Chapter 552: Boss, Stop Smoking, the Car Is Going to Catch Fire (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

At 4:30 pm, the Volga GAZ car arrived at the Cupido Hotel in advance.

There were still 30 minutes left before the memorial service started. Sakaki Makoto and Gin were not in a hurry to get out of the car. They rolled down half of the car windows and puffed out smoke. The car was like a fairyland.

After a while.

"Brother, stop smoking."

Sakaki said in a deep voice:

"Our place is almost like the floor of heaven."

"Those who didn't know better thought the car was on fire."

Hearing this, Gin was startled for a moment and silently put out his cigarette.

Chianti and Cohen divided their troops into two groups, climbed onto the high-rise buildings on both sides of the Cupido Hotel, set up sniper rifles, and communicated by radio.

As 5 o'clock approaches, more and more cars drive into the downstairs of the hotel, and the waiter comes to open the door. The guests will put the silk gold used for the ceremony in a white envelope, write the word "Dian", and hand it with their own hands. Give it to the relatives of the deceased, sign your name on the visitor's book, and receive handkerchiefs of different colors.

Just like Pisk said, it seems that he really has his own way.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Gin took out an invitation card and silk gold that had been prepared in advance and threw it to Sakaki:

"Go ahead. If there is a risk of exposure, don't force it. Ensure your own safety first."

"good."

Sakaki's heart warmed.

Gin's words have been made very clear.

Under special circumstances, Pisk can be abandoned.

In the boss's mind, the importance of his younger brother is undoubtedly much higher than that of Pisk.

Sakaki got out of the car and stood in front of the Aipido Hotel. He straightened his clothes and stepped forward.

"This guest, do you have an invitation?"

The waiter at the door asked with a smile.

Although the smile was kind, if Sakaki Cheng couldn't come up with the invitation, the other party would politely ask him to leave with the indifference of someone who would refuse someone thousands of miles away.

Just when Sakaki held his hand in his arms and prepared to take out the invitation

"Brother Sakaki Makoto?"

this voice

It's a bit familiar.

Sakaki's lips twitched and he started laughing before he even turned around:

"Mumu Police Department, what a coincidence, you come to participate."

He glanced at the billboard next to him:

"Oh, it's the funeral of the great director Sake Roll."

Mu Mu Thirteen: "."

He knew Sakaki's habits very well.

If you have nothing to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall. I will stroke your hair when I go to the hall.

At a funeral like this, especially with that little look in his eyes just now, it was obvious that he didn't even know who he was.

Um.

He probably accepted someone's commission.

"We are here to investigate Congressman Tonko Shigehiro."

With a full and round belly, Mumu Shisan asked suspiciously:

"Brother Sakaki, you are here tonight"

"Isn't it true that you're here just to swallow Chongyan?"

According to the intelligence received by the Search Section 1, Tonkou Shigehiko may be suspected of corruption and bribery, and is involved in several previous murder cases, so the Thirteenth Eye was dispatched.

"That's right."

Sakaki nodded solemnly:

"Someone entrusted me to investigate Tunkou Zhongyan, but he has always been reclusive and his traces are uncertain."

"I had to come to the memorial service."

"That's great!"

Eyes brightened, Mu Mu Shisan said enthusiastically:

"With Brother Sakaki here, we can definitely interrogate and get to the bottom of it!"

"When the time comes, not only will your commission be completed, but the Metropolitan Police Department will also have an explanation!"

"Quick, let's go in!"

With the intervention of the police, the waiter naturally did not dare to stop him and moved out of the way. Sakaki and his party entered the hotel without any hindrance.

The memorial service was held in the banquet hall, and many people lined up at the door.

There is no need for the police to take ordinary steps when handling cases.

Mumu Shisan led Takagi Wataru and other criminal policemen and directly opened the door of the banquet hall.

In the noisy banquet hall, people in suits and leather shoes were chatting and laughing, as if they were not attending a funeral but attending some social club.

At the memorial platform surrounded by chrysanthemums, there is a black and white photo that is two meters high and mounted in a frame. The photo shows an old man wearing a peaked cap with a clear voice.

Akira Sakemaki was a well-known director who played an important role in the Japanese Film Festival, and the guests invited to his funeral were of unusual status.

A female writer who won the Naoki Prize, the boss behind a professional baseball team, a popular American star, a director of an automobile group, Conan, and Hattori Heiji.

Um? !

Taking off his sunglasses, Sakaki rubbed his eyes.

Are you dazzled?

There seemed to be something strange mixed into the conference hall.

The super-popular American celebrities and chairman of the automobile group were naturally Belmode and Pisk. Everyone had seen them before, and Sakaki recognized them at a glance.

but.

What the hell are Conan and Hattori Heiji hiding behind the table and looking around?

How did they get in?

Don't you need an invitation when entering?

Countless doubts filled my heart.

Mumu Thirteen did not observe as carefully as he did. He walked directly in front of a white-faced and beardless middle-aged man who was slowly surrounded by reporters and looked a little nervous. He showed his ID:

"Mr. Tunkou, I am the Police Department of the Investigation Section 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department, No. 13."

"We at the Metropolitan Police Department suspect that you are related to the murder case. Please cooperate with our investigation."

"No problem, no problem."

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, he swallowed and said with a smile:

"I will definitely cooperate with your work, but before I leave with you."

"Please allow me to attend this funeral. Director Shumaki has been my friend for many years. I should express my condolences to him both emotionally and logically."

The memorial service started at 5 o'clock and ended at 8 o'clock. Megure Jusan looked at the time and nodded lightly:

"Okay."

"But we have limited time. Please come back to the police station with us immediately after you finish your condolences."

After speaking, Megure Jusan winked, and Takagi Wataru and other detectives immediately dispersed, guarding the entrances everywhere, keeping a close eye on Shigehiko Tsugakuchi to prevent him from escaping in the chaos.

With a rare breathing time, Shigehiko Tsugakuchi drank a glass of red wine, looked at his watch from time to time, and tiptoed, as if waiting for someone.

The three secretly exchanged glances, Vermouth and Pisco continued to socialize, and Makoto Sakaki quietly came behind Conan and Hattori Heiji.

"I said Kudo, are you sure that the blonde woman came here?"

"Absolutely true!"

Conan shouted:

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"What did you see?"

"The blonde woman who walked out of my dad's room."

Suddenly, Conan's scalp was numb.

He slowly turned his head.

"Why are you here?!"

"I should be the one asking you this!"

Sakaki Makoto punched him on the top of his head and said angrily:

"Are you going to die?"

"Get out of here!"

Outside the door are Gin, Chianti, and Cohen, and in the conference room are Vermouth and Pisco.

No matter how you look at it.

Conan and Hattori Heiji have fallen into the tiger's mouth.

Luckily, the tiger hasn't noticed them yet, and it's still time to get out.

"My godmother brought us in with great difficulty, and we can't waste this opportunity!"

Conan covered his head and said aggrievedly:

"I must catch the blonde woman coming out of my dad's room!"