Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
"Please don't seek your own death," Morofushi Hiromitsu said sincerely.
"I won't necessarily lose," Kurokawa Saki complained.
No, but both of you will definitely suffer. Thankfully, they didn't use guns when fighting or they'll have to contract the hospital for a long time.
Morofushi Hiromitsu felt tired just imagining this matter.
How did his 'sister' end up becoming someone who likes fighting so much?
And her target of fighting is also his childhood friend.
Morofushi Hiromitsu is tired.
"Let's go back and have some exercise."
"You can't beat me, Brother Hiro~."
"It's better than seeing you seek death by challenging Bourbon again."
"But…"
"And everyone will be happy to help you train again."
"Ahhh…."
Kurokawa Saki felt she's going to die now when she saw the gentle smile of her nominal brother.
She just refused to cooperate with his childhood... it shouldn't be that bad, right?
Kurokawa Saki felt that offending Morofushi Hiromitsu was simply the worst.
…
In this performance, Kurokawa Saki definitely couldn't participate because she's still busy in Osaka
Thankfully, the others didn't really expect her to help. The information about the presence of Vermouth and Pisco was more than enough.
Besides…
[Megumi Aiko [4]: I just remembered something. This event couldn't be the one where Ai got bigger after being caught, right?
High School Student [2]: Huh? It's possible. I don't remember the story anymore.
Drug Dealer [3]: Hurry and finish the performance. I can't wait for the next one to change my ID!
Kami Shita [6]: Hey, just be patient. It's only a few months and you look like you're about to explode.
Undercover Agent from Metropolitan Public Security [7]: Tokyo, I'm back~
Doctor [9]: There, there, you're good.
Artist [11]: Anyway, I'll broadcast the event. We have a lot of fun ideas to try tomorrow night~
Member of the Organization [10]: Haa… I'm going to die.]
It was not known whether their prayers were heard, but they managed to enter the memorial hall without any problem.
No. 11, Hirata Seiji, was invited and he came to the party solemnly.
"I'm really not used to maintaining a stern face… Can I just pretend to be a cat?" Hirata Seiji asked his agent with a pitiful look.
"No." The agent was smiling darkly. He didn't know how many times he felt like his blood pressure rose because of this artist.
"Eh~, stingy." Hirata Seiji pouted and stretched his hand boredly.
He looked around and some people frowned at him, but he gave them a polite smile. It seemed that he didn't care about them thinking he has poor manners.
Vermouth also noticed this kid, but she didn't pay attention to him.
There were a lot of eccentric people in the entertainment industry, so after looking at the kid a few times, she looked away.
'Hmm, even though my appearance is similar, it seems that they didn't recognize me,' Hirata Seiji thought rather rudely.
After all, he used to be a CIA. The prologue mission was also quite hellish, but he survived for a while and then got killed together with no. 10.
Then again, he was not exactly suitable to become an agent in the first place. The talent he got was useful to a certain degree, but it was more to hide himself than anything.
Moreover, if people found out he could turn into a cat….
Yeah, that's definitely a death sentence for him.
Hirata Seiji shuddered just from the thoughts.
"Wow, so many famous people here!" No. 12 was rather excited as she held the microphone and looked around curiously.
The performance was about to attract attention, but no. 12 didn't want to provoke the black side characters.
So she thought of a good idea.
Since there'll be a murder case here, she only needed to film the scene with the cameras in public.
She'll be the first reporter hehehe!
For now, she just had to wait and act normal.
Though, the cameramen felt like knocking on no. 12 head. She was prancing around as if people couldn't see her nervousness.
On the other hand, no. 9 was staying with her friend from the hospital. She sighed deeply when she thought about the scene for her appearance that she planned.
She's a doctor, so she could only step forward to check the deceased.
After that?
Well, she couldn't really do anything.
'Unless I want to go out of character, it's best if I don't do anything unnecessary…' no. 9 only wanted to pass the performance and didn't have much hope for an excellent score.
She's too shy ah, ah.
Moreover, no. 9 didn't really think that she'll be able to act strangely.
"I'm here…" no. 10 held his reporter ID that no. 5 delivered through a locker without meeting directly.
They all might be comrade to a certain degree, but most of them didn't trust each other enough.
Otherwise, no. 7 wouldn't have feared no. 1 so much after realizing her codename. Because compared to the ID card that was shown, the reputation that no. 1 had built in the Winery is terrifying.
He didn't dare to bet.
But it seemed that no. 1 was actually quite patient.
In this way, no. 5 also didn't want to reveal his identity in front of others. Only no. 1 and no. 7 knew him so far because one is his collaborator and the other is his former subordinate.
No. 10 didn't know anyone but no. 11 and no. 12 who were practically showing off themselves in front of the TV. But those two people were unlikely to have other intersections with the Black Organization, so they couldn't even help him much.
'And I have to pretend that I didn't know Vermouth… I don't know which one is Pisco, though,' no. 10 played with the camera and then glanced to the side.
His eyes lit up when he saw Conan and Ai as his hand moved on its own, recording the appearance of the two children.
Haibara Ai had already worn glasses by this time, lent by Conan.
'Tsk, if I report these two children, the red side might be over quickly.' no. 10 sighed.
He had been thinking that there were so many people protecting this young child that allowed him to be so reckless.
*Sigh*
For a moment, no. 10 really wanted to give him a scare.
It'll be pretty fun~.
Many Conan fans really want to whisper the name Kudo Shinichi right in front of the other party. At least, no. 10 is included among them.
Hehehe.
And he could also use this photo as leverage against Vermouth.
No. 10 smiled brightly and put his phone away.
The room suddenly darkened and the presentation started. After a flash, there was the loud sound of the chandelier falling down.
When the lights came back, what greeted him was the sight of the man crushed underneath the chandelier.
"Kyaaaaa!"
"He's dead." No. 9 was close to the victim and immediately checked for his pulse. She frowned and sighed in her heart.
Well, she did have great talent as a doctor, but the premise is that the other party didn't die on the spot. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for her to do anything.