Amid the screams of the crowd, a chubby little white bird flew away.
At this time, the elevator arrived on the 19th floor, the elevator door opened, and Shirai Sho walked out.
Ta,ta,ta...
His steps are not fast, even a little slow, with a unique rhythm.
As Shirai Sho walked, he took out a mask from his arms and put it on his face.
On that mask, the eyes are closed, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the corners of the eyes on both sides are blue teardrops and red five-pointed stars.
After putting on the mask, he casually took off the top hat on his head, flattened it, put it in his hand and twisted it, and the black and somewhat shabby hat disappeared into his hand.
After the hat disappeared, he flicked his palm upwards, and the slightly greasy mid-length black hair turned into fire-like red hair.
Then, Shiraizu took off his black tuxedo, shook it slightly, and the black turned into white in the shaking, and he put it back on again.
He pulled the pants hard, and there was a "stab" sound. The pants were torn open by him, revealing the white suit pants underneath, and the tattered black cloth strips were not wasted, flying between his palms, gradually becoming
It turned into a black tie and was tied around his neck.
During this period, the black leather shoes were turned into white leather shoes by him.
In the blink of an eye, the down-and-out street magician turned into a white clown, standing tall and tall at the door of 1901, raising his hand and knocking on the door.
"Dong dong dong dong, dong~"
The knock on the door was also so brisk, just like the smiling expression on his mask.
After a while, the door opened. Sayama Akiko stood behind the door, looking at the man wearing a strange mask in front of her. She cautiously did not open the door completely, and even locked the safety bolt.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"I'm sorry to bother you~" The white clown at the door was very polite, his voice was soft and soft, full of a kind smile, which matched the expression on the mask, "Excuse me, maybe you are the [Night Baron]
,Is it right?"
Sayama Akiko's pupils shrank, her hand holding the door handle tightened, and the veins on the back of her hand were exposed. She wanted to close the door directly, but she couldn't because she felt guilty, so she had to dispel this person's doubts.
"Ahaha...what are you talking about? How could I be [Night Baron]..."
What's going on? She just pushed that guy down, right? Why did someone come to her so quickly? She even directly asked her if she was the [Night Baron]...could it be that she had revealed something?
Akiko Sayama was brainstorming crazily while confronting the white man.
Not to mention how well Baijiu understands the micro-expressions of the human face, just saying that he has met a lot of people when he performs magic on the street these days. Shiraiji only uses the knowledge and experience he gained after his birth,
You can all guess what this woman is thinking.
"Oh, this is really troublesome..." The white clown sighed in distress, the tears on his mask and the five-pointed star looked unusually charming, "Miss, please don't make unnecessary excuses. I'm coming over.
, I just want to ask you a question. As for whether you just killed someone or something, I have no interest in getting involved~"
The man's voice was still soft and his tone was very polite, but the content of his words and the dangerous aura exuded by this man made Sayama Akiko shudder.
She wanted to close the door even more, but she didn't dare. This man knew that she had just killed someone, so he used it to blackmail her into asking questions, and she had to answer. And...
Sayama Akiko subconsciously understood that it was best not to let this person lose his patience...
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Sayama Akiko opened the safety bolt with trembling hands, opened the door, and let the man in.
Maybe, she could repeat her old trick and serve this man tea with added spices...
However, the white clown had no intention of going in. He just repeated his question: "Excuse me, are you the organizer of this event, Mr. [Night Baron]?"
At this point, even denying it would be useless. Sayama Akiko nodded slowly.
After getting a satisfactory answer, the white clown nodded and said, "So, the prize of this event, the virus called [Night Baron], are you willing to transfer it to me?"
Akiko Sayama was stunned, "What is your goal?... But..."
But as soon as this word came out, everyone in Shirai frowned and had a bad premonition.
Tanora
"But what?" The white clown's voice became gentler.
Despite this, Sayama Akiko still felt the increasingly dangerous aura of the man in front of her, which made her hesitant to tell the truth, but she had to bite the bullet and go on because she felt that the ending would be even more miserable if she didn't tell it. .
"But... this software is just a gimmick I used to trick Jiang Yuan... In fact, I don't have... this virus..."
…
silence.
There was deathly silence on the 19th floor.
Standing in front of the man, Akiko Sayama was sweating from behind, and her hand was holding the door handle even harder.
If there is any movement later, she will close the door immediately... As long as A Cong comes back, she will be saved...
Thinking this way, Akiko Sayama heard a long sigh keenly.
Then, she only saw the person in front of her raise his hand, and there was an extra playing card in his empty hand.
The strange thing is, why is there red liquid on the edge of the card showing the King of Spades?
Akiko Sayama felt liquid slipping down her neck. She wanted to raise her hand and touch it to see what it was.
The next moment, like a water pipe bursting, red liquid spurted out from the red mark on Sayama Akiko's neck. Her eyes quickly lost their luster, and she fell down helplessly.
A pair of hands bathed in blood lifted up and held Akiko Sayama's body firmly.
The white clown gently stroked Akiko Sayama's hair like a lover.
"Let's get to know you again, mercenary [Hisoka]. It's an honor to meet you."
The man paused and tilted his head.
"Oh, you can't hear anymore..."
…
Top floor of Princess Hotel, observation deck.
After Maeda Satoru left, Xiaolan and Conan watched the night scene for a while, but because she was worried about Xiaojiu, Xiaolan had no intention of enjoying herself, so she quickly proposed the idea of leaving.
Just as the two were about to leave, passers-by in the observation deck made a commotion.
"What?! Someone fell from the stairs?!"
"That's right! My whole body was pierced by the bronze statue in the outdoor restaurant. It was bloody. It was really scary..."
"Huh?" Xiaolan and Conan were startled, then stopped leaving and turned their heads.
Behind the two of them, I heard a middle-aged man complaining to his companion, clutching his chest. There was cold sweat on his forehead. It looked like he was very frightened.
"Basically, the police arrive as soon as something happens to someone. Now there are a lot of police and onlookers down there, and there is a lot of movement..."
"Who fell down?"
"I don't know... that person is wearing a mask, so I can't tell..."
……mask?
Conan thought for a while, then took Xiaolan and hurried downstairs.
He had a very bad premonition... This premonition might be related to this event...
