Groups of people walked the streets, picking up a variety of delicious snacks from the open stalls.

"It's delicious!" Motota tore the squid off the wooden skewer with his teeth and bit it into his mouth, slurring his words.

"And it seems to be a discount," said Dr. Asasa as he munched on the baked potato wedges. "I guess it's to make a name for myself, right?"

"After all, this is a very meaningful festival," Qian Yu said as she took a piece of roast lamb off the skewer and swallowed it. "It's said that there will be big people coming here."

"Big shots?" Mitsuhiko thought for a moment, then asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Since you said the same thing, it seems that I really remember correctly," Conan replied. "This is Nagisa-sen's hometown."

"Councillor?" Yuan Tai said confusedly. "What's that?"

"Meat Eater." Chiba replied. (Meat-eaters, representing the power class.) From "Cao Di's Polemics")

"Huh?" Yuan Tai was confused.

"He is a member of the Japanese Diet, which holds the highest power in Japan, and he is the most senior group of people in the whole country." Chiba threw the sticks in the trash and replied.

"The supreme power, isn't he the prime minister?" Ayumi wondered.

"The prime minister is only the head of the majority party, so he can be elected to the position of prime minister, and he is equal to the parliamentarians." Qian Yu smiled slightly and said. "Theoretically, the highest power in Japan is the Diet as a whole, and Mr. Nagisa is one of those who share that power. So there's nothing wrong with calling him that. ”

"Although it can be said that the councillor has a certain amount of power," the voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Qian Yu. "But in the same way, parliamentarians must live up to the country, live up to the people, and work hard for everyone at all times."

“？” Qian Yu looked behind him, only to see a middle-aged man in a kimono looking at them with a kind face - although it was a kind expression, but the face would indeed make everyone who was not preconceived by the kind expression feel that he was not angry and arrogant.

"Uncle," Motota hadn't realized what the middle-aged man's courage represented. "Who are you?"

"Me?" The middle-aged man's kind expression remained unchanged. "I'm what you just discussed, Nagisa Councilor."

Qian Yu and the others looked at each other, and the small vendors on the side were already boiling - if such a celebrity could appreciate his stall, he would definitely get a great reputation.

"Mr. Councilor, please come and eat my takoyaki here!"

"Mr. Councilor, come and try my kebabs!"

"Your Excellency, please enjoy the small rice balls!"

"Hello, Mr. Councillor." Qian Yu recovered from his stunned and hurriedly bowed slightly and saluted Councilor Nagisa.

"There's no need to be so rigid about etiquette," Councilor Nagisa squatted down and touched Chiha's little head. "With me, I don't need these politenesses. Then I still have something to do, I'll go first. ”

"Goodbye, Uncle Councilor!" by Mitsuhiko Mototaibu.

“。。。” Chiba's expression changed from respectful to contemplative.

I always feel like I'm missing something... What's missing?

。。。

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already in the middle of the sky.

Alone, Thousand Feathers stood in front of a goldfish stall.

After a short time after the group walked around, Chiba separated from the others because he wanted to go to his favorite stall, so now he was strolling around the festival as much as he wanted.

In the blurred vision, which was focused on eating the meat skewers in his hand and not focused, something familiar quietly floated by.

“？” Qian Yu looked around, looking for the source of his sense of déjà vu.

Something that makes me feel déjà vu ... No matter how you think about it, it shouldn't be a good thing ... What is it?

Chiba threw the wooden skewer into the trash can beside her and disappeared into the crowd.

Come on, let me see if I didn't have a false alarm.

。。。

In a certain room, two people were sitting on two chairs, chatting.

"Someone asked me to make sure, are the pig's ears stewed?" Serious male voice.

"Don't worry, it's done." Lazy female voice. "I'm completely sure I'm in control. It's really not good, I can hack into that garbage statistics system at any time, and hold everything. ”

"Then you're up for you." The man was about to stand up, but suddenly remembered something and took out a cloth bag from his waist bag. "I've already sent you the equipment you've been maintained."

"Finally got it back," the woman asked, opening the cloth bag. "But what the hell is going on with this one? Is the maintenance of newcomers so slow? At a normal rate, you should have brought it back the last time you contacted you, or did you forget to bring it last time? ”

"This is a newcomer who is newer than a newcomer." The man said apologetically. "Just about a month ago, the new gunsmith you know was dead in a fire, so we were forced to use a new gunsmith, which was a lot of delay."

"No bones?" The woman opened the cloth bag and took out a brand new scope from inside. "The new scope... This gunsmith is still a little worse than the previous one, and the scope is still standard, so I will be very unaccustomed to using it. ”

"In the midst of a fire," the man explained, somewhat embarrassed. "The data is all corrupted, so the new gunsmith doesn't have any data about your body, so there's no way to make corrections to the scope based on your body."

"Did that guy have the stuff with you?" The woman asked with a frown. "Or is it the organization's workplace on fire?"

"Workplace... The man replied. "Not only was the place on fire, but it was also taken off by the strips."

"Nonsense," the woman said speechlessly. "It's on fire, and the strip will definitely come over!"

"But," the man said, after a moment's hesitation. "The fire was completely inside the building, and you can't see it from the outside!"

"Oh?" A twinkle flashed in the woman's eyes. "So, what other instructions did you bring with you?"

"You really understand people," the man replied with a smile. "After this, any non-mission meetings with members of the Department must be reported, otherwise they will be treated as traitors if discovered."

"I see." The woman returned to her languid demeanor. "Anyway, I stay in this mountain village, and I don't have anyone to contact."

"Okay," the man got up, ready to leave. "Then I'm leaving."

。。。

After searching for more than twenty minutes, Qianyu gave up searching. "What the hell was I thinking... Just to put so much effort into a premonition without warning ... ”

Just as Qianyu was laughing at herself, her eyes involuntarily locked on a man who was in a hurry! At the first glance, Qian Yu confirmed that this was the man who brought him a sense of déjà vu before!

On his chest, a white cross stood out—a white cross that was different from a normal cross, but a cross that had the four corners torn off.

This kind of cross, Chiba has seen it before-when the weapons to be maintained by high-ranking members of the Kanto region are delivered, the people who send these weapons will wear such a cross - this cross is not a big road commodity that can be found everywhere, but a delivery token made by Chiba himself after becoming a gunsmith! This is the only one in the world!

This man is a member of the organization!