The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Oh, you want to cooperate with the library to hold an event, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Director." The beautiful Shimabukuro Kimie adjusted her hair and looked very gentle. "I just hope that my child can have more opportunities to read books in the nursery. After discussion with our parents' committee, we chose the Mika Library. You have a large collection of books in the children's area... You can invite some media to interview the activities here, or do you have any other suggestions..."

In order to increase the harmlessness of her image, Shimabukuro Kimie, who already had a gentle appearance, found the director's office, quickly fabricated an identity as a representative of the kindergarten's parent committee, and talked to the director about holding cooperative activities.

How should I put it? After joining the Phantom Thieves, although we didn't learn anything else, with the captain's example in front of us, everyone's ability to tell lies with open eyes has visibly improved.

Shimabukuro Kimie sat at her desk, repeating honorifics and talking nonsense. At the coffee table next to her, Asai Narumi, who was sitting with his legs together and was equally reserved, began to observe his surroundings.

There have been some personnel changes in the Mika Library recently. The person seeking help, Kazuo Tamada, who posted on the message board, claimed that when he was sorting books in the children's book area, he discovered that the new director was suspected of using the book import channel to smuggle banned drugs.

Therefore, the direction of their action this time was to take the initiative to contact the curator and ask him to take them to the children's book area for a visit and study.

As long as the reasons are appropriate, coupled with some media publicity, education and public welfare and other publicity methods, there is no reason for a public library director to not accept such activities. In addition, if there are really some sensitive issues in this area, the more they are mentioned, the more obvious the director's guilt will be, and he will definitely return later to repeat the inspection.

So no matter whether the curator accepts or refuses, as long as he really has a problem, we can see clues from his behavior.

"Is that so..." The curator, Moriwaki Fumita, whose hairline had already receded very far, looked secretly at the two people in front of him and pretended to be hesitant.

Generally speaking, people who can serve as representatives of the Parents' Committee must be people with higher status among the parents of the children's class. If they are not very rich, it means that they have a say in other aspects.

The manners and speaking styles displayed by these two ladies did fit these characteristics, so although he felt something was not right when he heard about the children's book area, he couldn't say anything in the face of these two polite and beautiful ladies.

However, Moriwaki Fumita is not very panicked so far.

Activities? Can you agree to it first?

The larger the event, the more formal the event, the more time and process required. After finalizing the process, he still has a long time to plan and move things in the library and warehouse, so that no problems will be exposed because of an event.

Thinking of this, he put on a very standard flattering smile on his face: "This is a very good activity, it can really increase children's interest in reading. But we have a lot of different types of books in our collection, if we don't leave enough time to organize the book list..."

He was about to continue arguing when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Moriwaki Fumita frowned and looked over. Just as he saw the employee's face and was about to scold him, he heard the other party say in a panic: "Oh no, Director, it seems that Tamada hurt the child while arranging the bookshelves..."

"what?!"

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"Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you? You're so old that you can't even move things steadily!"

"Conan, Conan, do you have a headache?"

"You were hitting people on purpose, we all saw it!"

The curator rushed down after being notified by the staff, and at first glance he saw people crowded around.

Tamada Kazuo, holding a box of books in his hands, was saying something with a panicked look on his face. Opposite him, four children huddled together and stared at him warily, while people around them were pointing and talking. The children's reading area, which was originally quiet with only children in it, was now crowded with more than a dozen adults, and the whole area was bustling with noise.

When the curator saw the box of books in Yutian's hand, he pursed his lips and felt his throat tighten.

His strategy was by no means foolproof. Compared to those experienced criminals, it could even be said that his method of concealment was very poor.

These things simply cannot withstand scrutiny. What if...

"What's wrong? Please make way. I'm the curator here. Please make way..."

Moriwaki Fumita hurriedly walked forward, squeezed past the people around him, and squeezed into the inner circle.

A little boy wearing glasses raised his hand to cover his forehead and cried loudly. Faint traces of blood could be seen between his fingers. Two or three drops of liquid splashed on the corner of the box in Yutian Henan's hand, which appeared a dark brown color on the corrugated paper.

The crowd of onlookers were whispering, and on their way over, Moriwaki Fumita caught some very unpleasant words, such as that a child was arguing with him, or that the child was too naughty and blocked the employees' way.

Judging from the situation at the scene, regardless of whether the collision between Yutian and the man was intentional or unintentional, it is a fact that he injured a child in public and was holding the weapon that caused the injury in his hand.

Moriwaki Bunta, who was most afraid of something happening but unexpectedly got into trouble, felt dizzy.

Shimabukuro Kimie and Asai Narimi, who arrived at the scene a little slower than him, walked past the crowd and saw Edogawa Conan sitting on the ground and rolling around. They looked at each other and immediately guessed about 70% of the truth.

This was probably not an accident or a physical conflict. It was most likely that the little detective had discovered something fishy about the children's book section and was trying to create some eye-catching incidents to attract onlookers or even the police.

Although the method was a bit dirty, and it seemed that the employee named Yutian was indeed quite frightened, it was indeed very effective.

Originally, Tamada Kazuo might be in danger, but now, even if the curator is really a vicious drug dealer, he doesn't have the ability to erase the memories of dozens of people and leave them to die, right?

"The kid has been led astray after all..." Asai Narumi sighed quietly while taking out his cell phone and pretending to call the police.

I don’t know what Tang Ze usually showed to this upright detective. In short, this time Conan really used the advantages of his identity to the extreme.

A child was hit by a library employee in the children's reading area of ​​the library. This topic can easily touch on many sensitive points and attracts much more media attention than any reading activities in kindergartens and libraries. The most feared thing for criminals who hide their heads and tails is too much attention.

"Yeah, I was really led astray." Shimabukuro Kimie took out her phone and quickly took a few photos. She also replied in a low voice, "No matter how I think about it, it's Tang Ze's fault for always using his identity to fish."

Likes to do what is right, has a criminal record, has been excluded and bullied... The child left by the Tangze couple, who inherited their academic legacy and wealth, is a rare autistic patient who has been confirmed to be cured...

Tang Ze's normal identity has too many buffs, which makes him an easy target for attack. However, Tang Ze possesses strong enough strength in various senses beneath this surface, which allows him to sit back and relax.

Looking back at his various experiences of traveling with those classmates with prone bodies, he really made the most of the advantages of his identity.

It was only natural that Conan, inspired by him, finally discovered the unique advantages of being a naughty kid.

"That's good too. I think the little detective is now quite open-minded..."

The two of them were evaluating leisurely in the back, and Moriwaki Bunta, who was standing inside, was sweating.

Mixed in the sealed book box in Yutian's hand were a dozen or so defective books that were hollowed out in the middle and stuffed with goods. Not far from them, in the movable bookshelf at the end of the reading area, there were fake hollow books without spines that were used to disguise as the books in the middle to prevent them from being taken away.

If the police came and determined that this was intentional injury, and cordoned off this place as a scene of investigation...

"Yutian! You bastard, what's wrong with you!" This panic turned into a raging rage, and his expression twisted as he roared, "You work in the children's book section, how come you can't even notice a child in front of you?! Why don't you apologize and send the child to the hospital! This is entirely your personal problem, and we are not responsible for paying for it!"

While he was yelling, he secretly wanted to make the incident into one where Tamada Kazuo was careless when transporting the books and did not notice the short child, thus causing the accident.

As long as it is not considered a case that needs to be investigated, some civil compensation issues are easy to resolve.

Confused and frightened, Tamada Kazuo shrank his neck. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the little boy who was sitting on the ground and several other children raised their heads and looked blankly in the direction of Moriwaki Bunta.

The next second, a cry that was octave higher in pitch was heard.

This time, not only Conan who was sitting on the ground, but even Yoshida Ayumi, who was worriedly trying to check on his injuries, let out a thunderous cry.

“Wow——How fierce——”

"This uncle is so scary, wow——"

The crowd watching silently looked at Moriwaki Bunta, whose expression was frozen.

Moriwaki Fumita had a long, thin face with deep nasolabial folds, and a hairline that was consistent with what a middle-aged man of his age should have, revealing a large blank forehead.

This makes his wrinkled eyes look like the eyes of a goldfish, protruding slightly from his face. Combined with his sunken cheekbones, it has to be said that when he shows a ferocious and angry expression on this face, not only will it scare children to tears, but many adults would probably easily see him again in nightmares after seeing him.

Sensing that the situation was favorable, Shimabukuro Kimie immediately pinched her throat and made a voice that was not quite the same as her own: "How can you swear in front of a child? This is the responsibility of your library."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Asai Narimi understood and immediately followed up: "That's right. What do you mean you are not responsible for compensation? This injury was sustained in your library."

"Really? The library director is so uncultured. I'm going to file a complaint against you."

"It seems like he is a new curator, his quality is really poor..."

"No wonder the staff training is so inadequate..."

With the two of them hiding in the crowd and leading the charge, all sorts of accusations directed at the director soon began to surface, and as Moriwaki Bunta tried to refute them, the accusations became more and more intense.

Conan, who had been howling all the time, only let out a sigh of relief at this moment, then apologetically tugged at the sleeve of Ayumi, who was really crying her eyes out.

He had already informed several other classmates before the scam, so at first, they were just being unreasonable, but he didn't expect that Ayumi would be scared to tears by the curator.

...However, this curator is indeed a little scary. Should we say that appearance reflects the mind?

"Give way, give way."

Just as the noise in the reading area was getting more and more intense, and even the entrance was gathering onlookers, a few more people began to squeeze into the crowd while talking.

Conan, with his hand still pressed tightly on the "wound", turned his head and his expression went blank for a moment.

A-Adachi Toru?!

Wait a minute, he wants to make a big deal out of it by committing fraud, preferably to the point where the police come to maintain order, but he doesn't want to attract such a policeman!

"Police, from the Investigation Section. What happened?" Matsuda Jinpei pulled out his fake ID from his pocket and showed it very skillfully. When he put it back into his breast pocket, he couldn't hold it back for a moment.

Everything he said was true. He had just been transferred to the First Investigation Division before his death. Theoretically, he was indeed a police officer in the First Investigation Division when he died.

Having been a policeman for so many years, he never thought that there would be a day when he would hold a fake certificate and use chicken feathers as a token of authority...

Life is so unpredictable.

"Accidents, just, just some accidents..." Moriwaki Bunta felt cold sweat instantly soaking the clothes on his back, and many beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead in an instant.

I originally wanted to calm the crowd to prevent anyone from calling the police, but I didn’t expect that there was no need to call the police because there were already police on the scene.

"Don't crowd here." Following behind him, Hagiwara Kenji, who was wearing sunglasses, first skillfully dispersed the crowd, and then, without saying anything more to Matsuda Jinpei, he took off a pair of handcuffs from his belt and handcuffed Tamada Kazuo, who was still holding the cardboard box, without saying anything, and said the line that made the curator dizzy, "Let's go to the police station to talk about it."

"Wait, wait a minute, officers, it was just an accident, it was really just an accident..."

"The police are enforcing the law, what are you doing?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows and scolded rudely, "If you stop me again, let's go to the police station together."

Hearing his rough law enforcement style, and recalling what Tang Ze said about handcuffing him without even a second thought, Conan inexplicably felt that the scene before him was too humorous: "..."

The corrupt police who maliciously abuse their law enforcement powers are violently arresting suspects involved in illegal transactions. Why is this scene so funny?

Speaking of using illegal means to detain illegal people, how should this be calculated...

Conan, with his hands covered in fake blood, couldn't help but fall into confusion.

"Ding-dong-"

On the other side of the corridor, Tang Ze, who had just walked out of the elevator, instinctively opened his third eye and took a look, and found that the tarot cards in front of him were so densely packed that they were almost stacked into a pile:?