The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Huihara Ai listened quietly to Tang Ze's description. After a while, she held her chin and briefly summarized: "So, your idea is that the massacre that took place in the Twilight Mansion forty years ago also caused a similar phenomenon, which aroused the organization's interest in the cognitive world. It is also because of this that they firmly believe in the existence of the cognitive world?"

"Yes." Karasawa nodded, observing the expression on his sister's face, "The Karasuma Group is problematic, you know that, Shiho."

Regarding whether the boss of the organization is Karasuma Renya, whether the boss of the organization is still Karasuma Renya, or whether the other party's identity will change after drug A takes effect, Karasawa, who has not been exposed to the core content of the organization, does not know. However, both he and Miyano Shiho can confirm that the Karasuma family has an inseparable relationship with the organization.

After all, he and Haibara Ai's parents fell into the control of the organization after they accepted the olive branch from the Karasuma Group and joined their pharmaceutical company. Karasuma Pharmaceutical is one of the organizations' research institutes that operate in society, and this is an undoubted part.

Why on earth would the organization suddenly accept Tang Ze Yichuan's fantastic theoretical system, even to the extent of establishing half of the research line based on his research? Obviously, his father himself has never entered any cognitive world.

"Except that they witnessed the cognitive world through other channels and discovered its existence, I can't think of any other answer." Tang Ze pointed to the tall building outside the window again, "So, I want to verify it. Although there are many differences, this is the closest occasion we can find to that bloody night."

"Is it also to verify this hypothesis that we brought that mystery geek along?" Haibara Ai asked uncertainly as she looked at Noah who was smiling and waving at her on the monitor.

Ever since they decided to activate the plan to resurrect the dead and step into the deeper and more taboo areas of cognitive science, the Phantom Thieves' actions and decisions have basically not been concealed from her. So even though she hasn't entered that world yet and doesn't know if she will have the chance to enter again, she has been able to roughly outline the Phantom Thieves' routes of action and capabilities, and she also knows that the Phantom Thieves' members will face dangerous battle scenes.

She was really curious about what role a little detective, who would occasionally fall into crisis because of his personal fighting ability in real life, could play.

"That's not the case." Tang Ze spread his hands calmly, "I bring him here mainly for fun."

"Hey..." The hand that Haibara Ai was supporting her chin slipped, and the serious atmosphere of the discussion that had finally come together disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I'm not kidding. I don't plan to let him really enter that world, but if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, it will be difficult for him to understand how we put my father's theory into practice." Tang Ze patted his sister's fluffy hair twice. "Besides, his brain working on its own is really interesting, isn't it?"

Although the cognitive environment here is different and what he sees is definitely not completely the true face of the cognitive world, Tang Ze is really curious about how he will understand all this.

The others who were doing other work and sorting out documents in the car looked at each other and saw the same curiosity on each other's faces.

Don't tell me, don't tell me, it's really curious...

So when the hour hand pointed to 12 o'clock, Conan, who sneaked out of the room, saw all the members of the Phantom Thieves fully armed and ready for battle.

You know, since the number of members of the Phantom Thieves has been increasing and everyone has been busy with their own things, it is really rare to have the opportunity to gather everyone together to put on Phantom Thieves' costumes and start a battle together.

"You, what are you doing..." Seeing everyone turning their heads to look at him, Conan couldn't help but take a step back.

While eating, he had already seen the members of the Phantom Thieves led by Joker, who had disguised himself as Tang Ze.

It might be because they had all changed into regular clothes. Although I could feel that each of them had their own unique temperament, overall they looked like a group of handsome men and beautiful women with good looks. Apart from that, there seemed to be nothing special about them.

Now that they have all changed into their own clothes, the visual impact of this unique style of dressing with uniform colors is indescribable.

Anyway, Conan didn't dare to speak.

"You're here, quite punctual." Tang Ze raised his hand and greeted, "It's almost time."

"Time? What time?" Seeing Joker waving at him, Conan carefully walked out from behind the pillar and walked towards Joker, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and was hidden in the center.

Hearing the other party mention the time, he lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

The minute hand is slowly approaching 12 o'clock, and there are only two minutes left until midnight.

"Of course, it's a time for fairy tales and fantasy." Tang Ze took Conan's hand and led him up the stairs to the huge oil painting hanging in the center of the hall. "It's 12 o'clock, and Cinderella's magic will soon fail."

Conan wanted to complain when he heard the other party use this metaphor again, but when he looked up and saw the huge oil painting approaching and becoming more and more oppressive, he felt the change in the atmosphere and couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

He is like Alice, who is being led by Mr. Rabbit and is about to pass through the cave. He may see a completely different side of the world in the next period of time.

The Joker's teasing metaphor seems to be slowly becoming a reality.

"What will happen after the magic loses its effect?" Conan grabbed Joker's gloved hand and couldn't help asking.

The other party repeatedly emphasized 12 o'clock and asked everyone to wait here. It was obvious that this was not something made up to fool him. This time had special significance.

"When the magic loses its effect, you will be captured by the scary old lady wandering around the castle." Looking down at Conan's nervous expression but trying hard to stay calm, Tangze smiled.

The next second, he easily picked up the little boy in his hands, jumped up, climbed onto the frame of the painting, and jumped in lightly as if climbing over a railing.

Conan, who was expecting to be taken to a secret passage in the castle, looked at the painting getting closer and closer and couldn't help shouting, "Hey! What are you doing...!"

Before he could finish his next words, his face hit the canvas.

Conan instinctively held his breath, but what greeted him was not the expected impact and pain, but a sticky and subtle smell that filled his entire respiratory tract, as if thick paint had suddenly crowded into his mouth, and the scene before his eyes was violently distorted.

He seemed to have really jumped into a messy palette and couldn't help coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"Oh my, that seems like a big reaction."

Conan was coughing violently with his hands covering his mouth and nose. A cold hard glass object was stuffed into his mouth, and cool liquid poured into his mouth. The strong feeling of suffocation and the burnt smell finally subsided.

Not caring what it was, he quickly drank the tube of liquid. The feeling of dizziness and vomiting finally disappeared, and he had time to raise his head and observe the surrounding environment.

He was caught by Joker and jumped into the painting, but behind them was a tightly closed tall door.

The surroundings were dark, but that darkness was not caused by a lack of light, but rather...

"Black paint?" He stretched out his hand and touched the ground beneath his feet, expressing his first feeling.

He raised his head again and looked upwards in the direction of the only source of light.

In the boundless darkness, an upward staircase extended from the platform where they were standing. At the end of the staircase was a pure white archway, which had no shape at all, in contrast to the pure black of the paint-like surface.

This was a bizarre scene that defied the rules of reality, as if he had walked directly into the world of the painting.

Instinctively, Conan had a subtle feeling.

If he wasn't wearing the glasses, perhaps these "paints" would not only rush into his sense of smell and taste, but the chaotic colors would also directly disrupt his vision.

He turned his head and looked at the other Phantom Thieves who fell silently from a height one after another and landed around them. He quickly made an association and muttered quietly: "So, this is why you wear these things on your faces?"

Since his plain glasses can serve as "protection", their costumes with special powers should play a greater role.

"We call it a 'mask'." Tang Ze raised his hand and touched the cloth that covered his eyes but miraculously did not block any of his vision. "You may understand why in a while. Follow me, Detective-kun, our next journey will not be smooth sailing."

After saying this, Tang Ze turned his head and looked at the two doors painted on the wall behind him. They were not so much doors as they were decorated doors. He smiled meaningfully.

Outside the frame, after the last member of the Phantom Thieves jumped into the painting lightly, more than ten seconds later, the minute hand of the wall clock in the hall finally moved forward one notch, pointing to the small scale to the right of 12.

A slight friction sound caused by the wall moving came from the corridor on the first floor.

Masuo Mamiya walked out of the darkness with a stick in his hand.

She walked slowly into the hall with a gloomy face. The skin on her face was dry and sagging, forming large wrinkles. When she walked from the shadow to the light, the light and shadow on her face were uneven and distorted, as if countless cracked black shadows broke out from under her loose skin and poured out.

The quiet hall was empty and deserted, with only the European-style wall lamps on the wall and the crystal chandelier hanging in the center emitting faint light dutifully.

Masuo Mamiya looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that she didn't see any traces, she looked out the window on the corridor at the RV parked in the rain on the lawn outside.

The door of the RV was closed tightly, and the blinds were tightly shut. Faint light seeped through the gaps between the shutters, and a faint rhythmic sound of music could be heard. Along with the sound of rain and wind, it sounded like a weak cry when it entered the castle.

Fortunately, this group of people were sensible and basically did not enter the castle to live. The only people who actually entered the castle's guest rooms were a group of old people and children, who were all easy to deal with and control.

Otherwise, she might not be able to control herself and would want to turn the young man's almost provocative words at the table into reality and commit a few murders in her sleep.

It's really troublesome. Why would such a group of people come to her door? Although her inner self is not as old as her appearance, she is just a woman with limited power.

Compared with the young people in their prime, the old man and the group of elementary school students were much easier to deal with. Even if someone really accidentally discovered the secret passage of the castle, she could use her familiarity with the terrain to easily crush the intruding little ants to death.

Just be patient. Judging from the confident look on that young man's face, I'm afraid they already have the answer to this puzzle.

Several years had passed, and everything she had been pursuing was within reach and within easy reach, and she had plenty of patience.

She dragged the stick and disappeared at the entrance of another secret passage.

It was not until the wall was completely turned over and the secret passage door disappeared again that Xingchuan Hui poked his head out of the shadows, glanced in the direction where she was standing, and curled his lips.

He did not walk towards the painting. Instead, he took out his cell phone, pressed two buttons, and disappeared into the hall.

"…What the hell, she installed it on her." Tang Ze's mouth twitched after hearing his description, "She acted like she was some big boss. She dared to come and check out the noise in the hall. If I were her, I would have dodged her without even having time."

Please, even though the fake Mamiya Masuyo is not a real old lady, she is just a maid who acts alone.

In the original plot, she was able to successfully sneak attack Conan and the doctor and create so much panic and oppression, all because of the complex secret passages in the castle and the fact that the people who came were all old people and children with no fighting power.

Even if only Mao Lilan came along, she would be beaten into the wall and wouldn't be able to get out if she wasn't careful.

Just like today, if she dared to arrive one minute earlier, her old arms and legs would not be enough for them to share, right?

"Maybe he's been wandering around the castle for too long and has an illusion." Xingchuan Hui rolled his eyes. "If we didn't want to test and verify, I don't think we would have needed to come in. This guy has no fighting ability at all."

Although this maid, whose real name was Mutsumi Nishikawa, had caused many tragedies and killed more than a dozen people because of her greed, just like now, those lives were not killed directly by her. She just lit a fire and then locked the door of the tower.

She was a monster who lived in the shadows, surviving by hiding, a twisted lunatic who had abandoned her own life and face, and that was all.

"It is necessary to come in. Someone should demand an explanation for the lives of those innocent people." Tang Ze shrugged.

Before Hoshikawa Teru could say something else, Conan's excited voice came over. He immediately took a step back and hid himself in the shadows again.

"Oh, I think I found a way to enter this gate!" The detective stood up excitedly after searching here and there for a long time, "There should be a place to put the chess pieces, let me look for it..."

"Well, keep it up." The leader of the Phantom Thieves kindly closed his third eye and gave an encouraging voice.