Temperature Control in Academy City

He put down the controller somewhat dissatisfiedly, and quietly used his ability to blow away the smoke and dust in the venue, and his vision finally became clear.

"Damn it, the clue is cut off here again. We are just a little bit away."

A few minutes ago, Conan saw a suspicious man in black in the meeting hall, and he took away the suitcases that the Mantangtang employees had deposited in the storage area.

At first, I just thought he was suspicious, but I unexpectedly discovered from the phone that the other party was actually a member of the Black Organization, codenamed Tequila.

"Conan, what are you doing here?"

Tearing through the mist, the curious Natsume Sonoko saw Conan squatting in front of the toilet with an unwilling look on his face, and he seemed to be holding a black shoe in his hand.

"It's nothing, Sonoko-sister."

Conan fully demonstrated his extraordinary acting skills. His originally unwilling expression became calm, and then he showed a childlike innocent smile.

A cordon has been set up outside the area. Natsume Sonoko follows Conan bored. Not far away are police officers who are investigating the scene.

The case was handled by the Criminal Investigation Division's First Investigation Section. Inspector Megure stood solemnly at the crime scene, listening to the investigators' report.

"The identity of the victim is still unclear because the body was completely blown to pieces."

Chapter 85: Clues to the Black Organization

"Conan, I just noticed that there is a footprint on your clothes."

Quietly following Conan around, Natsume Sonoko pointed at a shallow footprint on the chest of Conan's clothes and said with some concern.

"I was kicked by an uncle just now. Actually, I was also wrong."

Conan showed an innocent expression, obviously unwilling to dwell on such a trivial matter, and casually brushed off the dust on his clothes.

"Oh, is that the person who was blown to pieces by the explosives in the toilet?" Natsume Sonoko guessed.

"Haha, why did you guess so accurately?" Conan's eyelids rolled down slightly, feeling speechless.

Natsume Sonoko looked at Conan's expression and immediately realized something. No wonder that man was so miserable, it turned out that he kicked Conan.

Standing not far from the toilet where the crime occurred, I watched the little brat Conan run in.

Natsume was a little hesitant, and to be honest, she was a little afraid to go in.

According to the police, the scene inside was so horrific that it might have made people unable to eat. All they found inside was a key and a "Mantange" logo that was bent from the inside.

That means a little brat like Conan doesn't care at all.

"I'd rather not go in. I didn't even see Uncle Maori today."

I remember when I used to watch Conan, every time I was concentrating on guessing the murderer in front of the TV, Kogoro Mouri would appear to eliminate a wrong option.

After squeezing out of the crowd and returning to the venue, the game conference had been suspended under the arrangement of the police. However, due to the storage of items, the speed of leaving the venue was much slower.

One after another, people received their deposited items and stayed where they were, waiting for further guidance from the police.

At the corner, Natsume Sonoko saw Kogoro Mouri lying on the ground, his face a little gloomy and he seemed to be in a very bad mental state.

Hey, I just saw Uncle Maori full of energy, now the side effects of alcohol are coming back.

With his hands in his pockets, his bangs covering a little of the frame of his glasses, and a serious look on his face, the little brat Conan has come out of the bathroom and is now standing in the corner observing the crowd.

"I'm Megure from the First Investigation Division. Please listen carefully. The police suspect there are still explosives at the scene, so please go back first. However, if anyone sees someone who looks like the bomb suspect, please contact the police immediately."

Inspector Megure stood in front of the crowd, directing their evacuation.

"No, we must not let everyone go back, otherwise we will never find out who the criminal is." Conan gritted his teeth and looked at the crowd that was about to evacuate unwillingly. His gaze silently shifted to Kogoro Mouri who was in a bad state due to drinking.

"Damn it, I already have clues about the criminal, and now I can only borrow my uncle's body."

As if he had made a decision, Conan did not hesitate. The watch-shaped anesthetic gun sniper interface appeared, and a sniper crosshair appeared.

"Officer Megure, we can't let everyone go back now."

A strong male voice resounded throughout the venue. The voice was deep, confident and serious, like a real detective.

"What? According to our investigation, the other party may be an unspecified bombing suspect. There may be unexploded bombs stored somewhere in this venue." Inspector Megure seemed a little resistant and did not support Kogoro Mouri's inference.

"Is that really the case? I think that there was no bomb planted in the hotel from the beginning. The criminal had a specific target in mind and placed the bomb in that person's suitcase. So, the guests must not be allowed to leave. The criminal must be among them."

Hiding in a secluded corner, Conan is holding a small bow tie in his hand, but if you look closely, it is actually a sophisticated voice-changing device.

In the corner, Natsume-san was moving quietly. Ever since he heard Uncle Mori's reasoning, he had goosebumps all over his body.

Has the legendary sleeping Kogoro Mori appeared?

Uncle Maori seemed to have some magical power. Everyone's attention was drawn to him, but no one noticed Conan who was hiding one or two meters behind him.

"Could it be that, Brother Maori, you already know who the criminal is?"

"We already have clues about the criminal, but before that, we still need to confirm the contents of a certain item, and the suspect will confess automatically."

While listening to the reasoning, Natsume was always looking for Conan's location, but strangely, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find Conan.

But after just a slight use of his ability and exploring some anomalies in the surrounding heat, a simple heat distribution map appeared in his brain.

Just a few meters away from everyone, a hiding Conan kid was found.

"Could it be that Conan also has abilities similar to Shigefuku-san's visual obstruction?"

If this is the case, Natsume Sonoko feels that Conan's abnormality is far more than this. From some perspectives, dying wherever he goes is actually a strange ability.

It's just not clear whether this ability to kill wherever you go will work on people with special abilities like Natsume Sonoko.

Natsume did not interrupt Conan's reasoning. Just now, there was a person who just kicked Conan and then was inexplicably blown to pieces.

The best way to deal with death is to keep evidence.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, found an angle where Conan wouldn't easily notice him, and quietly turned on the camera function on his phone.

"Then please ask Mr. Nakajima to open the suitcase that you have been holding tightly in your hands since you got it back and show it to everyone."

And at the moment the suitcase was opened, an employee of Mantanten named Takeshita fell to the ground with his head in his hands in fear, and a large pile of money fell out of the suitcase.

"Now the truth is out. Mr. Takeshita, you are the suspect."

"Mauri, what's going on?"

"Because he knew that the suitcase would explode. Judging from the badge with the Heaven's Flag found at the scene, the bomb was never placed in the hotel, but in the suitcase."

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"The target of the explosion is always Mr. Nakajima. By exchanging the number plates of the storage locations, the box containing the bomb can be delivered to Mr. Nakajima without anyone noticing."

"The reason why the victim was another person was because Mr. Nakajima also exchanged boxes with someone else. The suitcase in Mr. Takeshita's hand was what Mr. Nakajima originally intended to trade. I guess the key found at the scene matches this suitcase."

"I see."

Natsume suddenly understood what was going on, and it seemed to make sense. But then Conan's question became a little confusing.

"Well, Mr. Nakajima, who was lucky enough to escape death, is about to get to the point of the case."

"Who is the tall man in black who just traded with you? Now that the deal has been disrupted, the people from that group will definitely come after you. It's best to seek police protection."

The powerful voice turned stern, leaving no room for Mr. Nakajima to explain himself.

"I really don't know anything! It's just that the place where I met them was the same place, on the top floor of the Beihua Daikoku Building, in a bar called Cocktail."

After Mr. Nakajima finished speaking with some trepidation, Conan, who was hiding in the corner, no longer hesitated and ran towards the location of the Daikoku Building.

"What's wrong with me? My head hurts."

At this time, Kogoro Mouri, who had been covering his head, slowly woke up and looked at the eyes focused on him in confusion.

On the top floor of the Dahei Building, there is a bar called Cocktail.

Less than five minutes had passed since the incident at the Rice Flower Restaurant when an order was hastily received to destroy all the information.

The bar owner and several waiters took out all the strong whiskeys from the wine cellar, poured them all on the tables and chairs, and immediately set them on fire to prevent any fingerprints of the relevant personnel from remaining on them.

Natsume Sonoko spread her wings and looked inside through the glass window outside. The light from her body was refracted into the clouds in the sky, so she didn't have to worry about being discovered.

Someone followed Conan out of curiosity, and later, because he was dissatisfied with Conan's slow speed, he flew to the top floor by himself, and just in time saw the bar members who were preparing to evacuate.

Chapter 86 Extra Time

The alcohol burned very quickly and the entire bar was immediately engulfed in fire.

The furniture and counters were caught in flames, and the fire quickly spread from the bar to the entire top floor.

A strong smell came out of the ventilation duct, mixed with the smell of thick smoke and burning wood chips.

"What a strong smell! These guys even set fire to it."

Covering her nose with some dissatisfaction, Natsume Sonoko couldn't help coughing after smelling the pungent smell, and immediately used her ability to blow away the thick smoke that kept pouring out of the ventilation duct.

"This villain organization is really surprising. Their efficiency is far better than that of the Academy City Council."

I remember that it had not been ten minutes since the explosion at the Rice Flower Restaurant, but the situation here was almost resolved.

Not only was the store burned down, but all the useful things were also taken away.

The group of people just now had time to carry away a heavy-looking silver safe and put all kinds of information into it. They must have escaped via the stairs now.

The fire alarm in the building had already sounded, and staff members gradually came to the top floor to check the situation, but the fire was so big that a single fire extinguisher was completely ineffective, so they had to evacuate people first.

While everyone was busy evacuating the customers on the top floor, someone was surprised to find that the fire, which was about to burn down the entire top floor, suddenly stagnated, as if a wall was blocking the advance of the fire.

At this time, Natsume Sonoko was hovering in the air, carefully controlling the air flow nearby, and using temperature control to strip away the air around the flame. The oxygen from outside could not come in, which immediately led to a lack of oxygen needed for combustion.

The flames began to gradually decrease, and when the air inside was almost burned out, the fire finally reached a controllable level.

When the last small flame went out, Natsume Sonoko, thinking she had done a good thing, showed a smug expression.

The wind in the air was a little strong, but someone stood still and even felt that the wind was a little noisy.

He glanced at the big black building beneath his feet with some concern. The people underground looked like ants.

However, the careful Natsume Sonoko still saw the little brat Conan, who had already arrived downstairs of the Daikoku Building and was about to take the elevator up.

No time to care about that little brat Conan, Natsume Sonoko walked around the building and finally found the members of the villain organization and arsonist who had not gone far in a corner.

A minute later, Natsume Sonoko came out from the corner with the safe, and behind her were members of the organization lying on the ground.

They looked miserable, with big bumps on their heads, as if they had been hit by something. They had all fallen into a coma, their faces flushed and their bodies slightly stiff.

The surprise came too suddenly. Conan never expected that the Black Organization member who had fled when he rushed to the top floor of the building was found by someone in a nearby alley a few minutes later.

However, everyone fell into a coma and were sent to the hospital for treatment by ambulance. Officer Megure, who was nearby, was also sent to deal with the arson.

"Conan, where have you been all this time?"

Mao Lilan hurried over, her face full of worry.

"Sister Xiaolan, I just saw Yuantai and the others nearby, so I came out to say hello to them." Conan said innocently, tilting his head.

"So that's how it is. But you can't run around everywhere by yourself anymore." Xiaolan had an angry look on her face, but it didn't look like a blame.

"By the way, Conan, have you seen Sonoko?"

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm here."

Suddenly appearing in the crowd, Natsume smiled sweetly and waved towards Conan and the others.

At night, at the Maori Detective Agency.

Natsume Sonoko was holding a stack of documents in her hands, her eyes full of surprise.

"It turns out that the so-called shrinking drug is really considered a poison within this organization, with a mortality rate close to 100%."

Suddenly a little absent-minded, Natsume Sonoko began to seriously consider some things. Conan is really a lucky guy.

The safe had been thrown away somewhere by someone, and there were a lot of documents in it, and I didn't have time to read them all at once.

"Yuanzi, it's very late now, remember to go to bed." At this time, Sister Xiaolan's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep right away."

....Dividing line....

There are a wide variety of TV programs in Tokyo, and TV star Yoko Okino's TV series are being broadcast early in the morning.

Natsume Sonoko and Uncle Maori sat in front of the TV, with a simple breakfast on the small table in front of them. Uncle Maori stared at the female star on TV with his eyes wide open, and he was dancing with joy, almost holding the TV.

Conan rolled his eyes as usual and turned his gaze to Natsume Sonoko who was staring blankly at the TV.