The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"A special consultant who specializes in solving serial murder cases..."

When he heard Maori Ran mention this word, Maori Kogoro closed the newspaper in his hand, touched his chin, and looked thoughtful.

Ran Mouri, who was just casually chatting with her father about her travel experiences, opened her eyes wide and exchanged glances with Conan.

If we can figure out the identity of Adachi Toru, a former policeman with an ambiguous stance and a rather uncomfortable style of behavior, or his purpose of coming to Tokyo, many problems can be easily solved.

"What's wrong, Dad? Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, was the person you mentioned a policeman in the past?" Kogoro Mouri asked casually, putting the newspaper aside.

"Oh, yes, he seemed to be a policeman before, but he resigned for some reason..."

"Then it makes sense that you met that guy in Izu." Maori Kogoro nodded and quickly relaxed. "Don't be too nervous and wonder if he has any conflicts with Karasawa. I guess he should be a reinforcement captured by the Metropolitan Police Department's special task force."

"Reinforcements?" Conan frowned, thinking of what he had experienced in Izu, and quickly thought of something, "Did a serial murder case happen in Tokyo, so they summoned experts in this field to help?"

"That's about right. It's a large-scale case involving a wide range of people, with a long time interval and many crime scenes." Maori Kogoro shrugged. "He will appear in Izu probably to investigate one of the crime scenes."

"Hey, Dad, you know this so clearly because..."

"Because I was invited, too." Maori Kogoro straightened his tie and puffed out his chest with pride. "My ability to detect cases is quite recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department."

Conan's eyes twitched and he didn't respond to Kogoro Mouri's narcissistic words.

No wonder Kogoro Mori asserted that Adachi Toru must have been a policeman.

If the same series of cases occurs in multiple locations, then many administrative units will be involved.

The principles followed in criminal cases in Japan are similar to those in many other places. The place where the crime occurred or the registered residence of the victim or murderer can be regarded as the place where the person is responsible for the case.

So theoretically, if a murderer committed a crime just to provoke the police, and killed a person and then dismembered the body and threw pieces of it all over the country, then in order to solve the case, it would be necessary for police stations all over the country to send people to sit down and hold a meeting to discuss the details.

In cases like this, even if we seek help from outside the police to solve the case, since too many police departments are involved, it would not be appropriate to allow non-official people with no police background to participate.

Kogoro Mori and Toru Adachi are both widely recognized for their personal abilities and have long-term police work experience, making them relatively easy to accept as assistants.

"So, he went to Izu not only to solve the serial murder case, but also to inspect the murder scene and retrieve the files?"

"That's about it. Well, don't ask any more questions. I can't reveal too many details about this case that's still under investigation..."

Taking the opportunity to show off his new job, Kogoro Mouri adjusted his tie again and picked up the newspaper again.

Just by looking at his smug expression that was obvious on her face, Mao Li Ran could guess his purpose. She rolled her eyes and went into the room to send a message to Kisaki Eri.

Really, he's so proud, I guess it's because his mom gave him some praise for this job.

I need to talk to my mom about this. I probably can’t let my dad get so carried away…

Compared to Mori Ran, whose focus is on Mori Kogoro, Conan's expression is more solemn.

If this case is really the purpose of Adachi Toru's current presence in Tokyo, then what does it mean to the organization?

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"In short, your initial investigation conclusion is... this is a coincidence."

"Yeah, pretty much. If you want me to explain it, it's probably just bad luck."

Gin pressed his brows together and took a deep breath before speaking again.

Hearing Ireland's lifeless tone, rather than pursuing the authenticity of the investigation's conclusions, he felt more speechless.

It’s not that Wu Yu thought everything was just a coincidence, but when the other party said this, many people’s images appeared in his mind.

For example, Tequila was unlucky when his trading partner was being murdered and he was blown into a ball of meat paste. For example, Pisco was unlucky when he was shooting and ran into a paparazzi taking pictures, and the murder was reported in the newspaper...

Although he knew that the possibility of a small probability happening was not zero, but it was too much to keep happening like this...

"In short, although Rum provided many investigation directions before, the conclusion now is that there is no conspiracy element in the loss of the flash card. The murderer should have taken a small item from his bag and picked the card." Ireland, who was sitting in front of the computer, spoke with a numb expression.

The chain reaction of the minor friction between him and Kumail included but was not limited to being sued and having to undergo organizational review again; he was considered to be targeting his colleagues and not doing his job properly, so he was thrown a lot of trivial and hard work; he owed Vermouth a favor and had to help her investigate some personal grudges...

In fact, the content of the work is essentially not much different from the organization's tasks, but the fatigue it brings is very severe.

So much so that when he faced the mission that had originally called him back to Tokyo, his expression was unusually numb.

After investigating Bourbon for a long time, the little gain was completely insignificant. Not only did it not shake Bourbon's position, but it seemed to have made the other party appreciated and take a step forward. Kumail was even more of a heavyweight, and provoking him was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

It’s better not to come back. Whoever wants to do this crappy job can do it.

"That is to say, the flash card is still in the hands of the murderer. If we want to get it back or destroy it, we must wait until the police solve the case or find the murderer first." Gin concluded.

"I'm afraid there is no other way." Ireland, who was never in a good mood towards Gin, now looked even colder. "Why don't you call Bourbon and Kumail over as well. Aren't they detectives? It would be fine if we could find this person and kill him before the police find the murderer."

Gin sneered in response to his desperate opinion.

You think Rum didn't try? The problem is that Bourbon, who was fighting him, didn't listen.

When asked, he just spread his hands, indicating that he also had tasks to do and was very busy. This was not his job and it was a different price.

After several rounds of bargaining, Bourbon finally reluctantly threw Kumail out, and had no intention of letting him directly participate in the mission. He just used Kumail's current disguised identity to bring a former policeman related to the organization to Tokyo in a reasonable manner.

Gin felt very irritated when he thought about this question.

What was stored on this flash card was nothing but the personnel that the organization had planted in the police force from high to low levels.

The man that Kumail brought back to Tokyo was originally one of the chess pieces mobilized to deal with Tang Ze Zhao. In other words, his name was also on the card, and retrieving this card was completely a matter of interest to him.

What he meant was that he negotiated with Bourbon for a long time, and in the end Bourbon picked and chose a pawn who should have been used in the first place, made a slight arrangement for his identity, and then kicked the ball back.

These two extravagant, sneaky parasites...!

It was impossible for Gin to tell Ireland these thoughts, so he frowned and threw out the final notice indifferently without any intention of commenting on Ireland's investigation.

"The police are about to launch a joint task force, and Vermouth will contact you soon. Use this identity well and don't waste it."

This young policeman who changed his name to Adachi Toru is a guy who participated in the plan to capture Tang Ze Zhao. He is not a disposable item.

"Got it." Ireland, who also didn't feel like talking any more nonsense with him, responded coldly and hung up the phone.

If it weren't for the fact that he was about to infiltrate and he still needed Gin to provide certain operational support, he would never have said a word to Gin.

Revenge on Gin is still his main thought and wish at the moment.

And there is no way he will let Kumail, the henchman who killed Pisco's entire family, go.

Thinking of this, Ireland moved the mouse in front of him, and the data windows related to the serial murders were minimized one by one, revealing the file he was reviewing below.

Files about Edogawa Conan.

He looked at the photos in the document that he had taken when he was tracking Kumail, and his expression was sinister.

He had a feeling that the opportunity to eliminate both enemies in one go was just around the corner.

----

Conan was suddenly awakened, jumped up from the sofa, covered his violently beating heart and gasped.

The surrounding environment was dark, and all the lights in the Maori family's living room were turned off. The tranquility of the night still enveloped the surroundings, and everything was quiet and peaceful.

Conan wiped the sweat from his face, gasped for breath, and sat up from the sofa with weak hands and feet.

The dream just now was so realistic that even though he knew it was all a dream, Gin's cold and dangerous gaze, his malicious whispers, and even the hand that pinched his neck and smelled of gunpowder were still so clear and kept replaying in his mind.

The dream seemed to remind him that once he was exposed to the organization's attention, danger and death would follow him like a shadow...

"Damn it, it's all Adachi Toru's fault..." Conan cursed inwardly, pushed away the quilt and climbed up.

It must be because of what Kogoro Mori said that he spent the whole night thinking about the relationship between Adachi Toru and the organization, the purpose of Adachi Toru's appearance, and the connection between him and Karasawa. His mind was filled with those chaotic thoughts.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly dream of his identity being discovered by Gin and then being killed by him for no reason?

Scratching his sweaty hair in distress, he walked towards the kitchen, ready to get himself some water to drink and calm himself down.

As he walked past the window, he noticed something glowing under the window not far away, and couldn't help but glance at the clock hanging next to it.

01:30 am.

At this time, it should be pitch black downstairs, where did the light come from...

Conan, who had just awakened from a nightmare in which he was trapped by Gin in the Mouri Detective Agency, became alert instinctively. He quietly approached the window, leaned on it and looked down.

What is flashing is not a sign or a light.

A bright floor lamp was on on the outdoor chair at the entrance of the cafe, clearly illuminating Tang Ze's fluffy brown head.

It's this late, why isn't Tang Ze sleeping? What is he doing sitting outside with the headlights on...

Conan tiptoed, opened the door and went downstairs. When he walked out of the stairs, he saw Tang Ze curled up in a chair with his knees hugged, staring at the empty table in front of him with unfocused eyes.

His blue eyes were completely empty, as if he was completely unaware of Conan's presence.

Conan frowned and slowly approached. As he walked, he couldn't help but raise his hand to try to block out the overly bright light.

It’s too bright, so dazzling that it almost blinds people.

"What's wrong? Why are you still squatting outside at this time? Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Tang Ze, who was staring in a daze, blinked twice, turned his head towards Conan who was walking towards him, and said nothing.

Yes, that’s why I’m going crazy here because I have to go to school tomorrow.

Tang Ze, a complete drama-goer, answered in his heart.

After going out and picking up an ultimate buff for himself, Tang Ze has not forgotten that there is still a big mine lurking in the school, waiting for him to step on it.

After sitting down with Amuro Toru to talk about Adachi Toru's situation, the organization's mission, and the investigation of Kihara River, Karasawa felt that he now had to find a way to mess up his mental state a little.

For example, try staying up late at night and finding a light as bright as daylight to stay up all night.

It's not that Karasawa doesn't trust his acting ability or feels that he can't play a mentally ill person, but after discussing with Toru Amuro "what kind of mental problems Karasawa Akira should theoretically have", Karasawa came up with the quickest way to complete an experiential performance.

"Based on the current investigation, do you think that Kiharakawa has any connection with the organization?" Tang Ze asked a key question that went straight to the core. "Or let me ask another question. Do you think that his so-called 'treatment' of me has any intended goal?"

"There is definitely a relationship. But judging from his performance, there is a problem that cannot be ignored." Amuro Toru slowly spread out the photos of Kiharakawa he had collected on the table and said with finality, "He doesn't know you are Kumail. He is not pretending. In his eyes, you are just Tang Ze Zhao."

This information is very telling.

Knowing about Ikawa Karasawa's situation and his illness can only mean that he may be related to the organization's cognitive research, but not knowing that he is Kumail means that his understanding of the organization is very limited.

Maybe the organization knows him as well.

Tang Ze looked at the person in the photo with distress, whose behavior was gradually becoming similar to that of Tang Ze Ichikawa, and he was somewhat undecided.

It's easy to deal with him if you don't know him at all, and it's also easy to deal with him if you know him very well.

The problem now is that he is not sure what kind of state he should show to Muharakawa.

"Tomorrow I will go to attend his so-called treatment. What do you think, in his eyes..." Tang Ze considered his words for a while and finally chose an appropriate description, "What disease do I have?"

Thinking of this conversation, Tang Ze blinked his dry eyes, met Conan's confused and worried gaze, and answered softly.

"I can't sleep. I don't dare stay in the room, Kudo, I think I remembered something."