The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Is this the surprise you're talking about?" Toru Amuro flipped through the photo frames in front of him and looked at Karasawa, who was standing in front of him as if he was taking credit.

Karasawa clicked on the two middle-aged men in the center of the photo: "This is the diplomat who died in a murder case this morning, Isao Tsujimura."

"Yes, I've heard about it." Toru Amuro looked strange. He knew very well that Karasawa just went upstairs to say hello to his neighbor, but instead witnessed a murder.

It feels like these detectives, as long as they are slightly famous, all have this strange accident constitution, and even Karasawa... No, Karasawa himself has a identity as a detective now, and maybe he has been covered by this curse.

Karasawa couldn't hear Toru Amuro's inner complaints, so he continued to explain: "This is the congressman I mentioned. He swallowed his words."

"Isao Tsujimura is related to the organization?" When Karasawa said this name, Toru Amuro understood.

"Yes, he is very likely one of the bottom members of Tonguchi Shigehiko's family. The murderer of the murder that occurred this morning was Isao Tsujimura's wife, Kimie Tsujimura, and her motive was that Isao Tsujimura had used dirty methods in the past. The persecution even forced her ex-husband to death... This is a clue of certain value." Tang Ze moved his fingertips from the two smiling people on the photo frame to the background beside him, "There is another question. From the two Judging from the person's appearance and clothing, it is estimated that when they took this photo, it was five or six years ago. Since Isao Tsujimura was already involved with the organization twenty years ago, why did the two of them leave a photo at this time? A seemingly commemorative group photo?”

Toru Amuro picked up the photo frame, held the photo closer, and began to identify the other people in the photo who were blurry or clear in the background one by one.

Soon his eyes lit up slightly.

"This is a cocktail party, probably a private cocktail party. They are celebrating something." Toru Amuro lowered the photo frame and looked at Karasawa.

Tangze grinned, showing a row of neat upper teeth, like a cat opening its mouth to bite its prey: "So guess, how many mouth-swallowing people related to the organization will be at the cocktail party?" Where are the members?”

"I guess, it's all of them." Amuro Toru also laughed, also showing his white upper teeth, and his eyes were sharp and bright.

The windows of the newly built office were bright and clean. Two bottles of fake wine were sitting on both sides of the sofa, looking at each other and smiling.

"I'll arrange for Kazumi and them to investigate this banquet... There's a lot of content in this group photo, and it shouldn't be difficult to locate the location. Well done, junior." Toru Amuro put the photo frame back into the box where Karasawa wrapped it. In the paper shell, it said meaningfully, "The same goes for taking evidence directly from the murder scene. It's not bad."

"As long as the boss is satisfied." Tang Ze flicked the newly received business card in his hand.

On the wood-colored business card, the name outlined in thin gold lines shines in the midday sun.

"Amuro Detective Agency"

「Akechi Goro」

"Akechi Goro"

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"Where have you run away..."

Standing in front of the gate of 2-chome 20, Yoneka-cho, Tokyo, the short Conan put his hands in his pockets and asked dissatisfiedly to the white-haired boy who came over.

Tang Ze glanced at the messy light footprints at his feet and knew that he might have been wandering around the door for a while. He raised the shopping bag in his hand and said, "Where else can I go? Even if I am a Phantom Thief, I still need to buy daily necessities. It’s time to eat.”

Conan stared at his white hair and sunglasses, which were dazzling in the sun, and said nothing.

As if he understood what he was thinking, Joker took out the key and opened the door and said without looking back: "Of course you can't just go shopping like this, it's too conspicuous. I just changed it on the way back."

This is a lie. Tang Ze received a call from Hoshikawa Teru and chased him all the way from the cafe. He changed his disguise on the way.

In fact, even if you don't take into account the neon lights of the two-thorned monkey, the streets of Tokyo are full of men and women in strange clothes. Karasawa really doesn't stand out much like this.

Tang Ze pushed open the door, made an invitation gesture to Conan, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door.

Conan immediately glanced around this single-family house, which had a very similar layout to his own home.

Just like his house, there is the living room on the right after entering the door, and the hall is connected to the stairs to the second floor.

I heard that the previous owner died here, and his body was hung by his wife from the railing on the second floor in front of the entrance. As soon as the police entered the door, they saw the wide-eyed corpse hanging... ahem.

Resisting many associations of being very rude, Conan looked away and followed joker into the living room.

Obviously, although the interior of the house has not been replaced, the furniture has been completely replaced. They are all brand new, but traces of recent life can be seen. Except for the slightly inconsistent cosmetics covering the coffee table in the living room, it is indeed It can be inferred that the owner of the house is a young man, has no bad habits, and keeps his things neatly.

Considering that the owner of the house is a weirdo who cross-dresses every day, these messy toiletries and extra clothes are even more reasonable. It seems that joker did not lie to himself, he does live here now.

After finishing his usual reasoning, Conan walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, taking the bottled juice from joker.

"What are you doing today, little detective?" Tang Ze walked freely to the sofa, adjusted the pillows, and found a comfortable position for himself. Ge You slumped on the sofa, "You want to ask me about the case two days ago. thing?"

"Yes... I want to ask you about my short recovery that day." Conan struggled for a moment and sat up straight from the soft sofa. Wouldn't it be wrong to buy this kind of bean bag sofa that is easy to sink into and put it in the living room? Do you want your guests to lose all their dignity? I really don’t know what this guy’s hobby is.

"That's what I guessed." Joker nodded, "What do you want to ask me? Why do I know that drinking liquor will change me back? Or something else?"

"Joker, you and that organization are obviously hostile, but you seem to know a lot about the organization... What is the connection between you and the organization?" Conan grasped the juice in his hand, and the cold drink condensed on the outer wall. The drops of water made his palms feel as slippery as sweat, "And that day, when you disguised yourself as me and rushed to Tsujimura's house, why did you know in advance what I was wearing at that time and just wear Emperor Dan? Come here in school uniform...are you spying on me?"

Oops, I was careless.

Tang Ze blinked and sighed inwardly, both for his own negligence and for Conan's keenness.

The detectives in these mystery works are really hard to fool. If they make the slightest mistake, they will be caught and traced.

Fortunately, when he disguised himself as Kudo Shinichi that day, he had already demonstrated his reasoning in front of everyone for a while...

Tangze reorganized logic very quickly. He tilted his head in a contemplative manner, thought for a while, and said, "There are a lot of questions. Let me think about where to start. First, let's talk about the kind of thing that makes you become Such a drug is ready. This must be what you are most interested in. Its name in the organization is APTX4869. It is a special drug that is still under development... You'd better keep it secret' Kudo Shinichi I'm not sure what crazy things the organization will do otherwise."