Chapter 945 You Are Here for a Picnic (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

Boom!

Lightning like dead branches streaked across the sky, tearing apart the dense night veil and illuminating the earth like daylight.

After a while, the thunder finally reached the hotel. Listening to the artistic roar outside, Conan squirmed, lifted the black cloth covering his body, and raised his hand to scratch his butt.

Not only him, but even Makoto Sakaki and Kidd, who were in a corner with him not far away, also lifted the black cloth and took a sip of fresh air, looking like thieves.

They had been lying in ambush in the locker room for a full half an hour, and during this period, the door of the men's bathroom had never been completely closed.

Because there was no time to fill the sound insulation cotton, Conan, who was hiding in the corner, could even hear the sound of water coming from the women's bathroom next door, but unfortunately he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Otherwise

Conan would have popped his head out long ago, why wait until now?

"Are we here too early?"

A rustling sound came from the dark corner:

"It's only 11:30 now, and there's still more than half an hour before the plan starts. There are so many people in the bathroom, the criminal will definitely not choose this time to start!"

"The plan has already started."

While there was no one in the locker room, Sakaki Makoto rubbed his face and said with energy:

"The criminal will not only focus on Ishimoto Kyokichi. Before taking action, he will definitely pay attention to everyone entering and leaving the bathroom to prevent himself from falling into a trap."

"If I'm not mistaken."

"He should be staring at the bathroom door now."

Sakaki Makoto and the other two had a time difference. They knew in advance that the hotel would open another bathroom, so they rushed into the locker room before the peak bathing period. When the criminal reacted and paid attention to the bathroom.

There was no trace of Sakaki Makoto and the other two.

Just like the stock quotes on Financial Street, it is impossible for the news from the West Coast to reach the East Coast without 0 delay. Even optical fiber has a transmission time. Whoever can get the news of stock price increase or decrease before the competitors can buy and sell in advance, avoid risks, and make a lot of money.

Because the decoration has not been completed, the place where Makoto Sakaki and the other two lie is more like a rough house than a dressing room. The lighting tool is only a pitiful 60w light bulb.

The light bulb sizzles and flickers occasionally, obviously about to die. In the dim dressing room, there are only three faint breathing sounds one after another.

Ka La.

The sound of tearing open the packaging bag is particularly clear in the dark.

Snap, snap

Sakaki Makoto's ears moved, and he slowly turned his head, looking at the shadow next to him, and asked in confusion:

"Are you eating?"

"Potato chips, spicy crayfish flavor."

Kid answered vaguely:

"Although I don't like fish, crayfish-flavored potato chips are still delicious. Want some?"

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The corner of his mouth twitched, and Sakaki Makoto felt as if something was stuffed in his chest, stuffy and hot:

"Do you have a sense of crisis?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Even though he couldn't see the shadow clearly, Sakaki Makoto knew that Kidd must be gesticulating with him now, busy proving his innocence:

"I have never failed at a critical moment! Believe me!"

As he said that, Kidd reached out with two fingers, picked up another potato chip and put it in his mouth, his eyes firm, as if I am very reliable and a person who can do big things, just call me if you have any instructions.

Crunch, crunch, crunch

"Brother, can we stop eating?"

"I'm hungry"

"Didn't you finish two bowls of rice three hours ago?!"

"I only ate half of it!"

Kid argued:

"I accidentally knocked over the bowl when I was doing it, so I didn't eat enough."

"Bear with it, okay?"

"Oh"

In the darkness, the chewing sound disappeared.

Sakaki Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, put his ear to the floor, and listened carefully to the sounds in the corridor. As a result.

He didn't hear footsteps, but heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

Kala La

Someone flipped the wrapping paper again, this time his movements were much lighter, and he tiptoed for fear of making any noise.

After finally taking out the potato chips, Kid looked around quietly, feeling guilty, half lying on the ground, and opened his mouth with an "ah", holding the potato chips whole, without chewing, and kept holding them, ready to use the warmth of saliva to soften the hard and cold heart of the potato chips.

Gulp Gulp Gulp

Perhaps because of the salty potato chips, Kid took out a bottle of mineral water from his back, drank a few sips, took out a sausage, bit it open with a snap, and ate half of it in one bite, enjoying it.

"He eats so deliciously."

Conan, who was lying not far away, whispered.

"I've never seen him like this! He must have starved to death in his previous life!"

Just then

The guests who had just finished bathing walked out of the bath and walked into the locker room. Sakaki Makoto and the other two quickly shut up and held their breath.

After they left.

Crack, crack, crack, ton, ton.

With a long sigh in his heart, Sakaki Makoto suddenly felt very tired. He didn't want to care anymore, so he let Kid eat.

Kid didn't come to arrest people, he came to have an outing or destroy the mentality of his own people!

Half an hour passed in a flash, and it was 12 o'clock midnight.

The guests in the bathhouse left one after another. Because there were not many guests, the hotel waiters also left work early. They took a bath early and returned to the dormitory.

Tick. Tick.

The locker room was dead silent. The regular sound of dripping water came from the bathhouse. Makoto Sakaki and the other two covered themselves with black cloth again, lurked in the darkness, and waited patiently.

"Huh"

The drizzle of rain fell from the sky and hit the eaves.

Aohara Daisuke stood in the kitchen, looking through the small lattice window, observing the situation at the bathroom door while flicking the ashes into the sink.

No one held a grand banquet, nor did they have a midnight snack to celebrate. The chefs were cleaning and preparing to go home after get off work.

"Mr. Aohara, this is all I know. I'll tell you everything."

The young and handsome Anan, wearing a white chef's uniform, sat in front of Aohara Daisuke, feeling a little heavy.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Aohara Daisuke suddenly found him and said he wanted to ask him a few questions. After all, he was also a person related to the case and was on the police's suspect list. As a media, of course, he had to interview him.

Anan didn't know why the person who interviewed him was Aohara Daisuke. He knew that Aohara Daisuke was just a cameraman, and the interview should be the responsibility of Mizunashi Rena.

However, under the instigation of Aohara Daisuke, he still accepted the interview. The reason was very simple. He wanted to prove his son's innocence.

"Well, I wrote it all down."

Aohara Daisuke looked away from the window and said to Anan:

"Don't worry, the program team will report it truthfully. I believe Miss Aiko, she is not the criminal."

"It's great that you believe me!"

Anan breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly:

"I was right about you, Nichimizu TV is definitely an authoritative media!"

"Yeah."

With a smile, Aohara Daisuke put out his cigarette butt and put away the notebook he had scribbled on:

"It's getting late, let's stop here for the interview."