The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

When Conan, who was chasing the signal, arrived at the scene on his skateboard, all he was left with was Akira Hirota lying on the ground unconscious, with his face trampled crookedly.

Fidgeting with his glasses, Conan checked the signal on the lenses and the address in front of him, and once again confirmed that the source of the message was attached to the man in front of him, he frowned.

After quickly confirming that this was not a corpse, Conan turned the man's crooked face and saw no obvious trauma, so he called the emergency number besides calling the police.

"Why did he faint here..."

After thinking about what happened, Conan knelt down and opened the man's pocket.

Before the police arrived, Conan checked the man's belongings and scanned everything in the alley, not letting go of any possible clues.

"Ah, you have the documents. Is this your passport?" The man's wallet was placed in the inner pocket of his chest. When he opened it, he could see a stack of brand-new banknotes, exchange coupons from the pachinko shop, and in the side pocket. Insert a passport and room card.

First he opened his passport.

The photo on the passport is of the tall man in front of me.

"Aki Hirota!" The moment the name came into view, Conan immediately stood up straight.

According to joker’s information, Hirota Kenzo and Hirota Masami are both pseudonyms.

At this moment, Miss Yamei's tracker is attached to this man, but his surname is also Hirota...

Did he take Hirota Masami away from the hospital, or did Hirota Masami escape from the hospital just to meet this man?

So what is the situation now? Masami Hirota knocked him down and left, or was there a third person present?

Thoughts were racing in his mind, and Conan was still surveying the scene quickly.

Soon, he discovered the pair of fish-mouth high heels discarded at the top of the trash can. This was exactly the style Hirota Masami wore today. While he was squatting down to tie his shoelaces, he attached the transmitter to Up here.

There was no blood, and the shoes were in good condition, and it didn't look like they had been forcibly removed.

After loosening his shoes, Conan saw a small white dot with his peripheral vision. He bent down, picked up a small white ball from the wall behind the man, and held it in his hand for a closer look.

"It's made of rubber. Is this a BB bullet?" Conan pinched the texture of the bead, estimated its size, and made a guess.

Was Hirota Akira knocked unconscious by this thing?

Once keywords like toy guns and model guns appeared in his mind, Conan immediately remembered the model gun that Joker took out on the train that day and was so lifelike that it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

What did this man do secretly? Could it be that as soon as I informed him of Hirota Kenzo's death, he found Hirota Masami.

Damn it, I informed him when I had news, why did he not even give him any warning about what he had planned or what he was going to do.

A certain dissatisfaction with the Riddler briefly arose. Remembering that Joker had asked him not to contact him for the time being, Conan endured it again and again before calling back without calling him. He temporarily turned his attention back to the fallen man. on the man.

If the joker knocked him out, maybe there is no need to worry about Hirota Masami's trace for the time being.

However, three pseudonyms with the same surname, related paths, and an inexplicable missing person request...

Conan held his chin, and the various information in the past few days were intertwined and began to slowly outline a clear context.

The murdered Kenzo Hirota, the casino, Pachinko, the debt slaves of gangsters associated with the organization...

Why did two gamblers with huge gambling debts suddenly become rich, and even Kenzo Hirota paid the rent of his apartment for a year in one go? How did these two people get in touch with the organization? Masami Hirota, in What role does it play?

With a flash of inspiration, Conan opened his eyes wide.

Karasawa's sigh filled with emotion replayed in his ears: "I just suddenly felt that life is really not easy. One billion yen turns out to be the largest case..."

He tightly grasped the key card in his hand and smiled confidently.

"Hey, is this Officer Megure?" Pulling the voice changer to his mouth, he said to the person on the other side of the phone, "It's me, Kudo Shinichi... Please lead someone to find Conan as soon as possible. He found the unconscious person there." This person may be the real culprit of the murder case you have at hand. Please be sure to carefully investigate the circumstances of this murderer. I suspect that he, the deceased Hirota Kenzo, and the missing female Hirota Masami were all involved in the murder just a few days ago. Three convicts of the 'Billion Bank Robbery' that took place."

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Letter after letter, as the radio waves passed through the crowd, like secret whispers, the few words on the several-inch screen fell into Tang Ze's blue eyes as the fingertips slid.

[Are you following Masami Hirota? 】

[What are you doing? Tangze, why don't you answer the phone? What's the matter with Gin looking for you again? 】

[Are you sure you want to do this leader? It sounds like there are too many uncertainties. 】

[I know you are not Karasawa, and your plan will not succeed. 】

【Come to Mihuayi as soon as possible. 】

"Phew...so tired."

Turning off the screen briefly, Tang Ze closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing gently in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sound of vehicle engines, the whispers and footsteps of pedestrians, and the crisp bicycle bells merged into a white noise-like background that made him My mood slowly calmed down.

"It's better to catch more of my younger brothers. There are only two members of the Phantom Thieves, and one of them can't show up casually. I have to do everything by myself. Time management is really not easy." Karasawa leaned on the back of his chair and muttered to himself, " I took off my onion skin and took it off, I really wanted to take a nap, drink some wine and relax in my dreams..."

"Your coffee, sir."

"Ah, thank you." Tang Ze opened his eyes, smiled and took the tray from the waiter's hand, "Please give me two more sugar cubes, please."

"You are Japanese." Hearing Karasawa's words, the waiter hugged the tray in surprise. Perhaps aware of the impoliteness in his words, he quickly waved and added, "I thought you were a foreign tourist... What you just said didn’t sound like Japanese.”

"It's indeed not Japanese. I'm practicing my spoken English, miss." Karasawa picked up the coffee and squinted his eyes and smiled, "Thank you for your concern. Remember my sugar cubes."

The young and cute waiter's cheeks turned red when he smiled. He smiled back shyly and awkwardly, lowered his head and walked back into the store.

This is the psychological suggestion that Karasawa has repeatedly reinforced for himself. If there are some things that shouldn't be said here, don't say them in Japanese.

This is also Tang Ze's experience and habit of working as an undercover agent for many years. He is used to being cautious, and acting has almost become an instinct. Therefore, until the end of the mission, no one actually noticed his undercover status. If the informant hadn't given him It’s not impossible to escape unscathed after having some great fun…

After his sugar cubes were delivered, Tang Ze began to reply to these messages one by one.

[Don't worry Hirota Masami, I'm here. On your side, pay attention to Hirota Akira's safety and organizational style. You also understand. 】

[Don’t worry, this little thing will be over tonight. I’ll go back to the cafe tomorrow~]

[Just do as I say, go and understand the world waiting for me, there will be no problem. 】

【Excuse me, are you...? 】

[I'm already here, seniors~ Where are you? 】

The sound of successfully sending emails one by one rang softly. Tangze sent all the messages, swallowed the coffee in his mouth, and slung his commuting bag on his shoulder.

He will not be complacent about the success of a small plan. After all, in fact, he chose a conservative plan.

He seems to be trying not to change the development path of things too much. He only dares to speed up some parts a little, hide some parts a little, and slowly add his own power to it.

After all, he is deeply afraid that too many changes will increase the number of unknown futures and make everything deviate from his imagination. The biggest fear of people who like to make plans is naturally losing control.

Karasawa waved his hand to scatter the Tarot floating there, and the shining line "Desperate" disappeared from sight.

"I obviously died with such a big thing... Should I be called cautious, or should I be called cowardly?" Tang Ze laughed at himself and shook his head, "Go to work."