Darkness could be terrifying. Even though staff members kept coordinating and trying to maintain order, many people began heading toward the aquarium, the only place that was still lit, out of concern for their safety.
Some accepted the staff's arrangements and stayed where they were to keep watching the fireworks, while others began crowding toward the aquarium. This made Conan's attempt to push through the crowd and find a suitable vantage point extremely difficult.
The most urgent thing was to find where Curacao might be...
Conan thought for a moment, adjusted the focus of his glasses, then raised his head and looked toward the sky.
Ai Haibara was right. If they needed a power outage to make their operation easier... the Organization's attack had to be coming from outside the park.
High in the sky, the helicopter that had been hovering at a fixed position for some time was still waiting for Gin's orders.
Only after confirming that the power below had been cut and that there had been no problem with Bourbon's operation did Gin finally wave his hand, signaling for the helicopter to descend.
"Ah, what a pain." Chianti fiddled with the controls and muttered, "Dropping too low makes it easy to get spotted. Can't Kumeru just find a suitable place and wait for us to pick him up?"
Gin curled his lip and did not answer her question.
Vodka, who understood Gin's considerations very well, spoke up instead. "If we do that, whether Curacao is dead or alive will depend entirely on Kumeru's word. He's the kind of guy who's good with smooth talk and can fool anyone."
"Huh? What is it, Rum isn't the one dissatisfied now? You're the ones questioning Kumeru's loyalty?" Chianti let out a strange cry. "No way, didn't he come out of