The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"The new director's surname is Moriwaki..." Hoshikawa Teru leaned in to take a closer look at the photo on the hall board. After studying it for a while, he said uncertainly, "Why do I feel that this guy is about 70% similar to the original director?"

"It's not your illusion." Miyano Akemi pushed her glasses and answered seriously, "I think this is beyond ordinary coincidence."

The original director, Hideji Tsukawa, 57 years old, has worked in the Beika Library for many years and was promoted to the position of director step by step. It can be said that he knows the operation of the entire library very well.

It is far more reasonable to say that he used his moderately high position to cover up illegal transactions than to say that the new curator who was parachuted in got involved in such a difficult case.

But when he was in office, everything was fine. It was after Tsukawa Hideji hurriedly left the library that the new director was recommended by him and transferred in parallel...

"Could it be relatives, brothers, loved ones or something like that?" Xingchuan Hui tentatively guessed, "A criminal organization? Hiring relatives and friends is always more reliable than ordinary people who have nothing to do with them... Hmm?"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Miyano Akemi, who was originally discussing this issue with him, did not speak. Puzzled, he turned his head and found that Miyano Akemi was looking at him quietly with an indescribable look.

It took a few seconds for Xingchuan Hui to realize that this sentence seemed to have insulted both of them.

Be it him, Miyano Akemi, or even Karasawa and Huihara Ai, who was not implicated by the criminal organization as a relative or friend?

"Ahem," the somewhat embarrassed Xingchuan Hui cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, "This proves that what I said is indeed correct, right?"

"In fact, there is an even more cruel possibility." Miyano Akemi opened her mouth, looked at Hoshikawa Teru, and closed it again.

What she meant was that she might not be able to wait for any friends or relatives to inherit the position. If the original Hideharu Tsukawa was really as they guessed, with a shady background, then the more likely option would be for him to have plastic surgery to look like him, or for him to go out for plastic surgery, change his easily recognizable facial features, and return to his original position as if nothing had happened.

This sentence seemed to have touched upon Xingchuan Hui again, so she had no choice but to keep quiet.

"We don't have to be like this." Xingchuan Hui smiled bitterly, "Well, it's not our fault..."

They all had shady family backgrounds, but that was not what they wanted. They were all victims of the huge shadow cast by the organization, and even compared to those who died without any resistance, they could be considered the lucky ones.

Before he could continue, the loud sound of sirens suddenly broke the silence of the street.

Police cars drove closer and stopped in the spacious front yard of the Mihua Library, and some familiar faces came out one after another.

The two people who had just inquired about the library's personnel transfer issues on the first floor quickly found a chair to sit down, hiding themselves among the other curious visitors. Then they raised their heads and quietly looked at the serious-looking and hurried police officers: "Hey, it's the police officers from the Investigation Section. Why are they here?"

"It's not just the people from the Investigation Division." He instinctively covered his face with a newspaper and shrank down a little, and said vaguely, "The last two cars were filled with police officers from other departments."

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1 is mainly responsible for various vicious violent crimes related to personal safety. If it involves more economic crimes, or even... then it is normal for people outside the Investigation Division 1 to get involved.

"How come they came so quickly?" Miyano Akemi was surprised at first, then frowned, "With so many police officers suddenly visiting the Beihua Library, will it alert some people hiding in the dark in advance?"

In that case, they would slowly figure out Moriwaki Bunta's interpersonal relationships and cargo channel plans, which might be disrupted by this incident.

The two of them put down the magazines and newspapers in their hands, looked at each other, and quickly reached a silent understanding.

Plans cannot keep up with changes. You cannot give up your goals just because the original plan is unexpectedly terminated.

Now that the police have arrived, we must find as many clues and connections as possible as quickly as possible...

Based on their abilities, what is the fastest way to find clues?

When the two of them heard the police officers' footsteps passing through the hall and heading towards the elevator hall, they stood up at the same time and walked towards the bathroom.

When the thieves rushed to the impression space and were about to violently kick the door, Sato Miwako, who was standing in front of the elevator, turned her head in confusion and looked in the direction of the hall.

Strangely, she always felt as if someone was always watching this side.

However, when there was no major accident, the dispatch of so many police cars to the library in a high-profile manner was indeed a very eye-catching thing. After muttering to herself for a while, she withdrew her gaze and silently stared at the numbers jumping on the elevator LCD screen.

"I still don't think it's reliable." Takagi Shigeru tried to hold back, but perhaps because the presence of colleagues from other departments was too strong, he finally couldn't hold back and whispered, "After all, we are not in the task force anymore. Why can Adachi still order us around like this?"

In the last multi-county serial murder case, at the end of the incident, detectives trusted by the police, including the murderer, the original suspect who was nearly killed, Edogawa Conan, and Goro Akechi, testified that the story that Toru Adachi was attacked as soon as he arrived in Tokyo and was impersonated and came to the Metropolitan Police Department was finally believed.

As a result, the problems during the task force period were written off, and Adachi Toru was able to successfully join the Metropolitan Police Department as originally planned and became a non-staff criminal consultant.

...The original job title is actually quite long, but if you abbreviate it, his job is pretty much just this: using his personal experience to provide relevant consultation for certain special cases.

This position is very delicate, so his relationship with the Investigation Section is also very delicate.

His office was still very close to the First Investigation Division, and the anger of everyone in the First Investigation Division, who had been dissatisfied with him because of Tang Ze's case, had been completely consumed in the process of making things difficult for the counterfeit, so it would not be a good idea to settle accounts with them again.

After Adachi Toru officially joined the company, he behaved very low-key, contrary to his usual imposter style, and did not show any overly annoying traits, so the matter was easily covered.

Anyway, he didn't come to work every day. When he came, he usually just sat there for an hour or two, looked at some information and called up some files, and then left quietly. He didn't cause any impact on anyone's work, so everyone naturally got along well.

Therefore, when everyone suddenly received a request for support from Adachi Toru, it was as if they suddenly remembered that there was such a person, and they all felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"He wasn't really ordering us around," Shiratori Renzaburo said matter-of-factly. "He said on the phone that he had encountered a special situation and hoped we could provide support. Plus, he provided clues to a serious crime, so he wasn't overstepping our authority."

Upon hearing this, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but look sideways: "When did you betray, Shiratori?"

"What do you mean by betrayal?" Shiratori Renzaburo looked back calmly, "Actually, he's not that annoying, right?"

Moreover, if we put aside the filter of the past and think carefully about the meaningful tone of Officer Ayanokouji at the time, and then reconnect it with the statement that this person may be related to Karasawa's case, Adachi Toru's true identity becomes meaningful.

After all, right? Having an unclear relationship with higher-ups can be negative, but it can also be positive, right?

For example, he was actually a police officer secretly sent by Kyoto to investigate the truth of the Karasawa case. Or, someone at a higher level paid attention to this case and pretended that Adachi Toru was from Kyoto, and then let him investigate the truth of the Karasawa case naturally...

Shiratori's nerves in this regard are more sensitive than those of his colleagues whose thoughts would never extend to intrigue. He quickly saw the clues from Adachi Toru's identity and is now in a very calm state of mind.

"You're right, he does give me a feeling that he's hard to hate." Sato Miwako suddenly replied.

He has a lazy style of doing things, and is not smart or capable at all. He just seems to be muddling through the days. Logically, Adachi Toru should be the type of policeman that Sato Miwako hates the most.

However, when the "real Toru Adachi" came to report to them, she instinctively felt that this guy might not be a bad person.

With this person, the conclusions she reached intuitively and rationally were completely opposite. It was a very subtle feeling indeed.

Unexpectedly, when she suddenly said this, the faces of the two people who were originally discussing in a relatively harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.

When the elevator reached the third floor and they walked out of the elevator car, Shiratori Nisaburo and Takagi Wataru had already tensed up their faces, no longer as calm as when they first arrived.

Jinpei Matsuda, who had been sitting in the children's reading area and illegally cordoned off the scene for a while, looked at the two of them strangely, but when he lowered his head and glanced at the cardboard box at Tamada Kazuo's feet, he felt that it was quite reasonable.

It's a drug-related case, and it also involves some illegal issues of abusing one's position for dereliction of duty. Perhaps a thorough investigation of the relevant cultural departments and customs, etc. is needed. It's a big case for the Metropolitan Police Department, so it's normal to treat it seriously.

So he didn't care about the serious faces of his former colleagues. He pointed at Conan, who was squatting beside the bookshelf, looking down at the marks on the ground in deep thought, and said in an attitude that was very consistent with his current character: "It was this detective kid. I don't know what he found, but he suddenly grabbed this gentleman, crying and making a fuss, asking him to take responsibility. I took a look and thought the situation was not good, so I called you here."

Compared to Conan, the chosen detective who can accurately identify the person involved in a case just by reading a book, his information channel as a former policeman is not so easy to explain. Instead of explaining it himself, it is better to let the detective explain it for him.

Conan was still thinking about where the curator hid the things and was thinking about the floor plan of the room in his mind: "..."

That was indeed his intention when he committed the fraud, but it is too much for you to let a primary school student answer the police's questions for you...

Conan stood up from the ground speechlessly and pointed at Tamada Kazuo who was sitting dejectedly on the chair: "I think the person who can really explain this problem is probably this uncle. Uncle, the police are here, you are safe now, you can just tell me what you found."

After a chaotic and confusing day, Tamada Kazuo, who thought he would really be held unemployed for injuring a child, suddenly raised his head.

He looked in disbelief at Conan, who started asking the police for tissues to clean the "blood" on his face. He finally understood why this child, who had been expressing concern for him in a friendly manner the previous second, suddenly rushed up to hinder his work the next second and pulled him and refused to let him go, as if he had brought out the true nature of a naughty child to the fullest.

This kid is trying to help himself.

He discovered his own fears and situation, and he knew that for Tamada Kazuo now, the police station was truly the safest place.

After figuring it all out, Tamada Kazuo pursed his lips and suddenly felt an urge to cry.

"Thank you, Detective-kun." After solemnly thanking Conan and the other members of the Junior Detective League, Tamada Kazuo reached out to the cardboard box with trembling hands, ready to take out the plastic-wrapped books that might have problems. As soon as he bent down, he was grabbed by the handcuffs on his left hand.

Everyone's eyes first turned to his hands that were handcuffed to the back of the chair, and then silently looked at Jinpei Matsuda who was standing beside him with his arms folded, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot about it." Under the silent gaze of the other police officers, Matsuda Jinpei calmly took out a toy key and poked the handcuffs on Tamada Kazuo's wrists twice as if it were a child's play.

The handcuffs fell off immediately and hit the metal armrest of the chair, tearing off a piece of skin and revealing the plastic material underneath.

"What are you looking at me for? Toy handcuffs." Matsuda Jinpei shook the light thing in his hand. "I'm not a police officer anymore. How can I be issued handcuffs? That would be a real violation. Don't worry, I won't leave any evidence to prove that you violate the rules again."

His words alluded to Adachi Toru's identity and background, but they were indeed what he should say as he once worked in the First Investigation Division. After Matsuda Jinpei finished speaking, he was quite satisfied with his acting skills. However, Shiratori Jinsaburo and Takagi Wataru, who were originally on high alert, twitched their eyes after hearing this.

So you used fake handcuffs, cooperated with the elementary school students, handcuffed a fake suspect, and then you brought people here in a big way, right?

How should I put it? It's irrational, but it seems reasonable when it comes to him...

"Well, um, Mr. Tamada, right?" Trying hard to ignore her embarrassed colleague, Sato Miwako got the topic back on track, "Can you tell me what happened from the beginning..."

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Moriwaki Bunta looked at the police cars parked in a semicircle downstairs. Beads of sweat gathered on his bald forehead and flowed down the corners of his wrinkled eyes like falling tears.

At this moment, when the situation finally developed to this point, he was completely panicked.

Once the problem is really exposed, even if he escapes by luck, the people behind him will not let him go. If he cannot cover up the incident this time, he will be in trouble if he doesn't die.

No one knows better than Moriwaki Bunta, who has been in this business for so long, what kind of cruel treatment he will encounter.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly remembered the two ladies who had come to the office to inquire about the kindergarten's reading activities, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

If I could fool them, use the excuse of investigating the activities, and sneak away before the police really block this place...

By the way, he remembered that the two women seemed to have followed him upstairs, so why haven’t they come in yet?

Outside the door, the two ladies that Moriwaki Fumita had been looking forward to were pulling Tang Ze's arms, one on the left and one on the right. One was patting his back, and the other was patting his chest. They looked as if they were afraid that Tang Ze would not be able to catch his breath, and they tried to persuade him earnestly: "Forget it, boss, forget it, calm down... There are so many policemen watching, it would be hard to explain if someone died..."