Chapter 924: The Self-cultivation of a Pretender

"Ran, Fujino-senpai!"

Sonoko's voice suddenly came, and everyone looked and saw a Harley motorcycle driving on the deserted and blocked street. She was sitting in the extra single cockpit suspended from the motorcycle ridden by Suzuki Jirokichi, hugging her. The big dog holding 'Lupine' was waving to everyone.

Fujino turned his face away subconsciously: "..."

Yuanzi's symptoms of social terrorism are getting more and more serious.

There were at least several thousand people surrounding both sides of the street, and they were so attracted by it, waving and shouting, that they came over?

Sonoko took off his helmet, jumped off the motorcycle, and asked Fujino, "Is that guy, senior Kaitou Kid, here?"

"For now... not yet."

Fujino felt his scalp tingling as he felt the sights coming from around him.

Yuanzi frowned when he heard this: "Well, I still plan to watch you capture that guy alive, senior."

Fujino: "..."

That may disappoint you!

Is it possible that I and that guy are actually in the same group?

"Hello!"

Nakamori Ginzo noticed the high-profile appearance of Suzuki's uncle and nephew here, and ran over to Suzuki Jirokichi and asked dissatisfiedly: "What's going on with the helicopters in the sky? The police helicopters they interfered with can't take off!"

"This is all in preparation for filming my autobiographical film."

Suzuki Jirokichi didn't care, and glanced at a black unmarked truck next to the museum: "All the helicopter footage will be transmitted to that broadcast truck, which is much more efficient than your police."

As he said that, he also said to Yuanzi and everyone: "You are all here, why can't you just stay outside the blockade and go inside the broadcast truck to take a look?"

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Everyone followed Suzuki Jirokichi into the broadcast truck.

In the broadcast truck, many large screens are hung on the walls of the truck, and the staff sit in front of the monitors and monitor the images above.

Hattori Heiji glanced at it and couldn't help but complain: "Compared to the broadcast truck, old man, what you have prepared is more like a combat conference room, right?"

"You charcoal boy is very discerning!"

"Hei...hei charcoal boy?"

"That's right!"

Conan smiled: "Hattori-nii is very dark!"

Fujino glanced at Hattori Heiji and nodded silently: "Indeed."

"You guys..." Hattori Heiji's eyebrows twitched when he heard this.

By the way, why do you all like to make excuses about my skin color?

Black lives matter, okay? !

After getting rid of the entanglement of reporters, the white horse detective who followed him glanced at a certain black chicken and secretly sighed in his heart: 'Fortunately, I am white and my name is also white horse, otherwise I would have been persecuted like this. ’

"..."

Nakamori Ginzo did not pay attention to the high school detectives, but asked Suzuki Jirokichi in confusion: "Are the pictures here all from a helicopter?"

"Of course not."

Suzuki Jirokichi explained in a deep voice: "Except for the footage from the helicopter, there are also footage from more than a hundred cameras in the museum. If anything, it can indeed be regarded as a mobile combat conference room."

"Mobile combat conference room?"

Nakamori Ginzo showed his dead eyes. His dissatisfaction with the old man just now was completely gone with these professional equipment.

Speaking of efficiency, their efficiency is indeed high...

Damn it, if I had such a set of configurations, would Kidd still be able to catch me?

Thinking of this, Zhongsen felt envious.

Fujino glanced at Nakamori, who was almost crying, and felt helpless.

Nakamori can mobilize a lot of resources in the Metropolitan Police Department. After all, he is arresting an international-level thief. Needless to say, the importance is...

Just needing money to upgrade equipment is impossible.

There are a lot of little red deer in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the equipment and other equipment are also ready-made. You can use them as you like, but you have to pay for it...

All I can say is that no matter where the leader is, it is impossible to talk about money!

Nakamori Ginzo glanced at it enviously, and suddenly noticed a blind spot: "By the way, your museum doesn't have manpower arranged internally?"

"Of course not."

Suzuki Jiro Yoshiki said: "Kaitou Kid's disguise technique is just about disguise. As long as there is no one in the museum, wouldn't he not be able to disguise himself?"

"As long as he appears in the museum, I will directly seal the steel door of the museum and trap him to death inside!"

"But we have to wait for him to come over for details. After all, he said in the notice letter that he would stroll over to take away the miracle of the sea."

"I want to see how he walks!"

Fujino knew what walking was all about. He glanced at the monitor and reminded: "Speaking of which, if you want to see what walking is, I guess we will see it soon..."

"Here comes the guy."

"Um?"

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"Master, we've almost arrived at our destination!"

"I'll trouble you about the next thing, Mr. Terai!"

On a helicopter hovering in the sky, Kuroba Kaito responded to Terai Kinosuke who was driving the helicopter, dropped a thin steel cable with a hook, and fixed it to the roof wall of one of the buildings. Edge, then grabbed a bag and jumped out of the helicopter.

"Lord Kidd!"

The moment the white figure appeared in the dark night sky, rhythmic cheers of support burst out around.

As a pretentious person, Kuroba Kaito looked at the crowd below with satisfaction, circled in the air, and then landed on the building on the other side to fix the steel cable.

"Finally checked... the cloak is OK, the player is OK, and the fixing device is OK!"

Kuroba Kaito took out all his tools, searched for them, and then put on the black cloak, looking down at his image:

"Black and other things can indeed hide yourself under the cover of the night."

"Because I am an assassin, I have to be secretive?"

"I am quite like Fujino now..."

Muttering, he stood up, climbed up the parapet of the parapet, jumped down from it, and took out a smoke bomb similar to a steel pipe.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion sounded.

Kaito Kid appeared in the sky in front of the museum street.

As a qualified pretender, Kuroba Kaito upholds the self-cultivation of a pretender.

He threw away his black cloak in the smoke, and then waved his cloak when the smoke dissipated, posing a cool pose with his hands in his pockets.

After a brief moment of silence, after enjoying the cheers of the crowd below, he opened his hands and broadcast the sound from the button microphone on his collar through the small loudspeaker installed on his body:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please open your eyes and see the miracle I created the night before I took action!"

"..."

Fujino looked at Kuroba Kaito on the monitor with dead fish eyes.

He knew that Kuroba Kaito's loudspeaker was the same as Conan's, and it could be said that it was made by the same person, Terai Huangzhisuke, who recently purchased it from Dr. Agasa.

But the effect of using it...

Let's say, it was originally used for Conan to pretend to be Maori Kogoro remotely and act like a ghost, but how come it is just used for showing off in your hands?

Fujino complained silently in his heart, and subconsciously touched the necklace on his neck.

I really want to rush up and chop this pretentious guy twice!