Guan Ye's fall to the ground caused everyone to be stunned.

But unlike when he usually found someone fainting, no one stepped forward to check on him, and even if he vaguely shouted a few words like 'help' before he fell to the ground, no one took action.

Fusae and Curacao on the stage, one really didn't understand what was going on, and the other didn't dare to act rashly because of his identity and concerns about the organization, although the other found some clues.

Most of the people in the audience are staff members of the daily sales TV station.

They have long been accustomed to the astonishing rhetoric and behavior of the 'godfather of fashion'.

Plus being attracted by Curacao's beauty took most of the attention...... They even thought that Shigego Kanno was deliberately putting on a show, trying to vividly show his shock at Curacao's beauty.

Although it is not clear what the significance of this is to Shigego Kanno, this 'godfather' has never acted in a meaningful way.

So, Guan Ye Shigego collapsed on the recording station like this, and more than half a minute passed, and no one stepped forward to check on his situation.

Until a small figure jumped onto the stage.

…

"The face was flushed with throat twitching, a weak pulse, and loss of consciousness...... Sure enough, something happened! ”

With his small size, Conan barely got out of the crowded gap in front of the recording station, and he didn't bother to greet Fusha and Curacao on the side, so he directly checked it out, and then his heart sank.

"Sudden cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease, or ...... Poisoning? ”

After a brief examination, and a flip of Shigego Shigeno's eyelids, Conan quickly frowned.

Guan Ye's situation is very bad, not only has he lost his response to the stimuli of the outside world, but even Tong Kong has begun to magnify a little.

Even if Conan deliberately tilted Sekino's head towards the bright spotlight, the contraction reaction of his child's hole was extremely slow.

This situation ......

"It's hard to get it back......," Curacao said softly, carrying the hem of his skirt, "he must have held on for a long time with his willpower, until he exceeded the limits of his body's endurance, and then he had to call for help." ”

"Hmm......" Conan touched his chin and nodded, and while thinking about the reason why Shigego Kanno was forcibly unwell, he asked casually, "Sister Curacao, did you smell anything ......just now?"

"Conan! Damn little ghost, this is a live show, who allows you to mess around by yourself...... Hey? This moderator...... It seems like it's really dying! ”

Mori Kogoro climbed onto the stage with an anxious face, as a middle-aged uncle who was loyal to his senses, he hadn't even looked at Sekino Shigego before, and the reason why he climbed on stage to catch Conan was completely worried that the little ghost in front of him would affect the wonderful scene of Yoko Okino and Curacao competing for beauty.

But after getting a close glimpse of Shigego Kanino's face being put in the spotlight by Conan, Kogoro, as a former criminal policeman, reacted instantly.

"Xiaolan, call an ambulance!"

Kogoro habitually shouted at his daughter, and hurriedly reached out and pressed to Guan Ye's chest to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and asked around:

"Do you have any doctors here? Patient...... I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the ambulance arrive. ”

…

"Sick ...... Shigego Kanno can't do it anymore!? ”

At this time, the people in the audience finally reacted.

A burst of panicked footsteps suddenly resounded in the studio hall, some went to the front of the stage to confirm the situation, and some quietly retreated because they were afraid.

"Quick, stop the live broadcast, insert ads first, hurry up!"

In the monitoring room, the deputy director who came specially shouted into the microphone.

The green lights on one camera after another went out.

In the hall, almost everyone's attention was focused on Shigego Kanno, who had fainted, and Kogoro Mori, who was rescuing him.

Only Conan stood up thoughtfully, and turned to look at where Kannori Wakida was.

[He's gone!] 】

Conan shrank his eyes, his gaze quickly sweeping over Shigego Kanno and Curaçao.

[If the organization makes a move, there is a chance that it will be poisoned. 】

[Shouldn't the target of the organization be Miss Curacao, why would she do it to this nasty host, can it be said...... Was it manslaughter? 】

[But how did they poison it......]

Conan grimaced, walked quickly to the microphone that had fallen to the ground, adjusting the bow in front of his collar.

"No one is allowed to leave the recording hall, and no one is allowed to come near the stage except for those who have medical qualifications!"

An unfamiliar middle-aged male voice suddenly came from the surrounding stereos.

The panicked crowd slowed down, subconsciously looking around for the speaker's location.

Conan hid behind the sofa on the recording table in a dignified manner, and continued with the microphone:

"Detective Maori said that Mr. Shigego Kanno was poisoned and assassinated, and everyone present is suspicious, so if you don't want to be charged with obstructing the police investigation, it's best for everyone to stand still!"

"What, what...... Down, poison!? Everyone exclaimed in unison, and at the same time looked at Mori Kogoro.

Mori Kogoro, who was about to give artificial respiration to Shigego Kanno, was suddenly stunned on the spot, and said confusedly, "I, I said ......"

Quack!

Before Mori Kogoro could finish thinking about what he had just said, a piercing electric sound suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

The entire studio hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

"What's going on? Is there a power outage? ”

"Impossible, in order to prevent live broadcast accidents, the studio hall has a backup power supply."

……

The studio hall where you couldn't see your fingers resounded with the exclamations and discussions of the crowd again.

The footsteps that had completely stopped were also rattling again.

- It's the organization that is going to do it!

Conan and Curacao on the stage closed their eyes at the same time, tensed their nerves, and secretly retreated as they listened carefully to each approaching footstep.

A moment later, both of them opened their eyes at the same time and looked up the steps on the side of the studio.

Smack...... Smack......

A steady footstep was slowly approaching.

[It's coming!] 】

Conan reached for his watch, and Curacao secretly clenched the amulet in his palm.

However, just when the two thought that the owner of the footsteps would walk straight towards them, the other party paused slightly, turned around, and walked towards Shigego Guanye, who fainted on the side.

Conan and Curaçao were stunned.

Katsa......

Just as the two of them were secretly wondering if they had misjudged, an orange-yellow flame lit up not far away.

"Waki, Wakida-san!?" The nervous Maori Kogoro was taken aback, and he didn't notice anyone approaching him at all, and almost sat on the face of Shigego Kanno, "Why are you here?" ”

"Ahaha......" Kankan Wakida grinned as he held a lighter, "I just happened to have a takeaway delivered here." ”

With that, Kannori Wakida crouched down and let the faint flames on the lighter envelop Kogoro Mori and Shigego Kanno on the ground.

"If there is no light, it will be very inconvenient, right?" The light of fire reflected in Kannori Wakita's teeth, reminding, "Detective Maori, it's important to save people. ”

"Ah, yes......"

Mori Kogoro, who came back to his senses, immediately didn't care about asking any more questions, and hurriedly buried his head in continuing to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation for Shigego Guanye.

It's just that under the dim firelight, the sauce purple on Guan Ye's face seems to be a little deeper......

Conan didn't take care of Shigego Nogo anymore, but stared at Kannori Wakita, who was seriously helping Mori Kogoro to shine on the bright, and secretly doubted:

[Could it be that I guessed wrong? 】

[If it weren't for Mr. Wakida......]

Conan turned his head and looked at Curacao behind him by the faint light of the fire.

He wanted to confirm his judgment by observing Curacao's gaze, however...... Curaçao, however, stared intently in the direction where Kannori Wakida was.

[Will it be ......]

Conan reluctantly turned his head, and then saw that under the firelight, Wakida Kannori slowly closed his remaining right eye......

Smack!

A fierce glare shone from all sides of the recording booth.

The restoration of electricity made everyone subconsciously close their eyes.

Only Conan endured the stinging pain and forcibly narrowed his eyes.

[Deliberately create a power outage to take advantage of the opportunity to approach, and then use the opportunity to restore the temporary loss of sight to everyone...... Damn it! 】

Vaguely, Kannori Wakida extinguished the fire extinguisher, and reached out to touch the action in his arms into his eyes.

"Not good!"

In front of the sight of the lake completely blurred by tears, Conan hurriedly turned around and pushed Curacao behind him with all his might.

The detective, who is well aware of the organization's style of acting, does not directly name the danger, but intends to use his identity as a child to help Curacao escape this catastrophe as if nothing happened.

But what he didn't expect was that this push ...... But it was a no-brainer.

Flutter – bang!

Conan lay alone on the wooden floor of the studio, and fell hard and loudly.

After about half a second of trance, Conan held back his breath and said in a trembling voice:

"Ku, Miss Curacao?"

Curacao didn't reply, replaced by the sound of heels striding forward.

Click...... Click......

"Damn it!"

Conan cursed secretly, thinking that Curacao was planning to fight with Wakita Kannori head-on, but he immediately ignored the swelling pain in his eyes, and hurriedly got up and opened his watch to look at it, preparing to shoot it with an anesthetic needle at Wakita's right hand holding the weapon.

However......

Gradually appearing in the watch-type tranquilizer gun crosshairs, the mysterious lethal weapon in the hand of Kannori Wakida......

How many translucent plastic sheets are stacked on top of each other?

Conan's fingers froze as he was about to press the launch button.

Soft plastic card ...... What can I do?

…

Under Conan's surprised gaze, Kannori Wakida looked at Curaçao, who was not affected by the bright light, and casually raised the card in his hand into the air.

The beam of the spotlight passed through the card and refracted precisely at Curacao's eyes.

After a while, Kannori Wakida calmly put away the card and whispered with great confidence, "You leave first, I'll look for you later." ”

“？” Conan blinked blankly.

He heard Kanenori Wakida's words clearly, and he also saw the other party's dashing turn after speaking, but ......

"It turns out that you are Mr. Wakita!"

Curacao smiled and bowed to Kannori Wakida.

"Host Mu Yuan often brings us your sushi, which is indeed very delicious and delicious!"

“……”

Kannori Wakida paused as he had just taken.

The confusion on Conan's face was also a little thicker.

Both of them had great doubts about the role of translucent cards.

- Why is it useless?

- What's the use?

In the confusion of the same destination, the people in the studio gradually adapted to the surrounding light.

The discussion then rang out again:

"Look, the deputy director, they're out."

"It should be to check on the situation of that guy in Guanye, right?"

"The Maori detective is still rescuing, it should be fine, right?"

"Who knows, then again, the power outage just now was so weird......"

"The people in the monitoring room said that it seems that someone connected the light row and the light chasing to the same line?"

"Such a low-level mistake? Which intern is it? ”

"Where's the intern in Studio One?"

"Look, Detective Maori...... Stopped! ”

……

In the midst of the noisy discussion, Mori Kogoro took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands pressed against Shigego Kanno's chest, and shook his head sweaty.

"Sorry, it's too late......"

"What do you mean it's too late?" The slightly chubby deputy director said in a trembling voice, "Guan Yehe...... He's dead? ”

"It's a pity, but he doesn't have vital signs anymore."

Mori Kogoro got up and wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and turned his head to look at his daughter in the audience, "Xiaolan, notify Officer Twilight of them." ”

Maoliran nodded and took his phone out of his bag.

The deputy director was shocked, "Officer Dusk? Is that Twilight Thirteen? Māori detectives, this ...... Guan Ye, is he really being ......?"

"I can't say for sure yet." Mori Kogoro shook his head, stretched out his hand to the body of Shigego Kanino, and explained, "At first, I thought that Mr. Kanno suddenly fainted on the stage because of an acute cardiovascular and cerebrovascular attack, but now...... Look here, Mr. Director. ”

Mori Kogoro lifted Shigego Kanno's flower shirt and pointed to the skin under his neck and said:

"If it's just an ordinary cardiovascular disease, how can there be such strange purple patches on Mr. Guan Ye's body?"

"Shhhh

Looking at the reddish-purple patches on Guan Ye's corpse that almost spread to his neck, the onlookers who were closer gasped.

Mori Kogoro then asserted, "In my opinion, Mr. Kanno is eighty percent of the ...... Poisoned! ”

"What? Medium, poisoned!? The exclamations rose one after another.

Conan and Kanenori Wakida, who were still confused, were also noticed, and both looked at Sekino Shigego's corpse at the same time, and after a moment shook their heads at the same time.

"You talk nonsense! How could Guan Ye be poisoned? He couldn't have been poisoned! ”

Before the two of them could give their own judgments, an anxious male voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Conan was slightly stunned, "I remember, that person is ......"

"Brother Hatoya, who is in charge of studio management." Kannori Wakida looked at Conan thoughtfully, "I just saw it in the audience, together with the little brother in the hat behind him." ”

"Ahaha...... Mr. Wakida's memory is so good! ”