The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Yuga Kyosuke looked down at the old guy who was curled up in a ball, looking pitiful and miserable. He closed the two violin cases in his hands, and his face showed no expression of sadness or joy, and even a little bored.

This was his last enemy, and perhaps he was not dead yet, but he was not in a hurry.

Even if Shitara Choichiro survived tonight, his body was already on the verge of collapse. He only had half a year left to live, and now everything he pursued had fallen apart.

It would be good if Shitara Choichiro could still hold on. He really wanted to see how this guy who had been strong and fierce all his life would face his last moments of loneliness and boredom.

His revenge should have come to an end here, but there was no joy in his heart, only a faint sadness.

In the end, is it still such a superficial desire?

Apart from this violin of ill-gotten origin, do these people have nothing else to desire in their lives, nothing else they cherish?

Yuga Kyosuke closed his eyes and heard the melody of the Requiem again from the screams around him, from the crying of Shitara Renki, and from the more secret whispers.

He felt sad, but he didn't know for whom.

Perhaps, it was not for this tragic family, but for the dusty Stradivarius pearl in his arms.

He closed his eyes completely, and along with the melody, he also fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, hey, why did someone faint here too..."

"Help him over there first, and be careful with the piano in his arms..."

"Do you think that what happened tonight could be him...?"

"Silence."

"He has a lot of perseverance." Asai Narimi used his fingers to comb the different-colored hair on his cheeks and sighed softly, "He can activate his ability like that and still hold on until the last second. He is quite amazing."

"His ability is even more powerful than that." Miyano Akemi, who had transformed herself into a noblewoman with the black veil of her hat covering her face, raised the champagne in her hand with ease. "It can make people express their true feelings and hear the most authentic voice that cannot be faked. This kind of 'absolute pitch' is so useful that it's a bit exaggerated. If someone knew about it, they would probably try every means to capture him."

There are always too many lies in the real world. A guy who has a way to make people unable to hide in front of him will definitely pose a threat to many people to a level that is enough to drive them to kill.

"Only pure people can see pure voices. He is a pure guy who is a little paranoid. Otherwise, the leader would not have changed his style and designed such a plan to protect him." Asai Narimi, who has been with him for several days, has a lot of experience. "Joker was even careful not to let the other party discover his true identity this time, just to protect Yuga Kyosuke."

"He is indeed a person with a pure heart." Miyano Akemi took out a card from her small handbag and handed it to Asai Narimi.

Asai Narimi, who didn't know what was going on, unfolded the letter and saw a line of handwriting in a strong style that was so powerful that it could be seen through the back of the paper.

"To my son Kyosuke:

This is the gift your parents prepared for you. Since you have chosen the violin, I hope you can concentrate on listening to the end of the music and let it accompany you until the last moment.

I hope you like it and that it grows with you.”

After reading the text above, Asai Narumi immediately understood when this message would come and what it was about.

I guess this is the greeting card that Shitara Tanjiro wrote thirty years ago when he was about to give it to his son, with deep love and earnest expectations for his child.

Shitara Choichirō, who tried to blur its origin and claim it as his own, would definitely not have kept this thing and would have destroyed it long ago.

At that time, it should have been difficult for Yuga Kyosuke, who was only 2 years old, to understand it, so he wanted to know what his father had left behind, and what his father, who bought the guitar for him, expected him to do. Perhaps it was this longing that became the anchor for his longing for his parents and his madness after knowing the truth.

Everyone in this family, except the young and naive Renki Shitara, has Stradivari as their secret treasure in the palace.

Only Hanega Kyosuke's secret treasure turned into an ordinary greeting card that followed Qin.

"No wonder even a scheming guy like Leader wants to help him, but doesn't want to see him really lose everything and have nothing." Asai Narimi stood in this hall filled with many more wronged souls and sighed for the first time tonight, "Pure people are always rare."

"Okay, stop being sentimental. It's time for us to go." Miyano Akemi took back the greeting card, drank the wine in her hand, pressed the greeting card against the edge of the vase, and took a few steps back.

Asai Narumi also followed her, stepping on the shadows and into the blind spot of the corner.

Conan raised his head as if sensing something, and looked around the hall. Feeling that something was missing, he frowned and thought for a few seconds.

By the way, the “Chao Ju Zheng Si” who was dressed very conspicuously is missing.

After looking around twice and not finding anyone, Conan secretly said "cunning" in his heart.

The piano was handed to Haga Kyosuke from his hands. If there really was something fishy going on, he would be the only one who knew about it, except Haga Kyosuke himself.

In order to avoid possible questioning, you just slipped away, right?

Thinking of this, he looked at Tang Ze with a hidden look, who easily lifted up the unconscious Yuga Kyosuke and helped him to the ambulance outside.

The Phantom Thieves used their abilities to complete an "impossible crime" in full view of everyone. Did Karasawa, who also possessed similar powers, really have no idea?

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"I feel it, Mr. Yuga Kyosuke, you should have some special power too."

Faced with Conan's tentative question, Tang Ze touched his chin and pretended to recall something.

"It was probably when he was playing the Requiem. I felt a little bit of spiritual suggestion. But he doesn't have any relevant background. Even if he really has similar powers, it would be difficult for him to actively use them to do anything. You know, it's normal for top musicians to play infectious music."

"Is that so..." Conan frowned and stopped talking when he saw Renki Shitara walking out of the interrogation room with a lost expression.

"Uncle Xiangfu admitted it. He said that he dressed like this on purpose to provoke grandpa and grandma. He also said that two years ago, when he was interrogating Eimi's grandmother, she was stimulated and unfortunately fell to her death. He got inspiration from this and thought that those who killed his father must be guilty, so he dressed like this on purpose and deliberately chose "Requiem" to force them to lose their composure in public..."

"Well, in that case, it's difficult to determine that he had the intention to murder." After listening to her description, Kogoro Mori gave a fair evaluation based on his own experience.

As soon as Shitara Ayane was put into the ambulance, she was pronounced dead. Although Shitara Choichiro was successfully sent to the hospital, he was eventually diagnosed with acute cerebral hemorrhage. Just recently, he was also determined to be brain dead. Although he is now lying in the ICU and still breathing, the soul in that old body has already entered heaven.

Having lost so many family members at once, Shitara Renki was very emotionally unstable. It was impossible for Maori Kogoro to say coldly that the commission was over at this time. He followed the previous pattern and accompanied Shitara Renki to the hospital, completed the formalities, and then went to the police station to take a statement.

"Oh, so that's it..." Shitara Renxi lowered her head and nodded listlessly, her hands tightly clenching the fabric of her skirt, and she was obviously still struggling in her heart.

Although it is impossible to be convicted of direct murder, the objective fact is that one of her relatives killed her other relatives last night, even including her father who died a year ago.

However, Yuga Xiangfu's teacher was famous, and he was in a more helpless state than she was now. She couldn't really bear resentment towards this uncle who always doted on her...

"Ms. Shitara! Oh, luckily you're still here." A head popped out of the office of the Investigation Division 1, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a group of people standing in the corridor. He walked over quickly, "Detective Maori, Karasawa-kun, and Xiaolan and Conan, you're all here."

Tang Ze looked at the subtle expression on Takagi Wataru's face and always felt that this was not what he wanted to say in the second half of his sentence.

Well, maybe he wanted to say something like "You guys showed great power this time" or "You guys are worthy of me".

After all, from the perspective of the Investigation Division, although the unnatural deaths in the Shitara family on the birthday party were not isolated cases, the fact that the number of deaths was doubled this year must be related to these detectives and their families.

"What's wrong, officer? Is there anything I missed?" Renxi Shitara turned around.

"Oh, no. The trace examination has finished its inspection. You can take Qin back." Gao Mushi handed the letter in his hand to her. "There are many witnesses and video footage. The case will not be classified as a homicide. So the evidence can be taken back."

The violin is worth hundreds of millions of yen. When the trace investigators scan its fingerprints, they want to burn incense and bathe it first, and then offer it up for scanning. If anything goes wrong with it in the police station, their entire annual budget will have to be used to pay for it.

"Eh? But, it seems that this piano is now illegally possessed by my grandfather, and I shouldn't take it away." Shitara Renxi looked carefully at the instructions for collecting evidence on the letter and quickly waved her hand to refuse.

"This is what Mr. Yuga Kyosuke insisted on. He said he wanted to return the piano to you." Takagi Shige scratched his head, "I don't quite understand, but he said, 'I have found what I want most.'"

Last night, Tang Ze, who sent the person to the ambulance and stuffed the greeting card left by his teammates into Yuga Xiangsuke's pocket, lowered his head, hiding his merit and fame.

The main target of their Phantom Thieves this time is the mastermind behind the scenes, and there won't be any trace left out.

"Huh?" Shitara Renki was extremely surprised, but she had no choice but to take the paper he handed over and looked at the signature of Haga Kyosuke on it, unable to recover for a long time.

Yuga Kyosuke, who had coldly killed so many of his relatives and seemed to be extremely cold and unrequited towards family affection, handed over this treasure that was at the center of the storm and caused so many tragedies to her without any hesitation.

Uncle Kyosuke, who are you?

"Take it." Maori Kogoro looked at her trembling hands and comforted her, "I think this is what Mr. Yuga wanted. He probably felt that no matter what, it was he who caused you to lose your father, and you are as lonely and helpless as he was back then, so he wanted to give it to you as compensation. This is not what he wanted, but he can only give you this, so take it."

Renxi Shitele tightened her fingers, bit her lips, and lowered her head again.

"Okay, let's hurry up and get the stuff from the evidence room. I'll take you back to Shitara's house later." Maori Kogoro checked the time and reminded, "Our commission has ended. Miss Renxi, although I'm very sad, it's time to say goodbye."

Even if they can comfort each other's emotions, such comfort is only superficial after all, and they cannot stay with each other forever.

Renki Shitara still has to face the cruel reality, cheer herself up and continue her life.

Renxi Shitara, who was staring at the documents in her hands without saying a word, took a deep breath.

"No, it's not over yet, Mr. Maori." She raised her head and looked back with a firm gaze. "I remember that your wife is a very good lawyer. That night, I received her business card along with yours. Does she have any appointments now? Is she willing to accept new commissions?"