The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Glimpse the secret of immortality and enter the extraordinary world..."

The footsteps gradually approached and became louder and louder, causing Pu Siqinglan, who was tied up in front, to let out a hysterical scream.

She tore off the scarf wrapped around her body without a care in the world, grabbed the gun again with her backhand, and emptied the bullets in the pistol at the young thief who was walking towards her step by step.

Tang Ze, who had no intention of being polite to her, stood firm and took all the bullets. As expected, he heard her scream, which became even louder and sharper.

"Isn't this what you want? What are you running for?" Tang Ze tilted his head and smiled. "No way, you don't really think that your ancestors are so amazing that their powers are sought after by everyone. My power is the same as his, which can only cover the head or eyes, right? Before questioning others' abilities and origins, first figure out who you are."

"You are nothing but a thief who relies on your own abilities to do evil..."

Pu Siqinglan covered the wound on his body and retreated step by step, gasping for breath, until his back rested on the sarcophagus that was already licked by flames. Then he began to stare at Tang Ze with a strange and resentful look.

If this person had not appeared, she would not only not have failed this time, but she would not have faced such an embarrassing situation.

Although her strength is by no means that strong in the "Zoo", but relying on this ability to surprise the opponent, she can be said to have been rampant and invincible for so many years.

She just robbed a few rich guys who only cared about showing off, who didn't know how to protect the treasures they bought, and just left them there. Not to mention her, she believed that even if those who had created the revolution came, no one would oppose her...

"I feel like you're thinking about something very rude." Tang Ze tapped his face. "I'm different from someone else. My ability doesn't come from some weird ritual or weird worship of some charlatan. Put aside your self-conceit for now."

The expression on Pu Siqinglan's face suddenly changed.

Hearing his words, even though she had been trapped here for a long time and could not fight against the young man in front of her, her face still showed a very obvious shock and murderous intent. It was obvious that Tang Ze's words touched her again.

"You, how do you know..."

"How do I know that you are most likely not a descendant of Rasputin? Or, how do I know that you have been hitting people in the right eye as a ritual-like requirement rather than your preference? No matter how you whitewash yourself, you can't hide your rat's tail, 'thief'." Tang Ze smiled sarcastically.

This time, he no longer suppressed his ability at all, and the absolute power bestowed by Asai Narimi's coop was fully unleashed. In just a moment, the woman in front of him let out a miserable scream.

Tang Ze's answer was not entirely a guess or a test. He was really very sure that there was some flaw in Pu Siqinglan's ability.

The specific reason was related to her insistence on hitting the right eye when she attacked herself, and it was also closely related to her own abilities.

Since the first sniper attack, Tang Ze has been deliberately using counterattack. You know, Scobin is a guy who likes to hit people in the right eye, but at the same time, like some kind of devil's curse, she is also a shooter who likes to use sniping very much.

Most snipers aim with their right eye, and she is no exception.

This causes Scobin's attack pattern to present a particularly different characteristic, which is equivalent to saying that she is using her right eye to attack other people's right eyes.

This was shown by the fact that even after she had suffered a counterattack, she still chose to snipe Tang Ze's right eye. After being injured, as long as Tang Ze threatened her a little, she would immediately cover her right eye and not let go. Tang Ze saw some clues.

Normally, if you can't kill someone with method A, you should at least try method B, right? She's not the only one who can use a gun, and a gun can't only hit one place on a person, so why is she so stubbornly aiming at the person's right eye when she's already standing in the fire? She's only aiming at the person with her right eye, right? Can't she see anything except her right eye?

From this, Tangze quickly thought of a person, that is Kiharakawa, who was beaten by Ireland and sent to the police station.

Kiharagawa, who also fell into the hands of the Zero Group, provided the largest amount of information among the several crazy scientists who have been arrested so far, and this part naturally also went through the hands of Furuya Zero and into the hands of Karasawa.

Tang Ze was not particularly interested in the parts of his interrogation that were related to the organization.

There were indeed some contents that he didn't know, but as a Kumail, Tang Ze had much more information than him, all of which could be obtained without any effort. The contents about cognitive science gave Tang Ze great inspiration.

Kiharakawa is also a scholar who studies cognitive hypnosis. It cannot be said how in-depth and successful his research is, but at least he has really stolen certain cognitive abilities through his research. Combined with his own potential, he has become a mastermind who relies on hypnosis to commit killings.

His obsession with cognitive ability comes from Karasawa Ikawa. He regards Karasawa Ikawa as his idol, and then desperately imitates Karasawa Ikawa's speaking style, dressing habits, and even the layout of his office to a similar degree. In this way, he achieves and confuses others' perception of him, consolidates his inner anchor, and thus successfully steps into a field that has little to do with him.

"...Rasputin's final ending was extremely tragic. He was a sinner who was nailed to the pillar of shame. But his family was not." Tang Ze walked through the flames, approached her and squatted down beside her amid her screams, "When he became a so-called saint, he was already a believer, and he had unclear relationships with many nobles. Rasputin's descendants would not be poor people. At least..."

Reaching out and pulling at her cheongsam, which was already torn and revealed the bulletproof vest underneath, Tang Ze asked her question with a mixture of laughter and tears.

"...He's not a guy who is so bad that he needs to join a group of other thieves and create a fake identity in order to get close to the Egg of Memory."

"Shut up, shut up!" Pu Siqinglan screamed, enduring the pain all over her body that almost broke her endurance limit, "I'm not!"

Of course Tang Ze would not pay any attention to her emotional breakdown. What he wanted was for her to break down. The louder she cried, the better.

"You choose a historical celebrity, a religious leader you worship, and think he is your ancestor. You imitate the way he died and target other people's right eyes. Is this how you gain power? Or, are you relying on this paranoia to hunt those people's right eyes to deceive yourself?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Pu Siqinglan's defenses were completely shattered by Tang Ze's cold verdict.

Feeling the air around him begin to loosen, and at the same time sensing the signs that the mechanism door of the tomb behind him was being opened again, Tang Ze lowered his eyes and spoke in a firm voice that brooked no room for argument. Knowing that time was running out, he said.

"You use someone else's name, someone else's background, steal things that don't belong to you and claim them as your own, leaving no trace of yourself in the world. Don't you feel sad every time someone calls you? Scobin? Pu Siqinglan? No, these are not your names."

As he spoke, he used several abilities to debuff the opponent and stick to his back.

This is Tang Ze's real purpose, or in other words, the real motivation behind his insistence on completing this series of mental attacks after trapping the opponent.

He wanted to find out this person's name. Once he knew the name, this castle would be her eternal prison and a permanent trauma and shadow in her heart.

So, to a certain extent, Tang Ze "owns" this palace.

"Come on, tell me, what is your name?"

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“Cough, cough, cough, cough—”

As the door opened again, the person standing at the door was choked and stepped back by the surging heat wave inside.

"There's not much oxygen in here, how could it be burning so fiercely..." Conan covered his mouth and nose, and barely opened one eye to look inside.

Far away, at the other end of the tomb, he saw two vague figures.

The white-haired thief squatted in front of the sarcophagus, looking down at the woman who was sitting on the ground. The raging flames had already burned onto them along the dust and rotten decorations on the ground.

"Joker, danger, you—"

Before he could finish his words, the fire in front of him suddenly burned violently.

Mao Lilan, who was quick-witted and quick-handed, quickly grabbed the elementary school student who was about to get close to the sea of ​​fire and dragged him out of the range of the heat wave.

The next second, flames rose, and bright light and fireworks completely surrounded the tomb, turning it into a fireball.

Perhaps it was the overly thin air, or perhaps it was the flying dust and high temperature, but in any case, this small, hidden tomb burst into flames.

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The flames rushed outward along the passage, and the flames suddenly licked the few people standing in the front row. The crowd fled in panic.

By the time they escaped from the range of the explosion in a very embarrassing manner, the flames quickly went out, as if all the oxygen had been consumed by the loud noise.

Natsumi Kosaka didn't care about the hem of her skirt or the burning darkness on the ground, and ran in quickly despite the people around her trying to stop her.

When she saw the tightly closed sarcophagus at the front of the tomb chamber, her legs went weak and she let out a sigh of relief.

"No one got burned, luckily everything is fine... Oh my God..."

If they finally found their great-grandmother's remains, and before they had time to bury them properly, their grave would be blown up by some little thief who coveted the egg of memories, she was really afraid that her great-grandfather would be so angry that he would crawl out of the family cemetery and strangle her, the unfilial descendant.

"Where's Scobin?" Bai Ma Tan, who had followed her in at the same fast pace, frowned, looked around, and confirmed that there were no human remains before asking.

"No. Joker is gone too." Conan quickly walked around the still warm room and came to his conclusion.

"Are you sure that the person you just saw was the Phantom Thief Joker?" Bai Ma asked, turning his head and casting an inquiring look at the crowd behind him.

The brown-haired Karasawa Akira and the brown-haired Akechi Goro were both standing in the crowd - or to be more precise, surrounded by the police - and they were watching from afar the group of detectives who were busy with rescue and destruction of the crime scene, neither of them showing any intention of coming over.

That's the Phantom Thief Joker, then who is this?

Although there was a certain distance, Bai Ma Tan trusted his own eyesight and knew that they were indeed them.

At least that's what it seems like.

From the moment he got on the cruise ship, Goro Akechi seemed to have had his social energy exhausted by the sudden situation in Osaka. He was so quiet that it was incomprehensible, but Hakuba Tan had been keeping an eye on his movements. Most of the time, he was in everyone's sight. Even when the police went to contact him, he once again put on a very businesslike smile to communicate. It didn't seem like he had time to participate in this incident.

So who was in the flames just now?

"The smell of gasoline." Hattori Heiji wrinkled his nose, catching a hint of the scent. "It might be from Scobin. After all, it was unexpected that the police suddenly arrived and came down to explore with us. She might have been carrying flammable materials, ready to attack and set fire at any time to facilitate her escape."

"That means, it was really dangerous just now. In other words, Joker..." Ran Mouri, who was standing at the door and didn't dare to go in, moved uneasily when she heard this.

If Joker had set the fire himself to cover up his tracks, he would have definitely thought of a way out. But if it was Miss Purcell, no, the thief Scobin, those two people might have really been trapped in the sea of ​​fire and died in the explosion...

"It must be Joker, and he is definitely not dead." Conan comforted him in a very confident tone, "I have dealt with him several times. This guy seems to have some special ability to enter and exit the fire. He has entered and disappeared in the fire several times. He will definitely be fine."

To be more precise, since the earliest case on Moon Shadow Island, Joker seems to have some kind of special effects when he appears on stage. He always has to perform scenes like running through a sea of ​​fire and escaping from an explosion. I don't know if he did it on purpose or just wanted to look cool.

"It hasn't been long since we reopened the door. The temperature created by this flame is not enough to directly evaporate the human body. Don't be nervous, Miss Mori. There is nothing like human tissue here." Hattori Heiji shrugged and glanced at the crowd behind him again.

"Karazawa Akira" and "Akechi Goro", who were standing in the crowd, exchanged glances with each other.

Is your boss okay? Although I said before that I might have to change my identity a little, I didn't tell me that I would play so extreme. It's really shocking.

You should worry more about your disguise than this. Tang Ze has a good relationship with several detectives, so be careful not to be discovered.

In that glance, they both got the answers they wanted from each other's eyes, so they silently withdrew their gazes and continued to play dumb.

Kuroba Kaito tightened the commuter bag on his shoulders, tidied up the fluffy hair hanging on his cheeks with some discomfort, and sighed in his heart.

We agreed to exchange, and we really did exchange.

In many cases, he had complaints about Tang Ze, but Tang Ze was the only one who kept his word.