I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Kogoro Mouri then realized that the way people were looking at him was a bit strange. He straightened up and got up to look around. Then he discovered that the little brat who had been next to him just moments before had disappeared.

Mouri Kogoro:!

What? That brat Conan is running around in places where a serious murder might happen again?

"Chen En, what are you holding?"

Conan quickly went to Chen En's side and asked.

He was somewhat curious as to why Chen En hadn't been kicked out like him.

But I also know that now is not the time to ask that question.

Therefore, Conan's attention shifted to the jar that Chen En was holding.

The jar is entirely white.

There were no markings, only a safety switch and a nozzle, making it look like a fire extinguisher.

"...liquefied fluorine".

Chen En put the liquefied fluorine back on the ground.

He glanced at Conan beside him before speaking.

"All the flowers here, including the bud you're wearing right now."

"Actually, all of these flowers were frozen by Midori Ozaki and Rika Okano using liquefied fluorine. These flowers will only return to their original blooming state after the liquefied fluorine is cooled to room temperature."

Conan: !

You found out all of this?

That's fast!

This was the first time Conan had ever felt like he'd won without even trying.

However, he immediately shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind, and instead said,

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask."

"Chen En, why are you interested in liquefied fluorine and this so-called avant-garde flower arranging technique? Is it possible that this is directly related to the heinous murder you believe will occur?"

Conan is back on track.

At this moment, Chen En answered affirmatively.

"I found cyanide and chloroform."

“Someone wanted to drip cyanide and chloroform into the center of a flower, and then freeze the flower with liquefied fluorine, thus ensuring that the drugs would not evaporate until someone touched the flower and thawed it, achieving that person’s goal.”

Cyanide?

Conan's eyes widened.

This is a fairly common and effective poison in Beika Town.

Countless heroes and heroines of Miyano have fallen victim to cyanide. He remembered that one of Miyano Akemi's accomplices died of cyanide poisoning in a hotel.

Is it really possible for someone to drip cyanide onto flowers and then freeze them?

"That's dangerous, isn't it?"

"To make cyanide instantly lethal upon evaporation, a considerable amount of cyanide would be required. If such a flower existed, then if it were to evaporate..."

Conan glanced at the backstage room next door.

Then, he pointed to the backstage room and said,

"It will most likely cause everyone within the size range of that room to die instantly from poisoning!"

Using such poison to kill someone means that the perpetrator is no ordinary murderer!

We must strike hard!

"Chen En, now that you've found cyanide and chloroform, you should have a good idea who's behind this crime, right?"

"Who? Who would do such a vicious thing?"

Conan quickly asked.

Then, following Chen En's gaze, he looked at Ozaki Midori, who was explaining the hotel situation to Kogoro Mouri.

Conan: ?

This...this isn't right, is it?

How could the person planning to commit murder here be Midori Ozaki? No, if she were going to commit murder, why would she ask Uncle Mori to come here to investigate the murder warrant?

Is she asking Kogoro Mouri to come and capture her? Or is it simply an abstract, performance art piece?

Conan's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Scenes from Moonshadow Island flashed before my eyes.

Or perhaps she simply wanted someone to stop her when she did something wrong?

Chapter Seventy-Six: The End of Flower Arrangement

The celebration at the Red Flower Seaside Hotel proceeded smoothly.

Many participants in that world art competition took turns performing their best performance art on stage. These sophisticated and elegant art pieces drew applause from the guests who considered themselves to be from high society.

Ran Mouri wasn't particularly interested in these things, but she found the final flower arrangement interesting.

But I still followed the crowd and clapped along while watching the performance.

Only Kogoro Mouri was yawning, looking drowsy.

He genuinely couldn't stand watching that kind of performance.

If it weren't for the fact that someone else paid him to come and watch the show, he would have left long ago and gone home to watch more Yoko Okino concert videos. Wouldn't that be better?

Why bother watching this group of amazing people perform performance art here?

Kogoro Mouri forced himself to stay awake and refused to fall asleep at this time.

This is a place where a vicious murder could happen at any time.

As a former criminal investigator and now the world's number one detective, he must be vigilant and stop a crime as soon as it begins or apprehend the perpetrator as soon as it ends.

Otherwise, all the boasting he and Ozaki Midori had made would have been for nothing!

"I must persevere..."

Kogoro Mouri's appearance has changed!

Kogoro Mouri has evolved into the Sleeping Kogoro Mouri!

Hotel back office manager's office.

Daisuke Shiraki, the manager of the Red Flower Seaside Hotel, lay wearily on the sofa.

He disregarded his image and put his legs up on the coffee table.

He put in a lot of effort to help promote this celebration; otherwise, no matter how amazing the flower arrangement was, so many people wouldn't have come to see it.

He has no way of knowing this.

Rika Okano even told him that you can't buy art with money.

That's utterly absurd!

"What in this world can't be measured in money?"

"You make it sound so nice, but you yourself only come when you have money, right? Honestly, if you ask me, money is the greatest art in the world. Without money, you can't do anything!"

Daisuke Shiraki muttered to himself.

If these words were said outside and other guests heard them, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

Because the fact that Daisuke Shiraki, who is known for his high artistic taste, has no interest in art will lower their opinion of him and the hotel as a whole.

But it's different in the manager's office.

No guests will come here, only internal staff will. He can say whatever he wants.

"I said..."

Daisuke Shiraki suddenly felt a little sleepy.

He rubbed his forehead in frustration, trying to clear his head, but to no avail. Then he stood up, intending to wash his face and calm down.

However, even this moment of clarity could not sustain it.

Daisuke Shiraki swayed slightly before collapsing back onto the sofa.

In his last moments before falling into a coma, he saw the flower bud hanging on his chest bloom.

This is the effect of chloroform.

crunch.

The door to the manager's office was pushed open.

With a gloomy expression, Midori Ozaki walked step by step toward Daisuke Shiraki.

She was about to grab Daisuke Shiraki's tie and strangle him, but just as her hand reached for him, a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Enough is enough."

"It's not too late to turn back now."

Chen En's voice was calm.

In the corner of the manager's office, a short figure jumped out.

It's Conan.