After the fall, the day becomes short, the sunset falls early, and the bright lights of the city make the night bright.
The Sōji Hotel in the city center is as prosperous as ever. Colorful neon lights decorate the green road outside, and in front of the magnificent baroque gate, all kinds of luxury cars are replaced and reciprocated, and there is an endless stream.
The two young men who were police officers yesterday but were forced to wear door boy costumes today tried their best to imitate Xin Haikong's style of acting yesterday and greeted the guests generously.
One of them seemed to think that the small bow ties around his neck were too tight, so he couldn't help but fiddle with it, and aimed the center of the bow tie at the gate.
"Sonoko, why do you have an invitation letter for Mr. Zhu Yuan's reception? Isn't this only for insiders in the art world?"
Suzuki Sonoko was wearing a dress and dragged Mouri Ran into the hotel, with Conan following closely behind.
"My uncle heard that Kaitō Kid is interested in 'Snow in Winter', and took the picture at noon today. Now, this party is organized by my uncle."
Damn rich people. Conan rolled his eyes. But he still finds it strange, isn't Kid only interested in gems? How can you suddenly be interested in a painting?
They entered the elevator and pressed the close button. The next second, the elevator door, which had not been closed in time, was blocked by a hand.
The elevator doors reopened.
At the door stood more than a dozen men in black suits, headed by silver-white hair. They looked a little old, but they don't look old at all. Instead, they were aggressive and had monocles on the bridge of their noses.
The scene startled the two girls inside. Ran tensed her body subconsciously, and blocked Sonoko and Conan with her arms. But she didn't notice that Conan clenched his fists behind her, and the bloody and dark temperament that rushed to his face was even worse than the two members of the black organization he had seen before.
Fortunately, the elevator in this luxury hotel is big enough to hold more than 20 people.
Conan and the others stood next to the door, and the three of them were so small that they were negligible, so they gave up their position in the middle.
The strong men in black suits stepped into the elevator neatly, but the person in the lead stepped in last and pressed the elevator button leading to the eighteenth floor with his gloved fingers.
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"Everything is normal on the first floor." "Everything is normal on the seventeenth floor." "Everything is normal on the eighteenth floor." "Everything is normal on the nineteenth floor."
"The location of the extermination explosive group has been determined."
"Sniper 1 and Sniper 2 are on standby."
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Xin Haikong was sitting in a chair, dozens of monitors in front of him were aimed at every corner of all the moving lines from the first floor to the eighteenth floor, and the bright and dark light flowed on his face.
The red light on the walkie-talkie on the table on his left kept flashing, it was very conspicuous in the darkroom, and the voice of the subordinate's report was constantly heard inside.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga stayed in command of the Metropolitan Police Department, he was the first commander at the scene. Countless police officers are available for him to dispatch, and his success or failure tonight will directly affect the underground form of Tokyo and stir up the situation of more than a dozen larger organizations.
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