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As soon as the news broke, the reporters in the audience went wild, scrambling to take photos and ask questions.

"Ms. Suzuki, how many paintings are there in total when you mentioned collecting sunflowers?"

"Does this include the sunflowers that were auctioned off for a record-breaking $500 million?"

Facing the cameras and microphones, Yuanzi remained poised and nodded, saying, "That's right, including the sunflowers I photographed this time, there are a total of seven photos."

One reporter raised a question: "These works are scattered in various countries. Even the Suzuki Foundation would probably find it difficult to manage, right?"

Jirokichi Suzuki waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, this plan has been underway for a while now."

He's not stupid or rich; this record-breaking purchase of "Sunflowers" is the best publicity for his future art exhibitions.

Sonoko continued, "We proposed the idea of ​​holding an exhibition to various art museums and individuals who collect sunflower paintings a long time ago."

If we win the bid for this sunflower painting at this auction, they will agree to lend it to us.

"In addition, we have hired five experts to be responsible for the preservation, transportation and protection of the paintings."

After they finished speaking, the group went up on stage.

Jirokichi Suzuki introduced them one by one: "First, Ms. Natsumi Miyadai, who is in charge of appraising paintings."

The second person was Mr. Higashi Koji, who was in charge of the restoration and preservation of the paintings.

The third person, Mr. Shi Ling Taishan, was responsible for transporting the paintings.

Fourth, Officer Charlie, is responsible for protecting the painting.

The host asked, "Mr. Suzuki, there are only four people here. Is there one more person?"

Jirokichi Suzuki: "The last person wasn't present. He was responsible for strengthening the protection of the painting after it arrived in Japan. His name is Kogoro Mouri!"

A reporter asked, "Mr. Suzuki, if you cannot collect all seven paintings, will the exhibition still be held?"

“That’s not the case. Holding a sunflower art exhibition has been my long-held dream. There’s no dream I can’t achieve!” Jirokichi Suzuki laughed heartily.

Just then, a playing card was shot into the center of the stage.

The logo of Phantom Thief Kid is prominently displayed above.

"Kidka?!" Jirokichi Suzuki exclaimed, searching everywhere for the figure of Phantom Thief Kid.

Ooka Momiji smiled and said to Kitagawa Taki, "Things are getting interesting!"

Kitagawa Taki ignored her and began searching the venue with his divine sense.

Kaito Kuroba has already been warned by his mother that he shouldn't show up in public.

At this moment, a staff member holding a gun and wearing a baseball cap walked to the front of the crowd.

Upon seeing that he had a gun, the crowd instantly panicked.

Charlie drew his pistol, stepped forward, pointed it at the man, and shouted, "Put down your gun!"

Jirokichi Suzuki shielded Sonoko behind him.

Kitagawa Taki walked onto the stage and quietly looked at the person.

The person in front of him was not Kuroba Kaito at all, but someone else in disguise, whom he did not recognize.

Undeterred by Charlie's threat, the man slowly raised his gun and fired a grappling hook toward the top of the hall.

Then, he flew into the air using the grappling hook, his staff uniform falling off to reveal his white, insignia-studded Kid suit.

He launched another grappling hook, using it to fly out of the venue.

Before the security guards who rushed to the door could react, several smoke bombs were thrown down.

Thick smoke billowed out in an instant.

……

Despite being surrounded and pursued by numerous security guards, "Kidd" still managed to escape safely.

"Mr. Kitagawa, why didn't you make a move?" Ooka Momiji seemed somewhat regretful.

Kitagawa Taki casually remarked, "There are too many people here."

He greeted Sonoko and then went backstage alone.

"Chikage, where's your son?" Kitagawa Taki called Kuroba Chikage.

Kuroba Chikage was stunned on the other end of the phone. Kitagawa Taki asked her son, "Why don't you just call Kuroba Kaito yourself?"

"Kaito, he's at home!"

After replying, Kuroba Chikage held the phone away and called upstairs, "Kaito, come down here!"

Then, she picked up her phone and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask him why?"

Kitagawa Taki laughed and said, "You'll know if you just look at the news."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Kuroba Chikage frowned and reached for the TV remote.

Just then, Kaito Kuroba came downstairs. "Mom, what did you call me for?"

While changing the channel, Kuroba Chikage said, "Kitagawa just called to ask about you. He told me to watch the news."

"Kitagawa? Why didn't he just call me directly?" Kaito Kuroba was full of questions.

"do not know."

Chikage Kuroba found the Nichibumi News, which was broadcasting live footage of the New York press conference.

The reporter went on and on: "The Phantom Thief Kid, disguised as a staff member, suddenly appeared at the press conference. Could it be that he has his eye on Himawari? However, it is said that there was no notice on the Kid Card he issued!"

The television began showing footage of "Kidd" appearing.

Kaito Kuroba's eyes widened. He was the only one who ever hijacked other people's accounts, but this time someone else was hijacking his account?

Unlike Kaito Kuroba, Chikage Kuroba had a furrowed brow.

Her first thought was whether the people from the brewery were deliberately impersonating Kaito Kid to lure the real Kaito Kid out.

Kaito Kuroba looked at his mother, and he quickly understood the situation.

"Mom, what's this?"

"Don't rush, let me ask Kitagawa again."

Kuroba Chikage recalled Kitagawa Taki's tone just now; perhaps he knew something.

However, Kitagawa Taki refused.

She called again, but the call was still rejected.

“He’s not answering my calls.” Kuroba Chikage shook her head and guessed, “Maybe he’s busy right now.”

Kitagawa Taki wouldn't refuse to answer her calls for no reason.

A few minutes later, she received a message from Kitagawa Taki—"Let's talk when I get back."

"Ah!" Kaito Kuroba scratched his head, seriously suspecting that Taki Kitagawa was deliberately luring them in.

That guy could easily see through his disguise, so that fake Kid definitely wouldn't escape Kitagawa Taki's eyes either.

Chikage Kuroba sighed. To Taki Kitagawa, neither she nor Kaito Kuroba mattered.

Chapter 367 Playing Cards

Kitagawa Taki didn't refuse on purpose.

He's really busy.

He, along with Jirokichi Suzuki and others, inspected the "Sunflower" they had just photographed.

After finishing the inspection, Jirokichi Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That Kid guy is definitely after Himawari!"

Then he asked, puzzled, "But he only targeted gems before!"

Charlie analyzed, "Kidd didn't leave a notice this time, so he's probably aiming for the upcoming art exhibition."

“Mr. Suzuki, please allow me to come to Japan with you!” he pleaded.

His mission is to protect "The Sunflower" in New York, but when Phantom Thief Kid appears, he will not stand idly by!

“Okay,” Suzuki Jirokichi immediately agreed.

However, his greatest hope was not Charlie, nor Kogoro Mouri, but Taki Kitagawa, who was hiding in the shadows.

"Mr. Shi Ling, Officer Charlie, then you two will escort 'Sunflower' to the airport!"

This time, Jirokichi Suzuki chartered a private plane to transport "Sunflower".

"Uncle Jirokichi, may I come with you?"

Ooka Momiji did not leave.

Jirokichi Suzuki glanced at Momiji Ooka and nodded.

Sonoko asked curiously, "Kurei, you didn't take your family's private jet?"

Ooka Momiji has always been high-profile, which is somewhat similar to Suzuki Jirokichi.

Ooka Momiji shook her head: "No."

……

The flight is scheduled for tomorrow morning.

Therefore, everyone rested at the hotel arranged by Jirokichi Suzuki that night.

Kitagawa Taki and the others' rooms were next to each other.

"Dong dong~"

Kitagawa Taki opened the door, and there stood Ooka Momiji and Iori Muga.

"Mr. Kitagawa, want to play together?"

She held an exquisite wooden box in her hand, and her red maple leaf nail polish was particularly eye-catching.

Kitagawa Taki glanced sideways: "What are we playing?"