"What?" Officer Twilight looked at Kogoro Mori with a look of surprise on his face. "How could it be ......?"

"That's just the way it is," Mori Kogoro nodded solemnly. "The bomb is detonating, and we and everyone here are on the line for our lives."

"So what should we do now?" Officer Twilight's brows were already knit together. "I want to think about ......"

"Let's let the kids take a look first," Mori Kogoro suggested. "If it's a child, it's easy for the other person to let their guard down, isn't it? After all...... He shouldn't have known that we knew everything, right? ”

"Anyway, he shouldn't notice that you left the seat, right?" Officer Twilight suddenly remembered the incident. "In case he notices your anomaly leaving the table......"

"The audience area was very dark, and Mr. Spectrum and Mr. Spectrum were not sitting near us - it should be in their official staff box - that box was under the platform we were on, and we couldn't see the platform we were on from that angle."

"In that case, let Conan give it a try - but our men will follow Conan and make sure he's safe."

……

Fifteen minutes later, in a closed box.

"......" held a small glass of red wine, and the composer put his other hand in his pocket, quietly watching the performance on stage.

The timbre of the organ is very standard, all the notes are very harmonious, and they match the tone of Chigusa Lara perfectly.

"Really......" he muttered softly with a very subtle expression.

Behind him, the doorknob of the box was turned, but it could not be opened, apparently locked in advance.

"Who?" The composer turned his head, and he didn't seem to have a particularly surprised expression. "I'm a scorer, what's the matter?"

"Spectrum and grandpa, I'm Conan, I'm lost, can you take me to find my way back?"

Conan? The child that Maori Kogoro brought?

"......" and the craftsman immediately drew a map of the entire concert hall hall in his mind - Conan and they were located should be the second-floor seating area on the right that had been arranged for Maori Kogoro and his party before, and the stairs there were almost next to the bathroom, and it was impossible for normal people to find their way back in this kind of fool-level wayfinding work.

But, it's a little kid...... Nothing is impossible for such a small child.

Conan is really lost, which is certainly not a completely impossible thing in the eyes of the scorer and craftsman. But the problem is that Scoremaker doesn't want to just walk out and show Conan the way—otherwise he wouldn't have locked the door.

"Spectrum and grandpa?" Conan outside the door seemed to be in a hurry. "I really can't find my way back, can you take me back!"

"I still have something to do here, so I can't accompany you personally, I can call the staff and ask them to come here and take you back." After thinking about it, Spectrum and Craftsman stood up and picked up the telephone - he had cut off the external network cable of the landline before, but the internal line function was still retained.

With that, he walked over to the phone, put down the glass and picked it up with the hand that had been holding the glass, and the hand that had been in his pocket also stretched out, and after a small square with a conspicuous red button was placed on the table, he was about to press the phone number—

Immediately after, he suddenly noticed that the small square in front of him suddenly flew out, and almost immediately disappeared into the rather dim space due to the complete lack of indoor lighting. Almost at the same time, there was a crisp thud in his ears and the sound of plastic cubes falling on the stalls.

“！？” Before he could react to what was going on, he heard a deafening crash.

The doorknob of the locked door flew out of the door before the composer could switch focus.

Then, the doorknob fell to the ground, only to be swept aside by the sudden slamming open door.

"Don't move!" In the midst of such warnings, Officer Sato and Officer Takagi pointed their pistols at the unprepared Spectrum and Craftsman.

"You ......" The composer and the craftsman were stunned for a moment, but then they seemed quite calm. Anyway, I thought you'd have these new toys...... Or, when you really think of me, my advance defenses are still quite fragile. ”

"Grandpa Puhe, why did you commit all these things?" Sighing, Conan walked into the room. "If killing those four people is also untenable, but at least a normal person can think of a revenge drama, what is the purpose of blowing up the entire concert hall this time?"

"Oh, revenge?" Spectrum and craftsman narrowed his eyes slightly. "You...... How many things do you know? ”

"It's still a guess - until you compare your photo with the photo of Hikaru Soma Hikaru and her son, everything is just speculation...... I've heard from Officer Takagi that your license plate number is 'Shinjuku 501つ38-83', right? ”

"That's right." The expression of the composer and the craftsman stretched slightly. "I see...... I thought there would be very few people who could connect these two things, but I didn't expect to be discovered by a child like you......"

"Yes, Mr. Hikaru Soma, born on August 3, 1963, that is, August 3, Showa 38, 38-83. That's why you chose your numbers when you first chose them, right? ”

"That's right." Spectrum and craftsman nodded. "The matter of Xiaoguang...... By accident, I couldn't leave my newlywed wife behind, so ...... It's really a trick. ”

"So, since it's a newlywed wife, why do you choose to cheat?" Conan asked rhetorically. "Fidelity to marriage should be ......"

"Before my wife got married, I just broke up with her and was dating Xiaoguang's mother." Just when Conan was about to guide the scorer to admit his moral mistakes, the scorer's words left him a little speechless.

"Huh?" Conan was completely stunned by this time.

"Yes, I was going to marry Xiaoguang's biological mother at that time, and at that time, in my eyes, the late Neiko was just a passerby in my life, nothing more." When he said this, the expression of the composer and the craftsman was very helpless. "But...... Just as we were getting married, she told me that she was pregnant and that it was my baby. ”

——

I really want to complain, but in the original book, the composer and the craftsman even expressed their confusion about Conan's appearance...... A curator doesn't know his concert hall has a rooftop?