The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The deceased Kenzo Hirota, 49 years old..."

Police officers from the First Search Section surrounded the scene. Masami Hirota, who fainted, was taken to the hospital by an ambulance. Conan and the others stayed at the scene as the first to discover the body.

"How could this happen..." Watching Masami Hirota being carried into the ambulance, Mao Lilan grabbed her wrist tightly, her eyes filled with mist, "I finally found my father, but the moment I met, it was such a tragic scene. Miss Masami, she …”

"Yesterday afternoon, we also saw Mr. Hirota alive. Who would have thought that after just one night, we would be separated forever." Mouri Kogoro's eyebrows were all gloomy, "Damn it, who did it..."

Staring at the policemen as they untied Kenzo Hirota's body from the chandelier, Conan held on to his cell phone and waited for Joker's response, his mind running fast and analyzing.

"The deceased was strangled to death and then hung here." After a brief on-site investigation, the Mumu Police Department has come to a preliminary conclusion, "The technique was very rough, and there were multiple repeated strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse. There are obvious signs of struggle, and there are rope and cloth fragments in the fingernails... The murderer was very powerful, and it is estimated that he was a strong adult male."

Adult male, able-bodied...

There was a regular vibration from the phone. Conan raised his hand, saw the caller ID, quietly exited the door, and answered the phone in the corridor.

"Hey, joker."

"It's me." Joker said in a low voice, dispelling the casualness in his voice. "Kenzo Hirota is dead. How did he die?"

"He was strangled and hung in the house. I agree with the judgment of the police department." Conan, who had entered the state of solving the case, no longer sounded like a child. "Yesterday, the last time we saw him was Around 6 o'clock in the evening, at the convenience store near the apartment, Uncle Maori repeatedly checked the characteristics before returning to the office. Do you think this has something to do with the organization? "

After a brief silence, joker asked: "Describe the situation in his room. Also, where is Masami Hirota? Is she still at the scene?"

"The room is very empty. There are only simple chairs, coffee tables and TVs. There are no decorations in sight. This is a small single apartment. From the position I observed, I can't see any personal belongings. It's very strange." The railing overlooked the police car on the first floor. Conan could see the police officers questioning the tenants and the landlady on the first floor. He thought back and asked, "According to you, he is a gambler with a lot of debt, so why did he Will you rent an apartment in this area? It is close to the CBD office buildings. Small-sized apartments are very popular and the unit price is high... Well, Miss Masami Hirota was frightened and fainted after entering the house. She should be in Mihua Central Hospital now. "

During the call, Joker let out a particularly obvious sigh, and the long breath blew through the microphone, bringing out a trace of noise.

"Trouble, it seems to be an organized effort. Little detective, don't contact me for now, I have to deal with the problem. Hirota Masami, have you taken any preventive measures?"

"Yes." Conan's answer did not surprise Karasawa, "I attached a transmitter to Ms. Hirota Masami. My original intention was to listen to the conversation between her and Hirota Kenzo after they met... Now, the possible meaning Not big anymore.”

"How could it be?" Joker chuckled twice, "I want to thank you for your caution...catch the murderer as soon as possible. I also have my own things to do."

Conan's heart sank after receiving the exact reply from joker.

He looked at Maori Lan, who looked out the window from time to time with a worried face, and Maori Kogoro, who had a serious look on his face and was discussing the case with the Mingmu Police Department.

If this case is related to the organization...should he warn Xiaolan and the others as Kudo Shinichi?

"...That is to say, this man is the father your client is looking for." After asking them clearly why they were at the scene, Police Department Mu Mu touched his round chin, feeling a little worried, "So, do you want to know more about him? The understanding of the situation is limited to the name and occupation. Well, it seems that we still have to ask the victim’s daughter Masami Hirota. Over at the hospital, Takagi followed her, right? Contact Takagi and ask about Ms. Masami Hirota. How's it going? Have you woken up and calmed down?"

The police officer standing by responded and dialed Takagi Wataru's phone.

Well, it seems that Xiaolan should be informed. Once Kenzo Hirota’s false identity is found out, it’s hard to say whether the forces behind him will be involved.

Observing their movements, Conan made up his mind, picked up the voice changer around his neck, and prepared to go to the uninhabited corner of the stairs to make a call to Xiaolan.

"What? You said Hirota Masami disappeared while you were going to the doctor?!"

Conan turned around suddenly and looked at the Memu Police Department who asked loudly.

"Hurry up and send someone to find her! The murderer has not been caught yet, she is in danger now!"

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In each machine, the rustling balls collided and rolled under the dazzling lights, accompanied by people sitting in front of the machines, either shouting loudly and beating hard, or remaining silent with desolate faces. It became a noisy and chaotic scene, falling into the ears of passers-by as the pachinko shop door opened and closed.

Miyano Akemi pushed up the sunglasses on her face, and her high heels clicked regularly on the tiles. She scanned the faces and quickly found her target.

"Kishii!" She stood behind the man, gritted her teeth and called out his name.

The tall man with his back to her showed no reaction. He just poured a few more steel pillars into the entrance of the machine, turned the knob, and stared at the machine with flashing lights with his bloodshot eyes.

"Aki Hirota!" Miyano Akemi slapped the empty plastic basket away from his hand.

Startled by her voice and releasing the button too early, Kishii first watched the stalled marbles slide down, smacking his lips in regret before looking at Miyano Akemi reluctantly with a frown.

"It's you..." Kishui rolled his eyes and stood up, ignoring the empty basket without marbles, "What's the matter?"

"Come here!" Miyano Akemi glanced at the noisy crowd around her and endured a tug on his sleeve, "Come out and say..."

Kishii curled his lips, put his hands into his pockets nonchalantly, and leisurely followed Miyano Akemi, who stepped on her high heels to make a percussive sound. He said casually and perfunctorily: "Yami, you are always so surprised. Mission It's just there, even if it's two days late..."

"Did you kill Shirou Kaizuka?!" Standing outside the side door at the back of the store, Miyano Akemi could no longer suppress the anger and fear that surged into her heart, and asked sternly, "Why didn't you notify me first when you found him! I'm the one in charge. people!"

As soon as she walked into the empty apartment, Miyano Akemi understood everything.

Shirou Kaizuka took away all the cash that the three of them had stolen. It was enough money to fit in six or seven large suitcases, and because it was robbed from a bank, all of it was new money with serial numbers. In such a short period of time, it was impossible for him to launder this batch of money, and he did not dare to store the banknotes with recorded serial numbers. He could only keep them as they were.

In such a small apartment, no matter how hard he hides it, he has no place to hide so many boxes, and the only person who comes here for the money, other than her, is Kishii.

"Tch..." Kishui put away the casual expression on his face, looked at Miyano Akemi with a sullen face, and smiled maliciously, "You want to ask me where the money went? Huh, useless woman..."

Miyano Akemi's face was livid, and her anger could not be concealed, but she was not surprised by Kishui's sudden change of attitude.

What credibility and moral character can these rotten gamblers have?

She closed her eyes, raised her right hand, and a small pistol slipped out of her cuff and fell into her hand.

Raising her hand and pointing directly at Kishui, she repeated: "I ask you, why didn't you inform me first if you found him?"

We had a company dinner and didn't come back until 8 o'clock. I was so paralyzed.

Chapter 2 A little later, typing on the keyboard at full speed