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

A moment of silence fell over the gondola as it slowly ascended towards the summit.

Amuro Tooru finally reached the top passage, leaped over the railing beside him, grabbed the Ferris wheel's ladder, and climbed onto the huge circular track.

"I arrived first."

Just as Amuro Tooru stood up with a smile on his face, a gust of wind blew his hat off.

The hat swirled in the night sky and flew toward the orbit of the North Wheel.

FBI Investigator Shuichi Akai stood on the North Wheel track. He noticed the hat flying towards him and looked in the direction of Tooru Amuro.

"So they really came."

Amuro Tooru, glaring at Akai Shuichi, took off his shirt and stood up. The shirt, blown away by the wind, instantly disappeared into the dark sea.

The two Ferris wheels, rotating in opposite directions, slowly began to rotate, and Amuro Tooru and Akai Shuichi gradually drew closer.

Amuro Tooru shouted, "Curaçao must be handed over to our police force."

"What if I refuse?" A disdainful smile appeared on Shuichi Akai's face.

"Then I'll fight with all my might until I get her!!"

Amuro Tooru clenched his fist in front of his chest and charged towards Akai Shuichi.

"Stop, Shuichi Akai!"

Shuichi Akai let out a snort of laughter through his nose.

Amuro Tooru accelerated to the edge of the track, made a big jump, and flew towards the track where Akai Shuichi was.

"What a lunatic!"

Chi Chufeng propped his legs up on the table, holding a glass of wine, and watched the two fight.

Do these agents lack women?

With nowhere to release their hormones, they fight incessantly, indiscriminately, without distinguishing friend from foe.

However, since the bombs had already been defused, Chi Chufeng was happy to watch the show.

He turned to look at the gondola that was about to ascend to the top.

What will Curaçao choose after regaining her memories?

His gaze was like water, rippling endlessly.

Everything! !

With a deafening roar, colorful lights shone into the sky.

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

The gondola at the top of the Ferris wheel offers a closer view of the fireworks than anyone else, with dazzling lights constantly flashing past.

Curaçao suddenly looked up, the colors of the night sky reflected in her bright eyes.

As if forgetting everything that had happened before, Curaçao stared intently at the fireworks shooting into the sky, her body beginning to tremble slightly.

She looks so strange.

Kazami Yuya, sitting opposite him, frowned.

Curaçao remained in that position, looking up at the fireworks, as if possessed by something, staring at them in a daze without moving.

"Could it be because of the fireworks?"

Kazami Yuya turned his head to look at the fireworks.

At that moment, five-colored lights, projected from directly below the gondola and spreading out in a fan shape, converged towards the center and overlapped in front of Curaçao's eyes.

The overlapping beams of light moved left and right, spreading out in a fan shape with white, orange, green, and red colors. The interlacing beams of light were reflected in Curaçao's pupils.

"Woo~"

Suddenly, Curaçao let out a huge roar.

She clutched her head tightly with her hands and collapsed to the ground in anguish.

Chapter 331 Curaçao's Choice

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Calm down!"

Kazami Yuya shouted loudly at Curaçao.

A violent headache struck, and Curaçao struggled frantically, her cries of anguish echoing inside the pod.

"Hey, are you alright? Cheer up, I'll call an ambulance right away."

Kazami Yuya took out his phone from his pocket and started dialing a number.

"There's no need for that!"

A dark shadow flashed by, and Kazami Yuya's head was kicked hard, slamming into the glass of the gondola.

"He's really recovered!"

Vermouth smiled as she observed the situation inside the pod through the telescope.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

Curaçao sat on the ground, somewhat bewildered, looking at the unconscious Kazami Yuya, her mind racing with various thoughts.

There are scenes from many years ago in the Black Organization, including the scene of him with Akasa Kaze today.

The two images kept flashing before her eyes, and her mind was in turmoil.

Beside him, Kazami Yuya's dropped phone suddenly rang.

Curaçao's eyes flickered as she looked at the number; it was very familiar.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up her phone and answering the call.

"Long time no see, Vermouth."

Upon hearing Curaçao's voice, Vermouth smiled and said, "You've recovered after all."

"Don't worry, Gin will come to pick you up soon."

“Gin…” Curaçao muttered to himself in a daze.

"Yes, speaking of which, when did your memory return? I heard you contacted Rum by phone."

Did I contact Rum by phone?

I don't remember contacting him.

The cell phone used for communication appears to have been broken during the accident.

And then that phone…

Curaçao pictured herself with her phone being held by Akachu Kaze.

He gently wiped the dust off her face.

“If it wasn’t you who sent the message…” Vermouth’s expression began to turn cold.

"Oh, of course I sent that message. Is there a problem?"

Curaçao suddenly answered.

“Really?” Vermouth frowned.

In that case, Kiel and Bourbon weren't undercover agents; they were just running away to avoid being mistakenly killed.

But no matter how I think about it, something still feels off.

Vermouth shook her head; she didn't want to get involved in this matter.

The pumpkin carriage is waiting for you.

Looking at the countdown displayed on her laptop, Vermouth put her phone back on the table.

He pressed the button on the communicator hanging on his ear and quietly started the countdown.

"Five seconds left... Three, two, one, zero!"

When the countdown reaches "0", the power outage procedure begins.

The lights in the amusement park dimmed one by one, until it was completely dark when we got to Vermouth's hotel.

Amid the commotion of the tourists, Vermouth smiled and looked out the window.

The Ferris wheel's spotlights and LED screens dimmed, the gondola's lighting was turned off, and all the external facilities were enveloped in darkness.

"Gin, you can begin your plan now."

Vermouth appeared in the helicopter's headset.

“Fine.” Gin gave the order with a cold laugh. “Vodka! Lower the boom.”

Vodka, sitting in the back of the military helicopter, quickly pressed the keys on his laptop and slid and tapped on the touchpad with his left hand.

A boom extended from the lower hatch of the aircraft, and the helicopter's rotors began to spin...

"Damn it, they've started their operation!"