The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"...Hey, writing your own name under a question like "who you love the most"..." Wiping his sweat off his forehead, Hattori Heiji finally felt like complaining, "What kind of situation is this?"

"... Narcissism has reached a certain level, probably." Conan turned his head involuntarily and glanced at Shimizu Reiko who was lying unconscious on the ground. He felt very complicated for a moment.

The main reason why he could complain so easily was because they didn't know each other, but if we put ourselves in Shimizu Reiko's perspective...

A person who always says he loves himself, but in the end, the answer to the crucial system password turns out to be himself.

If this happened to another woman who really valued love, she would probably collapse...

"So it's not entirely unreasonable for Shimizu Reiko to want to kill him." Hattori Heiji obviously thought of the same thing and couldn't help shaking his head, "It's a bit hateful."

"Fortunately, she's not looking for love." Conan shrugged. "From this perspective, it's inevitable that they can become a couple."

"No, maybe that's why she's so upset." Hattori Heiji retorted with clear logic, "The idiot she thought she had completely controlled and was playing around with, actually didn't love her that much at all, and was denying her charm."

"What you said makes sense..."

The two detectives walked towards the secret room while saying bad things to each other in a very rude manner.

The chaos on the police's side has been brought under control, and now, police reinforcements to control the situation are about to arrive. One of these two is unconscious and the other has difficulty walking, so they have no ability to escape again, so naturally they don't need to be concerned about them.

"Ahem, ahem... Is it Hattori Heiji and Kudo Shinichi...?"

Ito Suehiko, who had been coughing awkwardly for a long time with his head down, finally raised his head at this moment.

Conan, who had already walked to the door of the room, paused, tightened his face, and turned back abruptly.

"...You..." Hattori Heiji's relaxed expression also changed.

"You two are very good detectives. Thank you for what happened before... Please tell Detective Akechi for me..." Ito Suehiko, who didn't realize how shocking what he said, continued, "If it wasn't for him..."

"How do you know he's Kudo?" Hattori Heiji's expression was very serious, interrupting Ito Suehiko's lyrical speech. "You should be basically blind, right?"

"Did I recognize it wrongly?" Ito Suehiko was stunned when he heard his question, "This is what my facial recognition system gave me..."

In fact, Ito Suehiko himself did not expect that Kudo Shinichi, who had been missing for a long time, would appear here.

In order to invite the detective to complete his so-called plan, Ito Suehiko actually conducted market research on Tokyo Detective.

The video previously shown to Mouri Kogoro, about him "blowing to death" the detective who had previously failed to solve the case, was one of the results of market research - he invited a detective who was relatively famous in the industry and, most importantly, knew Mouri Kogoro, and paid him to shoot a drama, then used the reputation of other famous detectives to pretend to be a cruel and madman, in order to create pressure on Mouri Kogoro.

This is not to say that he cannot afford those people, but deep down, Ito Suehiko still sees himself as a loser.

His invitation was actually very purposeful.

The first is Kogoro Mouri, the most famous detective who is most likely to accomplish his needs, and his weak spot is relatively easy to find. As long as the device is installed on his daughter and the children around him, his experience as a criminal policeman and his deeds as a detective for so long will prove that he will not ignore these things.

Apart from him, there are some relatively easy-to-control, adventurous high school detectives - although the uncontrollable accident of Goro Akechi appeared in the end, his approach was generally successful.

It’s not that he didn’t consider Kudo Shinichi, but he tried his best and failed to contact him.

So when the elevator camera fed him information about someone coming, he was indeed surprised.

"Facial recognition system?!" Hattori Heiji asked in a strange voice, turned his head, stared at Conan and blinked.

What kind of facial recognition system can directly identify the identity of a person regardless of age? Huh?

Even the police haven't developed this kind of system yet, right? If this falls into the hands of the organization, there will be nothing left for Kudo to do...

When Conan heard this key word, the expression on his face changed from shock to solemnity.

Compared to Hattori Heiji, he has a little more clues, and it is these "clues" that make him feel particularly heavy.

What he thought of was nothing else but the intelligent system developed by former Garmin engineers that could recognize the age of a face that he had seen in the experimental work of the Tokiwa Group before the explosion of the twin skyscrapers.

Later, with the appearance of Gin, the explosion of the building and the disappearance of Hara Jiaming, it became clear that the development of this system was inseparable from the organization, or in other words, the organization was already involved, a fact that they all tacitly acknowledged.

And now...

"It's no use asking him." Conan made a quick judgment and did not stay in the room any longer. He turned around and quickened his pace to leave. "He did not develop his system. He was already blind before he moved in here."

"…The one who provided him with the system was Soichiro Miyama."

Understanding what he meant, Hattori Heiji frowned and took out the communication headset that he had put away during the journey over the past few hours.

That was the communication device that Goro Akechi provided to them, with an incredibly good signal that could not be blocked at all.

He made a silencing gesture, signaling Conan to be quiet for a while, and cleared his throat.

"Hey, Bai Ma, can you hear me? Have you arrived at the company in the mountains? I have something to ask you to confirm..."

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Hagiwara Chisaku sat up straight.

The strange thing about this suddenly appearing motorcyclist was not only the motorcycle he was riding and his young face that should never have appeared, but also the crack behind him that seemed to have not yet closed was constantly exploding, just like the explosions outside, spewing out more smoke and dust, making the already chaotic scene even smokier.

But at this moment, Hagiwara Chisu was completely unable to pay attention to those things.

She just sat up blankly, staring at the exposed face.

Her ears were filled with the buzzing sound of a close-range explosion, and her vision was completely blocked by the huge, disappearing locomotive, but everything seemed to have faded before her eyes, leaving only this face with a somewhat nervous and uneasy expression.

As if she was still stuck in the past, Hagiwara Kenji, still with a youthful face, was standing in front of her...

What is this?

A sentence flashed through Hagiwara Chisu's mind.

A marquee before death, and a hallucination...?

Kenji Hagiwara just opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could adjust her shocked mood and breathing, another black figure suddenly slammed heavily into Kenji Hagiwara's cloak.

"It hurts! You, what are you doing..."

"Hiss—you're talking as if I'm not in pain... Who told you to ride the motorcycle so fast?"

"Hey, Zhen... cough! Stop talking!"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was holding his head and climbing up from the ground in a panic, was still picking up his sunglasses that he didn't know where he had dropped. When he turned around, he met Hagiwara Chisou's face, which was completely blank, as if he had lost the ability to react and had no idea what expression to make.

The scene froze subtly for a moment.

“Officer Yokomizo! And the other Kanagawa prefectural police officers! Are you all right? Hey, can you hear me?”

Before the three people who were looking at each other silently could react, Sato Miwako's clear voice came from the other side of the smoke.

Matsuda Jinpei was startled and raised his hands to cover his face reflexively. He didn't care about his sunglasses that had flown away and directly summoned the mask.

"Go, go, go! Quick!"

"Hey, but my sister..."

"It's too late, let's run! The leader said that they have taken care of it over there, it's okay!"

"what?"

"Stop haha, hurry up, where's your motorcycle?!"

"Hey, don't start the navigation here—"

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

Sato Miwako paused as she seemed to hear some familiar shouting.

She squinted her eyes and observed the scene in the smoke and fire.

The sea breeze blew up some of the black smoke caused by the explosion, revealing a devastated scene.

The people around the float, including the staff who were originally standing on it, were running away in all directions. The only ones left at the scene were Yokomizo Shigego, who was lying on the ground, shaking his head, as if he was dizzy from the blast of air, and another policewoman who was sitting down in a mess, with the child in her arms crying loudly.

Miwako Sato's vision only captured a corner of the black cloth that disappeared quickly and was soon hidden in the flames created by the explosion.

Everything seems so familiar...

"Sato!" Takagi Wataru, who was a step behind her, ran over breathlessly, "Where are the police from Kanagawa Prefecture? Are they okay?!"

Sato Miwako suddenly came back to her senses, coughed, and shook her head: "Except for Inspector Yokomizo, everyone should be fine. Go call an ambulance, Takagi, we still need to send them to the hospital for a check-up..."

"Yes!"

Even though he was not on duty at all, Takagi Shigeru still responded loudly, turned around and was about to leave, but he felt something under his feet and lowered his head in confusion.

A pair of sunglasses that came from nowhere were hanging on the leg of the bench beside his feet. A piece of the black mirror surface was burned by the flames of the explosion, as if it also came from a fiery past.

The mirror silently reflected the still-lit roller coaster track. From this angle, it looked like a bright Möbius strip.

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"Yo, you're here."

When Soichiro Fukayama rushed into his company's exhibition hall with sweat all over his forehead, what he saw was a man in white standing on the floor full of notice letters, looking at his exhibits one by one with a critical eye.

The tall top hat, the iconic single-sided glasses and the white cape made the identity of the visitor obvious.

He greeted Soichiro Miyama in a familiar tone, as if he were a new guest, and waved his hand casually: "It's a little shabby, but it's been arranged with great care. Sorry for the poor presentation, Mr. Miyama."

Soichiro Fukayama, who was unable to control his anger at his description, took two seconds to react before he finally realized what he meant. He opened his eyes wide and rushed to his display case.

This time, Kaito Kid, who came with a blank notice letter, was certainly not here to steal anything.

On the contrary, he was doing something that went against the tradition of the Phantom Thief's ancestors - delivering something.

On every glass cabinet in the exhibition hall, the holes that were originally used for exhibitors to insert keys to open the fixed locks have been filled with dark red gel, and on them, photos and documents are pasted.

At first glance, it seems quite reasonable, just like providing explanatory words for the exhibits in an exhibition.

But knowing the true origins of each of them, Soichiro Miyama felt his heart stop.

It really is like he is writing descriptions for them. Kaito Kid has thoughtfully provided explanations of the origin, location, and how it came into the hands of Soichiro Miyama for each exhibit in his exhibition hall.

Considering that each of them was stolen goods, it was obvious that what Kaito Kidd said just now was not just a compliment, and he really did his best to arrange them.

"you--!"

"Don't get excited, sir." Kaito Kid shrugged. "I can't help it. I didn't want to do this. To be honest, collecting this kind of information is a waste of time. However, compared to your exhibits, I am more curious about where they came from, so I tried a little harder... Now it seems that I can save the police a lot of effort."

"Kaito Kidd——"

Feeling that he was being fooled by Shenyou, and unaware that his beloved junior schoolmates had all fallen, Soichiro Fukayama clearly still positioned himself as some kind of underworld boss.

Faced with Kidd's playful behavior, his first reaction was to wave his hands vigorously.

"Where's the man? Come and catch him! Guns, shoot!"

“…Puchi.” I don’t know if it was because of his classic line that made him laugh, but Kaito Kid made an obvious gesture of snorting laughter.

Then he raised his hand and pulled out something that didn't match his white suit at all.

"What are you looking for? This? I have to say, although your schoolmate's taste in people is not very good, she is quite good at choosing weapons. Submachine guns are very suitable for an organization of your size, where many people are not very good at shooting."

After saying that, he raised his gun and pointed it at the bright, huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the exhibition hall.

Then he pulled the trigger and started firing.

Amidst the loud crashing sounds, the glass in the entire exhibition hall shattered one after another, immediately alarming the police officers from the Second Investigation Section who had gathered downstairs.

"Over there, look over there!"

"It's Kidd, don't let him get away!"

Kuroba Kaito smiled and raised the brim of his hat: "It's rare for a Phantom Thief to give someone a gift. I hope you like it. You're welcome."