Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Oh, it's her.

Curaçao!

Isn't this Rum's right-hand man from the Black Organization?

But how could she remember my name?

"You don't remember anything?" Chi Chufeng asked.

"Mmm-hmm." Curaçao nodded repeatedly.

Chi Chufeng thought for a moment and realized that he would need to ride the Ferris wheel late at night to recover.

However, he remembers that this incident eventually escalated into a huge, exaggerated affair.

The Black Organization, the FBI, the National Police Agency, the Metropolitan Police Department, and all sorts of undercover agents all showed up, creating chaos and bombardment.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip.

He didn't want to get involved in such a troublesome matter, and no one had asked him to.

I snapped a photo and sent it to Inspector Megure, briefly explaining the situation via text message.

"Chichu-san, why...why are you taking pictures of me?"

For some reason, Curaçao felt a little worried.

"It's okay. Tell those who know you, and they will come to pick you up."

"Chichu-san, you...you don't want me anymore?"

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she clutched Chi Chufeng's clothes tightly with both hands, looking utterly pitiful.

"You're the only one I remember! You...you won't abandon me, will you?"

Looking at the girl's miserable expression, as if she had just been dumped by her boyfriend, Chi Chufeng was speechless.

It makes me sound like a jerk, but we're really not that close.

However, he was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see a girl cry in front of him.

How could I abandon you?

Chi Chufeng patted her little head. "Come on, I'll take you to play."

Perhaps as she plays, her memories will return.

Whether she wants to stay or leave at that time is up to her own decision.

Upon hearing what Chi Chufeng said, Curaçao revealed a bright and innocent smile, which startled Chi Chufeng.

This girl... is actually an assassin from the Black Organization?

If he hadn't known the truth, he really wouldn't have believed it.

"Takagi, this is a photo that Akatsuchi-san just sent."

Inspector Megure showed the photos on his phone to Takagi.

"Based on his judgment, this woman may be related to the incident at the police station last night. Go and ask them what happened."

... .... ......

Just as Takagi was about to leave, Officer Shiratori walked in.

"Inspector, a large-scale traffic accident occurred last night. A tanker truck was involved in the accident, fell off the highway, and damaged a substation, causing a power outage throughout the entire coastal area."

"With such a serious accident, neither the media nor we have received accurate information. I think it is necessary to conduct an investigation."

Inspector Megure remained silent, his gaze fixed on the photo displayed on his phone.

Just then, Detective Chiba Kazunobu ran in, shouting, "Inspector Megure!"

"How about it?"

"The Third Investigation Division didn't get any special information either."

"Yeah…"

Disappointment was written all over Megure's face.

"However, a friend of mine revealed that someone broke into the police station last night."

"Invading the National Police Agency?" Inspector Megure's eyes widened.

"Inspector, what exactly is going on?"

Upon hearing Chiba's explanation, both Shiratori and Takagi looked at Inspector Megure.

Inspector Megure's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is probably no small matter; it must be a powerful dark organization operating in the shadows."

Chapter 321 One by one they died

At the Tokyo Aquarium, Curaçao excitedly played a game at the darts booth, hitting the bullseye three times and getting the highest score of the day.

"The dolphin keychains are all so cute! Akatsuki-san, which one should I choose?"

Curaçao's eyes sparkled as she looked at the colorful prizes.

Chi Chufeng reached out and picked up a pure white dolphin.

"This suits you perfectly, it matches your hair color."

Curaçao reached out her little hand and caught the baby dolphin in her palm.

Looking at Chi Chufeng, her eyes were full of affection.

"Akachu-san, thank you, I like it so much..."

[Ding! Curaçao has developed feelings for you; current affection level is 2.]

Seeing her like this, Chi Chufeng felt a pang of sympathy.

I doubt this girl has ever received a gift since joining the Black Organization.

A simple little ornament made her this happy.

In London, as Big Ben, the clock tower located in a corner of the Palace of Westminster, struck 7 p.m., pigeons around it took flight.

A man wearing black clothes and with a communicator in his ear walked through the crowded Trafalgar Square and onto a street called Whitehall that connects to the National Assembly Building, where he boarded a double-decker bus parked at a bus stop.

The bus immediately closed its doors and drove off. Without hesitation, the man went through the first floor and onto the second floor.

The front of the second floor was already packed with passengers, but the back was still empty. The man sat in the last row and pressed the button on the communicator in his ear.

"This is Stout, and I'm already on the bus."

"Stay put and await further instructions."

"clear."

The man exhaled. The bus was slowly turning left, and Big Ben could be seen to the right.

Just then, a bullet was fired from above the huge clock face of Big Ben.

The bullet struck the bus directly, piercing Stout's temple.

Stout didn't even have time to utter a sound before he slowly fell forward.

The passenger sitting in front heard the sound of someone falling to the ground and turned around to look, followed by a scream.

"Ah!"

"Hey! How's it going?"

"Someone has collapsed! Tell the driver immediately!"

In front of the clock above the Big Ben clock face, a man wearing sunglasses and a hat is setting up a sniper rifle.

He is Cohen, a top sniper for the Black Organization.

Cohen confirmed through the scope of his sniper rifle that Stout, who was sitting on the double-decker bus, had been shot down.

“Stout, I trusted you, but unfortunately…”

He lowered his gun with a whisper and placed his hand on the communicator to his ear: "Stout is dead."

"OK, I'll be right back."

Upon hearing the voice on the phone, Cohen replied, "Understood," and then disappeared into the shadow of the massive clock tower.

Toronto, Canada.

In the city center, surrounded by skyscrapers, stands a towering building that once held the title of the world's tallest building, the CN Tower.

On the roof of the observation deck, 356 meters above the ground, stood seven men and women dressed in orange jumpsuits.

They were all secured with safety ropes, which were connected to cables hanging from a circular track above the roof. The seven of them walked in a row on a narrow platform installed on the roof.

Anyone at this height would be terrified and their legs would go weak, but the man leading the way as a tour guide was as calm as if he were walking on flat ground.

"The CN Tower has been open for 32 years and was once the tallest building in the world. The EdgeWalk is located on approximately the 160th floor, meaning we are now 356 meters tall!"

The man stood on the edge of the platform, staring directly at the view below. Some of the tourists couldn't help but let out a short gasp...