The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Mr. Hanchuan, Mr. Hanchuan, wait a minute!"

Hearing the call from behind, Han Chuanlong turned his head and looked at Pu Siqinglan who was chasing after him with a subtle expression. He raised his eyebrows, but did not take the initiative to greet her.

"Why? If you want to ask about the ring, I'm sorry, Mr. Qian Jiangyi has already contacted me. It's temporarily stored with him. Whether you want to own it or observe its condition up close, it's useless to ask me."

As for Pu Siqinglan, he doesn't want to get close to her now.

It’s not that he had any “intuition” or any opinion about her, but after he broke free from the state of chasing treasures and taking other people who were also chasing treasures for granted, Pu Si Qinglan made him feel a little weird and subtle.

It can be said that she doesn't care about the Egg of Memory, and her desire and loss don't sound fake, but to say that she cares a lot, no matter her identity or the personality she shows, she doesn't seem like a profit-seeking gambler, and she shouldn't show such a strong desire.

After realizing this, he almost instinctively wanted to draw a line between himself and this woman. They just needed to maintain a relationship of being photographed and the camera. If they got too close, he would feel a subtle sense of uneasiness.

Pu Siqinglan, who was running breathlessly in high heels, had a vein on her forehead twitching.

She chose such a relatively harmless and weak female image, certainly to reduce other people's vigilance against her, but also to take advantage of her appearance.

They were both in trouble, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a slender and beautiful young woman. Most people would instinctively sympathize with and want to help the latter. Showing weakness was also part of her hunting process.

Of course she had seen quite a few people who didn't fall for her approach, but Han Chuanlong was not like this a few days ago. Now he was like this, being respectful at first and rude later, which was a bit annoying.

Putting away her pretended weakness, she gathered her shawl and said in a colder tone, "I'm not asking about the ring. Mr. Qian Jiangyi is holding it tightly and I can't touch it. I just want to confirm how many Romanov items are left in your collection? If possible, I would like to try to get some of them."

Of course, it’s a lie to talk about striving for something.

From the time Scobin started collecting related treasures until today, when has she ever used money to buy anything?

Her main purpose was still to find out the other party's inventory and the approximate location of the treasure house, and to consider how to get all her things back.

"Of course, if you have already planned to pack everything up and sell it to Mr. Qian Jiangyi, I have no right to interfere. This is a deal between the two of you. But if you plan to do so, please let me know. I want to go to the scene to witness it and at least take a look at these things and help you judge them, right?"

Compared with the previous stiff speech, this paragraph is more skillful.

After all, no matter what, Han Chuanlong's transaction was not a pure second-hand transaction, but a kind of "retiring from the pit and selling items". As long as the items were not at the level of rare treasures, he would suffer some losses more or less. At this time, she appeared as an expert scholar rather than a competitor, which did have a bit of a third-party meaning here.

Hanchuan Long looked at her face and his brows relaxed a lot.

"Well, I haven't made up my mind yet. There are more art dealers than just Qian Jiang. I need to consider it from many aspects. But thank you in advance, Miss Pu Si."

Pu Siqinglan nodded with a smile on her face, and seemed to be really friendly.

The two people finished their conversation peacefully. Han Chuanlong returned to his cabin. Pu Siqinglan then put away his kind smile and glanced coldly in that direction.

It’s not that her Japanese is bad. She has lived in Japan for quite a while and can still tell what is politeness and what is sincere.

At least just now, there was a lot of politeness in Hanchuan Long's flawless answer.

He had no interest in the treasure at all, but insisted on squeezing in to get involved. Now he becomes aloof, making others look so vulgar.

He didn't understand the significance of these treasures to him. Sooner or later, he would kill this arrogant playboy.

After re-arranging her clothes and regaining her elegant demeanor, she walked back to her room. Just as she pushed open the door and was about to go in, she heard a noisy commotion behind her.

She frowned and turned her head, only to find that the sound came from the next room.

"Hey, Akechi-kun! I almost forgot you were on the ship too. Why are you staying in your room all day? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm just a little seasick..."

"Seasickness? Hmm, I didn't notice it during the last recording. Is it acute?"

"Hey, Bai Ma, don't mess with me here..."

"I came to you to tell you something important, but you always can't find me at the critical moment. Mingzhi, you are also a guy who likes to let us down..."

"Who are you saying is the one who dropped the ball?"

"Control your expression, control your expression, Hanchuan Long will be here with the camera in a while."

"you……"

"What are you guys doing here? Oh, by the way, this shot is great! Look over here, I'm taking a group photo of you all!"

Seeing this group of noisy high school students and hearing them talking about Hanchuan Long and photography, Pu Siqinglan's eyebrows jumped and she immediately wanted to go into the room.

Unfortunately, her perception of danger was still a step too slow.

"Oh, Miss Pu Si is back." The voice of Tang Ze, who was following behind Suzuki Sonoko, rang out, like a nightmare, instantly waking up Pu Si Qinglan.

Before she could think of the words to quickly close the door, she had the impression that the man had no idea what politeness was. As expected, Tang Ze, who was extremely KY, walked up to her in one step, held onto her door frame, looked around her room, and uttered a loud exclamation.

"Wow, you are indeed an expert in this field. You have many photos of cultural relics here. They are all close-up shots. It seems that you have obtained authorization from many museums."

Pu Siqinglan's scalp suddenly felt numb.

Although the cultural relics protection work in foreign museums is different from that in China, the protection of most cultural relics will not be so strict. There are no restrictions on flash photography, nor are they separated from tourists by layers of glass. However, if you want to take close-up photos of the overall details, you cannot do so without the authorization of the museum, and you cannot get up close to take photos like they are doing now with the Egg of Memories.

The fact that Pu Siqinglan has so many photos is naturally impossible because she has really obtained many authorizations. Most of them are her own inventory.

In short, this isn't research material, it's swag photos.

It's easy to fool a few laymen, but if it's someone like Hanchuan Long who knows a little about cultural relics, her identity will be exposed in an instant...

At this second, many things were running through her mind, so almost instinctively, she immediately walked into the room, not bothering to close the door to keep the naughty kids out, but quickly grabbed the photos spread out on the table into her bag.

"Oh sorry, this is internal information, I can't..."

Before she could find a good excuse for her actions, Tang Ze's gaze naturally moved away from the photos and turned to the photo frames she placed on the cabinet.

One of the photos handed down by the evil monk Rasputin, which should have decided the life and death of Hanchuan Long, was placed among them.

In the black and white photo, a man with a goatee who didn't look particularly special was leaning on a young girl's shoulder, revealing a mysterious smile that carried a strange aura.

"Ah..." Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

Pu Siqinglan's face changed immediately. She didn't care about her weak personality or the issue of being exposed or not. She jumped over the table and slammed the photo heavily on the table.

Her face was not looking good. She could no longer pretend to be a lady. She stared at Tang Ze's hateful face and squeezed out a sentence with almost gritted teeth: "Mr. Tang Ze, as far as I know, Japanese people are more polite. Isn't it inappropriate to break into a single woman's room and make random comments without the owner's consent?"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I'm just too curious about your life." Being scolded so bluntly by her, Tang Ze immediately smiled apologetically, "Maybe it's a bit rude. I'll leave now."

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Tang Ze's movements were so quick and Pu Si Qinglan's reaction was even more intense, so that by the time Suzuki Sonoko and others heard that they seemed to have a conflict and walked to the door to check the situation, their conversation had ended. Tang Ze was raising his hands to show that he was harmless and backing out of her room.

"Hey, what photo is that?" Suzuki Sonoko immediately noticed that Pu Siqinglan's face was tense and her hands were pressing tightly on the golden photo frame. She pointed at it curiously and asked in a low voice.

Pu Siqinglan seemed to be awakened by her voice. She quickly adjusted her expression and smiled apologetically: "Oh, it's a photo of my ex-boyfriend, so I overreacted. Sorry, I didn't mean it."

As she spoke, she adjusted her shawl, but made no move to put the photo back up.

"Oh, oh..." Suzuki Sonoko didn't understand her logic. She nodded blankly and glanced at the photo subtly.

When she found that there was indeed a name written on the back of the photo frame, she secretly exchanged glances with Mao Lilan and stopped looking at it.

Anyway, she brought her ex-boyfriend's photo with her when traveling, and even put it in a conspicuous place in the cabin so that she could check and touch it at any time... It sounds like there is a story, but it's not the kind that is convenient to talk about.

"He has passed away. We didn't break up because of emotional problems." Pu Siqinglan was also quick-witted and quickly found a good reason to explain her excessive emotions and actions.

"Oh, that……"

The high school students at the door exchanged subtle glances, but Tang Ze glanced at Pu Siqinglan and suddenly uttered a string of syllables.

The pronunciation was a bit obscure and contained tongue sounds. No matter how you listened to it, it was not Japanese, so several people looked at Tang Ze in unison.

"You've just……"

"Oh, Russian." Tang Ze smiled faintly, "It's the name on her photo frame. Is your ex-boyfriend Russian? Or, from the former Soviet Union or something like that?"

"I-I see..." Suzuki Sonoko blinked quickly, feeling the atmosphere becoming more subtle, and shrank her neck. "Anyway, we are here to inform you that you may have to stay on the boat tonight, Miss Pu Si..."

Pu Siqinglan stiffened her back and glanced at him.

This time, there was no big reaction on her face, but from her calm eyes, Tang Ze clearly received her emotions.

——A genuine murderous intent.

Rasputin, and who she really was, was a more fatal weakness than anything.

Tang Ze recalled the tone in which Bai Ba Tan talked about her.

"Scobbin, whose exact identity is unknown and even whose gender is hard to figure out, is a serial killer who specializes in hunting down owners of treasures related to the Romanov dynasty."

"Hunting?" Hattori Heiji frowned.

"Yes, this person has been committing crimes for nearly ten years, and the number of victims who have been killed by her has reached 45. Here we are only counting the number of people who were shot in the right eye. If Scobin changed his methods and killed others, the specific number would be incalculable. According to statistics, the value of the treasures she stole alone is more than 400 billion yen..."

"That means the value of the things she stole is as high as Kid's?" Conan's expression also became puzzled.

"It's hard to imagine, right? All I can say is that after all, Kaito Kidd only focuses on the gems most of the time, and a thief with no bottom line doesn't have so many scruples." Hakuba Tan said in a calm voice, "So if possible, it doesn't matter even if I can't catch Kaito Kidd in this lifetime, but Scoobbin..."

——is the real killer.

Feeling a strange reaction as if the air had solidified, Tang Ze looked at Pu Siqinglan again.

Plus this feeling.

"I am sure that Pu Siqinglan is Scobin, and Scobin is most likely a quasi-mask user who has not awakened his personality mask but has similar abilities."

Walking into Hoshikawa Teru's room, Tang Ze expressed this conclusion to the room full of teammates.

Yes, this is the reason why Tang Ze insisted on playing the role of Kid himself and taking the bullet for Kuroba Kaito.

This was certainly due to the consideration that the world was becoming stronger and he needed to protect Kuroba Kaito's life, but more importantly, he was considering the unreasonable enhancement that the stitched world might bring to the villains.

Since the brewery has a super sentinel like Gin, they can capture his parents and study cognitive science. Then what about the zoo?

It doesn't make sense to only increase his strength and ignore Kaito Kidd, right?

At that time, he was flying in the air and felt very clearly a special sense of restraint. In the next second, Scobin's bullet pierced his glasses.

"The zoo is also a dangerous place." Tang Ze patted the photos on the table and said so.