Just a few minutes before the memorial service began, the congressman named Shigehiko Takashiki walked into the venue.

Journalists of all sizes were like sharks attracted by blood, rushing up and firmly surrounding Shigehiko Shige.

"Mr. Twist, there are rumors that you have accepted huge bribes. Is it true?"

"Are you investigated by the police?"

"Mr. Turquoise, it is said that the police have obtained evidence of your bribery. What do you think?"

"Mr. Swallowing..."

"Excuse me……"

"Swallowing MP..."

"Excuse me……"

The dense questions were as if they were deliberately breathless. Shigehiko's secretary finally arrived early and said loudly: "Everyone, the memorial service of the wine roll director is about to begin. If you have any questions, please wait until the memorial service is over before asking. Don't delay the normal process of the memorial service!"

This is why Shigehiko Tsukuu insisted on waiting for the memorial service to start soon, just to use the memorial service to evade those journalists who are as annoying as flies. Finally, after the memorial service was over, he slipped through the back door before that.

The memorial service was officially held, but the host above was chatting dutifully there, and it was unknown how many guests below were listening to him.

Wei Xinghu has already stared at the chairman of the automobile company named Xiansan of Shanshan. It is said that the old man in his seventies is an old man in the black organization. He will shoot and kill people today. His task is to play the slideshow and turn off the lights. He will kick the old man hard and be unable to take care of himself. As long as he doesn't kick to death, he can do so.

He didn't know how the Japanese policeman named Mizumatsu knew about this news, even including time and method. It didn't matter. Mizumatsu had never deceived him before, let alone an old man from Japan, kicked him.

Lin Dao was chatting and laughing among a group of guests, and did he scan the blonde female star with big waves? No matter how hard he looked, he didn't look like a person in his forties.

Conan stayed in the corner of the venue and looked around, thinking that he could just stare at Shigehiko Shige, but the figure beside Shigehiko, who always had a big hood and turned his back to him, and she had a strange sense of familiarity in the venue, and she was wearing a hat in the venue. It might be that Pisco, who was looking for an opportunity to assassinate Shigehiko Shigehiko; Haibara Ai lowered her head and said nothing, and her eyes were hanging on the floor. After entering the venue, she felt like she was stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Next, let's recall the director's proud work during his lifetime through a slide show!" As the host finished speaking, at least five people in the venue stared.

Darkness comes, and Yin Feng leaves his body.

When the venue was in darkness, Conan was the first person to panic. Although the slides were a faint source of light, it was not enough for him to see if anything happened in the venue. In an instant, things were out of his control.

Shigehiko Tengku looked around and saw that everyone around him was watching the slideshow but no one paid attention to him, so he asked his secretary to walk towards the dining table, as if he wanted to get a piece of snack.

Go to the left edge of the fourth dining table one meter, and wait for a piece of paper with your next step on it.

A few days ago, when he was in fear of the story, those people gave him this instruction.

Pisco felt that he was not old, at least his eyes were not old. With the help of the reflection of the slide, he saw Shigehiko Tsukura in the darkness that Shigehiko Tsukura had already been in the designated position. He raised his head and was confident that he could shoot and break the chains of fluorescent agent on the chandelier, causing the chandelier to fall and smash Shigehiko Tsukura's head directly below.

However, Wei Xinghu felt that he was old enough. As a killer, he would not even notice that he stared at him blatantly and viciously. If he had not trained, he should have some sense.

Since you haven't noticed it, it's not my fault. Seeing that he had already taken out his gun, Wei Xinghu raised his foot and kicked Yanshan Xiansan's waist.

This so-called Pisco is really dull enough. He only felt the attack when he was angry and his body. He was kicked away before he could react.

It was really kicked away, and it took five meters to the air, and it slipped for a meter to fall on the ground, and the pistol even came out of its hand.

Pisco, fell.

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PS: I seemed to have forgotten to update yesterday... I almost didn't update today if I was ten minutes later... I may not be able to update tomorrow...

The author may be a fake writer, but you may be reading fake books (T＿T)
Chapter completed!