A group of people walked on the street, choosing from a variety of delicious snacks at the open stalls.

"It's so delicious!" Gentai said vaguely as he tore the squid off the wooden stick with his teeth and bit it in his mouth.

"And there seems to be a discount," Dr. Ali chewed the baked potato chunks slowly and felt very comfortable. "It should be to build a reputation, right?"

"After all, this is a very meaningful festival," Qianyu said after biting off a piece of roasted lamb from the skewer and swallowing it. "It is said that there will be some important people coming here."

"Big shot?" Mitsuhiko thought for a while and then asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Since you said so, Chiba, it seems that I really remembered it correctly," Conan replied. "This is the hometown of Representative Nagisa."

"Member?" Yuantai asked confused. "What is that?"

"Meat eaters." Qian Yu replied. (Meat eaters represent the power class. From "The Debate on Cao GUI")

"Huh?" Yuantai was confused.

"He is a member of the Japanese Diet, which holds the highest power in Japan, and is a group of people at the top of the entire country." Qianha threw the wooden pick into the trash can and replied.

"Isn't the person with the highest power the prime minister?" Bumi wondered.

"The Prime Minister is just the brains of most parties, so he can be elected to the position of Prime Minister of the Cabinet. He is equal to the members of the parliament in terms of status." Qianha smiled slightly and said. "Theoretically speaking, the highest authority in Japan is

The Congress as a whole, and this Mr. Nagisa is a member who shares this power. So there is no problem in calling him this."

"Although it can be said that congressmen have certain powers," a middle-aged man's voice came from behind Qian Yu. "But similarly, congressmen must live up to the country and the people, and must work hard for everyone at all times.

struggle."

"?" Qianyu looked behind him and saw a middle-aged man wearing a kimono looking at them with a kind expression. Although he had a kind expression on his face, his face would indeed make anyone who was not preconceived by the kind expression

I can feel his unruffled spirit.

"Uncle," Yuantai said, not yet realizing what this middle-aged man's courage represented. "Who are you?"

"Me?" The middle-aged man's kind expression remained unchanged. "I am the person you just discussed, Representative Nagisa."

Qianyu and others looked at each other in confusion, and the vendors nearby were also excited - if such a celebrity could patronize his own stall, he would definitely get a great reputation.

"Mr. Congressman, please come to my place for takoyaki!"

"Mr. Congressman, come and try my kebab!"

"Sir, Congressman, please be sure to enjoy the rice balls made by the little one!"

"Hello, Mr. Congressman." Qianyu recovered from his shock and quickly bowed slightly to salute Congressman Nagisa.

"You don't need to be so rigid about etiquette," Representative Nagisa knelt down and touched Qianyu's little head. "I don't need these courtesy here. Then I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, Uncle Congressman!" by Yuan Taibu Mimitsu Yanko.

"..." Qianyu's expression changed from respectful to thoughtful.

I always feel like I've missed something... What exactly have I missed?

...

At twelve o'clock at noon, the sun is already at its zenith.

Qianyu stood alone in front of a goldfish fishing stall.

Not long after the group of people wandered around, Qianyu separated from everyone because he wanted to go to his favorite stall, so now he is walking around the festival as he pleases.

Because he was concentrating on eating the meat skewers in his hand, something familiar floated quietly through his blurry vision.

"?" Qianyu looked around, looking for the source of the sense of déjà vu.

Something that gives me a sense of déjà vu...no matter how much I think about it, it shouldn't be a good thing...what is it?

Qianyu threw the wooden stick into the trash can next to him and disappeared into the crowd.

Come on, let me see if I didn't make a false alarm.

...

In a certain room, two people were sitting on two chairs and chatting.

"Someone asked me to confirm, are the pig ears stewed?" a serious male voice.

"Don't worry, everything that needs to be done is done." A lazy female voice said. "I am absolutely sure that I can control everything. If it doesn't work, I can also hack into that garbage statistical system at any time, ho1d everything."

"Then it's all your fault." The man was about to stand up, but suddenly remembered something and took out a cloth bag from his pocket. "I have already sent you the equipment that you have taken care of."

"I finally got it back," the woman asked as she opened the cloth bag. "But what happened to bringing it back this time? Is it so slow for new people to take care of themselves? If it is normal, the last time you came to contact me

You should be able to bring this thing back, or did you forget to bring it last time?"

"This is a newer person." The man apologized. "Just about a month ago, the new gunsmith you know died in a fire, so we were forced to use a new one.

Gunsmith, it wasted a lot of time."

"No bones left?" The woman opened the cloth bag and took out a brand new scope. "New scope... This gunsmith is still a little worse than the last one. The scope is still standard. I will be very uncomfortable using it.

.”

"In the fire," the man explained with some embarrassment. "The data was destroyed, so the new gunsmith has no data about your body, and there is no way to correct the scope based on your body."

"Did that guy bring the information with him?" the woman asked with a frown. "Or is there a fire in the organization's workplace?"

"The workplace..." the man replied. "That place was not only on fire, but the note was also dropped."

"Nonsense," the woman said speechlessly. "If there's a fire, the police will definitely come!"

"But," the man hesitated and said, "the fire was completely inside the building and couldn't be seen from the outside at all!"

"Oh?" A glimmer of light flashed in the woman's eyes. "So, what other instructions did you bring?"

"You are really understanding," the man replied with a smile. "After this, any non-mission meetings with members of the department need to be reported, otherwise, if discovered, they will be treated as traitors."

"I understand." The woman regained her lazy demeanor. "Anyway, I am staying in this mountain village and there is no one I can contact."

"Okay," the man stood up and prepared to leave. "Then I'm leaving."

...

After searching for more than 20 minutes, Qianyu gave up. "What on earth was I thinking...I spent so much effort just for a premonition without any warning..."

Just as Qianyu was laughing at himself, his eyes were involuntarily fixed on a man who was in a hurry! At the first sight, Qianyu confirmed that this was the man who gave him a sense of déjà vu before!

In front of his chest, a white cross is very conspicuous - this white cross is different from a normal cross, but a cross like a field with four corners broken off.

Qianyu has seen such a cross before - when the weapons of high-ranking members of Kanto are sent for maintenance, the people who send these weapons will wear such a cross - this cross is not a common commodity that can be found everywhere, but

It is a delivery token made by Qianyu after becoming a gunsmith! The only one in the world!
Chapter completed!