Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 749: The old shadow that passed by

"Tang Zejun said he wanted to ask for the names of the two prisoners? Why?"

Sato Miwako, who had just finished a round of interrogation and was silently facing the transcript, was a little dazed when she heard Takagi Wataru's question.

It is understandable to ask them about the criminal's motives. Whether as a detective or a curious child, it is common to want to know the causes and consequences of the case. They, the criminal police, are also accustomed to dealing with such people.

But when it comes to the prisoner's name, it's a bit...

Takagi Wataru scratched his head, his expression inevitably awkward: "Uh, Tang Zejun said that after hearing the criminal's motive for committing the crime, those kids wanted to write the names of these two people on the Phantom Thief Channel..."

The criminals have been caught in the act and are about to be punished for illegal possession of firearms and crime cessation, but they still have to write their names down. This is a disguised way of saying that they cannot understand what is going on with these two psychopaths.

Miwako Sato slapped her forehead helplessly.

Well, she also felt that the mental state of these two prisoners was not right.

They have already made up their minds to commit a crime, so how could they be easily broken down just because of a TV station event?

Let them break their defenses. It is true that those who are strong enough can make money by following the right path. However, those who take risks and choose such a cruel way to make money are implicitly showing that they are unable to adapt to the normal social order, and their psychological fragility can be regarded as a defect.

But it is a bit foolish to blame all the chain reactions caused by this failure on the TV station that prevented them from committing the crime, even if it is just an excuse to vent emotions.

"Well, if they insist. Anyway, it will be sent for inspection and the public notice will be published." Sato Miwako convinced herself, took out her phone, checked Karasawa's contact address, and started editing the email. "But then again, it still feels a bit weird that a group of children said in front of the police that they wanted to give the criminal's name to the Phantom Thief."

"Will it, will it?" Takagi Wataru looked away guiltily.

Sato Miwako narrowed her eyes after realizing something: "...Why, have you done something like this before?"

"Well..." Takagi Shigeru rubbed the tip of the pen twice and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Not only him, in fact, many colleagues in the police station, when they encounter various tough guys during interrogation, will go to the website to post a related post to give it a try.

It's not that they rely on the power of the thief to help them pry open these people's mouths. The starting point of doing so is more of a ritual sense of praying for blessings.

After all, the guys who were cooked by the thief will tell you everything they know when they are taking statements. They may even want to start from the time they stole the eraser from their deskmate in elementary school. Writing it down may not be useful, but it is mainly to express a good wish.

If some people do this, there will naturally be people who oppose it. Sato Miwako, who is smart and capable and used to doing things without asking for help from others, is one of those people who don't like to do this kind of thing.

Facing Sato Miwako's slowly narrowing eyes, Takagi Wataru looked around, ran to the fax machine, and said something to make conversation: "Ah, there is a fax, maybe there is some notification..."

Picking up the warm paper freshly spit out by the fax machine, Takagi Wataru paused when he read the words on it clearly.

Seeing that he looked a little strange, Sato Miwako also came over.

This is a completely typed document, with three or four lines of text sparsely arranged on a full page of A4 paper.

"Today, the Tokyo Aoyama team will hold a celebration parade
Maybe something interesting will happen.

Please look forward to it.

"Sato..." Takagi Wataru sensed something wrong from this short document with large characters, and quickly looked at Sato Miwako beside him for help.

Miwako Sato snatched the document from his hand and stared at the words on it.

It wasn't a special layout, with neither a heading nor a signature, but it gave her a sense of uneasiness, so much so that the alarm in her head kept buzzing.

"Go find Officer Megure, there might be problems with the parade this afternoon!"

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"As a result, the family members still don't have any privileges to participate in the parade. They can only squeeze in with other spectators."

Kojima Genta, whose vision was blocked by the human wall because of his height, complained dissatisfiedly.

"That can't be helped. For a celebration parade or something like that that was decided on at the last minute, there aren't that many vehicles to deploy." Conan put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "In fact, it's better to just watch TV. The cameras following the car are closer than anyone else."

He waved his hand to blow away the colorful pieces of paper that were about to float onto his glasses, but he didn't seem to be dissatisfied.

This is basically the case at any event. The main thing to pursue is a sense of atmosphere. If you want a good viewing angle, you might as well just go home and watch the live broadcast on TV.

"Well, at least we got a lot of autographs this time, didn't we?!" Ayumi was still very excited, holding the paper bag containing the jersey in her arms.

Although the friends and family seats do not bring any other benefits, at least they provide an opportunity to meet the players up close after the game.

Everyone, including Conan, got the autographs they wanted from the players of Tokyo Aoyama team. Except for the embarrassment of Naoki Uemura who recognized Karasawa and Conan, the experience of the game was still pretty good.

"You can watch the replay of the live broadcast on TV, but you can't come to the scene a second time. Didn't you bring a camera with you? It would be meaningful to take a video of the event." Tang Ze patted the little heads around him one by one as if he was patting a watermelon, his peripheral vision focused on the crowd not far away.

Over there, within the field of vision, the other members of the Phantom Thieves stood shoulder to shoulder, completely surrounding the tall and strong Jinpei Matsuda.

Asai Narumi was still wearing the dress she had worn on the court, and the other two female members were wearing heavy makeup that covered their features. The scent of cosmetics kept coming into his nose, making him feel very embarrassed.

He had no choice but to tilt his head and squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Hey, if you guys are like this, even if the bomber is really mixed in the crowd, I won't be able to catch up with him in time."

"Why are we chasing him?" Shimabukuro Kimie, who was wearing large, colorful sunglasses, tapped the temples with her long nails. "The focus now is not only to catch this bastard, but also to prove his connection to the previous two cases."

"Just like what the police did at the stadium." Asai Narimi also pushed his sunglasses down, "Catch the criminal in the act."

If he just wanted to find an exact candidate, there was no reason why Tang Ze, who had already found the location of the other party's hall, could not catch this guy himself. The reason he did not do so was because the timing was not right.

If they can't find any definite evidence or clues and can only keep the person under control, it would be better for them to just kill him directly. Otherwise, the hidden danger cannot be eliminated at all.

Matsuda Jinpei frowned in disapproval: "This is a large-scale parade. He chose this place to start the attack because he saw the flow of people and the popularity of the topic here, and wanted to create an atmosphere of panic. How can we ensure that no one will get hurt?"

It was clear that a bomber had set his sights on this street, but if he stood aside and watched in order to collect evidence, from Matsuda Jinpei's perspective, he could not accept it.

No one knew better than him the devastation caused by the bomb.

"That's why we need professionals." Zhu Fujingguang patted Matsuda Jinpei's tense arm, "Leave it to you, Matsuda."

He could see that due to the drastic change in the situation, Matsuda Jinpei, who was still in the process of digesting the information, had not been able to completely let down his guard.

Matsuda must have trust in him, but it is hard to say about the teammates around him.

The teamwork that Jinpei Matsuda is good at is built on sufficient running-in and familiarity. It would be too difficult for him to immediately reach a consensus and friendly cooperation with strangers for a certain case.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Morobushi Kagemitsu's face and let out a breath.

He had seen Zhu Fu Jingguang's "transformation" and knew that it was a safer option to directly take out the white-haired style and disguise himself like the surrounding thieves rather than covering his face with a hood.

The reason why he still acted in his own way was mainly because of his mood. Obviously, Zhu Fujingguang did not want to be overly nervous or anxious.

Jinpei Matsuda took a deep breath and poked Asai Narimi's arm.

"Do you still have the same medicine as before? Please give me some more. I still feel a little dizzy now."

The Phantom Thieves, who did not take the normal route to buy tickets to enter the stadium, must have also walked through the cognitive world when leaving the stadium. He was forced to experience the feeling of rapid motion sickness again.

Coupled with Zhu Fu Jingguang's unscrupulous attitude in the cognitive world, he felt like he was about to vomit out a mouthful of acid even though he hadn't eaten anything since he woke up.

Asai Narimi did not refuse his request, but just glanced strangely at Karasawa who was standing a few meters away with the chattering elementary school students, and took out a new tube of medicine and handed it to Matsuda Jinpei.

For some unknown reason, so far, the main raw material that can be used to extract cognition-related medicines is still Tang Ze himself.

For example, the cognitive defense potion that everyone in the group has is made by Ai Huihara using Tang Ze's serum. Whenever I think of this, I have some psychological barriers when drinking it.

Over there, the primary school students were still worrying about how to better film the video and see the convoy clearly.

"Or let's find a place with a better view. I can't see anything standing here." After trying twice and failing to squeeze to the fence in the front row, Kojima Genta soon came up with other ideas.

His eyes moved around and soon they set eyes on the metal mailbox on the side of the road, and his eyes lit up.

"That one should be about the same! And there are so many handles around, it's very convenient to stand on it."

“It seems so.”

"Come, let me go up and take a look first, hehe..."

When Tang Ze finished his eye contact with his teammates, he turned his head and saw that the three elementary school students had climbed onto the mailbox and were staggeringly trying to look at the convoy in the crowd.

"It's still a little short. I can see the car, but I can't see the person on top very clearly."

"I've recorded it with the video camera. Yuantai, lie down a little and lift me up a little more...!"

"These guys..." Conan, who turned around with him, saw that the three naughty kids had started to pile up on public facilities as if no one was around. He could only go over to stop them speechlessly.

Not to mention the safety issue of climbing high, the weight of three children is definitely as much as that of an adult, not to mention the big fat boy Genta Kojima.

With their physical defense, they probably won't get hurt. But if they step on a municipal facility and cause a dent, they'll have to pay compensation...

"Oh, now I can see it!" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya adjusted the focus of the camera and became excited. "It's Ying and Naoki's car. They've turned the corner!"

As the absolute core figures of today's game, Hideo Akagi and Naoki Kamimura, who brought the team the honor that they had missed for three years, were undoubtedly the most eye-catching protagonists of the celebration. The two were arranged in the last vehicle of the convoy, fully demonstrating the team's importance to their ace.

“It seems like it’s waving at us!”

"Really? Really? I want to see it too!"

"You guys, get off." Tang Ze walked over with his arms folded. "Didn't we promise you that after this section they will move to a double-decker bus and let you ride on the float? Stop playing tricks here."

"But……"

"No buts, how can you guys climb so high? It's so dangerous."

Without waiting for the naughty kids who were reluctant to come down to protest, a female voice interrupted their conversation.

"And if it gets damaged, the surveillance video at the intersection will capture it clearly."

Kojima Genta looked blankly at the blonde woman approaching with her hands on her hips, and while crawling down guiltily, he muttered softly, "It's just a slight step, it's no big deal."

"Children, be good. If you don't obey, you will be caught." The blonde woman wearing sunglasses pulled off her wig, bent down and tapped the noses of the three children, "Why can't you be more obedient like Conan and Ai?"

"Sister Sato?" Yoshida Ayumi opened her eyes wide, "It's you again."

"What do you mean it's me again?" Sato Miwako glanced over, "I should be the one asking this question, why are you guys here again?"

"The game is over, Aoyama won, we are here to watch the parade." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said confidently, "The police haven't gotten off work yet... or has something happened again?"

It was such a normal final that the TV station's photographer went crazy, so it didn't seem surprising that some new troubles would occur in the subsequent parade.

"It can't be said that something happened..." Sato Miwako waved her hand.

"Hey, Miwako! Are you out on a date with Takagi?"

When Miwako Sato heard a familiar voice, she turned around and saw Yumi Miyamoto, who was wearing a traffic police uniform, sitting in the passenger seat. She rolled down the window and waved at her teasingly.

"Yumi, you are the ones who escort the parade today." Sato Miwako was not at all surprised by the appearance of her best friend.

Blocking streets for parades and lack of timely traffic police clearance will affect the entire main road.

"Yes, I'm still working. You two, you didn't forget to change your clothes and have a secret date when you were out on duty. Isn't that pretty cool!" Yumi Miyamoto gave a thumbs up and highly praised them for their ability to have fun.

The three elementary school students suddenly realized what was going on and approached Sato Miwako.

"I see. Isn't this a waste of time? How dare you criticize us?"

"Instead of working properly, he secretly disguised himself to watch the event. The detective is quite leisurely."

“It feels like Japan’s future is doomed.”

Miwako Sato clenched her fists: "You guys..."

She raised her head and was about to clarify her work situation and explain the fax received by the police station, but her eyes focused on the crowd in front of her and her expression suddenly froze.

"...Mikako, Miwako?" Miyamoto Yumi couldn't help but call out when she saw her best friend suddenly stand still with her back to her.

Shiratori Renzaburo, who came from the other side of the street, saw that the situation was a bit stagnant. He adjusted his hat and came over to help Sato Miwako: "We need to do this for work..."

However, Sato Miwako, who was originally standing in front of several people, suddenly pushed away the approaching Shiratori, completely ignoring the shouts of several people around her, and sprinted towards the crowd.

"Hey, Sato!"

"Sister Sato!"

All the sounds stretched out and faded away in her ears. Her attention was completely focused on Miwako Sato in front of her and she didn't care about other people's reactions at all.

Her eyes were fixed on the back of a man in a suit and with black curly hair in the crowd.

The man seemed to be talking to someone next to him. He turned his head slightly, revealing one of his ears and the temple of his sunglasses.

A few well-defined jaw angles and the slight bend in the other person's back when he speaks.

At the current distance and with distinguishable features, even the most familiar people would find it difficult to confirm the other person's identity, but an inexplicable emotion lingered in her heart, and as she ran, Sato Miwako couldn't help but blurt out the name that was on the tip of her tongue.

“Matsuda…!”

The man standing in the crowd seemed to hear her voice and raised his chin, as if preparing to turn his head to the back.

At this moment, the crowd erupted in loud cheers.

The car that Hero Akagi was riding in drove to their location.

"Aying! Aying!"

"Naoki! Naoki!"

The crowd, frantically shouting the names of the heroes, rushed over in the direction of the convoy, covering Sato Miwako's vision like waves.

Her cries were drowned out by the thunderous cheers, like a drop of water falling into the waves, leaving no trace.

When the figure disappeared from her sight, Sato Miwako felt the panic again. The fear that her heart was tightly gripped made her ignore everything else. She just wanted to struggle through the wall of people in front of her and carefully confirm who the person in front of her was and make sure that it was not her illusion.

However, when she walked over with difficulty, the audience standing there was almost completely replaced, as if it was a beach hit by waves, and the shadow that made her fingertips tremble was no longer visible.

Sato Miwakomu stood there in a daze, with a blank expression on her face.

(End of this chapter)