[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

Conan didn't want to see them, so he turned his head, and Vodka's figure appeared in his sight.

! ! !

All the shame and regret were gone, and now he only cared about Vodka. Was he alone or with Gin? What mission was he going to do?

No, he seemed to come here just to watch the concert, because he was queuing up to enter, and he was holding a light board and a cheering stick in his hand.

"Conan, what are you looking at?"

"It seems that you can enter over there, let's go to the queue, Xiaolan."

"Okay." Mao Lilan looked at the others, "Are you all going to queue up now, or do you want to buy more things?"

Mochizuki said: "Akimoto and I are available at any time, let's go with you."

"If we are the two of us, we still have to go shopping, bye."

The sculptor and the painter said goodbye to the few people and went to the nearby store.

[Master of Sculpture (Sculptor): Novelist, antique dealer, have you seen us?

Novel Creator (Novelist): Have you arrived? Where?

Antique collector (antique dealer): We didn't seem to see him.

Spiritual painter (painter): Great, you didn't recognize us after all. The friendship between classmates after three years is so fragile.

Novel creator (novelist): Hahahaha, I'm kidding. I recognized you a long time ago. When you teased Conan, it was so deja vu.

Antique collector (antique dealer): It's a pity that you didn't take photos of Conan's interesting scenes and send them to the group.

Sculptor (sculptor): I wanted to take photos, but unfortunately all three photo opportunities were used for the group photo of the painter and Conan.

Spiritual painter (painter): I also took photos of the sculptor and Conan.

Novel creator (novelist): If we meet in front of Conan again in the future, we must act as if we are not familiar with each other like today, otherwise one day he may suspect one of us and the others at the same time. The later we are exposed, the more fun it is.

Spiritual painter (painter): What a bad guy! Me too? That's fine. 】

Perhaps it was luck, the prisoner was in front of Conan.

At first the prisoner didn't know, until he heard the person behind him say something with Conan's name, he subconsciously turned around and saw Mao Lilan and others, and then looked down, it was Conan.

Inexplicably, his heart itched.

The prisoner endured and endured, but finally couldn't resist the temptation to scare Conan, he pretended to be thinking:

"Little boy, you look like a detective, what's his name?"

Conan laughed dryly: "Really? Maybe because he and I are relatives, so we look alike."

"Kudo Shinichi." The prisoner lowered his voice, "Really?"

As if there was an electric current flowing through his limbs, Conan couldn't help shaking twice: "Ahaha, I am his relative."

The prisoner was satisfied: "Yeah, worthy of being a relative."

He turned around and no longer paid attention to Conan, making people feel that his question just now was a whim.

Mao Lilan was immersed in chatting with Sonoko and others behind her, and did not notice their conversation, which made Conan feel relieved. However, his face was still tense: he was wondering if there was anything wrong with his disguise.

[Man with code name Electric Eel (Prisoner): Today I also succeeded in scaring Conan, Oh yeah! [Conan shivering picture]

Novel creator (Novelist): Tell me, did you use your skills? Otherwise, how can you scare people with your appearance?

Man with code name Electric Eel (Prisoner): You guessed it, but I just used the lowest current, and I felt a little dull and couldn't feel it at all.

Antique collector (antique dealer): The picture has been stolen, thank you. 】

There was more than half an hour before the concert started, and almost all the audience had arrived. Mochizuki looked at the left: sculptor, painter; then looked at the right: antique dealer, priest, prisoner.

Good guy, they were all arranged together.

Not far behind them on the right was Mao Lilan and her group. After their eyes met, they smiled and waved.

About two meters behind them on the left sat Vodka. Wang Yuemo looked at him, unsure, and then looked again. It was really him.

Time travel + Goldfinger is really a huge medical beauty. The girl who was once quiet now has black fans.

Several classmates were sitting so close, but they were still chatting in the brain channel. In addition to avoiding Conan's attention to their familiarity, there was another reason: chatting in the brain channel is faster, and you can send out what you want in one second.

Time passed unknowingly, a beam of light hit the center of the stage, and a figure slowly rose. Her long black hair was fluffy and curly, her skin was smooth and delicate, and she was wearing a black knee-length skirt. She took two steps forward, and the audience was neatlyCalling:

"Mia! Mia! Mia!"

"Thank you for coming to support my concert. I feel your enthusiasm. Please let me sing songs for you in the next three hours!" (English)

Although some people didn't understand what she was saying, they were still shouting her name passionately. Some fanatics shouted loudly:

"I want to listen to "Whispering Wind's Song"! Mia, start quickly!"

"Then, let's enter the world of songs. The first song "Whispering Wind's Song" is for everyone!"

"The whispering wind is calling my name

It takes me to a place far away

Where dreams are born and hearts can fly

In a world full of love and light

……

It whispers soft, it never lies

It leads me through the darkest nights

To a dawn of hope and endless light

In the rhythm of the whispering wind's song"

(The whispering wind is calling my name

It takes me to a faraway place

Where dreams are born and the soul can fly

In a world full of love and light

…

It whispers softly and never lies

It leads me through the darkest night

Towards a dawn full of hope and endless light

In the melody of the Whispering Wind's Song)

Fans also sang along. This is Mia's famous song. As her fans, everyone can basically sing it.

"Whispering Wind's Song" is like a gentle and warm spring breeze, with a beautiful and moving melody, as if the whispering wind is telling one story after another in your ear; sometimes calm, sometimes passionate, Mia's unique voice perfectly interprets its charm.

The song reached its climax again, and people like Mochizuki Moto who had not heard the song much also sang along with the crowd:

"The gentle breeze, it touches my face

It brings me hopes and fills my space

With memories of times we shared

And all the love we cared

..."

(The gentle breeze, it touches my face

It brings me hopes and fills my space

With memories of times we shared

And all the love we cared

……)

Mia waved her left hand, and fans waved their cheering sticks in the direction she waved. From time to time, she turned her body and improvised a dance.

The priest took the opportunity to take a photo and posted it on the brain channel. In the photo, Mia's eyebrows were curved, her left hand was raised to the upper left, her body was leaning to the left, her right hand was holding the microphone to her mouth, her mouth was slightly open, and it could be seen that she was singing.

In addition, the priest also held a camera in his hand, ready to take some wonderful moments.

She hoped that there would be no more cases this time. There were far fewer cases in the United States than here. If a murder occurred at the concert, some of Mia's haters and rivals might use it to make trouble.

She didn't want her classmates who had finally become so cheerful to become introverted again because of some people's remarks.

If Mochizuki knew what the priest was thinking at this time, she might sigh that she was worthy of being her, always worrying about everyone; at the same time, she would tell her: Mia only looked quiet and introverted before, but she was actually wild inside. Now she has let go a little, and she will not retreat because of some rumors, and she may even become more "unbridled".

Before crossing, the priest's subconscious care for everyone made many classmates hallucinate their elders, so they would unconsciously hide their true personality. This is why her understanding and positioning of some classmates was not accurate enough.

After all, he was a death elementary school student. The case still happened. A tuner suddenly fell on the equipment and then slid to the ground, scaring the tuner next to him who was responsible for the main sound reinforcement. He sniffed the other person's breath and then screamed: "Ah! Someone is dead!"

The other two tuners showed a horrified expression for a moment, and even stopped working.

The agent heard something wrong and hurried over to check. Seeing someone lying on the ground, she thought the other person had a sudden illness, so she asked: "What happened to him? Did you call a doctor?"

"He, he died."

"What?!"

At the performance, the music and singing covered the screams in the backstage, and everyone didn't know that someone was dead for the time being. Some people who are more sensitive to music felt that the tuning effect in the backstage was getting worse, thinking that it was a mistake made by the staff, and didn't pay too much attention to it.

With his keen intuition about the case, Conan decided to go backstage to take a look. He thought that if it was just a simple mistake, it should be corrected soon, instead of letting it get worse.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm going to the bathroom." Conan leaned close to Mao Lilan's ear and Mao Lilan asked back:

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

"Then come back early. "

"Okay!"

Conan trotted to the door of the technical control room behind the audience. The door was open a crack, and he could see a person lying on the ground.

The agent walked around anxiously. She had just called the police, and the police said they would be here soon. Could the concert still go on? If the police came quietly, would it not affect the concert?

This was Mia's first concert in Japan, and she didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Oh, it's terrible. I don't know how much Mia's career will be affected; oh, poor tuner, he died at such a young age.

When she came back to her senses, she saw a child approaching the corpse:

"Wait! Don't get close to him, stay away from him!"

"This is homicide. Did you call the police?"

"Yes." The agent answered smoothly, and then continued, "Leave here first. This is not a place for children. "