Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 162 Confirming Conan's identity as a prophet

"Remember the moment we met. Don't forget me. Don't forget me. Engrave the heartbeat of early spring."

During the two-hour concert, what really echoed in their minds and could not be forgotten was the first song, "Early Spring Heartbeat".

It’s like most of their fans fell in love with them the first time they saw them or the moment they heard their singing.

By the end, several fans were already crying and crying on the ground.

Some people even fainted from crying and had to be sent to ambulances.

The concert was still going on, but Qinghai Chuantang suddenly left.

Vodka, who was standing by, naturally felt strange, but fortunately he was fooled by Qinghai Chuantang's excuse.

That universal, tried-and-true excuse: going to the bathroom.

After all, people have three urgent needs.

In the bathroom, Qinghai Chuantang and Conan looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

"I didn't expect that you had a habit of running to the women's bathroom." After a long silence, Qinghai Chuantang finally spoke.

Conan did not feel embarrassed, but said seriously: "After all, it's safer here, isn't it?"

Qinghai Chuantang seemed to be thinking about something, and it seemed to make sense.

"Did you find anything?"

Conan nodded and said softly, "Just now, I saw a man with strange behavior enter the locker room, put an envelope in the locker, and then left in a hurry."

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

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

"Since you saw it all, why didn't you take out the envelope and open it to check the contents while he was away?"

Conan shook his head and spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't learn the skills of lock picking in Hawaii."

So, under the leadership of Conan, the two of them sneaked into the locker room, just like stalkers.

"This is it?"

"Yes, that's it."

Looking at the locker with the name tag "Zimiao" written on it that Conan was pointing at, Qinghai Chuantang felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, but more of it was excitement.

"Sister Xiaotang, please calm down!" Conan reminded in a low voice.

If it weren't for her gender, Conan might really think that he should call her "Little Tang Ge".

Qinghai Chuantang coughed lightly a few times, restrained his gradually perverted smile, took out a piece of wire from his pocket, and began to show off his lock-picking skills.

After a few seconds, the locker was opened easily.

Inside, there was an envelope lying quietly.

Just as they were about to check the contents of the envelope, they suddenly heard footsteps approaching and becoming clearer.

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

Fortunately, the locker was big enough and there were no extra items inside except for a few clothes hanging there, so the tragedy of crowding was avoided.

"Yes, I've reached the locker room. Is it the one with 'Zi Miao' written on it? Okay, I get it."

After Kiel cut off the communication signal, he silently took out a piece of wire, ready to show off his lock-picking skills.

He thought it would take some effort, but it was surprisingly easy to open, which surprised Kil.

Conan: So you all know how to do it, but I don’t?
The moment the door opened, the three of them looked at each other; no one moved, and no one spoke.

Kir is Rena Mizunashi, she naturally knows Conan.

But the woman next to Conan made her feel very strange.

Kiel looked around, ran to the door and observed for a while, then returned to his original position and said to them, "Leave now."

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

If Vodka finds out, not only Conan and the others, but also himself and the FBI and CIA behind them might be exposed.

After all, the person code-named "Malt" was really strange, and her true identity was easily investigated.

However, he did not seem to have any intention of handing this information over to the organization.

However, it is only temporary safety.

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

Keel looked at him, his expression darkening.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Just as Conan was about to say something else, footsteps were heard outside the door again, clearer than before.

It seemed as if this scene would be broken in the next second.

There was no time to think too much, so Kil had to stuff the two of them into the cabinet, then took out the envelope and closed the cabinet door, creating the illusion that he had just taken the letter.

"Kil, it seems like you're taking a long time."

After opening the door, Vodka walked in.

He looked down at his watch and said so.

"This lock is a bit troublesome, so it took some effort. I have got the letter." As he said this, Kil showed the letter in his hand and handed it to the other party obediently.

"It's really puzzling that the transaction was conducted in a crowded place like this." He said it as naturally as if he had said it casually.

Qinghai Chuantang had a feeling that the other party deliberately wanted to tell Conan everything.

"Kil, it's better not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

Vodka remained calm and did not feel the slightest bit ashamed of his abuse of power for personal gain.

After putting the envelope into the inside pocket of his clothes, Vodka continued, "Now that we have the things, it's time to leave."

Although I was reluctant to leave, I still wanted to listen to Zi Miao sing the last song.

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

Goodbye, Zimiao.

After saying this in his heart, Vodka left the locker room. While Kiel wasn't paying attention, he secretly wiped away his tears.

After estimating the time, Qinghai Chuantang opened the cabinet door, and when he saw that there was no one around, he walked out with peace of mind.

"It seems that this operation has failed."

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

There are ten minutes left before the concert ends.

The Dongdu Waterfront Hall, however, does not live up to the meaning of the name.

It's just surrounded by shallow pools of water, like a sewer, and if you're not careful in the dark, you'll trip over it.

And Conan happens to be the unfortunate person.

"Who is so uncivilized as to throw banana peels around?"

Conan's howling resounded through the sky, causing Qinghai Chuantang to quickly cover his ears.

I couldn't help but say, "It's a great loss for the tenor not to invite you."

After taking his hand away, Qing Hai Chuantang said seriously, "It seems that they will be quiet recently. I will find a way to find the people who attacked us before. Before that, you can go back to the office without worrying about getting Xiaolan and the others into trouble."

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

He said solemnly: "After all, you are the hope of the whole village. No, after all, the protagonist usually lives to the end."

"No, Sister Xiaotang, it's not that simple."

Conan's glasses reflected light strategically, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "I always feel like someone is watching us."

Upon hearing what Conan said, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly became scared, fearing that his bad luck would come true again.

He quickly picked him up and ran into a building.

At that moment, Conan successfully experienced what it felt like to vomit from pleasure.

Sure enough, people's potential is stimulated in critical moments.

After being finally put down, Conan immediately held onto the wall and began to dry heave.

After taking a few breaths, I finally felt better.

"Sister Xiaotang, you don't have to be so panicked, do you? Logically speaking, Vodka and the others don't know we're here, and they should have left by now."

At this moment, Conan seemed much calmer than before.

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

Under her crazy reminder, Conan finally recalled those facts that he was reluctant to mention. It seems that he really has the potential to be a jinx?
No, that's not right.

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

Qinghai Chuantang suppressed the wild power in his body, smiled and leaned over to look at Conan and said: "In this case, then, great prophet, do you think there is someone hiding on the roof of this building?"

“Maybe!”

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

Conan said this simply because he wanted to see the other party suffer a setback. After all, he was the one who was being cheated all along.

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

"Eh?"

Wait, this script is wrong!
Logically speaking, shouldn't she have learned from her previous lesson and moved away from here immediately?
However, Conan was sure that there would be no such coincidence in the world, so when faced with Qinghai Chuantang's proposal, he did not choose to refuse.

When the two finally arrived at the rooftop, Conan saw that there was no one around and couldn't help but laugh: "See, I told you I'm not a crow's mouth."

After saying the last word, the smile on Conan's face suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is fear, tension and anxiety.

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

A man lying on the ground with a sniper rifle at his fingertips, upon hearing the noise, immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at them.

Then, he slowly stood up from the ground.

His face was very unfamiliar.

But the scar on the right cheek that runs across the eye is deeply felt.

"A little kid and a woman? But this kid looks familiar."

The man looked at Conan, thought seriously for a while, and then smiled and said, "I remember now, you are the little boy who lives in the Maori Office. Right, Kudo Shinichi?"

He deliberately emphasized Kudo Shinichi's name, as if to emphasize a certain fact.

"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Conan smiled awkwardly and pretended to be ignorant: "How can a child like me be the famous high school detective, Kudo Shinichi?"

(End of this chapter)