Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 916 The dust has settled
"You're awake, Tokitsu-kun." The first one to smile was still Tang Ze, "Your sleep quality is very good, very good."

"After all, you're still growing up..." As if amused by his sarcastic words, Nanatsuki Koshimizu chuckled, "I understand, I understand. Being able to sleep is a good thing."

"I..." Tokatsu Junya, who didn't quite understand what they were talking about, looked up blankly, and when he saw the clock, his expression became surprised.

Apparently, the "victim" who vomited half a ton of flower petals had no idea what had happened after he entered his room.

There was no smile on Bai Ma Tan's face.

Ignoring the fact that he often appears quite arrogant due to his self-confidence, Hakuba Tan is actually a person with a very British sense of humor, but looking at Tokitsu Junya now, he doesn't even have the intention of keeping smiling.

A detective with a score of 96 does that mean he has made at least a dozen "judgments" where the answers are very likely to be wrong?

To be honest, if the suspects framed in these cases all faced the destruction of their lives like what Nanatsuki Koshimizu's friend experienced, then this guy's actual achievements would be more than those of some less crazy serial killers.

Hakuba Tan was about to say something when he suddenly noticed Mizunashi Rena approaching with a camera at the end of the corridor.

Regardless of the original arrangement of the variety show, at this point, their filming and recording should indeed continue.

He quickly lowered his head and noticed that the red light on the microphone that he had been pinning to his collar had turned on. He immediately straightened up and changed the serious tone that was about to come out of his mouth to a gentle tone: "Mr. Shijin, I'm so sorry. In fact, we have already solved the mystery of this room while you were asleep."

"Huh?" Tokatsu Junya took two seconds to react, and realized what Hakuba Tan was talking about. His face suddenly turned ugly, "When was this process announced? How come I didn't know about it? You guys are rushing to start..."

"Running fast? Maybe. But weren't you the same this morning at the TV station?" Tang Ze grinned, like a predator showing its white teeth. "The host lady said that our competition has begun from the moment we entered this house."

Tokiczu Junya's eyes widened and he felt even angrier.

He wanted to protest loudly, saying that he was being targeted in this show, and that the production team had prepared for him just this kind of role to be used as a sacrifice, and that the appearance fee was not enough for him to be a stepping stone. However, his self-confidence and self-righteousness seemed to have melted away with this long sleep, and his voice became unconsciously much lower when he spoke.

"But this is unfair. 'Lavender Cottage' was a case I handled, and it has been closed for quite some time. If they had just told me that this mystery needed to be solved, I would have been able to come up with the answer right away..."

"'Lavender Cottage'." Hattori Heiji had understood some of their intentions from the conversation between Hakuba Tan and Karasawa, and his eyes flickered. "Are you talking about the mysterious case of the rich man's daughter committing suicide on Shikoku Island?"

The ones used before were all nicknames, but here, it is a very clear guide, which aims to make Tokatsu Junya admit in person that this case clearly points to him.

"Yeah, are there any other cases with this name? 'Lavender', and 'Toolbox'... I found the evidence that the police missed, and confirmed that the maid used glue to cut off the screws to open the window, and then pasted the window back into place to create an alibi..." Tokatsu Junya, whose attention was fully focused on the scene in front of him, naturally did not notice the camera behind him, and blurted out.

Rena Mizunoshi, who was walking normally, caught the sound coming from the headphones and immediately gestured alertly. She didn't let the other members of the crew follow her, and only took the photographer and two others, and approached quietly.

"So the case Miss Koshimizu mentioned on the boat was your doing." Bai Batan crossed his arms. "Then do you have anything to say about her conclusion? About the fact that 'the nail has nothing to do with this case'?"

In expressing this case, Nanatsuki Koshimizu's words were already very restrained.

Regarding some evidence whose time did not match the deceased's time of death at all, she only said it was a "misjudgment" and did not accuse the detective of fabricating false evidence, which really gave Tokatsu Junya face.

Tokitsu Junya's back, which had been straightened due to anger, immediately collapsed.

He could not deny the possibility raised by Nanatsuki Koshimizu, and he felt quite guilty about it.

He discovered the fallen nail parts and quickly determined that the unsolved case, which was closed as suicide, was a homicide. After some reasoning, he identified the murderer as the maid of the deceased.

If we ignore the details of the evidence, this is actually a very good inference. Not only the local police think so, but the person involved himself also thinks so. Therefore, after his initial guilty conscience passed, when he saw the lavender and toolbox in the house, his first reaction was not to increase his guilty conscience, but to feel that he had a chance of winning this competition.

Since the police can't find any fault with him, there's no reason why a variety show crew could find it out?
With such a fluke, Shi Jinjunya walked into the room assigned to him, tidied his clothes, and prepared to give a wonderful speech...

It was this mentality that made the cognitive space infected by Nanatsuki Koshimizu's anger quickly anchor him as the "victim", making him perform a lavender-spitting show for the detectives...

"You actually know, right? Your evidence will be untenable with just a little identification." Koshimizu Nanatsuki turned around and looked straight at Tokatsu Junya. In his olive green eyes, the firm gaze of judgment was like a quietly burning flame. "Trace element identification is already very popular. We only need to extract a little bit of the substance on the nails. It's easy to determine whether those things have been there half a year ago..."

"But the budget for that is very high." Tokatsu Junya, who was not yet fully conscious, answered without thinking, "That requires the cooperation of the laboratory. As long as I don't raise this point, the police will not be able to..."

"Ah, you do know it." Nanatsuki Koshimizu laughed again, and this time the smile was sincere.

"You made up your mind, knowing that as long as your reasoning was logical and the chain of evidence seemed relatively complete, the police would accept your statement out of trust in your past experience, so you just 'handed in the paper' like that - knowing that the answer might be irrelevant." Tang Ze tilted his head, and as he spoke, his eyes turned away, no longer looking at Tokatsu Junya, but at the camera behind him, "Your little fluke will destroy the good trust relationship that all of us have worked hard to build so far, and will make the public question the outcome of the case after the detective's assistance. Do you understand what you are doing?"

"Our purpose as detectives is not something so superficial." Baiba Tan waved his hand, "If you want to be a business-driven detective, if you can't reach the level of Mingzhijun, then you should just be an ordinary private detective, investigate cheating, find cats and dogs, and track a few targets. It's enough to make a living."

Tang Ze, who was criticized, looked at him subtly, always feeling that what he said was not a good thing.

"Do whatever you are capable of. If you can't do it, let someone who can do it. At a time like this, it's better to hand in a blank paper than to create misunderstandings. This is the most basic professional ethics, right? I say..." Hattori Heiji also put his hands on his hips, very angry.

He was angry at Tokitsu Junya's behavior, and also angry when he thought about the situation of the program crew.

If it weren't for this guy's mistake, would he have fallen to the point where he had to be sold together with Goro Akechi to film a show? Although, 80 yen is indeed a lot...

"Why don't you just not tell them?!" Forced by one question after another, Tokatsu Junya finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head and let out a loud shout.

If you don't tell him and he doesn't tell you, the police will not be able to discover the secret except for a few smart people.

Even if it causes some people to be misunderstood, I will make up for it a little bit...

He raised his head so suddenly that he bumped into the camera that had been pushed closer to him. He hissed and turned his head instinctively.

The long lens of the camera, like a black gun barrel, was pointed directly at his head, capturing a close-up of his face which was a mixture of resentment and shock.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki laughed softly, and the sound was transmitted into the microphone on her chest.

Finally, all the scenes she wanted were captured.

In this way, Xiaoxun can finally walk out of the fog and see the possibility of moving forward into the future, right?
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"Hey, so, this isn't some detective show?!"

Toyama Kazuha choked on her soda and took the tissue handed to her by Mouri Ran, expressing her disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to disappoint you. There's no chance of winning this time." Hattori Heiji, who was standing on the bow, glanced at the crowd behind him and lowered his voice again, "Don't be too surprised if the show is broadcast later."

"Huh? Surprised? Why?" Yuanshan Heye was confused.

What should I say...

Hattori Heiji scratched his hair helplessly, looked at the morning horizon, and tried his best to ignore the "acceptance speeches" of the people behind him.

“…Yes, I’m not actually a high school student anymore. But this school uniform is indeed my old school uniform.” After changing into a more mature casual outfit, Nanatsuki Koshimizu no longer insisted on calling herself Boku and smiled at the camera, “I’m 20 years old now, and I’m attending university in Tokyo. As for participating in this variety show, I have to thank Akechi-kun for his help…”

"...Yes, this program was actually a joint project between me and Ms. Mizuno. Through Koshimizu's description, I found that such a terrible situation could actually happen, which was unacceptable. So I found Nichimi TV... Of course, we have been working together for so long, and I fully believe in the professionalism of the TV station... The result is also very satisfactory, isn't it?" Tang Ze posed skillfully, looking for the camera and showing a hearty smile, "I also asked Hattori-kun to come along. In this way, our 'target' will not doubt the purpose of the variety show..."

Bai Matan sat under the parasol on the deck and took the microphone handed over by the cameraman: "Me? Of course I didn't know about it in advance. However, I also sympathize with the experience of Miss Yueshui's friend..."

"...Anyway, just treat what they say as true." Hattori Heiji, the only one who refused the interview, twitched his mouth. He clutched his phone tightly and moved a little further away.

It’s better not to get close to these people, as you may be infected.

"Isn't this good?" Seeing Hattori Heiji walking back slowly, Conan pulled his sunglasses on his face and said, "Let the detectives solve him themselves. Internal correction is always better than the consequences of causing a scandal."

Moreover, in this case, there will always be people who view this incident in an entertaining way, thinking that it is all a gimmick created by the TV station and are unlikely to take it seriously, which is also a disguised way of reducing the impact on the reputation of the detectives.

"What's good about that? Haven't you been completely taken advantage of, Kudo?" Hattori Heiji squinted at him, "And you didn't even get the appearance fee..."

"Well, they just said that they would list me as the initiator as well." Pointing to his phone, Conan answered tactfully, "Well, as a 'behind-the-scenes think tank'..."

In this way, Kudo Shinichi did not leave the country and did not lose face. In addition, the TV station promised to process his audio, and people who closely followed his news could not be sure whether he was really involved...

It's good that a world where no one gets hurt has been created.

"What about me? How about the part that I was kept in the dark?" Hattori Heiji pointed at his nose.

"80 yen." Conan gestured.

"I, I really am... Is this some kind of hush money..."

"I guess this is why I was able to negotiate this price for you. Just consider it as spiritual compensation?"

"Damn it, Kudo, even you..."

"Thank you for accepting the interview. We will inform you of the approximate content of the edited version before the program is broadcast." The staff member who was responsible for interviewing him took the microphone handed back by Bai Ma Tan and his attitude was very respectful.

Putting aside his identity as a well-known detective, Bai Ma Tan's background should not be underestimated. It is not easy for him to cooperate with the TV station's filming, and it would not be good to offend such a person.

"Too polite."

Smiling as he watched the staff bow repeatedly and leave, Hakuba put away his smile, turned around and looked at Akechi Goro who had also finished his "acceptance speech".

Out of the camera's range, the star detective, who was burdened with idol image, finally seemed to relax a little. He leaned back in a lounge chair and looked at the early morning sea outside the boat.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu followed the staff and left. Without the noisy guy, the other detectives either hid in the room and refused to be interviewed, or left the deck in a noisy manner. The atmosphere became quiet for a while.

As if noticing his gaze, Goro Akechi turned his head and looked back.

"What's wrong, Hakuba-kun? Is there something wrong? It feels like you're always observing me."

This was a somewhat nonsensical question, but Bai Ma Tan knew that he was not lying.

Bai Ma Tan took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and asked suddenly.

"You do know 'Karazawa Akira', right? A genius detective who appeared out of nowhere."

(End of this chapter)