Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 935 Xingchuan Hui: You should do some good deeds

"The banquet will be held here. Well, because of Kidd, Kitagawa-kun suggested that we prepare a backup power supply and strengthen the monitoring equipment. I think it's a good idea." Suzuki Sonoko pointed to the banquet hall that was being busy setting up not far away, and then pointed to the exhibition room on the other side that was now closed. "This is where the Egg of Memories will be exhibited later."

"Isn't the Egg of Memory in the hands of the police now?" Xingchuan Hui blinked as he held his chin and observed the site, pretending to be working. "Are you going to wait until the actual object is delivered?"

Because the police judged the time of the crime in Kidd's warning letter, they planned to protect the Egg of Memories until the end of the warning, which was after 1 a.m.

According to the common opening ceremony process, the time can be delayed until midnight at most, and the true appearance of the treasure can be displayed at 12 o'clock, but if it is delayed further, the authentic treasure will miss the opportunity for the official opening.

"That was originally the plan..." Suzuki Sonoko curled her lips, "However, the police officer named Nakamori insisted that Kidd would definitely take action at 3 a.m., so the police are already urging the replica to be in place."

The Egg of Memory is indeed an exquisite work of art, but with the power of modern industry, a treasure designed with mechanisms and made of metal is not that difficult to replicate.

As long as guests are not allowed to observe too closely, or audiences who are too familiar with the real thing are not allowed to stand in the front row, it is easy to hold a party without being exposed.

"By the way, you are really willing to hand over the authentic item to the police." Maori Kogoro looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he withdrew his gaze with a subtle expression, "After all, it's 800 million... If the police are too persistent in arresting Kidd and damage the treasure..."

This is not just an assumption. Considering the excited state of Officer Nakamori, as long as there is a chance to catch Kaito Kid, he definitely doesn't care about the egg of memories or not...

It's not that he won't protect the property safety of citizens, but if he needs to choose between the safety of the treasure and the capture of Kidd, he will 100% give priority to capturing Kidd and will not care so much whether this national treasure of another country will be damaged.

"It's damaged, so what? It's not such a fragile artifact." Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand nonchalantly. "When I was a kid, I used it as a toy and dropped it several times, but it didn't even have a scratch. It's worthy of being made for the royal family, the quality is really good."

The corner of Kogoro Maori's mouth twitched.

This sounds more meaningful than saying that the Egg of Memory is not easily damaged and that the Suzuki family doesn't care about it that much...

"In theory, as a hired detective, I should also fulfill my responsibility in protecting the treasure. However, Officer Nakamori firmly disagrees with their search for people outside of Section 2 to participate in the plan, believing that it will cause a leak..." Hoshikawa Teru sighed softly, "He is so stubborn."

Although no matter what, his plan was destined to be discovered by Kuroba Kaito in the end, Nakamori Ginzo's thinking was still correct.

Even with such tight protection, it can only prevent outsiders from spying, but cannot prevent internal traitors.

Who would have thought that before the Egg of Memory was taken away from the Suzuki Museum of Art, it had been equipped with such a powerful monitor by insiders?

Outside the exhibition hall, Kuroba Kaito, who was pretending to rush from the JR station, was attracted by the woman not far away as soon as he got off the train.

A gentle and beautiful woman was stopped outside the exhibition hall by several policemen. She was pointing at the newspaper in her hand and saying something anxiously.

"Regarding this collection, I have something very important to discuss with President Suzuki. Please, be flexible... or you can go and inform him now and tell him that I have important news about the Egg of Memory..."

The police officer she held looked at the photo in the newspaper with embarrassment: "You have also seen the content of the title. Kaito Kidd is now eyeing this egg. Before the danger is over, we cannot let anyone enter the art gallery except those who have been checked and invited."

"But, but..." Natsumi Kosaka anxiously grasped the edge of the bag.

There were some things she was embarrassed to say directly, but her tearful expression had already conveyed her thoughts completely.

She was worried about Kidd's record of never failing, and was afraid that if she didn't see the Egg of Memories today, it would disappear from the world again.

Kuroba Kaito lowered his eyes, straightened his haori, and walked over slowly: "What's wrong, ma'am? Are you in any trouble?"

The policeman frowned and looked at the young man in gorgeous kimono subtly. He was about to drive him away when Nishino Masato, who had rushed out of the venue, waved his hand and greeted Kuroba Kaito who was walking over.

"Mr. Kitagawa, this way! Sorry, I'm busy with the opening ceremony today, so I don't have time to go directly to the platform to pick you up..."

"It's okay, I've been here before." Kuroba Kaito calmly shook his head, not letting him finish his more apologetic words, "I can't be considered a guest, so you don't have to be so polite."

This is a great truth.

During the construction of the exhibition hall, Suzuki Sonoko consulted Kitagawa Yusuke, who seemed to have a lot of experience in organizing exhibitions. However, Karasawa was busy solving other problems at the time and of course had no time to come.

Based on the principle of checking out the place in case it is needed, just like the previous art exhibition, Kuroba Kaito naturally came once as Kitagawa Yusuke. After the on-site inspection, he gave more construction suggestions. Not only did he know the layout of the entire exhibition hall well, he even designed some of the anti-theft circuits himself.

So, although Nakamori Ginzo’s “stupid method” seems outrageous and exaggerated, it actually makes sense.

Because there is no difference between putting it in the Suzuki Museum and putting it directly in Kidd's pocket.

The policeman who was originally hesitating whether to come over to check stopped after hearing what he said and after Nishino Masato, the secretary of President Suzuki, did not refute.

How should I put it? In theory, in order to prevent Kid from sneaking in, they should carefully check the faces of every entrant. But since the genuine product has been taken away long ago, and the police's focus of defense is on the castle tower mentioned in the trailer, it would be a good thing if Kid himself really came to the art museum...

Thinking of this, the police tactfully stepped back half a step and did not disturb Kitagawa Yusuke and Secretary Nishino who were chatting.

As a result, Natsumi Kosaka, who had been tightly blocked outside by him, was finally let go.

She did not rush to the stadium, but looked at Kitagawa Yusuke thoughtfully, and then looked at Nishino Masato for a while, then asked hesitantly: "Are you employees of the Suzuki Group?"

"Well, I'm the assistant secretary of President Shiro Suzuki." Masato Nishino pushed his glasses and turned his head politely, "Ma'am, what can I do for you?" "You know Mr. Shiro Suzuki, right?!" Natsumi Kosaka suddenly widened her eyes, "Then, can you please help me contact the president? It's like this..."

She reached back and took a thick document from the old man behind her, pulled out a page, and turned it over to face them.

It was a photocopy of a document. From the mottled texture and slightly blurred handwriting, it was not difficult to see the age of the original.

In the middle of the document, a complex handicraft is drawn with even and delicate lines, surrounded by many detailed texture enlarged design drawings, as well as many texts and regular patterns.

There is no need to study the content of the text in detail. It is not difficult to see that this is most likely a design drawing. At the very least, the person who drew this thing must have seen the real Egg of Memories.

"My ancestors have some connection with this egg. I want to see it with my own eyes and confirm some things..." Kosaka Natsumi clenched her fingers anxiously, "Can you please take me in?"

"Uh, this..." Masato Nishino stared at the document blankly, frowning in embarrassment.

Under normal circumstances, the tolerant Suzuki Shiro would not only be happy to let her take a look, but he might even be eager to ask her about the whole story and ask her to tell him how her ancestors were related to this legendary treasure. However, this is a sensitive period, and even if he doesn't think so, the president still needs to consider the attitude of the police...

"It's unlikely that you'll be able to see the egg, but I can take you in." Kuroba Kaito glanced at Nishino Masato who looked embarrassed, and said bluntly.

"Hey, but, Mr. Kitagawa..."

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"What's wrong? Aren't exhibitions for people to see?" Kuroba Kaito asked back in a completely matter-of-fact tone, "But if the police don't want to show it to people because they are worried about Kaito Kid, that's fine."

"Well, it still has to be shown tonight..." Nishino Masato pursed his lips, glanced at Kosaka Natsumi, and then looked at the police not far away. After all, it was not easy to bluntly state in front of others that the object had been taken away by the police, so he had to lower his head and said, "Since Mr. Kitagawa said so, please follow me."

"The security design is quite good." Tang Ze observed the surrounding situation for a while, then went over to carefully study the fire protection diagram and praised, "The anti-theft circuits cover each other, and the monitoring design is reasonable. If the opponent is not Kaito Kidd, it is indeed difficult to be stolen."

What's more, this high-quality anti-theft design was created by Kaito Kid himself.

However, Kuroba Kaito's work has lived up to Kitagawa Yusuke's reputation at all. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. Designed by Kaito Kidd, who has rich experience in theft, the anti-theft effect here is indeed excellent.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze touched his chin and had an idea: "Hey, what do you think? Why don't you suggest that Hei Yu just apply for the position of exhibition hall designer? Exhibition design is also a science, and he might even earn more than a magician. More importantly, it will be good for him too. At least in the future, if he suddenly has the urge to steal something, he can just look through his own folders and everything will come out, and he can save the trouble of scouting out locations."

After all, magicians are performers, which is considered a semi-service industry. They have to design the show effects, stage and props themselves, which consumes a lot of energy. However, exhibition hall design is a very professional field with no shortage of good job directions.

Xingchuan Hui instinctively wanted to hold his forehead, but he held back when he felt the leather gloves sticking to his skin.

He is Goro Akechi now, so no matter what, he still has to pay attention to his image.

"You'd better not let Kuroba Kaito hear this." As an alternative, Hoshikawa Teru had to lower his voice and squeeze out a sentence through his teeth.

"Why, are you worried that he won't accept my sincere advice?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm worried that he's accepted it too much." Xingchuan Hui silently looked at his provocative expression with a hint of smugness.

Although he didn't say much, his expression clearly conveyed one message - you should do some good deeds, just for Kaito Kidd.

Letting a thief be an exhibition designer, what's the difference between this and sending an undercover agent into the organization?
"I think..."

Before Tang Ze could finish his joke, he was interrupted by a call from behind.

"Karazawa, you're here." Maori Kogoro came over with a glass of champagne in his hand and looked around at the two of them. "What are you looking at here?"

"Observing the exhibits here." Tang Ze turned around and raised the glass of juice in his hand. "As expected of the Suzuki family, there are indeed many collections with names and surnames."

Not only do they have names and surnames, some of them are simply exaggerated.

Tang Ze even saw a few exhibits that made him instinctively clench his fists. It took him some time to convince himself that this was the world of science before he calmed down.

Maori Kogoro looked at the jewelry placed in the glass cabinet in front of them. He did not continue with this dry comment. Instead, he looked around and sighed: "It seems that if it weren't for Kid's incident, this banquet would have been difficult to attract so many people, especially so many media... I didn't expect that Sonoko has some business acumen."

With the help of Kidd, and the blessing of the famous detective, the exhibition hall, which originally did not sound so attractive, has become a hot project. Reporters with cameras and long guns have flocked to it, and those who cannot get invitations are crying and shouting to attend the conference. It is not difficult to see from their excited expressions that they have already imagined in their minds how to capture the moment when Kaito Kidd appears, or captured a more important and decisive scene, and what kind of leap it will bring to their media.

No one can tell now whether Suzuki Sonoko had planned this intentionally or simply got lucky and came across this opportunity.

"And I didn't expect so many people would be eyeing it." Kogoro Maori took a sip of wine cherishingly, then raised his chin and motioned them to look over there.

The art dealer named Qian Jiangyi was standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, talking to someone, including the people from the embassy.

To be more precise, almost all the people they ran into in the president's office that day were present.

Maori Kogoro looked around for a while, then suddenly exclaimed, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "Why can't I see that beautiful lady from China? What's her name? It's quite difficult to pronounce... Pu Siqinglan? Right?"

(End of this chapter)