chapter110

All the lights in the exhibition hall dimmed.

This is a closed space, so there are no windows, and only darkness is left in the house, and there is no skylight.

"Call!!" someone shouted.

"Call the police now!!!"

People took out their cell phones, and a square screen was the first to light up in the darkness. When the man roared "There is no signal on the cell phone!!!", a harsh "Bang!" suddenly echoed between the empty walls.

A dazzling spark flashed through the air. The phone fell to the ground, flipped up and down for several times before returning to calm. The faint light of the screen shone upwards, and a face with a frozen expression appeared vaguely.

The man had already fallen to the ground, his eyes widened in surprise and anger, his mouth widened, but a charred blood cave appeared in the middle of his eyebrows. The bright red blood splashed all over the ground.

——He is dead.

The only light source in the dark attracted everyone's attention. People's eyes couldn't help but gathered towards their mobile phones, and the businessless face fell into their eyes.

The whole audience fell into a dead silence.

People's brains were empty for a moment, and they even forgot to breathe. After the broken thinking reconnected again, they truly realized what was going on here——

The short-term comfort is like an illusion of being broken, dissipating in an instant!

I don’t know who was the one in the crowd first burst into screams, and then everyone was caught in a wave of panic like a ball of ants;

"Call the police!!! Call the police!!!" Someone was crying.

"A man is dead! Someone was killed!! Call the police quickly, call the police quickly!!!"

A crisp childish voice sounded in the crowd immediately: "No! Don't turn on your phone! There is a gun!!!"

However, the boy's reminder was too late.

Along with a screen that lights up in the dark, another deafening "bang" came from a distance-

"Boom!" The body also fell to the ground.

Some people are crying, some are questioning, and some are begging—

When fear suddenly comes, few people can achieve true calmness.

Visitors pushed each other in the exhibition hall where they were unable to see each other. The shoulders collided with their shoulders, and the panicked footsteps were extremely chaotic.

"Let us out!!" In the darkness, someone found the metal gate at the entrance.

"Dongdongdongdong--" The man waved his arm vigorously and smashed the door.

"Come here!!! Help - is there anyone!!!"

Amid the mixed sounds after wave, Shizuki Kazumi carefully retreated backwards and temporarily escaped from the crowd around him—

Two people have died.

He suppressed his anger and forced himself to plan his next action rationally.

Although it only took a few minutes to come in, the terrain of the exhibition hall, including the nearby game facilities, has been quickly built in his mind. Parts, large or small, are combined in an orderly manner in the chaotic space, together with the sharp chassis.

The edges and corner details are also accurately reproduced.

There was only darkness left in his eyes, but he cleverly and flexibly dodged all the obstacles around him and leaned his back against the wall step by step.

"Is that person just now the representative of witch company?" His voice was covered by the horror of the crowd.

[Yes, but he has left the scene.] Respond to pop-up window.

[Move along the wall to the left, and you will find the abandoned ventilation ducts in the exhibition area.]

Jin Quansheng was about to move, but he caught a subtle sound among the countless noisy sounds: "Sir———"

A hot gas sprayed down from above, mixed with a little sweet and pungent gas lingering on the tip of his nose.

He cleared away the layers of memories, and after finding what exactly was that matched these characteristics, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"It's vaporized ethyl/ether!!!" He reminded: "Everyone - cover your mouth and nose!!!"

After this sentence, Jin Quansheng held his breath, but he still heard the sound of his body falling to the ground one after another.

[First find a way to leave here. As long as you find a place with a signal, contact the police immediately - Speed!!]

The pop-up instructions coincided with his thinking. Jin Quansheng walked quickly against the wall, exploring and identifying the hidden vents. Just when his fingers touched a gap that was obviously different from other areas, he Immediately lift my arm and pull it along the slight gap—

"Crack." The wall panel was torn off by him.

"Lan——!!" A familiar childish voice came from beside him.

"Lan!!! Cough cough, where are you!!!!"

The sound was getting closer and closer to him, and even hit him in his arms.

Izumi Tsuke couldn't see it, but he knew that the person who fell on him was Conan Edogawa.

"Hold your breath." He raised his hand and hugged the boy.

The clear male voice echoed in his ears, Conan Edogawa turned his head, and in the night vision mode of his glasses, Hitoshi Imaizumi's face was clear.

"Mr. Imaizumi?"

Conan Edogawa raised his head and glanced at the opening half a person wide above. He immediately understood the other person's intentions, so he kicked his legs anxiously and struggled: "Wait a minute - no! Lan!! Lan is still in the exhibition hall, she is still exist--"

"Look at the situation clearly and don't be reckless!" Jin Quansheng's voice suddenly became a few degrees colder.

He stuffed the boy into the vent without saying a word: "If we don't find a way to pass the message out, no one can come to save your sister Xiaolan - the concentration of ethyl/ether is getting higher and higher here, don't mess around. !!”

After confirming that Conan Edogawa had climbed in, Tsune Imaizumi grabbed the edge of the pipe entrance and stepped on the wall's legs to exert force. He jumped into the air and climbed into the ventilation duct full of dust and rust in the dark.

The inside of the pipe was narrow and narrow, and Jin Quan fell down and was forced to crawl forward.

"Conan." He lowered his voice ahead.

"Yes." The boy's voice was muffled, as if he was holding his anger.

But reason prevailed, Conan Edogawa understood that Imaizumi's decision was correct, and the current situation did not allow him to have excessive emotional fluctuations.

Lan is in danger.

Escape from here and finding a signaled place to notify the police is the top priority!

"Do your glasses have night vision?" Jin Izumi asked directly from behind.

Conan Edogawa was a little surprised how this person knew, but he didn't have time to ask questions and responded immediately: "Yes."

"Change your phone and use your phone to illuminate it." Jin Quansheng said, "The night vision mode of the glasses is used when necessary, turn it off and retain power. This channel is too narrow, and we can't change the position for the time being. Please check it out first. On the road, we will change our locations when there will be a fork in the road - thank you for your hard work."

The boy lying in front was stunned.

At this moment, he clearly realized that Jin Quansheng was indeed a police officer, and he was probably the role of commanding everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department and deploying troops.

He is good at giving orders from the most reasonable perspective, and his rationality is above everything else, and his words are indescribable. Conan Edogawa's first reaction is to follow the other party.

"Okay." Conan Edogawa immediately turned off the night vision mode of his glasses, took out his cell phone, and turned on the flashlight mode.

The small figure crawled in the front fearlessly, and Jin Quansheng followed closely behind, and soon they encountered the first fork in the road.

"Conan, let me go to the front." Izumisheng pulled the boy's clothes.

...

"Ba——" the lights in the exhibition area lit up again.

The shiny black leather shoes moved rhythmically on the ground, slapped the tiled floor happily like a tap dance, and a German man in a suit came in humming a light tune.

Nanhiko Nishizawa, the representative of witch company, stopped, stood at one end of the exhibition hall, and looked around to the other side-

I saw a "corpse everywhere" in front of me.

A body that has lost consciousness, either men or women, old or young, collapses to the ground in various positions.

He witnessed these people, as if he was appreciating a great performance art, his eyes emitting an excitement.

"One." His eyes wandered to the person closest to him.

"Two, three..." He began to move towards the crowd.

“…”

"...Sixty-seven." When he counted the last person, the corner of Nishizawa's mouth suddenly fell.

"Wait a minute." He turned around and called in German to the people standing behind him, wearing masks and protective eyes, in uniform black uniforms.

"Three people are missing." Nishizawa Nanguang's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp.

Those people were dragging the sleeping visitors to a transport truck not far away, as if they were going to transport them to a certain place. After hearing the words of Nankō Nishizawa, they immediately began to search the interior of the exhibition hall.

Finally, someone found a vent barrier plate that would fall off after pulling it.

The wall panel was obviously damaged - just not long ago.

Nishize Nanguang walked towards the vent and looked up at the dark corridor.

"Give me the computer." He stretched out his hand to a subordinate standing behind him.

The other party handed him a thin tablet computer, and above the screen, a photo of the seventy guests in the invitation letter. He didn't even compare with the people on the ground, and quickly circled out three photos.
To be continued...