The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"What a magnificent house..." Standing in front of the Tsujimura family's manor, Mao Lilan exclaimed in a low voice, "This should be called a mansion, right?"

"Madam, you are back." The housekeeper standing in front of the door bowed to the people who got off the car, "Who are these...?"

"This is Mr. Mori's family. They are friends of Mr. and I." Mr. Tsujimura walked into the entrance, took off his furs and threw them to the butler. He then asked casually, "Where are you, Mr.? The invited guests are here, and he is not here either." Come out and greet us.”

"Sir is still in the study on the second floor. Maybe he has some important matters." The housekeeper respectfully took the clothes she threw away, "Master Kizan and Miss Sachiko have also gone home."

Tsujimura kongjiang frowned, and then he heard a clear female voice from inside the house. Sachiko Katsuragi, who was wearing loose home clothes, walked to the entrance: "Ah, it's mom who's back. I'm sorry for not telling you in advance. I came here unexpectedly and disturbed you."

Upon hearing her name, the eyes of Maori and the others fell on her face instantly.

After meeting the real person, I compared them carefully and found that what Karasawa said was quite reasonable. Sachiko Katsuragi and Kimie Tsujimura did have many similarities in appearance...

Tsujimura Kimie may have also remembered Karasawa's previous comments, his face froze, and he scolded stiffly: "Why are you coming back today? Also, you can't call me mom yet, figure out your identity!"

"Mom!" Tsujimura Takazan stretched out his hand to protect Sachiko Katsuragi behind him, "Why are you so angry all of a sudden? My father doesn't want to see Sachiko. I thought you at least supported us..."

"Kisan, we have guests here." Sachiko Katsuragi tugged at the hem of her boyfriend's clothes to stop the quarrel that was about to break out.

Tsujimura Takayama took a deep breath, suppressed his displeasure, and tried his best to smile at Karasawa and the others: "I'm sorry, everyone, we didn't entertain you well."

Several people shook their heads in unison, with very sympathetic eyes.

Except for Karasawa, they have already made up the entire plot from the similar faces of Tsujimura Kimie and Katsuragi Sachiko. At this moment, their minds are full of classic screen plots of life and death. The poor young man didn't know what he was about to face.

"Ahem..." Mr. Tsujimura's face twitched. She could probably guess what these people were thinking... She glanced helplessly at the culprit Tang Ze, and she coughed awkwardly, "Well, your dad and I I still have something to discuss with the guests. Let’s go up first.”

She led a few people upstairs and walked to the closed study door. She could faintly hear the music coming from inside the door.

She reached for her keys, opened the door, and took a deep breath.

Tang Ze fell at the back of the team, and Shi Shiran followed everyone through the door.

"Why are you turning up the music so loud...Husband, husband, Mr. Mori is here." Tsujimura raised his voice, approached Tsujimura Isao, who was leaning on the desk with his head propped up, and called into his ear, "Honey, wake up. Awake."

With Karasawa's eyesight, he could easily see her hand holding Tsujimura Isao's ear and the slightly shiny silver needle on her fingertips.

He blinked and turned his head nonchalantly, pretending to be looking at the bookshelf curiously.

The onlookers don’t know anything, don’t ask, asking means murder in a secret room... huh?

"Husband!" Over there, under the surprised eyes of everyone and the shouts of Mr. Tsujimura, Mr. Tsujimura's fat body fell heavily to the ground.

However, Karasawa's attention was completely attracted by the photos on the bookshelf.

The photo frame on the left is the crucial motive for the murder, a photo of the young Tsujimura Kimie and Isao Tsujimura, while in the photo frame on the right, the fattened Isao Tsujimura is affectionately hugging another man in a suit and tie, as if The two brothers looked good, each holding a glass of champagne in their hands and smiling cordially.

Tsujimura Isao and Tonguchi Shigehiko actually know each other?

Oh no, look what he is talking about, what's so strange about a diplomat knowing a member of Congress.

But considering Shigehiko Tonkou’s unparalleled style...

Karasawa slowed down the crowd and turned around, looking at Tsujimura Isao with his eyes closed in surprise as he fell to the ground and expired.

No way, no way, this is not an unlucky guy who has something to do with the organization, is he?

People with this kind of quality can also be related to the organization...

I would like to ask politely, what kind of garbage sorting bin is the grassroots department of the organization?

Although there was something obviously wrong with the reflex arc, Karasawa's performance was more or less consistent with everyone else. None of the detectives present found anything wrong with Karasawa. The three of them immediately rushed to Tsujimura Isao and checked his breathing and breathing. Heartbeat.

"It's too late..." Hattori Heiji said seriously, "It's hopeless."

"What happened?" The movement in the room quickly attracted other people.

"No one is allowed to come in. No one is allowed to come in until the police arrive. Mrs. Tsujimura, please stand at the door." Mouri Kogoro, who was very familiar with such scenes, immediately organized the work of protecting the scene, "Notify the police immediately. "

The two high school detectives, as if they didn't hear what Mouri Kogoro said, almost immediately rushed around the body of the deceased and began to examine the marks on the body surface and search for clues near the body.

"The body is still warm...the time of death was very close." Hattori Heiji tugged on the eyelids of the deceased.

"The lips are cyanotic, but the degree is still shallow, and the poison has not lasted long." Conan sniffed, turned the lower lip of the deceased and muttered something.

Tang Ze stood on tiptoes and looked at the two people walking together, then took a step back with confidence and leaned against the wall.

There is nothing that requires him to participate for the time being, so he can hang up and make the background board with peace of mind.

So he took out his cell phone and typed.

"Ding dong".

"Ding dong".

"Ding dong ding dong."

Gin threw the blood-stained black suitcase into a plastic bag, threw it in the back seat, and got into the passenger seat with a frown.

"What?" He had just gotten out of the car and executed a trash who was exposed to the police's sight. It only took about ten minutes, so he didn't take his cell phone with him out of the car. He was upset by the continuous notification sounds and spoke directly. Ask about vodka.

"Uh, it seems to be an email from Kumail..." Vodka didn't dare to actually open his eldest brother's phone to read the message for him. He glanced at the new message notification on the screen and handed the phone to Gin.

"Kumail..." Is there anything he needs to contact? Gin opened endless emails one after another.

[Gin-senpai, this is Kumel^_^ I would like to ask, does the organization have a grassroots member named Tsujimura Isao in Tokyo? 】

[I just witnessed the scene where he was murdered by his wife. Well, is his wife related to the organization? Should I step in? 】

[Oh, sorry, no need to confirm. 】

[He is indeed a grassroots member of the organization. I found a photo of him and my dad. Wow, it’s so interesting. There is my dad’s signature on the back of the photo... I destroyed it for him. You’re welcome. 】

[Oh, sorry, I'm too talkative. Isao Tsujimura's wife definitely has nothing to do with the organization. I found some clues... This is a pure vendetta. 】

[Well, I don’t mean anything else [smiling emoji] I’m just taking the liberty to ask, does the branch here in Tokyo have a clear person to talk about human affairs? Can you tell me his name or code name? I want to help the organization do some financial sorting and inquiries... Does its funds have any records of improper use? 】

[Wow, Tsujimura Isao once used the organization's channels to help him personally discredit his competitors at the same time, and successfully ascended to an important position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... amazing efficiency. 】

[Sorry, I misunderstood just now. His goal was not to get promoted, but to fall in love with the other person's wife. 】

[I may be overstepping my bounds by saying this, but now I really want to inquire how the organization plans the use of funds in terms of talent introduction and absorption? My application for a new sniper rifle budget yesterday was rejected due to some immature ideas. I think it may be a more appropriate choice to appropriately allocate funds in this area to myself and senior Bourbon...]

[I heard that the organization also has a precedent of code members being involved in other people's vendettas and dying, uh...]

When Gin reached this point, he no longer wanted to see Kumail's weirdness. With a "pop", his phone almost hit the windshield, spinning and sliding forward along the glove box.

"waste!"

An angry shout came from the Porsche and spread far along the dark bridge tunnel, with a rumbling echo.