I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

Chapter 103 The Dumpling Murder Case in Chinatown (4)

"Time's up—"

The countdown timer on the screen paused, and as the supervisors finished their measurements, the hosts, who were moving around the venue, came to the seats with the most seats in their respective competition areas.

Kuromon Haruya's table won first place in the Russian category with a narrow advantage of 313 dumplings.

Pu Siqinglan led the cameraman to their table and looked up to admire the particularly magnificent dumpling tower.

The plump, white dough wrappers enclose the filling to the maximum extent, and the dumplings, plump and round, are neatly arranged into a small tower, making them incredibly tempting. Each dumpling is sprinkled with a thin layer of flour to prevent sticking, and their edges are pinched tightly into the shape of wheat ears, making them both beautiful and impressive.

"Perhaps our beauty award has found its winner."

Pu Siqing smiled gently and held the microphone to the lips of the disabled but determined Heimen Yaoye:

"Hello sir. Your team made over 300 dumplings, ranking first in the group. Do you have any thoughts or tips?"

Kuromon Haruya stared into the camera and spoke in clear Mandarin: "Nihao, meatball Xiaojie!"

The laughter of the onlookers was continuous and lasted for a long time.

Sitting next to him, Fan Ze couldn't help but burst out laughing, his face contorted in a grimace.

But this is in front of the camera, we can't embarrass our friend, so hold it in, Fanze Zhenren!

Pu Siqinglan's eye twitched, and she clenched her fist to remain calm: Which character in her name is related to meatballs?

"Haha, this gentleman is so humorous, it should be 'Pu Si Qing Lan'!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Pushkin."

Without giving her a chance to correct him, Kuromon Haruya said modestly and apologetically:

"I'm just a regular Chinese food enthusiast who happens to be passing by. I don't have any special tricks up my sleeve. If I do, it's probably because I have a real love for delicious food."

"I see, this must be the legendary power of love!" Pu Siqinglan nodded in response, "Even if my body is not up to par, I still poured my love into the cherry milk curd filling."

"That's not it."

Just when she thought it was over, Kuromon Haruya objected immediately, her face clearly saying "What did you say?", and then gave the camera a playful wink.

"Personally, I support Chinese dumplings. Could you please put me on the opposing side?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" "Well said!" "Come over here!"

Cheers came from the next area. Despite the laughter surrounding her, Pu Siqinglan forced a smile and quickly pulled the cameraman away, saying, "How funny!"

After the pre-event interviews, the two hosts selected one lucky audience member from each of their respective areas.

The God of Wealth invited a little boy wearing a blue suit and a red bow tie around his neck.

Pu Siqinglan's gaze lingered on Chianti for a moment.

That organization has always practiced mysticism. As long as Chianti appears in public a few more times, even without any real punishment, it would be good to disgust him a few times during the New Year.

but…

Seeing the other party's ferocious appearance, which was no different from that of a Chihuahua, Pu Siqinglan really couldn't say whether she would suddenly bite someone on stage, so she had no choice but to give up and casually invited a girl in a red robe who also wore a snake crown and a gorgeous mask, seemingly cosplaying.

Kuromon Haruya took out the long lenses from the back of his wheelchair and frantically pressed the shutter button on the table.

A mysterious elementary school student with a death aura and a red witch who inherited the Red Magic have a head-to-head battle in the classroom. Even Gosho Aoyama wouldn't dare to imagine such a thrilling scene of a battle between detective fiction and metaphysics!

"This year's dumpling festival is truly full of hidden talents!"

sizzle-

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen of the digital camera in Kuromon Haruya's hand suddenly turned red and briefly froze.

Koizumi Akako coldly glanced at the dark aura below the stage. Just as she was about to say something more, she suddenly noticed that the Demon of Light in her peripheral vision pushed up his glasses.

Oh no! She fell for the demon's feint and unconsciously used her magic in front of the Light Demon!

An unbearable itching sensation spread from deep within her throat, making her want to scratch. Koizumi Akako quickly grabbed her neck, coughing as she ran off the stage.

"Cough cough cough! My asthma is acting up, I have to leave the stage now!"

Pu Siqinglan: ?

Were there no audience members who cooperated during this event?

The God of Wealth abbot stroked his mustache and winked at her smugly, "Looks like Miss Qinglan's luck isn't on your side!"

"Currently, Russian dumplings are leading by 20 in terms of quantity. But that doesn't mean the outcome is decided!"

He snapped his fingers, and a plate of cooked dumplings was placed on the table.

"There's a lucky dumpling with a coin hidden inside in this plate. We take turns picking them, and the team that finds the dumpling with the coin gets an extra 100 points!"

With her assistant's sudden departure, Pu Siqinglan was left alone to choose dumplings. However, she already knew the outcome from the script and wasn't too concerned about winning or losing.

And so, the three of them ate one dumpling at a time, until they had almost finished the plate of dumplings before they came to a conclusion.

"Hmm?" Conan frowned, covered his cheek, and spat out a copper coin.

"Hahaha, it seems I'm the one favored by the God of Wealth today!"

The male host laughed heartily, arrogantly picking his teeth with a toothpick while gesticulating comically.

'This copper coin almost broke my tooth!'

Conan watched him dance in the same way as Uncle Mori when he was drunk, and he was speechless.

"The God of Wealth has come to my door! Hehehe... Uh!"

While jumping around, the male host accidentally stepped on a pile of red carpet and tripped, falling flat on his face under the table.

Pu Siqinglan sighed and reached out to her good-for-nothing partner for help: "Mr. Jintian, this is what happens when you're too proud."

But the man under the table seemed to be trying to renege on his promise and didn't respond at all.

"This!" Pu Siqinglan's pupils contracted slightly.

"Big sister, don't touch him!"

Conan lifted the tablecloth, skillfully checked the man's breath and pulse, and shook his head regretfully: "This uncle has been murdered. Call the police quickly."

The conversation came through the microphone clearly, and the audience realized something was wrong, causing quite a commotion.

By the time Inspector Megure arrived, some unrelated participants had already left. Apart from tourists and local residents who were just watching the spectacle, the only people gathered around the scene were Conan, Kuromon, and Haruya, as well as the people directly involved in the incident.

“We found traces of cyanide on the deceased’s microphone button and fingertips. This is a case of poisoning Mr. Kaneda.”

"The four of you are suspected of committing the crime at the time of the incident."

Inspector Megure looked up and matched the people with their testimonies one by one:

"Ms. Pu Siqinglan, who was on the same stage as Mr. Kaneda at the time of the incident and was teased and harassed by him."

Pu Siqinglan looked away dejectedly.

"Mr. Wu, a Chinese fortune teller who claimed the deceased would suffer a bloody disaster before the incident."

The middle-aged man, dressed in sunglasses and a Tang suit, nodded to Cohen.

"Mr. Kawashima, the employee in charge of setting up the broadcasting equipment."

A young man in a red wholesale overall wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"And Mr. Matsuo, Mr. Wu's employer and chairman of the trading company, who had a heated argument with the deceased this morning."

The elderly man who had been invited looked down on everyone and let out a cold snort.