The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Secretary Takada stood at the door of the conference room and greeted Kogoro Mori who was walking up with a smile.

Since there was no special test this time, Ito Suehiko, who was unaware of their identities, did not give any additional instructions, so he naturally ignored the child following at Mouri Kogoro's feet and just made a gesture of invitation.

After the two people walked in, he closed the door of the conference room, took out the remote control, turned off the lights, and turned on the projector.

"Good evening, Mr. Detective. How is your investigation going on my commission?"

On the big screen directly opposite the conference table, Ito Suehiko, who had been waiting for a long time, was sitting there.

His figure was projected as a clear silhouette by the large screens around him. This time, Kogoro Mouri and Conan, who were already familiar with his identity, could tell his identity at a glance without any additional explanation.

Compared to when he was still full of vigor and vitality in the group photo, Ito Suehiko now looks much thinner, even though his face cannot be seen clearly. The traces left on him by illness and the cramped living quarters without seeing the sun are not just a simple spiritual decadence.

Originally, he was a promising college student with a good family background. Even if he could not make much contribution to society, he was a young man who could have a bright future and did not need to worry about his livelihood...

Kogoro Mori felt some emotion in his heart, but his hands did not relax.

He slowly walked towards the projector, or the camera, and put his hands in his trouser pockets as he walked. He used this action to make a few gestures to Conan.

Ito Suehiko must be nearby. While I am diverting his and Takata's attention, it would be most appropriate to search the surrounding environment now.

"First, what you need me to investigate for you is a money transport robbery that happened on April 4th a year ago."

"I already know this from your investigation progress. So, how do you understand the target I need to investigate?"

"You want to know the real culprit of the armored car robbery. Or, in other words, who is the real culprit who killed one of the robbers, your college friend, Shoji Nishio."

Just like he usually does in variety shows, deliberately acting like a famous detective, Kogoro Mouri lengthened his voice, adjusted his pace, and made himself look like he was strolling leisurely as he walked slowly around the room.

At the same time, Conan, who was crouching, had already gone around to the other side of the conference table, avoiding Takata's sight, and began to study the projector and the camera cables.

During this period, Internet-connected cameras were certainly common, but judging from the speed at which Ito Suehiko spoke and the ambient sound when he was talking to Takata, the location where the camera was connected, including the location where the entire system was set up, must be near this conference room.

Even say...

"As expected of the famous detective Mr. Mori. These questions are not difficult for you. So, what do you think?" Ito Suehiko in the picture tilted his head, and the outline of the sunglasses on his face was reflected on the screen.

"...I already know the answer you want." Maori Kogoro did not deliberately change his tone this time, but emphasized certain words in the sentence again, "And, the truth you are looking forward to. The person who killed Nishio Masaharu was the prisoner who participated in the robbery and was wanted by the police. He was arrested once and then escaped from prison again. That is you, Mr. Ito Suehiko."

Tang Ze, who happened to be walking behind the thin wooden door of the conference room, looked at the closed door in front of him and made a strange expression.

How should I put it? How good is Kogoro Mouri's detective skills? This may still be a question that needs further observation and dialectics, but in terms of human relations and worldly wisdom, he should be able to beat ten Conans.

Listen to this adjective.

He added a bunch of adjectives and kept exaggerating the other party's crimes, and only mentioned the name of the criminal at the end.

If it were someone else, this might not only not make people feel comfortable, but also a bit provocative, much like some detectives who are deliberately pretending to be cool, with a bit of provocation.

But for Ito Suehiko, who is pursuing self-identity and longs to be regarded as a real villain by the world, this sentence is no different from flattery.

Shimizu Reiko, who was standing next to Tang Ze, also sneered softly: "This man is really good at flattering others."

"I am not far behind in this aspect." Tang Ze just shrugged and said with a double meaning, "This is a required course for excellent private detectives."

First, stop mocking Ito Suehiko for being flattered by Mori Kogoro and not knowing what to do. And don't act as if my evaluation of you is sincere praise, okay?

It turned out that Ito Suehiko inside the door was very pleased with his evaluation. He laughed so hard that even Tang Ze outside the door could hear it clearly.

After listening to Kogoro Mouri's story of how they found the mask and other tools left over from the robbery, how they found his university, and based on the clues, they found out about his expelled president and his girlfriend and friends who committed the crime with him, and finally, how he escaped from the police, Ito Suehiko was obviously very happy.

"Awesome, really amazing. If it weren't for my physical condition, I would applaud your excellent reasoning." Ito Suehiko nodded, immersed in the role of the hero. "Then what about the case of Nishio Masaharu? Let me make it clear first, if there is not enough evidence to support it, I will not accept your accusation."

After groping for a long time, Conan had secretly found the suspected secret door on the wall. When he heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Listen to it. Listen to his tone.

I told you you were fat and you gasped, right? No wonder Shimizu Reiko couldn't stand this accomplice who was clearly positioned as a sucker.

Kogoro Mori, who knew the whole story, couldn't help but be speechless for a few seconds, and looked at the screen with an indescribable look.

Be patient and don't expose him at this time. What if he can't help it and gets angry and blows up the little brat?

Even if he didn't blow up the little brat because of the distance, those unused watches were still piled up in the playground below waiting to be collected by the police. It would not be good if they were blown up at this time.

After persuading himself for a while in his heart, Kogoro Mori finally opened his mouth and explained how he had fired eight shots at Shoji Nishio in the building opposite.

With the awareness that money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat, he made some irrelevant comments in a flat tone.

"…You killed him with your first shot very accurately, and you even had time to fire seven more shots that missed the target. You pretended to be a poor shooter and confused the police, so that they mistakenly thought that the shooter was your girlfriend, Reiko Shimizu. You do have some talent in this regard."

"Cough cough cough..." Tang Ze raised his hand to cover his mouth, suppressing the laughter that was about to burst out.

By the way, he pulled Reiko Shimizu, who was standing beside him and began to take a deep breath, and looked like she was about to lose control and rush in to shoot them all, to prevent her from interrupting this overly exciting performance.

Who said that Maori Kogoro's acting is bad? This is great!

If it were any other detective, would he be able to say something like this to Ito Suehiko?

Outside, Tang Ze, who couldn't hold back any longer, held down the real murderer who also couldn't hold back any longer. In the room, Conan, who was busy looking for the secret passage, and Takada, the boss who was reluctant to speak, both closed their mouths and suppressed the urge to complain.

For a moment, inside and outside the room, except for the calm Kogoro Mouri himself, it was as quiet as a summer night when all the cicadas have been killed by pesticides.

"The car accident was also a very clever move." The difficult words had been said, and the rest of the content naturally flowed much more smoothly. Maori Kogoro continued without any stumbling, "Whether it was intentional or not, you have actually lost your ability to act after the car accident. At this stage, even if they know that the real murderer may not be Shimizu Reiko, it will be difficult for the prosecutors to impose too high a sentence on you, and the possibility of seeking medical parole is very high."

"Cough cough cough..." Takada lowered his head, pretending to clear his throat, trying hard to suppress the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth.

Isn’t it really very high? I can’t even take care of myself.

Ito Suehiko at that time - or the same is true now - was almost a complete disabled person, with paralyzed legs, unable to get up, and had to rely on others for help with eating and daily life.

Even if he goes to prison, it is still a question whether he can live to see the end of his sentence. This may be an important reason why the police are unwilling to increase their manhunt efforts.

Why would we arrest such a person? Firstly, he didn’t really kill anyone. The murderer was the fully competent Reiko Shimizu, who was suspected to have jumped off a cliff and died. Secondly, even if he was arrested, the medical expenses might still need to be borne by the police system.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Then he is not here to go to jail, he is here to get a job, which is so inappropriate.

Thinking about it this way, even the nature of the fact that Soichiro Fukayama helped him to hide his identity and start a new business outside has changed.

It is somewhat like turning waste into treasure and alleviating the financial pressure on the country. It is a good thing with bad intentions.

"With such serious injuries, the cost of medical parole is very high, and it is almost impossible to serve your sentence. In fact, it won't be a big problem if you don't escape from prison." Perhaps he found a new channel to express his sarcasm, Maori Kogoro became more and more excited, "Even if the police pursue responsibility, most of the problems will be in recovering the stolen money, and this part of the economic loss may not be able to cover the cost of sending you to the hospital. After weighing the pros and cons, even if you insisted at the time that you did not kill anyone and were not the main planner of the robbery, the police would most likely..."

"Stop talking!" Ito Suehiko, who had been silent for a long time, finally seemed to be unable to listen anymore and let out a hoarse low growl.

Judging from his tone, if possible, he might want to accompany his words with some table-slapping actions, but as Maori Kogoro said, he no longer has that ability.

"...That's not what I'm asking for." As if realizing his own gaffe, Ito Suehiko adjusted his breathing and spoke again, "I don't want to get away with it. If I wanted to get away with it, the police's current investigation of the case would not focus on me. I have already escaped the guilt in a factual sense. What I want to hear is..."

"...What I want to hear is that the police misjudged the identity of the murderer and forced your girlfriend, Shimizu Reiko, to death?" Maori Kogoro put away his exaggerated expression just now and smiled, "About this point..."

He glanced at Conan out of the corner of his eye.

Neither Secretary Takada, who was trying to suppress his laughter with his head down, nor Suehiko Ito, who was trying hard to regulate his breathing, could have noticed that there was a naughty child tiptoeing around the room, looking for something.

Perhaps they had noticed it at first, but it was because Kogoro Mori's outrageous remarks were so eye-catching that people's attention was completely diverted to him.

Conan looked at him speechlessly and made an OK gesture.

"...I'm afraid I'll have some news that will surprise you." Maori Kogoro heaved a sigh of relief after confirming it, and his tone became more casual, "For example, your girlfriend Shimizu Reiko may not be dead yet."

"what?!"

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"It's normal for him to collect information about the Kanagawa Prefecture police." While the tense conversation was going on outside, in the hall, Matsuda Jinpei kept patting Morobushi Kagemitsu and comforting his friend who was somewhat agitated by these things. "You can see that he has a lot of things in his hands. Whether those were provided by channels in the deep mountains or he hacked in with his own ability, it shows that Ito Suehiko does have the ability to control these resources."

Be it cameras on the road or explosives placed in a toy store.

It is a clear fact that Ito Suehiko disregarded and violated the police system and public order and morality, and this fact cannot be diverted by whether his methods were clever or clumsy.

With such a person controlling sufficient resources, the current situation is inevitable.

"He actually looked down on the police. Although, he himself did not escape the police pursuit." Matsuda Jinpei analyzed calmly, "If he respected the police and the law, he would not have chosen such a road of no return towards crime from the beginning."

At the same time, the conversation outside happened to be about the same topic.

"You wanted to fool the police, or rather, this may not have been your original intention, but you and your accomplices did fool the police to some extent, making the police mistakenly believe that... the murderer was Shimizu Reiko." Kogoro Mori looked at Ito Suehiko on the screen with a subtle look.

……

"…It's a bit exaggerated, but consider his family background and the main 'business' of the seniors he interacted with. This group of young people despises authority and the secular world, and regards such behavior as personality and romance, which gave rise to such a deformed example as Ito Suehiko…"

……

"...You said you wanted to take the blame for your lover? But, Mr. Ito Suehiko, how do you know that your lover, Shimizu Reiko, doesn't have the same idea as you, and wants to take the blame for you and then die?"

"I, I..." Ito Suehiko, who had never thought of such a possibility, was briefly stuck.