The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The girl in front of her nervously stroked her braids, watching Mouri Kogoro pick up the photo on the table and lowering his head.

"This is my father, Hirota Kenzo..."

"Hmm..." Mouri Kogoro said while touching his chin. The middle-aged man in the photo was standing beside the taxi with a smile. He looked at the photo and then carefully looked at the girl's delicate and plain face. He couldn't figure out why. I could only continue to ask, "He was a taxi driver before?"

"Yes." The girl bit her lip, "He came to Tokyo to find a job, but there has been no news for many days, and he also quit his job at the taxi company..."

Seeing Mao Lilan busy going back and forth to the kitchen to prepare tea for them, Conan yawned and listened to the conversation between Mao Li and Kogoro, and slowly took out his mobile phone.

Although finding relatives sounds like an ordinary small task, think about the final outcome of the previous "small tasks"...

Feeling somewhat guilty, Conan still found the joker's email address.

[Uncle Maori received a new commission. A girl named Hirota Masami asked him to help find her father. There's nothing special about it at the moment, but since I promised to tell you, I'll report it as promised. 】

A man with a suitcase runs along a dock filled with shipping containers.

He looked back in panic from time to time, but there was no one behind him, as if he was being chased by something deadly.

The strenuous exercise made him gasp for breath, but what soaked the clothes on his back was not the heat brought about by the exercise, but the biting cold and fear.

The thin gray clouds in the sky diluted the warm sunshine, and when it fell on the person, there was only a slight warmth, which could not dispel the chill behind him at all.

The gray-blue coastline appeared between the containers. The man gritted his teeth, stopped looking behind him, and rushed ahead.

Run quickly, just take this thing with you and run to the meeting place——

"What are you looking for, sir?" A figure came out from behind the container in front and blocked the man's way.

"!" The man who was running suddenly stopped, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and saw clearly the person standing in front of him.

This is a slender young man with wheat-colored skin and short blond hair. He has a hearty smile, as if he is greeting customers who enter the store.

"Get away!" The tall and muscular man gritted his teeth and waved the suitcase in his hand. Before he could swing it out, he saw the blond man slowly raise his hand, revealing a pistol with a shiny metallic luster.

"Sorry, this way is blocked." The blond man put away his smile and pointed the box he was holding tightly with the muzzle of his gun, "Put the things down."

right! And this thing, this thing is very important to them!

Thinking of this, the man hugged the suitcase even more tightly, protecting his vital parts, and roared inwardly: "Get out of the way, this thing is very fragile, as long as I exert force -"

"Bang-bang-"

Two quick blasts through the air.

The words stuck in his throat, and the man's hand loosened his hold on the suitcase. The severe pain made his mind go blank. He could no longer care about the life-threatening suitcase. He hugged his blood-spattered knees and rolled to the ground, letting out a shrill scream. Howl.

"You are moving too slowly, Bourbon-senpai."

Akechi Goro poked his head out from the container behind the man, bent his knees and jumped down from the top of the two-meter-high container, landing lightly on the ground.

"Tsk... why are you hitting your knee again?" Toru Amuro clicked his tongue in displeasure, stepped forward and pulled the black box out of the man's hand, "Kumel, can you just say it next time?" If you shoot him, the blood will flow everywhere, which will be very troublesome."

"We were going to survive this time," Goro Akechi tapped the earphone in his right ear, "right, Gin-senpai?"

As he spoke, he removed the hot silencer from the muzzle of the gun, shook it casually, briefly checked the gun accessories, and walked to Toru Amuro.

"Stay there and don't move. Come and pick up the goods right away." Gin's voice came from the earphones, "You are not allowed to open the box without permission."

"What's there to open in this box?" Goro Akechi sighed, his tone sounding uninterested, "Isn't this the memory card I pulled out from Tang Zezhao... It's been so many days, and it hasn't happened yet. After being transferred, someone could actually take advantage of the situation and sneak it out. Is it really okay for the members here in Tokyo? Tell me where the people in charge are, and I'll go ask for you?"

"Although those people are trash, they can't be killed just because you want." After warning Goro Akechi, a clear sound of brakes came from Gin's side, "Wait where you are. Don't open the box. "

The communication was hung up here.

Karasawa said "hello" twice to confirm that Gin was offline, then took off his headphones and looked at Toru Amuro in front of him.

Both men raised their eyebrows and exchanged a knowing look.

When Gin walked to where the two people were, he saw Bourbon and Kumail each holding a corner of the box, refusing to give in to each other, with gentle and friendly smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was tense.

The unlucky guy whose knee was pierced by a bullet had completely passed out. His body was covered with plaster mixed with blood, and there were two big footprints on his face. He looked very uneasy, and he didn't know who kicked him.

"Let go." Gin directly grabbed the handle of the suitcase and glanced left and right.

The two people apparently stared at each other for a while, then they obeyed and opened the box at the same time.

After first lowering his head to confirm that there was no problem with the packaging of the box, Gin looked up and looked at his two colleagues.

It was obvious that in the minute or two when they hung up the communication, the two of them had probably gone through a few tricks, and their suits were all stained with dust.

After confirming that he had not been beaten to death or maimed, and that the situation was still under control for the time being, Gin was too lazy to talk to the pair of yin and yang monsters, and simply explained a few words about the follow-up to the mission. Vodka picked up the man who fell on the ground and shook the ashes, and the two turned around. Walk.

Karasawa quickly scanned the surroundings with his "third eye" and gave an OK gesture to Toru Amuro.

The next second, the two of them put away their winery status.

"Have you finished changing your things?" Toru Amuro clicked on Karasawa's suitcase.

"It's changed." Tangze lifted the silver suitcase with the letter A printed on it, "Make sure no one else has seen it, and they won't find out."

"Why did the organization suddenly obtain Hoshikawa Teru's experimental data?" Toru Amuro asked his doubts as he took out the reagent spray bottle and sprayed it on the ground full of traces of fighting.

Karasawa took out the spray paint, shook it, sprayed on the blood stains on the container, and sighed: "It's my problem. Hoshikawa Teru's previous training results are very different from mine, so I used my parents' experiments to excuse it. , it seems that they still have some doubts about this issue."

"Can you hide the data you forged from them?" Toru Amuro asked unconvincingly.

Karasawa nodded firmly: "Absolutely. This data was produced using the recording tool developed by my parents themselves, and it is the real data derived by Xingchuan Hui after repeating the experimental process yesterday... Except for my parents themselves, they can't see it. .”

"It's really troublesome." Toru Amuro shook his head.

"There probably won't be a next time." Tangze shrugged easily.

After all, the current Xingchuan Hui's data is really close to that of a Persona user. The data output is very bluffing. According to his parents' testing standards, he definitely has special abilities.

Two days ago, Karasawa's experiment in the palace achieved satisfactory results, and there was also a bit of surprise, that is, Hoshikawa Teru could indeed awaken the mask, but there was still a lack of suitable scenes and opportunities.

He was convinced that the dying Hoshikawa Hui opened a pair of pure golden eyes. At that time, Tang Ze thought that he would get up on the spot and tear off a mask to show himself...

Unfortunately not.

It would be great if this was the world view of P3. Tangze put a gun in his hand and let him hit himself. With his fierceness that he didn't want to live, Tangze might have been able to fight the shadows together now. teammates.

After sighing, Tangze didn't feel too sorry.

Maybe this is like Haru Okumura in P5. There has to be a moment when he can burst out his will before he can truly tear off the mask on his face and reveal his true self.

The only change is probably that Karasawa no longer just lets Hoshikawa Teru drive behind him to deliver water.

If you don't let him try it out on his own, even if there is an opportunity to awaken, he will be missed. Anyway, no matter what kind of shit he is beaten into, Karasawa can bring him back. If he is beaten, he will be beaten. It is also a kind of exercise. .

After thinking irresponsibly for a while, the two of them finished cleaning up the messy scene.

There was a "ding" sound from the phone. Tang Ze took it out and looked at the message sent by Conan.

"Huh..." After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Tang Ze sat down on the ground regardless of his image.

"Huh?" Toru Amuro looked over strangely, "Tired? You didn't run very far today."

"No," Tang Ze crossed his legs and patted the dust on his gloves and clothes. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just a sense of solidity that the other shoe has finally landed..."

There are more updates, I’m writing them now