At this time, Conan seemed much calmer than before.

Qinghai Chuantang did not directly refute him, but cited examples.

Under her crazy explicitness, Conan finally remembered those facts that he was reluctant to mention, so it seemed that he really had the potential of a crow's mouth?

No, it's not.

Conan said seriously: "Sister Xiaotang, please call me a prophet." ”

Qinghai Chuantang suppressed the power of the desolation in his body, smiled and leaned over to look at Conan and said: "In this case, the great prophet, you said that the house of this building may not be!" ”

This building is not suitable as a sniper location, so the sniper will definitely not appear here.

Conan said this purely to see the other party eat deflated, after all, he has always been cheated by himself.

"In that case, let's go and verify it."

"Huh?"

Wait, this script is not right!

Shouldn't she have learned her lesson and get out of here?

However, Conan was sure that there would be no such coincidence in the world. So in the face of Qinghai Chuantang's proposal, he did not choose to refuse.

When the two finally arrived on the rooftop, Conan couldn't help but smile when he saw no one around, "Look, I'll just say I'm not a crow's mouth." ”

As soon as the last word was spoken, the smile on Conan's face suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is panic, nervousness, and uneasiness.

I couldn't help but even take a step back.

A man lying on the ground with a sniper rifle heard the sound and immediately took out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at them.

Then, he slowly stood up from the ground.

His face was very unfamiliar.

It's just that on the right side of the face, the scar that cuts through the eye, makes people feel profound.

"A little ghost, and a woman? It's just that this little ghost is a little familiar. ”

The man looked at Conan and thought carefully for a while before he smiled and said, "I remember, you are the little boy who lives in the Maori office." Right, Shinichi Kudo? ”

He deliberately pronounced Kudo Shinichi's name very strongly, as if to emphasize this certain fact.

"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Conan sneered, pretending to be garlic and said, "How can a child like me be that high school detective, Shinichi Kudo?" ”