ATPnovel Chapter 121 Experiment
Chapter 121 Experiment
Time passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the first week of Miyamoto Seihisa's apprenticeship from Kuroba Kaito.
After two and a half months of practice, Miyamoto Kiyoshi has basically mastered the key points of disguise. As for pseudo-voice, the voice changer obtained from Dr. Agasa came in handy at this time. Through the company's scientific research personnel With the modification, the voice changer can be made more compact, and the sound change can also be controlled through the mobile phone.
"It's snowing again, has it been so long?"
One morning, Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked out the window. The noisy streets of Tokyo in the past were covered in silver, and a palm-deep snow had accumulated on the eaves beside the road.
But even so, it cannot stop the workers from going to work. There are still cars and people on the road.
After breakfast, light snow began to fall outside the window. Opening the window made of bulletproof glass on the sixth floor, Miyamoto Kiyoshi stretched out his hand, caught a snowflake, and brought it back indoors.
In just an instant, the snowflake prism that originally showed the miraculous craftsmanship of nature turned into a puddle of water, melting on the skin of Miyamoto Kiyoshi's hands, taking away some body temperature and a little coldness.
"What a nice weather!"
After closing the window, Miyamoto Kiyoshi sat at his desk as usual and turned on the computer installed on his desk.
"I didn't expect that it has been more than ten days since the beginning of winter, but Conan and the other three have not been in the news once. Is it possible that there will be another big wave like last time?"
It had been more than two weeks since I heard any news from Conan. After confirming the timeline, he was still as academic as ever. Miyamoto Kiyoshi couldn't help but start to wonder, is Conan trying to hold back another theatrical version?
At this moment, a message on the news column on the computer caught Miyamoto Kiyoshi's attention.
"Director Sakemaki's memorial service? Who is this guy?"
Because he had not paid much attention to the entertainment industry for many days, Miyamoto Kiyoshi just instinctively felt that the names of these directors were familiar.
"Oh, now that I think about it, it turns out that he was the guy who got mixed up and went to the United States. Is this a glorious return to his hometown? Haha."
After a chuckle, Miyamoto Kiyoshi scrolled down the news, intending to change it to another one.
But at this moment, the name of a person in this memorial service report caught the attention of Miyamoto Kiyoshi.
"Huh? Yankou Zhongyan? This name seems to be more familiar. He is also a congressman. Go ask dad about it."
"Hey, Dad, what impression do you have of Tonkou Zhongyan? Why do I always feel that his name sounds so familiar to me."
As soon as he thought of it, Miyamoto Kiyoshi immediately picked up the landline and dialed Miyamoto Masato's number.
"Well, Qingjiu, why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"It's okay. I'm just asking. If the other party has any trouble, I'll help you deal with it. It's not impossible."
"Huh? Let me think about it, oh, he is just a small local councilman, a kind of loser. Not long ago, he was reported for bribery. He has no real rights, but his face should You can put in some effort.”
Now that everyone heard what Miyamoto Kiyohisa said, Miyamoto Masato also stopped talking, thought for a moment, and then said in an indifferent tone.
"Well, it looks like he's a damn guy. Okay, I'll help you go see him on the way."
"Yeah, that's fine, but there's actually no need to kill him. After all, he'll have to go to your uncle's house in a few days. We'll have plenty of ways to deal with him then."
"Oh, it turns out that the police have already become a target. Okay, then I won't do anything. Let's just watch a good show. After all, there seem to be many foreign friends coming to this stage. "
Knocking the table gently with his right hand, Miyamoto Kiyoshi gave up the idea just now, and then hung up the phone.
"With my current status, I am obviously not qualified to go to a place like this. So, the skills I just learned a few days ago can be put to use now."
After making a phone call, he asked Shibata Hideo to prepare props and supplies for his disguise. Immediately afterwards, Miyamoto Kiyoshi took out the voice changer he had prepared long ago and installed it near his throat.
"Ahem, hello everyone! Ahem, hello!"
After coughing a few times and trying out the voice for a while, Miyamoto Kiyoshi decided on a male voice that sounded quite mature. Judging from the voice alone, he should be around 50 years old.
After preparations were completed, Miyamoto Kiyoshi began to fabricate an identity for the role he was going to play.
First, he simply used the Internet to make up a company, with his current identity as the president. Then he checked and found out that the unit holding the memorial service was hosted by one of his own TV stations, and the location was in Beihu. Restaurant.
"Moxi Moxi, who are you?"
The TV station's office operator picked up the phone and asked.
"I'm Miyamoto Kiyohisa. I'm asking your supervisor to come and talk to me."
Before the operator finished speaking, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's slightly weird voice came over.
"Huh? Forgot to adjust the sound?"
The words had already been passed on. At this time, Miyamoto Kiyoshi discovered his mistake and quickly adjusted the voice changer to return his voice to its original state.
However, at this moment, the operator sitting on the other end was completely confused.
"I'm sorry, sir, are you kidding? Use a voice changer to communicate. I don't dare to trouble the supervisor."
"Baga, do you still want to do it? Hurry up and do as I say, otherwise, you will be unable to eat and walk around."
Because the person opposite was not a girl, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's tone was naturally not polite, and he immediately spoke in a stern tone.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
The operator originally wanted to wait and then refuse, but the aura with which Miyamoto Kiyohisa said this made the operator change his mind.
After all, in Japanese society, people who can speak with such power are all in high positions. Regardless of whether the other person is his or her big boss, the operator thinks that he cannot afford to offend him. In this case, this behavior becomes It's quite understandable.
Not long after, Xiao Paozi, the department head, came over and answered the phone.
"Private Marseille, President Miyamoto, I was negligent in my work, and I would like to apologize to you in advance."
Although he couldn't see the picture on the other end of the phone, based on the strange noise he just heard, Miyamoto Kiyoshi could roughly imagine the other party's current posture, which was nothing more than bending the waist to 90 degrees and touching the corner of the table with his forehead.