The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The two of them competed with each other for a while in the elevator car. As soon as the elevator door opened, Conan immediately supported himself on the other's arm and jumped off the ground, quickly diving into the crowd.

When he landed, he heard someone in the elevator screaming, reminding Goro Akechi that the child was about to run away, and Goro Akechi said soothing words like "he went to find his parents."

These sounds only made him speed up his movements.

With the advantage of his flexible body, Conan quickly moved away from the direction of the elevator. After making sure that Goro Akechi behind him would find it difficult to find him, he immediately joined the tourists' staggered pace.

He brought out the photo of three people he had taken and zoomed in on a close-up of Mizutani Kousuke. While carefully examining the young face, he kept scanning the tourists, trying to find his target among them.

He must find Mizutani Kosuke before the organization does.

“People in the organization”, of course, also includes Goro Akechi.

Although Goro Akechi did not show any urgency to find Mizutani Kousuke except for a few sarcastic remarks, Conan was more inclined to believe that he had not lied before and that the person really arranged by the organization was Ireland, but he should still be vigilant.

Irish Whiskey, who has the code name, must have higher authority than Goro Akechi in commanding the operation. It is not known whether the other party was called over to assist.

“It’s so beautiful from this angle!”

"The lights tonight are specially adjusted to be pink and blue! Come and take a picture!"

It was just after dinner time, which was the peak period of traffic, and almost every observation platform was crowded with people.

Conan's mind was completely focused on the photo and he had no intention of appreciating the carefully decorated Toudu Tower. His eyes just swept across the bright smiling faces.

Where are you, Mr. Kosuke Mizutani?

This is the place closest to the stars. You must not be easily deceived by sweet words at this time!

The Mizutani Kosuke, whom he was anxiously looking for, was standing on the observation deck on the 7th floor, staring up at the night sky above his head in a daze.

The weather today is not very good. The thin clouds cover the stars and the moon. Even though the observation deck of the East Capital Tower is higher than all the surrounding buildings and has a wide field of view, allowing people to directly look out at the starry sky without being disturbed by the city, no scenery can be seen at this time.

"Mizutani-kun, you're here after all."

Hearing the call from behind, Mizutani Kosuke turned around with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry Tang Ze-kun, I know you mean well, but I should have made it clear to him in person."

Under the influence of alcohol, Kousuke Mizutani found out that Motokami Kazuki's girlfriend was murdered, and wanted him to avenge Motokami Nanako, but after hesitating again and again, he still did not do it. So Motokami Kazuki confessed the murder he had committed in anger.

Of course, it also includes asking him to take part of the responsibility for killing Nanako, commit suicide with the evidence of the murder, and take the blame on himself.

After he sobered up, Tang Ze had a long phone call with him, carefully analyzing the situation of Ben Shanghe Shu and telling him that he must not agree to this unreasonable request out of guilt.

"He keeps saying that he did it for his sister, but Mizutani, think about it carefully." Karasawa's steady voice sounded particularly soothing through the radio waves. "If he really loves his sister and respects her decision, why would he choose a method that would lead directly to you? You can't have any extra fantasies about him just because he is the only family member of Nanako who has supported your relationship. This is murder, Mizutani, the most important thing you should do is call the police."

Tang Ze's logic was very clear, his emotions were vented, and Mizutani Kosuke, who was in a slightly more rational state, quickly understood it.

The Greek letters left on the mahjong tiles, the crime scene arranged strictly according to the Big Dipper...

Motokami Kazuki did not hesitate to use such a time-consuming and laborious method, carrying living people all over Japan, just to put the blame on him at this moment.

If these arrangements had not been made from the very beginning, they would not have been possible.

However, after much hesitation, Mizutani Hirosuke decided to keep the appointment.

After all, they were the relatives of his beloved girlfriend. He should settle the matter face to face and persuade them to surrender themselves.

"...That's probably the plan." Mizutani Kousuke finished speaking, and seeing Tang Ze's helpless expression, he scratched his face, "I know, I took it for granted."

Tang Ze shook his head, but was not surprised by his decision.

There is a high probability that Mizutani Kousuke's plan will not succeed. If he was really such an eloquent person, he would not have been unable to get past his girlfriend's parents.

Motogami Kazuki, who premeditatedly and brutally murdered six people, has a high chance of being sentenced to death even if he surrenders himself and repents. It is too difficult to expect him to repent at the cost of his own life.

"Okay, now that you're here, I think there's no use in persuading you. Here, take it." Tang Ze took a few steps closer and handed the small bag in his hand to Mizutani Kosuke.

This move put him between him and the bag on the table, successfully blocking Mizutani Kousuke's sight.

Tang Ze's fingers nimbly reached back, opened the drawstring pocket on the side of Mizutani Kosuke's bag, quickly clamped the memory card, and replaced the fake in his hand into it.

"What is it?" Mizutani Kosuke, who had long lost his guard against Tang Ze, took the bag he handed over.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a bottle of pepper spray.

"This is not necessary..." Mizutani Kosuke raised his head and felt a little amused.

"You should not hesitate to treat people with the greatest malice. He is the murderer who killed six people." Tang Ze clenched his right hand and made a downward swinging motion. "One-handed stab, one-shot kill."

Motokazu Shu's murderous intent was very strong, and his character was likely completely distorted due to Kiharakawa's intervention.

The reason why he asked Mizutani Kousuke out so confidently tonight must be that he mistakenly believed that the other party had really killed Shindo Sumire.

When he found out that it was fake, he got so angry that he stabbed Mizutani Kosuke with a knife. The same thing is possible.

Mizutani Kosuke clenched the sprayer in his hand with a complicated expression.

On one side is the tragic death of his girlfriend, and the heavy pressure from his brother, and on the other side are the heavy weight of seven lives...

"But you're right, Tang Ze-kun. If Nanako knew about this, she would definitely not want to see her brother kill someone, and see me commit suicide because of it." When Mizutani Kousuke raised his head again, the original haze in his smile was gone, "Nanako, she is a kind and brave girl."

Being a nurse is not an easy job. His girl chose this profession precisely because she couldn't bear to see other people suffer.

Nanako, it's always been like this.

"Then you have to think about it carefully, Mizutani-kun." Tang Ze said seriously, "Such a kind and brave Nanako, when faced with a critical moment where one person is destined to stay behind, what choice will she make?"

"Huh?" Mizutani Kosuke, who had been being told by Honjo Kazuki that Nanako had died an unnatural death, was stunned.

Tang Ze patted him on the shoulder, turned and left without saying anything more.

He had to leave, if he was any slower Conan might find him.

"Hey, that's..." Suzuki Sonoko, who was walking towards the railing holding Kyogoku Makoto's arm, noticed the brown hair not far away and instinctively turned her head in that direction, "Karazawa? Is that right?"

But, that's impossible. Didn't Tang Ze also reject her and Ah Zhen's invitation...

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Vermouth looked at the dark room in front of her, frowned, and turned on the light in the room.

Under the white light, the man who was lying dazed on a pile of cans frowned and closed his eyes. He instinctively raised his hand to block the light from above his head.

"Don't turn on the light suddenly, it's blinding me..." The drunken man mumbled in an unclear voice, obviously drunk, "Who is it again..."

Smelling the pervasive odor of alcohol and looking at the dirty and messy safe house, Vermouth's brows furrowed deeply.

No wonder the Metropolitan Police Department's thorns would choose this guy as their assistant. He has the same temperament as Angel's father, a decadent and frustrated old policeman...

Irritated by the turbid air in the room, she stopped going forward to check on the other party's condition and just said coldly: "Adachi Toru, huh? Follow me."

"Huh? What's wrong? What big shot wants me to do again?" The man lying on the sofa yawned and blinked a few times before he sat up slowly and stood up shakily with the help of the sofa back. "What are your instructions? I'll obey you."

Vermouth looked at his still slightly drunk face, then looked at his wrinkled suit and shirt, and had no patience to communicate with him at all.

A decadent rogue who surrendered to the organization by unscrupulously bullying the weak and became part of a huge network of violence. There are plenty of guys like him in the organization.

If it wasn't for the purpose of strangling Ireland to death, she would not have had the patience to let this man live.

However, I am definitely not the only one who hates this person.

Other things can be faked, but this is a fact that he was involved in Tang Zezhao's case and caused him serious physical harm...

I'm really looking forward to the scene where this guy messes with Kumail and gets killed by the scheming bad boy.

"Let's go. The organization has decided to let you continue to take over this identity." Vermouth was too lazy to look at him any more. After throwing the things in her hand over, she walked directly out of the safe house. "You know what to say and what not to say."

This is an insignificant identity. Originally, if Ireland's mission went smoothly, this useless detective would naturally "die accidentally" when the mission was completed.

But now, Ireland has touched something it shouldn't have touched, so there needs to be a reason for Ireland's "accidental death."

Vermouth didn't even consider the option that Adachi Toru might disagree. She had studied this man's background. He would be so happy to be able to return to a place like Tokyo and walk into the Metropolitan Police Department to show off again. How could he possibly refuse?

She waited for a few seconds, and sure enough, she heard the sound of a phone being dialed behind her.

"Hello, is this the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? My name is Adachi Toru, and I'm a case consultant transferred from Kyoto... Here's the thing, I have something to tell you. After I arrived in Tokyo from Izu, I was attacked on the way to my residence..."

After hearing this, Vermouth was too lazy to pay any more attention. She put on her motorcycle helmet and sent out the prepared email.

[Ireland has been exposed, and the Metropolitan Police Department has realized that he is a fake. I am on my way to urgently pick up Adachi Toru himself. ]

It was because of the appearance of Adachi Toru himself that Ireland was exposed to the Metropolitan Police Department, and there was certainly no need for her to tell them such details.

He had lost contact several times during the mission, had conflicts with Kumail and temporarily replaced his assistant, etc., which had already caused Ireland to lose points. Once this email was sent, it would become his death warrant.

Vermouth got on her motorcycle and turned to look at Adachi Toru, who was gaiting unsteadily as he finished his phone call and walked out of the room.

"Okay, follow the backup plan and report to the Metropolitan Police Department." Vermouth said rudely in an imperative tone and stepped on the accelerator.

Two headlights lit up, and the gracefully curved motorcycle and the beautiful rider in a tights quickly disappeared at the end of the road.