Akira Shinhara, who had put on his mask and sunglasses again, appeared in a public toilet near Tokyo Tower, carrying a blue gift bag.

Closing the toilet door, Akira Shinhara squatted on the ground, put on gloves, first took out the hardcover book on the top from the gift bag, put it on his lap, and then took out the hardcover book at the bottom with both hands steadily.

Opening the delicate heavy shell of the book, and taking out the poorly made remote-controlled bomb from inside, Akira Shinhara holds the bomb in one hand and puts the hardcover novel on his leg into the gift bag with the other, while placing the empty shell novel on top, and then hangs the gift bag on the hook in the toilet.

Akira Shinhara crouched down again, checked the remote-controlled bomb's device, placed it under the back of the toilet box, and turned on the remote switch.

After confirming that there was no problem, Akira Shinhara took off his gloves, folded them neatly, and put them at the bottom of the gift bag, then pressed the toilet bowl, and only after hearing the sound of flowing water did he open the bathroom door and went out.

Akira Shinhara came to the famous Tokyo Tower, and when he looked at the towering red building, he felt the awe-inspiring atmosphere of the building.

Looking at Tokyo Tower with a melancholy expression for a while, Akira Shinhara looked at the time, eight fifty, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed Nanfeng's number.

"I'm here at Tokyo Tower, you can pick me up."

Soon, Nanfeng, who was dressed in a white suit, came over and beckoned to Xinyuan Ming, revealing the two attractive little tiger teeth, smiling very sunny, but with his somewhat tall figure, he looked a little silly.

This is the first time I've seen someone who can wear different styles of suits with a straightforward temperament.

"Mr. Shinhara, why are you here?" Nanfeng looked at Akira Shinhara with some confusion, and reached out to take what he was carrying, but was avoided by Akira Shinhara.

"I took it out to give it to a friend." Akira Shinhara explained, his brows furrowed slightly, and he gathered a lot of sorrow, and his voice was very soft, as if it was coming from afar.

"Since my brother's accident, I didn't dare to come here to see it, but I didn't expect my book launch to be so close to Tokyo Tower, which is really ......"

Akira Shinhara sighed, glanced at the top of Tokyo Tower with distant eyes, and finally smiled reluctantly at the south wind, "Let's go, the book launch is about to begin." ”

[You're really a good brother.] The forum system looked at Akira Shinhara's acting, and mocked, but didn't get a response from him, so he sulked offline.

"Mr. Shinhara, are you okay......" Nanfeng looked a little hesitant, looked at Akira Shinhara's somewhat painful look, his eyebrows were also wrinkled in embarrassment, and he apologized in a little panic, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shinhara, I'm not ......"

"What are you apologizing for?" Shinhara looked at Nanfeng, who was clumsy all over, and shook his head a little funny, and the sorrow between his eyebrows also dissipated a lot.

Nanfeng touched his head, cautiously glanced at Akira Shinhara, and didn't dare to speak after him.

Xinyuan looked at Nanfeng's face that was about to wrinkle into bitter melon without a trace, and the whole person looked uncomfortable, and his heart swayed a little.

Is such a person really a gamer? Or is he too well disguised?

Before entering the venue, just on the periphery of Shiba Park, Akira Shinhara saw a long line of novel fans, who had his novels in their hands or in their bags at this time, discussing something excitedly in twos and threes, and looking forward noisily and crowdedly.

And one of them even held up a picture of him cut out of the newspaper.

Akira Shinhara: !! It doesn't have to be that way!

After checking his disguise, Shinhara Akira quickly followed the south wind down the hidden path, listening to the constant sound of his name being shouted in his ears, he only felt that he was sweating all over, for fear that suddenly a book would fall from the sky and hit his head.

Fan power, horror so!

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Akira Shinhara to enter the backstage of the book launch, where many staff members were setting up tables, chairs and benches, moving his hardcover books, and he, the protagonist of the book launch, only needed to do three things.

Listen to the president's instructions, stay where you are, don't move, and drink tea quietly.

Akira Shinhara obediently became an auspicious doll, was arranged by the staff, sat on a soft chair, watched the busy people, leisurely drank barley tea full of barley aroma, and tasted the bitter and sweet aftertaste.

"Are these all new books waiting to be sold?" Shinhara looked at the stacks of new books in front of him and asked casually.

"Yes, Mr. Shinhara, you want to sign these books now, and then go and sell them." The staff member who was sorting out the books raised his head and took the time to reply, showing a big smile, "The president said that this way you can sell at double the price and make a lot of money." ”

It's really worthy of you, the president of the capitalist, who makes so much money, not to mention the increase in manuscript fees.

However, you don't have to tell me what the president says.

Shinhara nodded decently and reservedly, put the barley tea in his hand on the table, took out the pen he had brought from the gift bag, and casually picked up the top book and opened it, "Anyway, I'm okay now, so I'll write the signature first." ”

The staff paused for a moment and asked if he needed help, but was rejected by Akira Shinhara and pointed outside.

"I'm looking at this, you go backstage to see how the scene is arranged."

After the staff left, Shinhara Ming signed the novels one by one very dedicatedly, and soon the small desktop was full of novels, which looked a little messy, and the transparent packaging bags for the books on the side were also scattered a lot.

Akira Shinhara carefully packed the signed novel, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to it, he quickly replaced the empty book in the gift bag with the book on the table.

Looking at the empty books that were placed in the pile of novels, Akira Shinhara picked up the barley tea and "accidentally" spilled it.

……

Yonehanamachi Central Hospital, a separate ward on the third floor.

At this time, several children were surrounding Conan, and Ayumi tugged at Conan's sleeve, blinking those big eyes and persuading, "Conan, let's go and see, I heard that the famous novelist will also go, and he is very handsome." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it seems to be called Xinming or something, I heard that it is better than that Kudo Yusaku!" Mitsuhiko, a boy with a few pockmarks on his face, also added.

Conan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and complained in his heart, I can't remember my name and say that he is better than my father, which is a bit excessive!

Gray Yuan sat silently on the chair, tugging at the lotus leaf edge on the white clothes, hanging his head with a little sluggishness.

"What's wrong with you? This is what it looks like when you come out of the toilet, is what happened? Conan pulled out his sleeve with a wry smile, and walked to the side of Gray Yuan's mourning, and stepped forward to whisper concern.

"They, it's them." Gray Yuan looked at Conan with a solemn face, grabbed Conan's sleeve, and said with an ugly expression, "I feel that they are in this hospital!" ”

Conan's expression instantly became serious, he turned his head to look out the door, and was about to speak, when he heard the big grinning voice of Maori Kogoro coming from outside the door.

"Officer Sato, what a coincidence, you're on a mission?"