Chapter 90
A white veil was draped over the bride’s head, its long train falling behind her shoulders. A hand carefully smoothed out the wrinkles in the veil, fluffing it up.
Christine secretly sized up the dark-haired girl who was helping her with her veil in the mirror.
To match the theme of the wedding, the girl, who had always regarded black clothes as her clan’s uniform and support color, had rarely worn a pure white dress.
“I didn’t expect Teacher An’an to actually agree to be my bridesmaid,” Christine said. “I really liked that wedding gift.”
Then you have very good taste, Fan An thought, praising her while taking the waist accessory from the stylist. “Put this on now. Arms up.”
Christine raised her arms as she was told.
The wedding dress was heavy and intricate. The layered tutu skirt made adding accessories particularly troublesome. And to maintain a uniform color scheme, the bride was all in white. Fan An felt as if she were putting together a pure white hell, her eyes almost going blurry.
Her: I still prefer a colorful black.
“Raise your arms a little higher,” the dark-haired girl instructed. “Can you raise them above your head?”
“I’m sorry,” Christine said with a sad expression. “My right shoulder has a sequela from a car accident three years ago. I can’t lift it.”
To bring up the bride’s sad story on her wedding day. Fan An quickly comforted her. It’s okay, it’s okay. Isn’t it just a pure white hell? A true strong person is not afraid of difficulties.
Finally, the bride’s makeup and styling were done. Fan An and the stylist both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are the bride and bridesmaid ready? We’re running out of time,” Sato Miwako came to the bride’s dressing room to rush them. “Inspector Megure has upgraded the security measures. Everyone entering the hall has to go through a security check.”
Christine was surprised. “Is it that strict? Isn’t that making a mountain out of a molehill?”
It wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill at all. Sato spoke with facts. “There was almost an accident during the drill. A guest brought a whole set of knives.”
Suspect An: You might as well just call me out by name.
“Just walk through this door,” Sato said, introducing the new equipment at the wedding venue. “The police have installed a metal detector. It will beep a warning when a carrier approaches.”
Beep, beep!
Mouri Kogoro, who had been stopped, said, “Ah, me?”
“I’m not carrying any metal,” he said, emptying his pockets. His keys, wallet, and lighter were all placed to the side.
Mouri Kogoro’s pockets were empty, but the metal detector was beeping wildly.
Sato: “Ahem, but it seems there’s a problem with the metal detector.”
They switched to a manual security check. Takagi Wataru scanned Mouri Kogoro’s entire body with a metal detector. The instrument was pressed against the great detective’s neck, and the red light stayed on.
Takagi: “Uh, is the metal detector broken too?”
Edogawa Conan’s toes curled in embarrassment. “Maybe so. Precision instruments are easily damaged.”
He didn’t know anything. He hadn’t done anything.jpg
Mouri Kogoro was the one who was going to give a speech at the wedding. The First Division couldn’t possibly keep him outside. The uncle walked in with a puzzled expression.
Next was Christine’s turn.
The dark-haired girl stood behind her, helping to hold the train of her wedding dress. The bride slowly walked into the security gate.
Beep, beep!
The metal detector let out a harsh sound.
Suspect An raised her hands. “I didn’t bring a knife today. I really didn’t. I didn’t even bring my most beloved boning knife.”
The police officers around her had a “do you think I’ll believe you?” look in their eyes.
Suspect An: How tragic. There is a tragic, thick barrier between us.
Where has the trust between people gone?!
“The metal detector might really be malfunctioning,” Christine came to An’an’s rescue and said considerately, “How can a wedding be without a bridesmaid? It’s getting late. Let’s go in first.”
That’s right. Inspector Megure called for them to be let through.
Christine breathed a sigh of relief. “I hope everything goes smoothly today.”
“It will,” An’an said, looking up at the beautiful and dreamlike hall and the groom and best man waiting at the end.
Furuya Rei, dressed in a white suit, saw his lover at a glance.
The hem of her pure white dress bloomed like a flower. Her long, black hair fell to her chest. The girl’s eyes were lit up by the dazzling crystal chandelier in the hall. She seemed to be curious and smiled lightly.
“I’m so nervous,” the former Superintendent Muranaka said in a small voice to his best man. “She’s so beautiful today.”
Furuya nodded in deep agreement. “I think so too.”
The former Superintendent Muranaka: “Huh? Are you complimenting my wife?”
Furuya coughed. “Sorry, we’re not talking about the same person. I was complimenting my… girlfriend.”
He swallowed the more intimate term.
But the former Superintendent Muranaka had heard the unnatural pause in the blond Public Security officer’s words. He was a little embarrassed, but couldn’t help but want to show off. “Are you envious of me?”
Furuya: What a punchable tone.
“It’s not easy to get to this point,” the former Superintendent Muranaka said with a sigh. “You have to give a lot of love, and you’ll get a lot of love in return.”
“The most important thing is to make a promise and have the courage and confidence to commit for a lifetime,” he said seriously. “You can’t let a girl wait for too long.”
The senior’s heartfelt words. Furuya listened quietly.
“Former Superintendent Muranaka,” he said in a low voice. “You’re right, but you forgot one thing.”
“An important promise should be reserved for a worthy person,” Furuya said, looking at the approaching bride. “Not for a former Superintendent to be played for a fool by an internationally wanted criminal.”
The former Superintendent Muranaka thought he had misheard. “What?”
Click.
The sound of a bullet being loaded.
The hall doors slammed shut. The entire First Division raised their guns and aimed at the former Superintendent Muranaka—at the bride behind him.
“Hands up!”
The former Superintendent Muranaka was stunned. He was at a loss. “What are you doing? Is this a wedding prank?”
He was the only one who was out of the loop. Hiromitsu, who had been hidden in the darkness, came out and pointed his gun at Christine. “Put your hands up.”
“She can’t raise her hands!” the former Superintendent Muranaka defended his fiancée. “Her right shoulder has a sequela from a car accident three years ago. She can’t lift it!”
Hiromitsu: “Is that so? Look at my gun.”
The model of the gun in his hand was a little old. The former Superintendent Muranaka didn’t see anything, but Christine’s breathing suddenly became ragged.
“Does it look familiar?” Furuya said lightly. “Hiro specially prepared it for you. The bullet that hit your right shoulder three years ago, is it still aching now?”
“The metal detector wasn’t broken,” Sato said sternly. “Stop acting. Christine—no, Plamya!”
The name that was called out echoed in the hall. For a moment, the scene was frighteningly quiet.
“Hehe…” The bride’s shoulders trembled. She laughed until her whole body was shaking. She threw her head back and laughed. “Hahahahaha!”
Her gentle and soft temperament receded like a tide. What emerged from the sea was the viciousness and coldness of an internationally wanted criminal.
“I’ve been discovered,” Plamya said, full of hostility. “I had a guess when the wedding security became exceptionally strict. As expected, I was discovered.”
“Not really,” the culprit, Miss An, had to clarify this point. “That was my fault. Of course, you can take the blame if you want.”
Plamya hated Furuya and Hiromitsu, who had made her taste defeat, but she was not as angry at An’an.
It’s unknown if it was because she was attracted to her villain specialist temperament, or if An’an’s wedding gift had really won her heart. Plamya looked at her and said with some regret, “I should have brought that set of knives.”
“To kill your boyfriend with the knife you gave me would be an exceptionally good effect.”
The dark-haired girl in the pure white dress lifted her eyelids and glanced at Plamya.
“Don’t challenge my profession with your hobby,” she said calmly. “You can try and see the consequences of triggering my specialty.”
The sharp and keen boning knife was lying quietly on the kitchen cutting board. Plamya had no idea how much effort Furuya had put in to make An’an give up her bloody idea of “first, scald and remove the hair with boiling water, then peel the skin, pull out the tendons, then cut the meat, bleed it, and braise it in a pot.”
With the distance between the bridesmaid and the bride, one blow was enough.
“You have no way out,” Sleeping Kogoro said, leaning against the wall, his voice deep. “Don’t make a mistake again and again. Confess your plan.”
Plamya’s identity had been exposed on the eve of the wedding. The police could have arrested her directly. The reason they had waited until today was because Edogawa Conan had deduced that Plamya must have left a backup plan somewhere.
Plamya’s signature liquid bomb had not yet appeared. The great detective didn’t believe she hadn’t set up an ambush beforehand.
Surrounded by enemies. Plamya looked around at the guns aimed at her.
Her original plan was to shoot her way out with the guns and bullets she had hidden in the hall beforehand. But the sudden upgrade of the security system had caught her off guard. Plamya had no way to smuggle the weapons in.
“It seems I’m doomed to fail,” she said, tearing off the bride’s veil and looking up at the crystal chandelier in the hall.
The wedding had been decorated with great care. Pink and white balloons floated in the air, almost filling the entire space, leaving only a single aisle in the middle.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Shibuya Hikarie building, the people celebrating Halloween were gathered happily under the pumpkin lanterns, the night view dazzling.
Plamya watched all this, the corners of her lips curling up.
“Christine… what are you laughing at?” the former Superintendent Muranaka asked, his voice trembling.
He was unwilling to accept the facts. He was on the verge of a breakdown. But the moment this internationally wanted criminal smiled, his years of police intuition gave him a sense of foreboding.
“I remember now,” Plamya said, looking at her fiancé, a man who knew nothing about her. “You haven’t seen my masterpiece yet.”
“A beautiful pink, a harmless blue. Separated, they are as peaceful as the night. Together, they are a city of fireworks—my signature liquid explosive! You haven’t seen it yet!”
“My dear, you should get to know the real me before you die.”
Plamya pressed the button in her hand.
It was a remote control that she had hidden under the layers of her dress, the only thing she had managed to smuggle in.
As a lone-wolf internationally wanted criminal, Plamya disdained to huddle with others for warmth. She had heard of the multinational criminal group with alcohol codenames. Plamya had no intention of joining the distillery. She loved to work alone.
From this, it can be seen that Plamya was a high-energy person.
Her efficiency was such that even the Working Emperor was ashamed. Plamya had single-handedly modified all the pumpkin lanterns in Shibuya.
That’s right. The pumpkin lanterns, which were shining with a happy light in the night view, were filled with liquid bombs.
Half pink, half blue. When the pumpkin lanterns broke, the liquid would pour out, flow down the terrain of Shibuya, and merge in the middle, and then—BOOM!
How spectacular! But it wasn’t enough. The bombs could kill the people celebrating Halloween on the ground, but they couldn’t kill the people attending the wedding in the high-rise building.
The police academy group, which had made her taste defeat, was the target Plamya had to retaliate against. She had to have her revenge!
“My dear, I want to have some balloons at the wedding. The more, the better,” the bride had said to her fiancé, and the former Superintendent Muranaka had agreed at once.
The same method was used. The balloons, just across the aisle from each other, were filled with either pink or blue liquid bombs.
Plamya had not originally planned to go this far. She had a helicopter reserved for her escape.
But at this point, she couldn’t escape. And these police officers couldn’t escape either.
“It’s too late! It’s all too late!” Plamya held the remote control high in her left hand. She laughed wantonly and fearlessly, as if a grand fire was already reflected in her pupils.
BANG!
The balloons in the hall and the pumpkin lanterns on the street all exploded.
Countless splendid ribbons scattered on people’s heads. The people celebrating Halloween reached out to grab them with surprise and joy. “Wow!”
The festive atmosphere reached its peak at this moment. Beautiful fireworks exploded in the sky.
The scattered ribbons fell on the dark-haired girl’s palm. She blew on it, and the ribbon floated away, landing on the bride’s wedding dress.
Plamya’s Dao heart was shattered. She looked as if she were about to break.
“Didn’t I tell you?” An’an shrugged. “Because I brought a knife to the rehearsal, the police strengthened the security work.”
Because Rum had once worked at a sushi restaurant under a fake identity, Public Security had even dug out the salads in the buffet to test for poison. How could they have let go of the balloons in the hall—even if the balloons had been sent by the wedding company and didn’t seem to have been tampered with?
The moment the liquid bombs in the balloons were discovered, Edogawa Conan had immediately said that there must be more than just these few bombs. Plamya was a person who pursued grand scenes.
Bombers all have a bit of a problem with wanting to attract attention. Without the conceptual god’s intervention, the police had naturally shifted their attention to the pumpkin lanterns used for the street decorations on Halloween.
“To think she could do so much by herself,” Hiromitsu said, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes that had been formed from staying up all night.
Public Security and the Metropolitan Police Department had worked overtime to deal with the bombs. They had to admire a naturally high-energy person.
No matter how high-energy a person, now they could only kneel on the ground in the repentant saxophone music, their mind full of “this shouldn’t be, this shouldn’t be!”
An’an didn’t join in the fun. Arresting criminals was the police’s job.
She stood in the center of the hall. The falling ribbons landed on the girl’s long, black hair, as if draping a colorful veil over her.
“What a pity,” An’an said softly.
Such a beautifully decorated hall, yet it had welcomed two fake weddings, a waste of the flowers and feathers.
An’an really liked the decoration of the hall. It was inevitable that she would feel it was a pity.
The internationally wanted criminal Plamya was arrested. Inspector Megure took away the dejected former Superintendent Muranaka. The bride and groom both left the scene. The hall became quiet.
The sound of footsteps was clearly audible in the quiet hall. An’an knew who was coming without turning her head.
“Hiro shouldn’t have agreed to take over all of Public Security’s work for the next few days. He’s at a huge loss,” the girl shook her head. She saw Hiromitsu’s dark circles.
“Maybe he’s enjoying it,” Furuya replied.
An’an: “Is this what they call ‘stabbing your brother in the back for a friend, only to have your friend stab you in the back’?”
Furuya walked in front of her. It was rare to see him in a white suit. An’an couldn’t help but look at him a few more times.
His superiorly handsome face made Furuya look good in anything, but a white suit was a little different.
As expected of a wedding-exclusive.
Furuya had the same thought as her.
The girl looked exceptionally beautiful in anything, but a pure white dress gave her a different meaning.
Such a beautiful hall, yet it had never fulfilled its mission. What a pity.
“I actually considered whether I should choose a more formal occasion,” Furuya began slowly.
“But I thought, no matter what, Halloween has already become an unforgettable day.”
“Instead of looking for another opportunity, it’s better to make it even more unforgettable.”
The blond young man knelt down on one knee.
The flying ribbons filled the hall. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the splendid fireworks in the sky.
In An’an’s pupils, which had widened in shock, Furuya took out a ring from his pocket.
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked solemnly.