Conan: I can see keywords

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"Dear guests, welcome to the bidding site..."

The day of the bidding came.

With the help of Hiroki, Lingchuan successfully sneaked into the scene.

The venue is the headquarters of Sintra Company.

The 17th floor of this office building - the banquet hall.

Mixed in the crowd, Lingchuan came into contact with these bigwigs who appeared on TV news for the first time.

He walked around in the luxurious banquet hall with headphones on his left ear. Every time his eyes swept across the face of a big shot, a detailed introduction of Fang Zhou would come from the headphones.

After a round of discussions, Lingchuan already had a basic understanding of the information of these big guys.

But there was one exception among these people.

This person looks about the same age as Lingchuan, with light blond hair. The slightly darker color at the end of his hair matches the overall look, giving people a friendly feeling.

His emerald green eyes looked at everyone with gentleness, and he politely held a glass of wine while talking to several young people.

It is not difficult to see from his words and actions that he is a gentleman and polite to the women around him.

Compared with other people's dresses and suits, this person's khaki long trench coat and light-colored shirt do not lose any aura.

As if he noticed Lingchuan's gaze, he turned around to look at Lingchuan, blinked and raised his glass.

Lingchuan raised his hand in return and also looked away.

Fang Ark's profile was still being broadcasted in the headset, "...grew up in Paris, France, his ancestral home is in England, and he has the title of earl."

"Gone?"

Fang Zhou paused and said, "No more. This person seems to be very private, and there is not much information about him on the Internet."

Strange things!

Lingchuan frowned subconsciously. Could it be that there are people who never use the Internet?

"His name seems to be fake." Fang Zhou was silent for a while and then said, "I found more than 137,000 people named Li Lai on the Internet, but none of them matched this person's identity or background."

This news made Lingchuan feel a little nervous.

'Could he be Vermouth?'

but……

Lingchuan was a little unsure. When he contacted Vermouth before, even though the other party's voice changed, Lingchuan still keenly realized that the other party should be a woman.

But now...?

Could it be that he felt wrong?

"This is Suzuki Sonoko, the second daughter of the Suzuki family, the largest conglomerate in Japan. Because her elder sister has no interest in the conglomerate, she has been trained as the heir to the family since she was a child."

"I am currently studying at Teitan High School. My uncle, Suzuki Jirokichi, has a wide range of interests and has been on the headlines of newspapers many times. His enemy is Kaito Kid..."

Fang Zhou continued to relay other people's information, but Lingchuan was no longer in the mood to listen.

Now all his thoughts were on the person who had used the pseudonym 'Li Lai' before.

"This is Chrissie Wynyard, a famous American actress..."

"Okay Ark, stop for a moment."

"Ok."

The electronic sound in the headphones quieted down, Lingchuan rubbed his swollen temple and sighed.

Is it really because of different experiences?

Now Lingchuan thinks that everyone he sees is not simple.

"Thank you all for coming to this bidding meeting. Next, the designer of our company's Cocoon game, Tadaki Kenmura, will introduce our project to you."

I don't know when Thomas became the host on the stage. After a long talk, he finally brought out the theme of the banquet.

The microphone was passed to the next man to go on stage.

"Hello everyone, I am Kenmura Tadaki..."

Lingchuan looked at the man on the stage, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He was not interested in the so-called "Cocoon" game, but was quite interested in the designer of this game.

There is no lack of reasons for this.

Tadaki Kenmura is Hiroki Sawada's biological father.

Lingchuan didn't know whether Jiancun knew about Hiroki's predicament, but he knew Hiroki's disappointment in his biological father.

A big part of the reason why Hiroki fell into Thomas's hands was because of Kenmura.

But even so, Jiancun, who occupies the identity of "father", is still the biggest obstacle for Lingchuan to obtain custody of Hongshu.

Regardless of whether Hiroshu recognizes him or not, if you want to take Hiroshu away safely, you must pass Jiancun.

“…This is the R&D concept of Cocoon. The above is our team’s design for Cocoon. I believe that the advent of Cocoon will definitely open up a new path in the gaming industry!”

"How can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong with what you said?" The person who came was not a fool.

If you want them to invest money, you have to see the benefits.

Jiancun introduced a lot of things, all of which talked about how the cocoon transcends time, but he only briefly mentioned the benefits.

This question is obviously not for Jiancun to answer.

Thomas walked back onto the stage and took the microphone to answer questions from the guests.

Lingchuan watched for a while and then left the venue in boredom.

He walked to the balcony, intending to enjoy the evening breeze.

But I didn’t expect that there was already someone here!

"Is everything you said true, Doctor?"

"Yes, Shinichi is having a very hard time, and he's been tracking those people."

Lingchuan leaned against the wall and listened:

“Is there really such a magical thing in this world?”

"That organization... Black Clothes? Using the name of alcohol as their code name..."

After hearing the information about his partner, Lingchuan subconsciously became alert.

"Ark, record."

"Ok."

The earphone on the left ear flashed, and the two people on the balcony had no idea that their conversation had been recorded by a third person.

Chapter 53 Gin's Plan

"here we go?"

"Yes, it's started." A red light flashed in the darkness.

The night sky slanted down from the window, illuminating a pair of red high heels.

The owner of the shoe seemed to be playing with the moonlight on the ground, and the tip of the shoe would occasionally teasingly swipe across the moonlight, "Do you really want to do this?"

“Heh,” the man on the other end of the phone seemed to be laughing, “No one can take away what belongs to the organization.”

"You're still the same, Gin."

The red light flashed for two seconds, a wisp of smoke floated into the moonlight, and the face hidden in the darkness was finally revealed - it was the famous American actress, Chris.

She stood at the window and looked outside.

Several black cars were parked not far from the building, and groups of men in black were leaning against the cars, smoking.

Staring at one of the cars, she smiled, "I didn't expect you to come here."

Gin seemed to sense her gaze and looked out of the car.

But from his angle he couldn't see Chris.

Faced with this question, Gin did not answer, but asked, "How are things being prepared?"

"You're so worried about me?" Chris said in a tone that was very familiar to Gin, "It's really sad~"

"I don't have much patience for guys who are hard to find from time to time, Vermouth."

"If anything unexpected happens during this operation, I will not hesitate to take care of you myself."

"Oh, then I won't give you this chance."

"By the way, that guy sent me a recording." Chris leaned against the window, looking relaxed. "It's quite interesting."

As if she knew what Gin was going to ask, she spoke before a cold male voice came from the phone, "But it has little to do with this operation."

"Do you need me to teach you how to do such a small thing?"

Chris couldn't help but laugh when she heard the answer, "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to the day when you teach me how to do things."

Unable to bear Chris's attitude and tone, Gin finally couldn't help but hung up the phone.

Little did he know that he was falling right into Chris's trap.

Looking at the black screen of her phone, Chris adjusted her hair by her ears and opened the email on her phone.

There was nothing in it except a text message that showed it was sent ten minutes ago.

Chris looked at the text message and finally deleted it.

With an ambiguous smile on her face, she walked slowly into the lively banquet.

Lingchuan knew nothing about this.

He was still asking whether Ark had sent the stuff to Vermouth at the winery.

Fang Zhou replied obediently, "It has been sent, and the other party has clicked to receive it."